"Excellent. Come to me then, my Knights."

The throne room appeared to be bigger than the waiting chamber, if that was even possible. The colors of the four Knights decorated the room elagently; a crimson carpet pooled the floor while the ceiling was crafted a rich cerulean. Gold and platinum lined the intricate walls with various different designs and in the center of it all was a white throne, polished and unblemished. Atop this mighty throne lay Sachiro Harime herself, in the flesh. Dressed in a pure white gown, the sheer brightness of it reflected the light in a way where it almost resembled a rainbow. Golden eyes and once more white hair completed the image. Despite her everlasting rule, she still looked young and heathy.

And yet despite all of this, her smile was one of melancholy as she held in her lap a massive book of all colors. Her Tome. The origin of all Unity. "Welcome. Yggdrasil, Asgard. Let us wait for the others then before discussing our greatest ambition. The Grand Order." Taking note of Yggdrasil's tense posture, she raised an eyebrow in concern. "Does something trouble your conscious, Platinum Knight?" 

Above them, Jester studied the girl who seemed to be as distruaght as Yggdrasil. Well, it was really more like a keen sense of nervousness...the masked man locked his crimson gaze with her single revealed eye. "Yes, I knew you would appear before me. You seek answers...and I can give you purpose." With that enigmatic promise in the air, he faced Thomas now. "Young one who serves the Ultimatum. If you are destined to fight, then I suggest keeping your eye on Cole here. He possesses a deadly habit for taking situations into his own hands."

Cole couldn't deny that he was no doubt suprised to be greeted by the The Superior's Jester himself. Even so, he wouldn't let some masked freak stop him from his own goals. "Neither," he answered to Jester's questions. "I came here for a simple task. Shouldn't take long actually; just a couple more minutes."

"Oh? You're willing to risk the lives of these children? It seems you truly are a madman." Jester said this all with eternal calm. "Well then. What do you seek?"

Cole kept his Tome by his side on hand. The explosive had been running for some time now, and at this rate the amount of gas he had leaked out would be enough to at least level the roof to burning rubble. "Just wanna show some friends of mine that even God can bleed. I'm sure you of all people can understand that."

"Is that so? Indeed, you are a catalyst of fate. However...I simply can't allow that. At least, not as you are now Cole Carton." In mere moments, Jester was in front of Cole and lashed out, grabbing the collar of his shirt. Biting his teeth, Cole's first instinct was to activate his Tome on the spot as a powerful pulling motion or force dragged him closer and closer to the Jester's eyes....the rumbling of several explosions was enough to loosen the steel grip and Cole made a dash off the roof as quickly as possible.

The roof became instantly engulfed in flames, and Jester appeared in front of Evie. His own Tome activated to form a massive metal wing. So large was the limb, that it was enough to shield both Evie and Thomas from the inferno around them.