The dead silence is interrupted by a sound - something like paper being torn in two.

There, in the empty space in the air, he stood - that face unnervingly familiar, but not correct. Yellow eyes gaze ahead almost bored, his head tilting to the side. Light glimmers off the gold adorning his body, as well as the crystallic blue of his torso. "So you still haven't learned," he says, breaking out into a smile.

"Didn't I already say it? The plot is already in motion. You, as a Gauntlet Knight, are individuals with the firepower of a warship, the ultimate cutting edge of military might. You're steadily preparing for your goal of death and destruction. Every single one of you is gonna die. You. Your friends. All of you."