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[b][color=a36209]Level 1[/color][/b]
[b][color=fdc68a]EXP 2/10[/color][/b]
[b][color=a0410d]Mercy Dreams[/color][/b]
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Nocturne ceased her movement as a key went into her prison’s lock and began to tumble. The door swung open and revealed her savior, as it were. Or perhaps it was her jailer? She had no way of knowing outside this initial reaction. It normally wouldn’t be something concerning as Nocturne did have a few, creative ways to escape, but there was something going on in this place. Some debilitating effect that felt like she was limited.

The hollow had her vacant, cloudy watch the winged figure carefully but curiously. It was clear that wherever she was, she wasn’t back in reality that she was familiar with. A creature like this couldn’t exist given the impracticalities of it all, namely those floating hands. Then again, magic did create many forms of monstrosities and this could have been one. Nothing was impossible and this might have even been a stabler form of the Tower that she could interact with. Physics would likely be broken if she had actually made it here…

[color=fdc68a]“...Once there, now here. Caged, no more.”[/color]

Nocturne muttered as she took a few booted steps out into the hallway of the cell. Her humming calmed, quieting in its earlier intensity, but there was still a disharmony in her quiet melody. She paused to add as her head turned to watch Queen Sectonia.

[color=fdc68a]“You lead…”[/color] Nocturne pointed at the Queen before pointing at herself, [color=fdc68a]“...I follow.”[/color]