It was meant to be a typical day.

It wasn't.

Alarms bounded through the Exiles little corner of the crystal palace, as the Panoptichron was shook. Across the vast reaches of the pink infinite, the Timekeepers were the unwitting target of an angry figure, and a spillage from the great beyond.

The Panoptichron had been uncovered by the bearers of the Negative Zone, and Annihalus was here. His forces swept across the Panoptichron rapidly, thundering through the everlasting corridors in search of the inhabitants. The Timekeepers fled, and the various disparate communities that somehow found refuge here were striking back as best a defence as they could against the hordes.

It seemed only the Exiles would somehow withstand the horrors that approached, as the dark malignance of the negative zone erupted forth.

Dropping his tea, Cecil could only activate what little the Exiles had in barricades and weaponry, a delay against what approached.

Danger whirred to life as she always did, with a singular command. "Activate Castle Protocol."

The Tallus' whirred to life, seeking new allies against the invading army. There would be no grand monologue from Cecil amidst the quiet meadows that the Panoptichron held. Nope, they'd be right in the fire.

As the first defences fell, Blastaar wade through the smoldering wrecks.