Somewhere in space, Corbin's Castle was floating around, surrounded and defended by a few odd-looking spaceships. Inside was Corbin, a hundred and ten soldiers, and a masked and hooded silhouette. While everyone else stood up and gathered around a large computer to check the OPT's planetary location, Corbin sat on his usual golden throne chair, with the silhouette standing beside him.
"Are you sure that this is the correct multiverse?", asked the silhouette, "You know what will happen if you're wrong".
"Calm down and worry not, master.", replied a relaxed Corbin, "It took us over ten billion years to search every nook and cranny of these multiverses and I'm positive this is where they are".
"Very well. In a few days or a week, I will have my ship transported over here. While that happens, I will stay in your castle. Have you contacted my other henchmen?".
"Yes, master. Yes I did."
Slowly, Corbin stroked his hair backwards, showing his beautiful, dull forehead. He then looked at the silhouette.
"You know, master? Your other henchmen said the same thing about having their ships transported", he stated.
"Oh really? If that's so, I believe you're on your own for now", the Silhouette chuckled.
"What? Master? On my own?".
"Yes, and I'm entrusting you to bring them to me. Dead or alive. I am not going in there yet. No. Not yet. Not until the right time."