A white figure manifests from the darkness, just in front of Steven. Zangetsu, too, is in a more normal form, though lacking his carnival changes. He wears a long white coat and has fragments of his black mask in the form of his horns on his head, and white hair cascades behind him like water. There's a faint rumbling in the background of the scene, and the whole thing feels... unstable. Even more unstable than a sideways city usually is. The glass and concrete beneath his bare, clawed foot, lit faintly by a crescent moon, cracks a bit.

"Steven. We don't have much time, here; it's difficult for me to maintain this plane of existence without my master. That psychic energy against fighting the serpent we felt, was that you?" He casts his eyes on the puncture wounds for a moment, then back to Steven's face.