Tyree's smile shifted from joy to confusion as the voice persisted, unseen. A shattering sound echoed from beyond the far side of the barrier, revealing a man with blood at the bottom of his white gloves.
The rough age marks on the man's face smoothed away. His eyes brightened, his skin turned pale, and orange-black hair framed a younger face.
"CLAP CLAP"
As the barrier mended itself, transitioning from invisibility to a greyish hue, he clapped his hands appreciatively.
"What a fine show you have put on, Mr. Fireboy," he remarked theatrically. Mockery filled his words, but a hint of real admiration sat beneath it, only perplexing Tyree further.
"Who are you?"
Offering a smirk in return, Tyree's patience waned, as he demanded the man to identify himself.
Standing beside him, Waddle shifted his attention to Ashaiki with urgency in his voice as he asked, "What's going on?!"
