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*I couldn't help flinching at the sudden occurence, as my hands jerked towards the reflexively opened shoulder-flaps of my armor. But after nothing further occurred, I cleared my throat and tentatively stepped inside, the hilts of Bakuhatsu and OWCH retracting back within my armor's storage.*

Right. Cool. They know I'm here, because of course they do.

*In hindsight, there's no way they could possibly miss me if they had even half-decent sensory abilities. The sheer amount of immateria I was channeling could have twigged even an untrained normie's senses, and it's not like the Presence's senses were hindered by themself. Taking the invitation for what it was, I stepped into the castle's bounds, frowning at the lack of population within, as I made my way deeper, following my senses towards the epicenter of the overwhelming energy.*

I swear, Cauldron, I ever see you again, we are going to have a lot more than words...@Lewascan2

*Turns in an armchair resting by a fireplace set in a chamber full of musty tomes and dusty artifacts*
Welcome, and good day...Collin is it? Have a seat.
*An armchair opposite to me materializes.*

@Dark Cloud@Fractured

*Honestly, it was only the fact that my senses were basically gut punched by an overwhelmingly pure source of immateria that gave me any warning at all.*

What the fu-

*A familiar, white-rimmed gap in space opened beneath me, even as my armor sprang forth in the same moment my soul mutation whirred to life at stage one, eyes flashing green with a single black spoke rotating around each pupil. Between my suddenly quadrupled reflexes and the flaring thrusters on my armor's soles roaring to life, I had all the time in the world to reorient and reach for the edge of Doormaker's porta- My body rocked forward from a strike to the back of the head.*

Grch-!

*I'd certainly been hit harder before, but despite my armor nullifying the pain and most of the kinetic energy of the blow, my midair positioning meant I had none of the normal footing I'd need to just take such a hit and be utterly unmoved and unfazed. As a result, I found myself hurtling through the portal and impacting the ground with explosive force before I could so much as blink, Overclock not yet anywhere near ramped up enough to perceive the speed of my own forced movement.*

Gah!

*Two seconds had passed. Overclock whirled into stage two, a second spoke rotating around each of my pupils, as I ripped my arm free with enhanced strength from where it had been imbedded firmly within the soil. Glancing up, I barely managed to contain a snarl at the sight of the black-costumed woman with a grey tower emblazoned across her chest.*

Alexandria! What the hell?!

*The frigid bitch didn't seem to deign me worthy of a response, as Doormaker's portal disappeared without so much a whisper. I felt my jaw dropping open in disbelief, as I looked around, half dazed, at the vast and thickly-grown expanse of flora around me. My eye twitched, as I felt at the immateria around me, boggled by its utter purity, even as a kernel of rage built in my gut. I knew, because I could feel it, dammit, feel the very core of this seemingly untouched world around me, a land, a planet so untouched by mortal hands that it was palpable. There was no point denying it. I'd just been banished from my home dimension... again!*

Motherfucker...!

*The sheer purity of the immateria was all I needed to feel to understand the truth of the matter, and there was no point in giving myself pointless hope, not when- OHWHATTHEACTUALFUCKISTHAT?! My skin almost burned from the- the Presence. And indeed, it quite deserved the capitalization. Once I'd sensed it, I almost couldn't imagine how I'd possibly ignored it before. Despite this planet being the richest source of immateria and spiritual energy I'd ever sensed in my life, it utterly paled in comparison to the Presence. This thing was practically to the planet what the planet was to me in terms of energy, and even that was merely the best comparison I could make with such a limited grasp of scale. Even now, I suspected I was lowballing it, as I resisted the urge to bodily cringe from the equivalent of having my nonstandard senses locked into staring at the sun.*

Cauldron, you fucking assholes, you better pray I don't ever find a way back to you. Just sweet motherfucking baby Bhuddha, I was ready for a damn vacation! I swear to shit, if it's a third fucking world-ending plot I have to foil in a row, I'm going to probably scream... and give due consideration to having a cry.

*Overclock whirled smoothly into stage 4, and I decided I probably wasn't going to be deactivating it anytime soon, as I grit my teeth and began trekking through the greenery towards the source of the Presence. As I did, I was drawing immateria from nature and the planet around me as fast as I could spend it, even with both my armor and Overclock V4 active. Under normal circumstances, my reserves might struggle to support both at once -and certainly had on fucking half-dead Earth Bet, but here, on this fresh green world? In this situation, I could potentially even maintain Overclock V5 completely indefinitely, and by the time I finally reached the Presence, I would be at my absolute best. Speaking of which..."

Well now, I'm hardly sure what I was expecting, but a castle seems a bit out of place without a society to support or build it. Then again, if this thing is as strong as it feels, nothing is off the table as far as capabilities. For all I know, it sneezed the damn thing into existence.

*I hummed aloud, as the outdated structure swam into sight several minutes into my walk. Overclock V5 was by now humming merrily, my body jittery like it was filled with static electricity. With the absolutely ungodly amount of immateria I was currently drawing from the environment and pumping through my form, even the Presence wasn't so utterly overwhelming to my senses with the planet's energy wrapped around and within me. That said, however, I still couldn't help but be omnipresently aware of it at any given moment, no matter how much effort I put into turning my attention elsewhere. My senses were simply too attuned, too sensitive to such things. Though, given that I'd managed to tune the feeling down to a low simmer instead of a fry, it no longer felt like my body was legitimately cooking in a spiritual sauna. The Presence was warm, in a way I couldn't quite recall ever sensing before... Or rather, if I had, it was so rarely that I couldn't remember it. Walking up to the gates of the keep, I debated the merits of walking in with Ex-caliber drawn and its seals at least partially released and then dismissed the notion. If there was a fight to be had, I wasn't Prideful enough to assume myself the victor. Better to avoid one at all. And if I was wrong, really, what was the worst that could happen? Death? Been there, done that.*

Once more, unto the breach...@Lewascan2

*The doors swung open themselves.*

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