Two screams came from the dimensional entrance. Just how fast had those two figures appeared? Put it this way: like someone spitting on the ground, or two watermelon seeds shooting out during diarrhea.
The two figures braked for quite a while before barely coming to a stop. Once they did, Loki saw that Stark's armor had a huge gash across half its body, while a knife was stuck in Strange's back.
"Am I hallucinating?" Strange asked through gritted teeth. "You saw it too, right?"
"I might have been too exhausted from my recent experiments. I don't know what I just saw," Stark said blankly. Then he looked down at the crack in his chest and let out another strange cry.
The two stared wide-eyed at each other.
It was not until Loki flew over that they both turned to him and said, "Are we dreaming? This dimension is full of Schillers! And they can teleport!"
"If only the two of you had seen it, maybe it would just be a hallucination. But all three of us saw it. I'm afraid Schiller really did get out."
"It's the pathological traits." Strange had evidently seen more clearly. He said, "Those people aren't from the High Tower. They're from beneath it. Every single one of them is evil and terrifying. How did they get out?"
Stark had already called Greed. They heard Greed swearing on the other end, "The pathological traits are staying perfectly well at the bottom of the Abyss. They didn't get out at all. You must be too tired lately, so you're hallucinating..."
Before he could finish, a mass of gray mist appeared beside them. Stark pointed at the dimensional entrance. "Go see for yourself."
Greed looked at him skeptically and slowly floated inside. A few seconds later, another scream