[Welcome to the chamber of the Crimson Fist Tyrant]
A voice immediately greeted Finn inside his head the moment he stepped through fully.
His head whipped around sharply on instinct, searching for the source of the voice before he realized it had come from inside his head.
He claimed slightly, then observed the others who'd reacted the same way as him, if not stronger. The voice had also sounded in their heads.
Finn noted that fact then finally processed what the voice had actually said.
Crimson Fist Tyrant?
His brows rose slowly as realization dawned on him. No wonder he had felt a familiar feeling from the murals in the corridor. The Crimson Fist Baboon soul mass he had assimilated as an Ossuarist back in his timeline.
While he had never physically seen the Crimson Fist Baboon, he had used its strength and lived with its soul mass inside his soul.
