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He clicked his tongue.

Otis hated stubborn fools. Especially ones that possessed Ethos.

With empty threats breaking down, the Strigidae sprang away from the acidic arrows, their scattershot nature making it easy enough to avoid if he kept moving. The beast’s focus was on Hildegunde, undoubtedly due to what she and Chloe knew, and while Chloe had been secured, the riflewoman had a clearer head. Who knew what blood loss and fatigue could do to one’s memories? He loaded his gun with phantasmal ammunition once more, the beginnings of a spell upon his lips.

Then, quite on time, Iraleth and Ciara arrived with the brilliance of a sunburst followed by the arcing of shadow.

[b]“That’s my cue then,”[/b] the Strigidae said. [b]“Don’t be too invested in winning, if the three of you can’t handle it.”[/b]

And with that, he backstepped into the void within his Door, allowing the structure itself to fade into nothingness upon his exit.

Ciara, however, would receive a mental message before he disappeared completely: [i]this is as good an opportunity as any to secure an advantage.[/i]
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And thus, he was within that false heaven once more, a micro-universe craft from a creator-god who had yet to live past two decades. Within the space, Chloe floated, whatever blood she shed becoming sanguine globules that hovered around her in the weird physics of the World Between the Doors.

[b]"Are you conscious?"[/b]

There was no particular concern, nor perhaps even any urgency in his voice as he posed the question.

[b]"If you are, explain what happened. And explain how [i]you[/i] are in the center of it."[/b]

Chunji, after all, had defined the roles.

Hildegunde had followed, and Chloe had [i]lead[/i].