Just moments ago the alternative versions of mark had been arguing…well, maskless mark had his hands neatly clasped in-front of his hips as he watched the argument.

Blood splattered from his victims as he just watched until speaking up.

“I miss William….”

When Mohawk mark rolled his eyes the group had finally decided to just turn against Angstrom, but the man simply portals the marks away. Leaving them in an empty dimension with sand…

Soon enough the marks split up to…find a way out?