Mephisto was thought to be dead after being hit by a powerful explosion. Though, he did manage to teleport away. Just— Not unscathed.

His emerald eyes slowly opened. As Mephisto slowly came out of his confused daze, his vision began to clear up. Where exactly is he? He quickly rose up in a panic and hissed in pain. He looked down— noticing that his body is covered in bandages. Most of the injuries he felt are on his back. His fingers ran through his hair as he tried to remember what has happened to him. But the more he tried, the headache worsened. One thing is for certain— where is his sister Praxina?

Soon, his attention turned towards the sound of a door opening. "Who... Who goes there?" Mephisto shouts as he raised his hand in a defensive manner. Ready to use his black crystal magic— but he had no energy to manifest his back crystal sword.