"Is this about me switching my nationality?" Zachary asked cautiously, remembering the time he had decided to represent Ivory Coast instead of DR Congo at the World Cup. "Is this about me playing for Ivory Coast?"
The phantom let out another chuckle, the sound like dry leaves rustling in the wind. "Oh, no." It waved its hand dismissively. "Those divisions of countries, those borders—they mean nothing to me, and they mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. I didn't care whether you played for DR Congo, Ivory Coast, or even Argentina."
Zachary frowned, confusion knitting his brow. "Then what is this about?"
The phantom's eyes narrowed, and its smile faded into something darker, more serious. "This is no longer just about your desire. You see, your homeland… isn't just DR Congo or Ivory Coast. It's something much bigger. It's the entire Planet Earth."
Zachary blinked, completely taken aback. "Planet Earth? What are you talking about?"