Mirage, having knelt down in front of the king, waited as the man placed a hand on his shoulder, patting him.
Leonardo stared down at the supposed elder. His gaze filled with a complex emotion as he stared at the face of the man he knew wasn't truly here.
He then glanced at the walls of the room, finding them to be enveloped and coated in a sort of bubbly and ethereal substance that had no defined shape or mass.
He then turned his attention back to Mirage, finding him to have transformed back to the form of a man in his early twenties with long black hair tied in a ponytail with a violet butterfly accessory tied in it.
Leonardo opened his mouth.
"It's good to see you again, Mirage. You may get up now."
Mirage gave a subtle nod, slowly rising to his feet as he straightened out his black robe.
He raised his eyes towards the king, then towards the queen, who was looking at him with a smile, who was looking at him with a, and said:
