"Why are you here?" Tyson asked, turning his head to Ryuk. "What about the others?"
"I made sure to pull them out of their current situation," Ryuk replied. "Now they just have to hold on until we finish things up here."
"Yeah, looks like it," Alex said, his eyes fixed on the distant Core.
"Is that a flying disc?" Tyson pointed. "That's cool."
"Thanks," the black Meta-bot replied. "Nice to meet you, strange human."
Tyson's eyes widened. "Hi there! Sir—I mean, machine—"
"Call me Black," it responded. "I am king of the Black Meta-bots."
"Less talk, more work," Ryuk interrupted, waving his hand. A dark chakra floated before him. With a flick of his fingers, it shot forward, slicing through the emerging hands in its path. "Let's see if I can cut the Core from here."
