Acera bursts into the throne room, disregarding any form of rightful protocol. Oos marches across the polished tiled floors and begins shouting across the room to Elah, who sits on his throne.“Our goal was to get to you,” oos barks and points a finger at him. “We are not ready for something like this. We barely managed to get here as is.”
Elah studies Acera for a while. He looks oos dead in the eye and never breaks his determined gaze.
“Your goal was the journey to reaching me, not the act of actually finding me,” he says and Acera gives him a confused, blank stare. “Sometimes the means is the end. The only reason you had to come here in the first place was to prepare yourself to go back. Had you not endured the journey, you would not be who you are now. And who you are now, is someone w
