Drifting slowly closer back to the group, the Mysts felt itself getting heavier and heavier. Was it... going away?

It paused. The group certainly looked different now. The Harbinger had changed a lot. Others had joined them in the meanwhile. And the Stryker... a human who, somehow, bore a similar essence to the Junko, but was most definitely not.

Then, with a searing flash of light, the Mysts were no more. A young man garbed in steel armour lay face down on the pavement. A rapier was attached to his belt, and there was a circlet on his brow. He was unconscious.