They all stood before the entrance of Twilight, all three sharing the same features and donning the same outfit.
All bore the name Alex and though one would expect there to be a real and a fake, it was not the case for this peculiar trio.
Each one could be regarded as both the real and the fake, capable of keeping it going even after the others are dead.
Of course, there were ways to figure out which of the three was in charge, one of which involved picking out which one was wielding Excalibur and currently, it was the Alex that stood at the center.
In any case, as they stood before the entrance, they wore complicated expressions on their visages.
"Last chance to turn back." Alex, who stood on the right, remarked. "There's hardly a need to put everything on the line at this juncture."
"He is right." Alex on the left said. "Our chances of survival are too low to risk it."
Snorting derisively, Excalibur's wielder retorted. "Since when did I become so cowardly?"
