The being walks out of the small sun. His armor is plad in black and gold buy etched with precious stones. As the figure take of his helm he seems subtly wrong. Its Brimstones face without a doubt but something seems, off. Like he shouldn't quite exist. But noticeably his eyes are solid black. With a wave of his arm Tep-Pharon, Karnis, and Omen are swept away in a warp right. Karnis lands hard on the floor of the Exclusion zone. Omen and Tep-Pharon land inside of the Manticore base. "Where is your third?" A multitude of voices ring from the things throat. "I can feel you. I can smell you bloodlust and your addiction of stims. But yet I cannot seem to place you." The creature smiles as it looks at the debris of the islands. "The we will have to be throughly destructive then." It raises it's arm and a multitude of balls are sent streaming from the sun into every piece of rock, blowing it up.