In the Royal Mansion within Gauurdfell, everyone was flabbergasted when the two Skulliuses suddenly appeared in their midst. The transition was too smooth. It was like the two had never left at all.
The funniest thing was, even Skullius was astounded. He had expected some reaction from the world now that he knew that Future Skullius wasn't warping. If this was just sheer speed, how was there no cataclysmic storm blowing everything away – Royal Mansion and all?
"You could have just excused yourselves, you know?" Elita was the first to speak. Future Skullius gave an apologetic little bow.
"Sorry about that. I figured some of the things that needed deliberation needed to be ironed out with him" – he pointed at Skullius – "more than the rest of you. I think we can all agree that all things considered, he is more stubborn than the rest of you combined."
Future Skullius took his seat.
"What a fancy way of saying, 'We didn't want you lot learning about our secrets,'" scoffed Aurolio.
