"Impossible... is that me?" he mutters before observing the battle more. The ruins in the background looked like the ones found on Olympus Island, but the entire area looked like Old-Earth: a fantasy to anyone born on Post-Scorch Mars. He continued to watch the battle as the figure bearing his face conjured up more blue flames, forming it into ashen weapons eerily similar to his own technique. "Mr. Wilson, can you pause and enhance that man's face?"