Back inside the world tear…
Finn was still seated on his throne atop Ryuga's coiled form. He didn't look like a man in a hurry, but his head lifted briefly as his eyes sharpened on the southern horizon, mumbling a short, quiet, "Oh?"
A bright green streak cut across the sky, looking like a meteorite as it tore through the clouds. As it descended with that speed, it didn't impact the ground. Instead, it came to an abrupt, jarring stop right in front of him, hovering in the air.
Finn stared at his Errant Sword as it hummed and pulsed with frantic vibrations, as if eager to be finally grasped by him. He reached out and grabbed the hilt out of the air, feeling the familiar thrum of the blade resonate in his fists. It felt like a part of his own soul had finally come home.
He let out a long, slow sigh.
"So she lost," he whispered to himself.
