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"Everyone, I'm going back to have a look! Whether the Many-Winged Angel wins or SCP-096 wins, we'll see the outcome later..." After Brit finished speaking, he exhaled.
He's betting, as it has been a long time since he arrived here. Normally, after such a long duration, the battle between the Many-Winged Angel and SCP-096 should have ended, so he was going to go back and check.
Not only Brit, but also the members who have left the game, as well as the viewers on the stream, are curious about the outcome of the battle. Everyone can't wait to see which SCP is the last one alive.
"Hah, I don't know what's going on over there now..." When Brit was about to put on the mask, he couldn't help feeling negative again.
After all, when he thinks of the Many-Winged Angel and the hideous appearance of SCP-096, he can't help but feel his body shake uncontrollably. However, this does not mean he is timid. As far as the battle between the two SCPs is concerned, it's estimated that no player remains unconvinced.
"Okay, let's not talk about anything else. It's top-notch..." Brit gave a wry smile, then a flash of light crossed his mind. "Oh, by the way, don't I still have the 'Jaded Ring'?"
Brit quickly searched his body but did not find the ring.
"Oh bollocks!" Brit slapped his forehead. He just remembered that the ring was lost long ago, when he was arguing with the 'Plague Doctor.' He recalled that the 'Plague Doctor' seemed to be holding the ring and looking for research.
"Never mind!" Brit shook his head dejectedly. "I guess that even if I wear it, it can't prevent physical damage..."
Brit took a last look around. He took another deep breath, and finally, he resolutely removed the mask. As the mask came off, the environment around Brit changed instantly.
While the environment was shifting, Brit instinctively adopted a defensive posture. Although he knew that if the Many-Winged Angel or SCP-096 were to attack him, no amount of defense would matter, he felt that doing something was better than nothing...
When Brit saw the environment clearly, he couldn't help but be shocked. The spot where he appeared was exactly where he had been before entering the other dimension. There was still a solitary flickering light overhead. The road ahead was still destroyed, with various pieces of concrete reinforcement scattered everywhere. Shards of glass shimmered faintly.
Most notably, scattered white wings were everywhere; some still stained with blood-like liquid, and some stuck in the concrete. As for the owner of the wings, they were nowhere to be seen. The berserker SCP-096 had also disappeared.
Seeing this scene, Brit was filled with deep confusion.
The viewers in the stream also couldn't help but widen their eyes:
"Whoa! I thought I'd see the corpses of one of the SCPs, but they all disappeared!"
"Yes! How strange! Where did they go?"
"Uh... who wins this?"
"Damn! Why didn't I think of this situation? Both are gone!"
"This is actually a good thing! Brit can run away now!"
"I made a bet with someone just now, if the Many-Winged Angel loses, I'll run naked..."
Brit didn't read the chat. He carefully surveyed the environment in front of him, then picked up a feather from the ground. Although the feather was very light, after Brit gently broke it off, he realized it was surprisingly tough. He even used it to scrape the concrete next to him, leaving deep marks.
Brit was shocked, and the viewers were equally surprised. While astonished, they gained a deeper understanding of the power of the Many-Winged Angel in its awakened state.
"Everyone, maybe neither of them has won, and they've all left..." Brit whispered softly.
He looked up into the depths of the passage. It was dark and ruined, almost the entire corridor was in ruins, with the path nearly blocked.
Brit frowned and looked back. He saw that although the metal door behind him was severely deformed, it was not cracked. This meant he had no way to pass through.
"Am I going to be trapped here..." Brit frowned even more deeply. He looked around carefully again, then examined the item on his body.
"If there's no way out, then I must find one..." Brit muttered.
The damaged metal door behind him was impossible to open; he lacked the ability, and since it was so badly deformed, there was no point in searching for a device to unseal it, it was likely useless. The only option now was to clear a path through the ruined corridor.
Fortunately, despite the severe collapse, the aisle wasn't completely blocked. With a bit of time, he should be able to create a passage. He didn't need to clear the entire way, just enough to get himself through.
Brit quickly began acting. During his movement, another thought flashed through his mind: If SCP-096 is still alive, is the hatred it harbors still active? Have the hostiles disappeared? After all, he had traveled to another world. The vast distance between the two worlds should make SCP-096 give up hunting, right?
This question lingered in Brit's mind, and he couldn't find an answer. Soon, however, reality provided one.
"Whoa..." Just as he was clearing the way, he suddenly heard a faint cry from a distance. Brit was stunned, and the viewers were equally taken aback.
"SCP-096..." Brit stood upright, his expression incredulous as he looked ahead toward the source of the cry.
A few seconds later, the ruins in front of him shook violently. It seemed something had slammed into the other side with great force. Brit instinctively took a step back, his face turning pale.
After the initial shock, the ruins trembled again, second time, then third, then fourth. In a very short period, the ruins were pierced through, and a tall, screaming figure burst out of the rubble. It stretched out its hands and turned them toward Brit.
Brit's face turned completely pale. Before death, he couldn't help but think: "Once hatred is established, it will never disappear... for it is... eternal..."