The light fades, revealing the ceiling of the Generator Labs.
"You've gotta be kidding me...." Hierophant mutters in distress as he sits up to get a better confirmation of his new/familiar location. Once aware that he was back where he shouldn't be, he lets out a frustrated groan.
"If I don't get chased by anymore robots, I seriously need to consider taking a personal tour of this place...."
No sooner had he spoken a flurry of flashes sparkled around him as Oracle Man and his clones all but crowd the seemingly medium-size area.
"You have angered our master," one of them said.
"If we do not bring you back to suffer your demise before his eyes, he will take his anger out on us," another seethes.
Hierophant scrambles to his feet as he backs away from them only to bump into one of the generators he teleported in front of. He quickly snaps his gaze back to the Oracle hoard as the gem on their turban glowed, preparing for another Oracle Beam.
"W-w-wait a minute!" he yelps almost barricading the generator console from the charging blast, "Shouldn't we take this somewhere else so the station doesn't suffer another blackout!?"
"Master Wily can easily fix the damage," another clone states, "And he will blame you for choosing to teleport here instead of somewhere that will not endanger the entire station."
Hierophant grits his teeth in hesitation. WilyII couldn't be so desperate to see him obliterated that he would risk another blackout just to make it happen; but if he teleports out of the way, their beams will hit the console, causing more damage than what resulted from the hackers earlier.
"I'm going to regret this...." he groans before pointing his staff into the air and concentrating on Oracle Man and his clones, "Teleport!"
His staff glows white before separating into eight beams, each hitting a clone and teleporting them out of the Generator Labs.
"You didn't teleport them anywhere hazardous, did you?" quips a voice. Hierophant almost jumped, but strained himself to remain nochalant as he eyes where the voice came from, noting it was most likely Death, still invisible, having found him after hearing the commotion from the basement.
"I hope not," Hierophant mutters whils scratching his now miter-less head, "I can't take anymore of this roughhousing and running from every robot that wants to blast me back to a defensive card...."
"Now that the old bat knows you can turn yourself invisible, it'll only be a matter of time before he finds another robot with magical properties to chase after you," Death points out, though in a low enough volume for only Hierophant to hear, "I'm afraid you're going to have to take Emperor's selfish advice and leave this place before that happens."
"You know I can't do that," Hierophant hissed, "Even if Emperor can take care of himself in his current state, it'll only be a matter of time before he's spotted and forced to cooperate. And given how cowardly he is, he'll crack easier than I would if I was dwindled back to card form and forced through another round of torment."
"Are you willing to keep running around and avoid any robots that have the same magical properties as you?" Death asked, "Given how beat up and weakened you've become, you probably won't have the strength to cast your cure spell fast enough before the next robot comes barreling towards him with the intent on seeing you dead."
Hierophant paused a moment before sighing and raising his staff into the air.
"Cura...." he groaned, causing the orb to glow and heal his banged up body. He then looks up towards the camera in the room before reluctantly running out, prompting the still invisible Death to follow after him.
"If I can just find someplace to hide and keep watch of what happens to Emperor, I won't have to keep running from anymore of his robots," he mutters, "There should be a blind spot somewhere they won't think to look."
"Good luck finding that...." Death snorts, half amused.