Dark Machinations

Midgard and Dora were sitting face to face in an armchair, the young man, with his head lowered, slowly opened his eyes which gave off a red-orange light. He shifted his weight back into the comfortable embrace of his chair, crossing his legs as he settled in. His eyes narrowed slightly and he furrowed his brow, his expression clearly indicating that he was not pleased with the woman sitting across from him.

"So? What business do you have with me?"

With a mocking stare, she taunted him.

"Yes, You only smile when you're fighting."

"Don't waste my time. If you don't tell me soon, I won't answer your calls anymore. What do you want?"

Midgard tilted her head and responded.

"I just need some confirmation. If I recall correctly, none of your alter egos can take control of the main body if one is already in control, except in the case of the Delta Body. So, for instance, Sigma cannot return unless you give him control, am I correct?"

The young man's gaze darkened and his eyes narrowed.

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