Tyr was no longer conscious. Ava and Elizabeth prepared to fight.
Zera had her World at the tips of her fingers, ready to deploy it at a moment's notice.
But Neo remained still.
He recognized that presence and the Intent. He finally understood who was behind the door that appeared weeks ago.
The entrance of the arena opened, and the man – the God – with a familiar appearance walked in.
Long black hair, blood-red eyes, arms covered in dragon scales, and two horns over his head.
"Why do you look so surprised?" the man spoke. Death seemed to hum with a single word of his. "Is this not what you expected?"
No one could move.
The man's presence and Death bore down on them like a predator looking at its prey.
Zera was the same as Neo. She recognized the man.
"What are you doing here?" she asked him.
"I am the owner of Tartarus."
Answering her, he walked towards Neo, who had yet to say anything.
