With a command from Lord Dornkirk and the switch of a lever, the All-Knowing Fate Predictor roars to life...

When the shaking stops, Dornkirk quickly turns to his telescope thingy, which is pointed at the underside of the oracle...

Dornkirk and Folken stand silently staring at the machine, unsure of what to do next, (when exactly does LATER mean, anyway?). Dilandau, having recovered his composure, now uses this lull in the action to seize his opportunity...

Within minutes, Dilandau is whizzing towards the peaceful kingdom of Asturia at top speed in his Alseides Stealth Guymelef, his maniacal laughter filling the cockpit. It looks as if Mr. T will soon be in for one helluva fight...