Sephiroth returned to the world, descending towards a river. He needed to think... his time in this world had changed him. He remembered that he was meant to hate, to kill, to destroy for his mother, and yet he no longer knew what he wanted.
He was not alone.
'Who are you?' Sephiroth asked, his low voice addressing the man, who wore an outfit Sephiroth could not have placed. A cape, a strange hat, a sword by his side... This man was powerful.
CHINESE
the word flashed through his consciousness, as if the knowledge were granted to him by some creature sat far away, controlling even his thoughts.
'Tell me your name.'