Neraxis strolled through the perfectly maintained garden, and eventually arrived in front of a small house.
Even if it was small, he remembered it being very cozy.
After all, this was where he was born and raised at some point long ago.
He's inside, Neraxis thought with a hum as he pushed the door open.
Lo and behold, a nearly identical replica to Neraxis himself.
It was Lagus, with his white hair and purple eyes, yet he seemed much older than he remembered.
"I guess even beings like you age," Neraxis remarked, taking a few steps closer. "Were you waiting for me?"
The fireplace at the far end of the house flickered, and that was when Lagus finally turned his head in Neraxis's direction.
"You've come slightly earlier than I expected," Lagus remarked with a chuckle. "According to my visions of the future, you should've shown up with your children to face me."
Neraxis raised a brow. "Doesn't sound like me. I would never put my children against someone as dangerous as you."
