As the night sky descended over Tartarus, the realm ruled by the enigmatic Overlord Requiem Jynx, the lord surveyed his kingdom, a routine he had followed every night for the past fifteen days. His eyes, guided by the power of his djinn, were privy to the events that had unfolded – the fall of Octavius and the devastation that befell Reim. It marked the closure of a chapter in Jynx's past, prompting him to focus on the present and future. Despite the bittersweet nature of these events, Jynx ensured that his family and personal matters were well managed by the loyal Sogaxod spawns under his command.
In anticipation of his friend's return, Jynx awaited updates from the scouts who were keeping an eye on the situation. As the night progressed, the scouting team returned, their beastly forms bowing silently before their lord. The captain stepped forward to convey the news.
"My lord, the return team has come back and is now heading forward."
"Speak. Where is he?" Jynx inquired with an air of authority.
"My Overlord, we caught a glimpse of the combat strategist, Lord Julius," the captain replied, providing coordinates that Jynx followed to meet Julius. As he approached, Jynx observed Julius's figure and greeted him with a question.
"So, how was it? The very end of a hero? Did you achieve what you desired?" Jynx's voice held a curious tone as he handed back the arm that had been entrusted to him for safekeeping. "I'm glad you returned, my comrade. I hope you harbor no ill will about my abrupt departure from the battle."