Hooom.
A yellow square gate opened beside Robin, its edges humming with dense spatial energy, and a middle-aged man stepped out of it—
a man missing a leg and an arm, with a thick bandage tightly covering his eyes.
He was still in the process of wearing his clothes as he emerged, as if he had been pulled directly from his bed; a short red robe reaching to the knees, completely open down the middle, fluttering slightly in the unstable air around the portal.
"Welcome," Robin nodded toward the newcomer, his expression calm despite the chaos around them.
"Shh!"
But the Cosmic Elder ignored him completely and jumped a few steps forward, still tying his robe with hurried fingers as he examined the situation for himself, his soul sense sweeping the battlefield in a vast invisible wave.
"That number of nascent beasts on the other side… and the ones that already came through…"
"There are five adult beasts on the other side? At least ninety young ones…"
