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Karu'kh smiled widely. "Ah! The sweet invitation of when I first awake!" Karu'kh slammed forward, having lost his arms, he lost no momentum. He continued to slam his head against the barrier. "Pain. Pain. Pain. GIVE. ME. MORE!" He cackled as he continued to slam against the barrier. The pain was his power. The more he got, the more he awoke. The more he awoke, the more power that opened up to him.

Within a few seconds of slamming his head into the barrier at full force, his arms regenerated. "But not even the power of space, in-between or not, can handle it being combatted with the same!" Raising his hand, Karu'kh forced open a barrier of the same kind, or at least similar, and forced it upon Avera's own barrier. Karu'kh had a source of magic and energy that could last a millennium. Of course, he didn't use magic to force a barrier made of space. He learned this trick from himself in the future. He only hoped it worked, and that his future-self wasn't useless.

Karu'kh, however, could not apprehend how weak his future-self was. He seemed weak, but he knew that was not the case. "You may have a helper, but I myself have one as well." Out from beyond the barrier appeared a young man. A bandage wrapped around his eyes.

"Oh Karu'kh. I know I said call me when you needed help, not when you wanted to kill someone. Besides, what universe did you call me to? It looks bland and boring." The man walked forward, chuckling. "I won't mind it if someone kicks your ass. Just as long as you don't die, I'm fine with it."