"The Philosopher's Stone has been sent out, and the trouble's taken care of," a voice said in the dark. "Nonsense! They clearly took it back. This has nothing to do with us," said another voice.
"Exactly! If we want it back, any one of us could go and get it," another voice chimed in.
"But... this time, it was the Transcendent who threw it," a timid voice said. "It seems they missed and sent it to another world."
Everyone: "!?"
"Everyone! Let's decide with rock-paper-scissors!"
"Transcendent, don't even think of running away. You're the one who has to go."
The Transcendent, who was about to slip away, waved a hand. "All right, then. You decide who comes with me to Terra."
