"What the hell? Why so mysterious?" The Emperor frowned as he watched Sandman close his eyes, seemingly communicating with something.
Just as the Emperor was about to speak,
a familiar power spread from Sandman's body. The Emperor immediately sighed in relief. At least it wasn't what he had feared.
But before he could finish that sigh, he heard Sandman say, "Fuck that Blackskin." Then a power the Emperor found incomparably familiar yet deeply repulsive instantly stained Sandman black.
"You... bastard, you... beast! Look what you've done!" The blackened Sandman swung his massive fist and smashed it heavily into the Emperor's face.
Two bloody teeth flew from the Emperor's mouth under Sandman's immense strength, tracing elegant arcs through the air before clattering onto the floor.
"You hit me?!" The Emperor immediately punched back. Don't think I'll put up with it just because you're my future self.
The golden and black figures began brawling in the cramped room like a pair of street thugs, throwing punches without the slightest technique.
You poked my eyes, I pulled your hair, rolling donkey style, monkey steals the peach, spitting in your face... Until two minutes later, the blackness coating Sandman began to fade, and the golden light within him vanished the next second. The war ultimately ended in victory for the Emperor of this era.
As for the bruises and swelling, the Emperor declared them nothing more than a touch of weathering.
"You damned God-Emperor. You couldn't last, yet you still came looking for trouble. Don't think I won't hit you just because you're my future self." The Emperor's face turned livid. During their brawl, his future self had already transmitted all the scenes to him.
"So it still failed?" The Emperor hauled Sandman up from the floor and tossed him onto the broad sofa.