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[color=39b54a]"Please let's stay calm, everyone! Remember that we don't have the means to mask our Power of Existence at the moment, if the Weaver notices us, there's no telling what could hap-"[/color] Chiara said, trying to quell the rising tension, at this pave, the attempts of keeping everyone cool by the Bitter of Torturous Wilt would be for naught.

That is, Chiara was trying to, until the familiar feeling of not one, but two huge Seals being placed, caused her to go stiff and Seere to step in, [color=92278f]"Too late, Chiara, it seems our guest of honor decided to come out for a dance."[/color] Indeed, two Seals of the magnitude of the ones placed just now and emitting a bone chilling sense of dread could only have been erected by a Crimson King such as the Weaver of Dreadful Legends, the amount of Power of Existence used just to cast them being enough to drain many minor Denizens dry.

[color=39b54a]"But, why did she-"[/color]

[color=0054a6]"Set up two Seals so far away from one another?"[/color] Farris said as she got back to her feet and trained her gaze at the direction of the nearest Seal, right across the bay, on Boston's International Airport. [color=0054a6]"One of them is a trap, a decoy, or..."[/color], Crockel completed Farris' statement with, [b][color=0054a6]"Or both. The Weaver is known for her shrewdness, it's impossible to predict what we will face by going to each of these places."[/color][/b]

[b][color=92278f]"Sadly, we don't have the luxury of waiting"[/color][/b] Gizo said, interrupting Crockel's deliberation, before they began to dwell on time consuming tasks. [color=92278f]"Yeah, the farthest Seal is about five to six miles from here, if I'm not wrong, that's the direction of Harvard. The other one is just one mile across the bay, at the Logan Airport; the flights should be stalled because of this storm, I bet the place is creeping with easy victims."[/color]

[b][color=39b54a]"We need to divide ourselves in two teams, Chiara, we'll go to the farthest target. Take whoever else can travel fast enough with us. The rest-"[/color][/b] Chiara's Twin Crimson Lords said, alternating voices ever so often as they are used to, before being interrupted by Farris who was already checking her equipment and about to leave.

[color=0054a6]"We go to the airport."[/color] The Herald of Collapsing Warcry said as she exited the Outlaw Warehouse.
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