“Regardless, our reminiscence about lost events won’t advance us. Let’s end this dream for good.” Lamont said, as he allowed the marble to levitate in front of them.

Both brothers grabbed their respective swords, and sliced through the marble, only for the swords to be taken from their hands in the unchanging moment that they connected with the marble.

“!”

“Who?” Lamont questioned, just before he collapsed, dispersing into stardust.

Lionel looked up, while fading into stardust, his eyes illuminated at the impossible sight.

“A Voyager!!!?”

“How?!”

[...]

“You two sure have made a mess of everything. The Ace of Spades is gone. All JOKERS are gone. The Mainfold is gone. The Art Gallery is in ruins. You two have surely caused quite a storm. However, I am afraid that I have come to end this storm.” Xeranthemum said, as she restored everything without even having to act, but just because.

A fading Lionel tried to stand up, only to collapse into stardust.

--- Enter the Storm III (Pharos of the End II - 3)