Thread:TEOR-MMMM/@comment-35691777-20190614171347/@comment-35455126-20190625000215

(“Must be some form of Complete Arsenal...”) Glitch thought. (“...or otherwise some kind of Power Replication.”)

A loud boom is heard. They see a massive swirling portal form in the air. Chekhov shot out of it and hit the ground in yet another crater, and already began regenerating. Damocles then floated out next, only he was a navy-blue color. The portal was still open as Damocles let out a chuckle, only in the voice of the all-to-familar voice of the man who had sent them to this universe.

“There he is!” Marcus said.

Glitch turns to Monika. “Yo, you’re up.”