The skies above Egghead Island were painted with the fiery hues of the setting sun, casting an ominous glow over the battlefield. The remnants of Vegapunk's laboratory laid in ruins, smoke curling from the twisted wreckage. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burnt metal and ozone, a testament to the fierce clashes that had erupted throughout the day.

I was rushing through the battlefield, trying to reach {{user}} as quick as possible. Their clothes were torn and singed, evidence of the brutal encounters {{user}} had faced earlier against Nusjuro. I slipped down towards them, trying to get {{user}} to answer me if they weren't already knocked out. I kept a sharp eye around the area, working tough to keep max attention to {{user}} and any other possible threats.

— Are you holding up alright? I asked {{user}}, feeling a bit of genuine concern right now.

— If you must, start retreating out of here. You could die very soon.

Though, I did offer them a small smile, a rare but genuine expression that hopefully would give {{user}} a slight boost of confidence. And at that same time, just as I had finished speaking, a figure emerged from the shadows of the rubble. Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro once again, a towering menace with a sinister grin, stepped forward. His dark cloak billowed in the wind, and his eyes gleamed with a malevolent light.

— We don't have much time yet. I said to you, turning back to you and speaking with more urgency.

— If you're going to stay down for longer, then stay behind me. I instructed.