The cave melted away with ease, once again returning Harth to nothingness. Images began to flash through the nothingness. Images of other arenas, previous fights, until it decided on one; The Agorian Battlecomplex. They both stand on a massive metal platform suspended over what looks to be molten magma. The stands, which look like they could hold hundreds of thousands are empty and time seems to have worn them away. There is no announcer here to proclaim the fight, just a worn down but still functioning arena and in Ratchet's point of view, two Lombaxes.

The hero stood away from Harth, glaring at the image of Alister he saw before him. This was what he wanted, a chance to fight back, a chance to learn exactly why "Alister" had done what he had.

"Tell me why Alister! Why did you do it?!" The smaller Lombax materialized his wrench and charged his opponent. He wanted answers and he'd beat them out of "Alister" if he had to.