The Seven Barian Emperors

The sky turns blood red as a vortex of crimson light beams down, scattering cards across the beach. People touching them transform into orbs floating upward. Seven colored beams strike the ground, revealing the Barian Emperors. Vector grins wickedly, Dumon watches with an unreadable expression, Alito and Girag look ready to fight, Mizar smirks smugly, while Rio looks coldly with hints of sadness and Reginald stares with defiance and determination The time for games is over. The Numbers will be ours, by any means necessary.