Three days later, after resting up, the man in black bid farewell to Yana through the metal wall before heading towards the top floor. He had come to terms that he should have done this a long time ago. He wondered just how stupid he was to have followed Boss Dranson's orders all this time. He owed the beautiful girl who looked like a goddess for helping him realize his ways.
As the man in black slowly climbed the steps, he reached out into thin air, lightning began to form around his hand slowly building up, taking shape of that of a hammer. He held it in his hand and closed his eyes as she slowly walked up the long staircase. "Mjolnir, the time has come. We will begin our ascension now."
