'Crap-' with his momentum, Milo had no time to react and endured a direct strike directly to the face, cancelling all of his acceleration and throwing him back.
'Is this-?!' he pushed his lower jaw up, which was half the way to falling off, the damage healing itself at a visible pace as the attacker's hand grasp both sides of the portal, and which naught but sheer, brute force, widened the entrance before making their entrance, a single boot striking the ground at first, the strength enough to make the area quake.
'No… It's not him' Milo stood up and raised his guard, even if it wasn't Loimos, it was clear that the point of no return had been reached.
The undead that stepped out of the portal looked like a soldier of sorts, head covered by a veil of chainmail, dressed in a dark attire and armour, bearing a representation of the Lithitree upon the chestplate, and a dark sun upon the long cape.
The undead looked straight ahead, crossed their arms and then raised their chin.
