Coal couldn’t help but to smile as the quasi-positive vibe filled the room, he didn’t consider it completed though. Maybe it was the hint of strong alcohol in the air that upset him, but he was thankful at least he managed to wring out some positivity from the group without the use of very taboo arts. He also wasn’t called a kid this time! Almost. 

“Thanks,” he suddenly quipped from seemingly nowhere, “Thank you for this opportunity to be a part of this. This is, really huge for me.” This sudden sentiment also surprised him too, he was stunned into silence for a second before shaking it off. “But if you’ll excuse me now, I need to be somewhere,” he turned to leave, his footsteps quickly growing fainter as Cerberus followed suit. 

He glided over the dusty walls, and rickety stairs, descending down towards the basement. Everything was in place, the oversized desk, the weird items that cluttered the walls, and in the corner of the room, there lay his carved in sigils, that apparently no one wanted to mend. The runes painstakingly carved in, and powered by his momentary agnst. He sighed, and stepped in the mix of runes, he wasn’t going to be like that anymore. And with that, he vanished.