Atlas stood last, watching as hundreds of his soldiers entered the portal that would take them back to Gacha Haven. Only his elite subordinates remained behind him as he finally stepped into the teleportation portal himself.
In that brief moment between spaces, one thought crossed his mind. Who would he want to see first once he arrived on the island?
When he opened his eyes again, he could already smell the familiar air of Gacha Haven, feeling its warmth stirring both his senses and his soul.
A satisfied smile spread across his face. Yet almost immediately, he noticed something. His soldiers before him were stepping aside, opening a path for someone.
Atlas paused for a second, looking ahead.
Then his expression softened, and he broke into a wide smile, even letting out a small laugh. Someone was there waiting for him. No, not someone. A child.
