Devon decided to chime in. “First of all, we don’t have anything like that on Earth. No magical towers, no song magic, no installing ports, nothing like that. So until we showed up here, he definitely wasn’t a reyvateil. I don’t know how it’s possible for someone’s entire genetic makeup to be altered just by ending up somewhere else.”

Croix nodded. “I know what you mean. But at the same time, you also don’t know how you ended up somewhere else, in another world, except that some object brought you here.”

Devon bit his lip, sighed. “You have a point. It still sounds crazy, though.”

“You’re telling me,” Croix agreed with a small sigh of his own.