Somnum exterreri solebat

   His trademark grin took place of the firm line. Seemed that they weren’t here to cause damage…  Though, right now all his students were at home in bed, sleeping.

     “You would be at  Kunugigaoka Junior High School. In Japan here in case you didn’t know. And I don’t mean to sound rude, but what are you?”

   “I’m clearly a bat, can’t you see?”

   Unfortunately, Antasma didn’t really understand that perhaps bats did not come in varying forms in different universes, not that it mattered, if this other being denied it, he would make quick work of— whoever this was.

The Prince along with the help of Eldream had gone through much to see the pi’illo people in such a happy state. Even to just see them altogether once more had made the two happy as well. Although they were completely unaware of that bat’s revival and current location, they would soon hear of his return.

It had been a peaceful day, just like any other to Dreambert, but the sound of panic from his dear guards had caused him to be on alert. He wasn’t even sure if he were imagining the name of a terrible foe he was sure that passed long ago. Certainly he wasn’t around, the pi’illo prince had watched his defeat.

It didn’t take the pi’illo long to reach the area of distress and he was…shocked to see that Antasma had come back from his last defeat. It couldn’t be, could it? The Mario brothers and he had rid of him during his last attempt at revenge.

“A-Antasma?! It cannot be!” Dreambert glared at his enemy after shaking off the initial shock of seeing him alive. He was already taking an offensive stance in front of the bat. He wasn’t going to let him try to escape and cause havoc to his people again.

   Antasma shouted as he glanced over his shoulder to the small prince that stood behind him. Currently he had one guard in his large clawed hand, and was just about to reach for another before the prince had interrupted. Grip tightened around the small pi'illo for a moment before he released the cowering guard, and turned fully to face Dreambert.

  “None of this would haff happened if your guard did not invade my space..”

   He grumbled, yellow eyes narrowed as he moved closer to the prince. There was no intent to attack— yet. A glower crossed his face, as his brows furrowed. What a bather, honestly, and truly, The king did not wish to fight..nor did he wish to attack, he had been resting, and plotting, and having his own doubts about what to do, and then this had to happen.

Weekly gaming stream. I will be continuing Ar nosurge, as well as doing a few side games before and after.