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Chapter 4: Who the bloody Hell are you?!!

"So we're back in the End," Zedaph said. False got up from her knees, looking around.

"Just me, or is this place even worse the second time?", Cub asked. "Or, actually, third time." Grian chuckled nervously, suddenly remembering about a certain suspender lover.

"T- Taurtis! Wait, we have to go back,-" Grian ran for the portal. It closed as he almost stepped in. He gasped, holding his chest. "I don't think we can leave him in there, we can't!" Xisuma came behind him and held Grian's shoulders, giving him a smile, almost to say that Taurtis would be fine. But he wouldn't! Grian pulled out of Xisuma's grasp, spreading his wings and flying around the end, looking for another portal. The hermits took flight, their rockets flying everywhere.

"Uhh, guys?", Keralis called, "I can't f-- Oof!" Keralis was picked up by Bdubs.

"I said I'd carry you!", Bdubs called out, "And I don't lie!" They all followed Grian as a sudden burst of flame came from the tower where Grian once lived.

Through the window, they saw Braid. Grian stopped midair, landing and looking up at the window from below. The hermits gathered around him, all looking up at the tower window. "It's her," Impulse whined, "She's alive."

Ren backed up, gulped, then yelled, "Let's get up there and kick her butt one more time, aye?!!" The hermits jumped and yelled in aggressive agreement. They took flight to the top of the tower, but Grian stayed down, terror in his face.

Mumbo held his shoulder. "Grian, c'mon. We got 'em before."

"But that flame, it's so strong." Grian held his chest. "It hurts, so much," he said, kneeling down, falling to his side.

"Grian!", Mumbo ducked down, holding him up from the ground. "Grian, guys! Guys!! GUYS!" The hermits looked back, Mumbo's face in tears. Grian had passed out yet again during their Evolution Journey. Ren, Xisuma, Jevin, and Cleo glided back down, kneeling to look at Grian. "H-He's out cold, what do we do?! He's the only one who can-"

Mumbo's worry turned into fear as something sharp tore the skin on his cheek. There was a small cut, and he started to bleed. He lifted his right hand to his cheek, , wiping the blood.

"Shut. Up," a voice from the distance said. The group of hermits looked up and saw a cloaked man, a Watcher's mask on his face. His cloak hid his body, his chin, hair, and feet were visible. His mask was much like a mask you'd wear to the masquerade ball. There were five spikes two to the side, to more on the upper more sides, and one in the middle, at the top.

He stared at them, watching them, analyzing them. He spread his feathered wings, and flew to Grian's tower. There he disappeared.