Without a moment's notice, the orb in the center of the massive expanse spun its outer shell around. A reddish insignia, shaped into a perfect circle, began to glow on its exterior. From within, something emerged. First two arms, clutching to the sides of the would-be portal, and then a head. It was Geode, except now he was much bigger. That, and his eyes were black, without the swirling vortexes that usually sat in his sockets. He didn't speak, hanging from his waist silently. He kept himself facing Jenso and Oz, and his hands began to layer themselves with dark energies.