[center][h2]"It's been a long time, old friend."[/h2]

Corvo Attano rose, clutching Piero's mask at the side. He grimaced at the pitch black eyes of the Outsider.[color=0072bc] [b]"Any [i]longer[/i] would have been pleasant."[/b][/color] Just when he was finally adjusting to his normal life in Dunwall, the familiar sting struck him. In moments, he blacked out—what greeted him was the cold, empty Void.

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[b]"What can I say?"[/b] the Outsider remarked. He enjoyed this far too much; these multiversal games. [b]"Excitement is always temporary. That couldn't be any more apparent in the Void than anywhere else."[/b] He drifted in circles around Corvo, but what he left behind him was an entirely new setting. It was the still the Void, monochrome as ever, but the drifting platforms of rock were replaced with refined walls. People appeared, frozen in time. He and several others became encased in a cage of glass, and a sole woman stood outside.

[b]"Do you remember Cirilla, Corvo?"[/b] The Lord Protector whipped around, and there she was. The Outsider moved his hand near her face, refraining from touching it like a statue at an art museum. He remembered how he pulled her into the Void; before that, he believed the juvenile god was solely in it for Corvo.

[color=0072bc][b]"Cut to the chase,"[/b][/color] he snapped. [color=0072bc][b]"We saved everything in existence once, what else would you need us to do?"[/b][/color]

The Outsider waltzed towards the masked man, hands tucked behind his back. He stopped shy of Corvo, smirking. The god then leaned towards him. [b]"I have [i]no[/i] idea."[/b] He faded into a black fog, dissipating in seconds. The monochrome world regained its color, just in time for a gruffy-looking man with a bat to collapse with a sharp scream.

Corvo assessed their new predicament, keeping Luthor's name in mind. Soon, his gaze focused on the person he trusted out of everyone else. The Lord Protector removed his mask, revealing a similar smile. His age showed on his face: more notable layers of gray over his facial hair, skin turning a certain color; but aside from that, he was same as he always was. [color=0072bc][b]"It's as if we're cursed to forever drift around this multiverse rat-brine,"[/b][/color] he remarked back. 

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