Creed was enveloped by the explosion of flame and force. A shockwave that would rip apart mountains tore through him at point blank range, and he knew he would not survive. His only solace was his final sight, as he witnessed Toguro breaking apart. Melting and shattering, unable to contain the forces he was absorbing. The unstoppable golem was dead, and Kevin had been avenged. It was almost peaceful, in that fraction of a second, where Creed could feel his body being ripped to pieces.

But it was not to last.

When Creed next opened his eyes, he was floating. He could feel his body, as it was slowly being put back together. Cell by cell reattaching itself to him, as his vital organs restarted. He could feel a vast force washing over him, as an immense presence healed his grievous wounds for some unknown purpose. He could faintly see a figure, in that same space with him. It was a figure he had once known, and once feared. And he could sense a power that dwarfed that of even the Omegans, stretching out seemingly into infinity.

And then, he was gone. And he was back. Back in his body, on a physical plane of existence, fully reconstructed. Down to his very outfit being put back together for him. Clarent was in his hand, having been retrieved from some far corner of the Multiverse where it had been left when Minx had supposedly been killed. Once more, the Dragon Slayer walked.

The second thing he would notice is that he was standing in a military base, alongside a draconic-looking humanoid and a humanoid constructed entirely from wires. The latter was busily eating it's way through a stack of military weaponry, the previous owners having fled the area with their injuries. It was a strange scene to be sure, only accentuated by the strange looks he was getting from the dragon-looking creature.