“Well, that didn’t go as planned.”
Sinbad gazed at the strange world around him. David warned beforehand that his new abilities would take some getting used to, that the fabric of space/time was at its thinnest in several decades. All because some righteous brat managed to barge his way into the Sacred Palace and accomplish that which should not have been possible with human hands.
(Whether the appointed Magi meant this as jest was up for interpretation. It was difficult to know that man’s true intentions with his odd lack of eyebrows.)
And so Sinbad was lost. But not hopelessly so.
He can feel it, the strange current of destiny... of power coursing through his veins. He wouldn’t be here long. Already, reality was starting to unravel at its edges.
War was coming to this world. But that was not of his concern.
Curious amber eyes peek at a nearby cafe’s window display. Various cakes and pastries lined the quaint space. Coffee would be nice.He can wait this out with coffee. And maybe a pastry or two.
And that was how the so-called new god of their world chose to spend his time - sitting outside, enjoying the view even as galaxies collided and stars are born anew millions of miles away.