"Hmm, Third Stage exclusively? You've really gone and reduced your standards~", the floating figure spun in the air a few times.
"Although, I suppose that makes things much easier for me. After all I'm still tied up with the Crimson Immortals. Oh well~"
The figure spread out their arms and fell through the air. With a confident smile they moved to a more relaxed position as they fell.
"Time for an excellent ent-"
Boom-!
The ground caved in as they crashed into the ground. Immediately weapons were pointed towards the newcomer.
Travis eyed them with [Truth: Revealing], although what he found was startling.
It was a clone?
"Oughh, that hurt. . .", the figure clawed their way out of the hole they just made, "Being imprisoned for so long really makes you misjudge things."
Averoth crouched in front of the stranger, "Damn. Seems like we have less time than I thought."
"Not really.", the stranger smiled and waved enthusiastically towards Averoth.
