The first thing Sync's eyes gazed upon when he came to was his dull reflection against the metal of his mask. He would've been both blind and stupid to have not known what it was; after all, he'd worn it like a second skin for so many years. In fact, it didn't take long to realize that his entire outfit had changed, the tight fabric of his God-General uniform clinging to his body. And what was even more surprising was his body itself: he felt as fit as ever, with no sign of pain or strain radiating from his injuries. In fact, it was almost like he hadn’t been injured at all.

Yet his eyes finally narrowed as warning flags waved in his mind, tilting his head to the side in order to examine his surroundings from underneath his mask.

This... this was a coliseum, probably the very same one the monster from last night mentioned. He idly raised his head even higher, looking up at the ceiling while sunlight poured down upon them. Even he had to spare a few seconds to admire the new scenery, though the moment didn't last as he settled his eyes back down on his opponent.

Guy.

Much like Guy, the God-General was just as sensitive to the fonons that surrounded them, their familiar denseness blanketing them both. It was such a drastic change to feel them in this place, as their presence alone was enough to make him feel like they were back on Auldrant. Of course, given this institute's record all of this could've very well been a ploy, and so he sought fit to perform a little experiment in order to test the waters. Gracing the blond with a dirty smirk, Sync suddenly raised his arm and outstretched it in Guy's direction. While unclear at first, his intentions soon became obvious the moment that fonic glyph appeared before his hand, the symbol growing brightly as a large ball of energy shot out right at the swordsman.