After the Flesh Panopticon goes in the defensive to heal, all of it's orbs suddenly break into a red mist; before the structure starts to shake as a powerful voice speaks; probably from inside the prison.

This prison… To hold... ME?

A bloody-glowing golden arm extends from the mouth of this disgusting structure, before it gets torn to a bloody mess. Through the destroyed flesh jail, a powerful glowing figure emerges; the second prime soul.

A visitor? Hmm… Indeed, I have slept long enough. The kingdom of Heaven has long since forgotten my name, and I am EAGER to make them remember. However, the blood of Minos stains your hands, and I must admit… I'm curious about your skills, weapon.

Sisyphus slowly points at you before looking up at the auditorium.

And so, before I tear down the cities and CRUSH the armies of Heaven…

He glances back at you, the sheer manifestation of his will as a body glowing a bright yellow. SIsyphus makes a few, slow threatening hand gestures before taking a fighting stance.

You shall do as an appetizer. Come forth, Child of Man… And DIE.