Whether the blonde had expected any level of repayment or not did not bother the Maou in the slightest. He had seen what Yuuri had seen, and knew of the blonde hero's exploits. That had been a large part of the reason as to why he'd emerged, and why he had fought.

"I will go wherever my power is needed," he said with a nod. While he wasn't as strong as he was in Shin Makoku, or even his own Earth, that wouldn't stop the Maou from fighting for the lives of others.

The Maou held no doubt that they would win this war. It may take effort, but he would use every ounce of power he had to make certain that the future turned out more favourably. He was pulled out of his thoughts, however, when he caught sight the finger pointed in his direction.

His cat-like eyes slowly returned to Cloud's face at the words. "This may not be my land, but I will not let them run to ruin." Regarding the blonde seriously, he said, "I will take my leave. You are important to him, Cloud Strife."

His gaze lingered for a moment longer before his partial form seemed to evaporate away. At that same moment, the length of his hair returned back to the familiar length before his eyes rolled back into his head. Exhausted, Yuuri fell down to his knees before waking up fast enough to snap his arms out to catch the rest of his fall.

Panting softly, he felt his entire body in pain, but pushed it aside as he instantly glanced towards Cloud and desperately asked, "Are you okay?"