The senior zookeeper stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening as the light of his lantern fell upon the faces of the three legends. "Wait, wait, wait... are you Ziven, Martin, and Lucas? Hey dude, why are you here bro?" he asked, his voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and joy. He looked at them as if they were ghosts who had suddenly stepped out of the pages of history. He stepped closer, inspecting the men he hadn't seen in nearly half a century.
The three legends lowered their guard as they recognized the man standing before them in the zookeeper's uniform. It was Savior, the missing member of their circle who had been unaccounted for since the end of the Great War. He had been living a quiet, solitary life among the animals, hiding his identity behind a simple job and a different name. The reunion was now complete, as the four pillars of the elemental gods stood together once more in the year 2070.
Patel took the lead in explaining the dire situation, recounting the story of the missing children and the murder of George's grandkids. He told Savior about the systematic way the families were being targeted and the discovery of the body in the lake. Savior listened in stunned silence, the joy of the reunion quickly turning into a mask of cold, focused anger. He realized that the peace he had found in the forest was over, and that the war had finally found him.
Patel, ever observant, looked at Savior and asked a delicate question about his own personal life in the decades since the war. "Sir, don't you have any child, sir?" he asked, wondering if Savior's own bloodline was also in danger from the rival. Savior looked at the detective and gave a slow, sad shake of his head before responding to the group. "I am always single!" he replied, his voice carrying the weight of a man who had chosen a lonely path.
Despite having no children of his own to protect, Savior did not hesitate for a single second to join the team. He felt the bond of the old brotherhood pulling at him, a duty to his friends that was stronger than his desire for a quiet life. He went into the station and retrieved a set of gear that he had kept hidden for forty-five years, ready to return to the fray. The four gods were now united, a force of nature that was ready to take on the darkness.
Savior looked at the photo that the boy had captured on the camera, his eyes narrowing as he studied the kidnapper's features. He pointed to a specific detail on the man's forehead that the others had not yet fully understood the significance of. "This is a man from Japan," Savior stated firmly, his voice dropping as he shared his specific knowledge. He explained that a very specific mark on the man's forehead held the key to his origins.