The Tyrant walked out of the ruined parlor like a sinister spirit, three luminous Memories igniting above his shoulders and above his head like three eyes of a ferocious monster. His black fatigues were covered in dust, and his face was smeared in blood.
His glassy eyes were gleaming with cold, murderous wrath.
Walking over to stand side by side with his Echo, he looked at the three Shadows darkly. The Vault Keeper moved to stand behind them, shielding her eyes from the bright light.
Four Awakened against a Master and an Echo of a Fallen Devil…
They of them glanced at each other.
'Should we stall to give Ray an opportunity to get down here?'
