"Hahahahaha!"
Whether it was because he had finally brought down his old rival or because he saw hope for his race's future, Druid stood atop a pile of damp powder and threw back his head in laughter.
But he soon noticed something was wrong. In this originally small circular room, there was actually an echo.
"Ha ha ha!"
"Hahahahahaha!" He laughed a few more times, craning his neck to look around.
"Hehehe!"
This time, the echo had changed. It sounded like laughter distorted by an electric current, or a noise from the mouth of a demon from Hell.
"Who is it?! Come out! I am the Eternal Supreme, and I order you to come out!" Druid realized this was no longer his own echo. He immediately became alert and prepared to flee at any moment.
He had no Space Teleportation ability himself, but his "new friends" could get him out of here.
At least, that was what he had thought before trying.
But when he discovered that no matter how he pressed the emergency evacuation button on his communicator, he was still standing in this damned place, he knew things had slipped out of control.
A ghostly figure drifted out from behind a huge tank filled with orange liquid and landed lightly on the ground. The circular beam of light in the hall shone down on him, illuminating his black-and-yellow armor.
"You really were hard to find, Eternal Supreme. I'm Deathstroke, the Sorcerer Supreme. Come to think of it, we're both from the 'Supreme generation.' Want to acknowledge a relative? You can call me Grandpa, and I'll call you stinking dog shit."
A red monocle glowed with a chilling light. As the Sorcerer Supreme cracked jokes, he drew the Lightsaber in his hand.
With a sizzle, the sound of ionized