Well regardless, all present varieties of floating raw power were congregated into a big group, and they were slowly making their way on over towards lil’ ol’ you. No need to guess what they’re up to: the pair of them were obviously here for you. Though whether they meant to destroy you or just ship your ass off to jail is another— aaaaaahh, is that their game? Did the pretty princesses call up the zeebs because they have a special cypher-grade jail cell they could use to deal with you for good? How interesting.