Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Yellow Plains, Freedom Fighter's headquarters.
Just as Luna prepared to put an end to whatever Baylor was scheming, a low vibration rippled through the room, almost like a warning. The air seemed to hum, and in an instant, two humanoid figures materialized at the empty top end of the round table.
"What the heck is going on here?" Henricks barked, his voice laced with alarm. His wide-eyed gaze locked on Luna, who was seconds away from striking Baylor, while the rest sat frozen, silently watching the standoff.
The sound of his voice snapped Luna out of her of her rage. She jolted, blinking rapidly as her eyes returned to their normal hue. The strange, almost suffocating presence that had been clouding the demigods' minds dissipated like smoke, and their sense of time returned to normal.
