"Minions?" Vangelos questioned aloud after hearing the booming voice that seemed to permeate through the very heavens. He watched as the others dashed off down the stairs and onto the landscape below. He gathered he should do the same and hope that whatever these minions were, that they did not pose a threat to his well being. Clutching his sword, Vangelos sprinted off down the left lane.<br/><br/>He stopped at a nearby lake. As he bent down to slake his thirst, he caught a glimpse of something in his reflection. His eyes went wide with terror. There in the water staring back at him was an old familiar face. The blurry image started coming in clearer, of a past he couldn't erase. Someone that looked like him, but not quite. There was a look of malice in his eyes. He could've sworn he had locked him away from his mind, repressed him for good. But now it looked like he found his way out! Vangelos splashed at the reflection angrily.<br/>"Divines, help me get away. Break the chains and set me free. From the other side of me." Vangelos said through gritted teeth.