Bellua closed the distance between himself and the person rather quickly, grabbing them by the collar of their shirt and pulling them close. He drew in a long inhale, taking in the person's scent. Breathing out, he groaned. "You are not he," the demon spat, letting go of the person's shirt. "But, you serve a purpose to me. After that, you will no longer be needed."

He turned and pointed to the floating island in the clouds. "I require passage to the skyborne earth, and you will help me get there."

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Euclid continued to climb, still mulling over the thought of having gotten to Leon and Rose so quickly. There were several or more minutes between them disappearing and him finding his way to this point. [i]Some kind of temporal distortion?[/i], he thought, putting hand over hand as he pulled himself up. He was getting tired, but the fact he saw them now means they weren't being chased, or it was the highest hope he had for now.

Eventually surfacing from the ladder below, he crawled out of the hole and took a seat on the ground, a couple feet away from the others so as to catch his breath.

"I saw what happened to that thing back there," he spoke, looking at Leon's arm. "Better it than you, right?"