"Yup, you two somehow have kids on Earth-4E Timeline B. Surprisingly, they are all rather friendly to me. Also, professional heroes as well, Flame's even the leader of the new Dragoon team as the Red Dragoon." Zephyr said, more focused on sniffing around to see if he could find the source of the sulfur. "I really hope that he hasn't some how ended up here as well..." Zephyr said to himself, stroking his chin in concern.
At Yvonne's mention of the identity of King G, Billie's eyes widened and her smile disappeared. "Oh, no. He probably knows that I've bailed on the plan he and I cooked up. I told him to come after I've softened you guys up, but seeing as how I'm on your side, he definitely won't be happy about that..." She said, somewhat worried before looking down at the super suit she was wearing. "That little robot did well on the Spacium bomb, almost too well if you ask me. It'll take a while for our suits to recharge, so I certainly hope King G takes his time showing up. Thankfully, the Alpacas' suits, the Spacium Zenon suit, and the Dragoon armor should still be functional enough to fight him" She said, looking around nervously. Nobody really seeming to notice the faint, but growing odor of sulfur or the blackening of the clouds above.
"Birdie-man." Ymir said to Shade, "You're making me hungry for chicken. I want chicken. Let's get chicken." He said gruffly to Shade. "Master Flare, I sense some form of remaining dark energy within the area, so keep on your guard." Bahamut told Flare, who nodded to his phone before chasing after Zephyr, "WAIT! WHAT ABOUT MY ALTERNATE FUTURE KIDS WITH OTHER FLARE!?!" He yelled after Zephyr, who was still sniffing the air intensely.
@Rodimus13 "Well, yeah. This definitely wasn't my weirdest day come to think of it." Yvonne said thoughtfully. "I mean, I had the King of the Dragons as my butler for a good few weeks and my friend accidentally midfield his gaming rig into a fighting robot one time! I've definitely seen weirder..." Yvonne said, not notching the strange things going. "Hey, nobody by any chance has another weather machine running that's powered by rotten eggs, do they?" He asked the group, notching the black clouds and the growing putrid smell.