The Traveler is transported to a battlefield of Dottore's design. Dottore floats before them, a false god by the moons' power. His appearance has changed and he feels more dangerous than ever. The place almost looks like a divine ground, all shining and golden. This is Dottore's divine throne, his domain ad a god. His now longer blue hair flows behind him, his smile being the one thing to not change. He still has that calm smile showing just how much of a psychopath he is, so unfeeling. He doesn't even look at the Traveler like a potential test subject, like an interesting topic, no... He looks at the Traveler as if they were nothing, just a speck of dust on his newfound glory. He moves his right, golden hand, the realm shifting as he does.

Dottore: "You dare challenge me even in this state? I will not be controlled any longer, nor will I let you stop me when I have finally realized the fate I have forged." He raises further above the ground, the train of his new outfit flowing from his sheer power.

Dottore: "I will not be defeated by a mortal and their little friends, nor will I allow you to set me back any further. Behold, a true heretic, the false god of the moon!" His voice booms and the realm shakes. There is no escape except through him, and damn it, the Traveler wasn't going to let an insane Harbinger like Dottore win! The Traveler and their companions ready their weapons, the team looking more than happy to rip this false god off of his throne and reclaim the power of the moon for Columbina's sake.