BB said, sounding more fearful than I had ever heard him sound in my life.
But yes, there was no mistaking that inky black, and no mistaking those motes of light. Somehow, the holo-grid had chosen the Chasm from the memories of the Urstnir of Nadpid to be the place that the gaseous alien would be most comfortable.
I pushed BB down into the depths of my manna, we were going to need to come at this fight with our full strength if we wanted any hope of coming out victorious.
"Let the final Quarter Final match begin in three... two… one… Fight!" Belana's voice rang out, echoing through the deserted streets of my recreated patch of London.
