Galacor: He morphed into existence inside a desolate timeline full of nothing but nature-based planets. He teleported down onto one of the nearby orbs, walking across a grassy meadow, surrounded by tall trees and a sky of yellow light, following a strange signature until he saw someone in the distance. "Interesting...YOU THERE!"
Alex: He picked a couple more flowers, putting them inside a basket before turning towards Galacor, "Hmm?"
Galacor: He slowly approached Alex, "I know you know what happened to Wiliaquo and the others, your energy readings are off the charts. So tell me what I need to know, and I won't escalate this any further." A bright orange and purple energy blade shot out from his wrist gauntlet, but as he grew closer, his body froze up. "What the-..."
Alex: He stared at Galacor with a blank expression, "Look, man, I am just trying to gather some flowers for my wife. I don't have to tell you a damn thing."
Galacor: His cybernetic eyes scanned Alex up and down. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fight off this feeling, this feeling that he should run away. "This is the same feeling I got with the purple demon..." He scoffed, forcing himself forward, "No matter."
Alex: He sighed, one of his floating hands formed, flying the basket away to a safe distance, "Are we seriously doing this right now?"
Galacor: "You have information I need, and I won't be leaving until I get it." He continued to move forward, gradually increasing his pace.
Alex: He held his arms out, tilting his head, "Bro, you don't even know that for a fact, you are literally judging me based on my energy readings!"
Galacor: The stone on his forehead glowed bright, the Emperor slowly manifesting itself, but before it could completely he was shot backwards. "Nngh!" He stumbled back up, noticing he was suddenly miles away from him now. "What the fuck was that..."
Alex: His eyes were glowing a bright red before shifting back to their normal white hue. "What an asshole."
Galacor: He wiped dirt from his armor as he steadied himself, gears whining as they recalibrated. "Spatial displacement or perhaps manipulation…?" He looked up, locking onto Alex's position far across the planet's curve. "He shifted the space around me to reject my existence..." The stone on his head glowed a bright purple as the Phantom Emperor formed itself completely.
Phantom Emperor: He morphed in front of Alex, staring at him. "Target locked." The golden rings on his shoulders shifted as he swung on Alex's head.
Alex: He put his hands in his pockets as his body lay itself down, watching as multiple phantom blows passed where he once was, his foot clocking the Emperor in the chin, and then he kicked him right below his ribs.
Phantom Emperor: He held his chest, "Any point of contact results in the law of the phantom's touch. Impa-"
Alex: He had his hand out, the hole in his palm shifted to white, the energy reflecting things like a mirror, "Aura Mirror: Impact."
Phantom Emperor: His chest lit up with a white down along with his chin before exploding with a powerful amount of energy, launching him back to Galacor. He quickly stood up, staring down at Alex. "Target has mimicking capabilities."
Galacor: He grabbed onto the Emperor's shoulder as he teleported back over to Alex. "No matter." He pointed his wrist gauntlet, the Emperor's energy flowing through his arm as he fired a large beam of energy at Alex, eradating everything that stood before him, including the glass wall of reality. "That should- WHAT!"
Alex: The hole in his hand glowed a bright green, forming a green, clear barrier in front of him. There was a perfect outline of his figure with what was left of reality. "Damn, you should probably be more considerate of nearby timelines." His hand flashed with the green energy, reality, and everything that stood behind him rebuilt itself.
Galacor: His eyes widened as the shattered fragments of reality stitched themselves back together behind Alex. The Emperor's systems screamed warnings through his mind. "You restored causality… mid-erasure?"
Phantom Emperor: He straightened beside Galacor, golden rings rotating faster as his core recalibrated. "Target exceeds projected thresholds. Recommend immediate withdrawal."
Alex: He rolled his wrist once, the green glow fading from his palm as the hole sealed itself shut. "Yeah, that'd be smart." He looked over his shoulder at the now-intact horizon. "I really hate cleaning up messes like that."
Galacor: His jaw tightened, gears grinding audibly. "You're not an elemental. You're not an Eternal. You don't exist in any archive." His voice lowered. "What are you?"
Alex: He glanced back at him, shrugging. "A guy picking flowers."
Galacor: Steam puffed out from the gears. No matter how hard he tried to strike the skeleton man, his hands wouldn't move. "AUGH!" He disappeared with the Phantom Emperor in a fit of rage, traveling back to Valkun.
Alex: He snapped his fingers, the floating hand returned the basket, "Thank you, the people here are way too early in their narrative state to try and fight me. I guess we can't escape arrogance and pride no matter where we go." He held the basket tight, disappearing.
????: The black shadowy figure formed in the meadow, its eyes burning bright, "So much potential...Master will be pleased to have him on our team with his...Emperor."