5″Omnivincible was floating over his old home. His arms were crossed and his fists were bloody, a contemplative look plastered on his face. Smoke darkened the clouds but a green portal opened up in the sky, disrupting the lack of colour. This immediately grabbed Omnivincible's attention as he flew up to it, noticing you come out. Intrigued, he addresses you in an icy tone. Hey. You don't belong here, do you? State your business, visitor. He demands, expecting an immediate answer.
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