A blonde man in his late 20s walked up to a giant glass panel. He had a glass of red wine in his right hand, which he held up in celebration as he straightened out his suit with his other hand.

"Long time no see, everyone." He said with a chuckle. "It's been an adventure, hasn't it. Our little friend group has gotten pretty successful, hasn't it. Doesn't it feel like a dream? Our little friend group that met in the little school dorm, in a tiny city, in a tiny world. Now that we've peeled back the beautiful layers of this universe, everything back then seemed so...insignificant. Everything we thought was so big, was so small."

He looked around the room, glancing at everyone and letting out a deep sigh, glad that it was finally over. Hidden under his left pocket was a ring on his middle finger, glittering even though there was no light exposed to it. And on it, a single white gem, pure, and white, as snow. It's beauty made rivalled that of goddesses, but it was just a ring. Yet deep within, there was a danger that no one knew about. A danger that would make some of the most powerful beings in the world kneel without a thought. A danger that could only be rivalled by 1.