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"Wiz, this is doesn't seem like good news....." Druig squeezed the heavily breathing Gale, both panicking slightly at the loud and constant beeping of the hologram of the earth, a part of it turned red.

"Oh no! My God!" Phastos rapidly paced back-and-forth.

Just then, Sersi rushed into the room, panting. "What about the Uni-Mind?" She inquired.

"I haven't figured out a way to connect us, but I'm close." The man replied, "I'm very, very close."

"How much longer?"

Annoyed at both the stress and the stack of questions, Phastos lost his cool. "I don't know, Sersi!" It was only a matter of time before the stress would overtake them all.

Phastos grabbed a device of some sort and placed it on Makkaris's palm, cupping it. "Find the point of emergence." He instructed slowly so that she could read his lips and with that she sped off, the place shaking slightly at the speed.

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Thena, Druig and Gale all stood silently, staring at the painting of a man on beach hung on the wall. The Eternal in white smiled slightly at the sight of the two lovers' tight hold on each other's hands. She wondered how much money she would have won from the bet if Gilgamesh were still alive.

"You always knew the end was coming. It must be a relief." The mind controller said, somewhat cautious yet blunt and honest with his words at the same time.

"That deviant who killed Brick Fist is still tracking us." Gale murmured under his breadth, taking deep breadths to calm his anger. He was not a bloodthirsty and psychotic monster. Nor was he someone who relished in battles. And he preferred to keep it that way.

Druig sighed. He was not worried about his lover knowing that Gale still had enough self control to indulge to the screams of his dark minds. But Thena was a different subject. She shared a bond with the murdered Eternal that no one else did and Druig himself knew that if anyone were to kill his lover in the same manner, he would not hold back either. Him and Thena were just similar in their sinister ways and thought processes.

"Revenge won't bring peace for you, Thena."

And as he expected, Thena's lips curled up to the usual calm yet sinister smirk. "But killing it might." She stated and walked off.

"Don't worry. That's what makes her Spear right?" Gale comfortingly grinned at Druig who laughed and agreed.

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Time had passed. Ikaris entered the room, directly spotting an irritated yet amused Phastos trying to shoo off the bored and hilarious Gale. He sighed inwardly. A part of him hated what was to be done. But it was also necessary.

"Would you stop calling me Wiz, you bucket-head?" Phastos groaned.

"Would you stop calling me a bucket-head, Wiz?"

The inventor whined in irritation but grinned at the Eternal already dressed in his blue fight wear. "I'm close to figuring it out."

Gale's eyes widened a hundedfold on noticing Ikaris's eyes turning golden with energy. Had he gone mad? "Look out, Wiz!" He warned in a yell and pushed the surprised Eternal out of the way, gasping deeply when Ikaris's firing beam hit his arm.

"Gale!!" Druig called in concern, instantly dashing to his lover on the floor, ignoring the shattered pieces of the globe. "Darling." He put the groaning Gale's head on his lap and cupped his face. "Are you alright?"