Greg returned to Apocalypse, prepared for the final war.
But before that, he needed to handle one last contingency.
He had to make sure no one could interfere once the fighting started.
Greg stepped through the dimensional gate, slipping back into the human realm.
Reaching into the darkness, he closed his eyes and felt the familiar pull.
A deep connection stirred with the strongest point of shadow, guiding him straight to the one he sought.
Moving through the shadow realm, Greg emerged silently within Rebecca's hidden hideout.
"Quite the task you're taking care of," Greg said calmly.
He pulled out a chair and sat down, his movements steady and unhurried.
His presence did not go unnoticed. A second later, Number One appeared beside him, eyes sharp and wary.
"You have the balls to show up here?" Number One asked coldly, voice low and edged with threat.
"I'm not here for you," Greg replied, calm as still water. "I'm here for her."
