[@Conch Shell VII], [@Majoras End], [@CollectorOfMyst]

"You 'killed' the darkness as best you could manage. As for our quarry, it found itself fit to flee, but now..." The great cat's eyes washed over the strange text and whatever it had just done to both girl and apple, then back to the man upon his knees, "There's something new, a gate of sorts."

The other company appeared to be a yet another young woman, a prince of some kind who introduced himself as "Endar", and one of the faces of death that manifest as a tiny reaper shouldering a blade as an old man would a cane. The ferine soul paused for a moment, looking toward Jane then back again, certain that the man was more coherent the longer time went on and the more he caught his breath. Things were changing yet again, as swiftly as ever; overwhelming him when he recovered from a seeming brink of exhaustion would do no one any good, least of all not the uneasy truce.

Its tremendous jaws, flanked by deadly curved blades of ivory teeth as long as a forearm, drew more momentarily tight before it spoke again.

"These two, the younger, seem to know one another to some extent, or at least the other girl who disappeared into the book."