Zenov glanced at Josh but said nothing of his attempts to control his blades. "My face is of no relevance to either you or the current situation. One moment he was standing on the table and the next he was casually sitting between Angelo and Josh in a chair of his own.

"That's a neat trick you got there," Jarrod observed. "Teleportation I take it?"

"Much like Yggdrasil, I too possess the ability to render space and time to my configuration and manipulate the resulting substance."

"....right, so teleportation. Er, what do you want again?"

Zenov clasped his hands together and leaned forward. "I simply came to inform you of information I thought you'd find generous. Is that so wrong?" Speculative, Jarrod gave one glance at his teammates before shrugging.

"Alright fine, we'll hear you out."

Zenov narrowed his crimson eyes, as if smiling beneath his mask. "Three days from now Yggdrasil will make his way towards the Central Regions. Once there, he will have distorted this world to the point of complete obliteration."

Jarrod shifted uneasily. "So...why is that?"

"Simple. As you know, this is naught but one world in the eternal fabrics of all realities. Yggdrasil has dubbed this one insufficient and so seeks to return every being back to their original source. This civilization...this world...it is no longer worth existing in Yggdrasil's eyes. He will summon forward the Creator to begin anew."

Zenov's eyes flickered for a brief moment.

"He will call forth The Dyteniteity. And I will be there to witness it all."