Babylon was well protected against teleportation. Powerful dimensional locks were located on several places in the ship, preventing anyone from boarding it without fighting through the outer defenses. It was for this reason that, when Matt asked for a status report, Odin carefully informed him that Mia was floating outside the ship, smiling and waving. And it was because Matt was no fool that he did not let her in, and instead ported out a phone, sighing. This would, without a doubt, be a rather interesting conversation. "What do you want with me, Mia?"

"Oh, not much. But we found something you might want, a little toy you left behind." Mia giggled, as she poked the force field that surrounded the massive space station. It was boring, using robots. They didn't bleed, and more importantly, they didn't scream. What was the fun in that?

"There is a reason I abandoned Ygdrassil, and one you should well know. The Plot Hole grew unstable, and it became impossible to lose." Matt sighed, he didn't like being reminded of his fall from power. When he had lost his powers as the God Emperor, he had managed to be revived without his powers. No longer had he been fused with the Plot Hole, and even his technologies had been lost to him. "If all you are here to do is taunt me-"

"Oh not at all. Because a friend of mine, he says he might be able to fix it."

Matt hesitated. There was no being alive who knew more about the Plot Hole and the related technologies than he did, and he had lost almost all of his knowledge when he had Fallen. However, the possibility was tempting. With the unmatched power of Ygdrassil, he would once more be an unstoppable power. Nothing would be able to stand before him. He would be able to unite the entire Multiverse under a single banner, and bring Order to the Chaos that now engulfed it. But gifts from Mia and her treacherous father didn't come without a price, and the price in this case would need to be a fairly heavy one.

"..... Go on."