[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=97e23b]Bartholomew Rosecliff[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/GxId9ub.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Underground Tunnels, Cairo, Egypt
[b]Skills:[/b]N/A[/center][hr]
Things were getting chaotic now, the ceiling disappearing, the smell of sulfur, and the return to life of the previously dead.He gave a worried look to Andromeda as she mentioned this sort of thing happening when time was damaged in her timeline, whatever that meant. That on it's own sounded patently horrible, but Gio compounded the hopelessness of the situation by saying that it would be more accurate to describe the situation as one of a much larger scale. Time itself seemed to be dying, something that could not be good news for the Watch, given how closely he related to the concept. He worried what might happen to Gio in the wake of all of this.

Watching him attempt to open a portal, and gritted his teeth. He had no idea what opening a portal would look like here, but he knew that the consequences of attempting would pale in comparison to the prospect of all of them being faced head to head with a Destruere with no real armaments. He readied himself to hurry through the portal, should it open; as far as he was concerned, he was among the last hope for the timelines, and he couldn't allow himself to die here. Should they die, all could be lost, even if Faith succeeded in her mission. Things were getting progressively more and more fucked, and he had no idea how to deal with it.