Where am I? Am I... dead?
( A figure with gray skin and a shock of bright red hair surveys the island from above. Anyone who happened to look up wouldn't be able to miss it; his large horns and even larger wings instantly gave him away. He's just one of the many 'new' faces who arrived in the past few days, but something about him is oddly familiar. )Then it's over. The revolution failed.
( He is filming his view of New Moore from atop the roof of his—or Tavros'—apartment building. )Gotta tell you, this was not what I thought the afterlife would be like.
( He sighs, defeated, and falls quiet for a second. )... unless it's not.
( But only a second. As he thinks aloud, his words re-energize him. )This could be another timeline. Another world. Another
chance... what else can I do but take it?
( The camera pans down as it lowers to his side. He takes a few steps towards the edge of the building. Whatever he is planning, he intends it to be big. Death is not something he fears. )To die would be an awfully big adventure!
( The Summoner crows and takes flight, the video feed catching his every move as he soars over the island. His adventure had just begin. )