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Protectors.

"It's safer if you close it. It is probably just an anomaly." He says, slightly dropping his guard. 'If that is what home is to him, then this is only going to get harder from here.' He thought to himself. "Don't waste time. We have things to get done... Your disguise dropped."

Protectors.

"What do you see? I wouldn't recommend going through... No one has ever gone through and come back. Not that I know of, anyway." He says as he walks towards it, cautiously.

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As Xerc looks through the Rift, all he sees is devastation. A city lost to time, which has been adapted into an understanding of Hell. Everything is burning, even the Monsters that reside inside. Buildings destroyed, and ruins where civilizations should be. He sees legions of Demons scattering about, flying and running around aimlessly. The heat is close to unbearable for the Protector, which means that it would incinerate a Human. There is a "sun" in the sky, which is nothing but a flaming ball of Sin.
In this plane, everything is pain. It never ends, nor will it ever end. This is Hell.

Protectors.

"Maybe. But I wouldn't recommend fighting a Human. Especially with your power." He said as the ground shook. "Oh no..." As he said it, a rift opened, but nothing came out of it. It was just... Open. It just sat there in the middle of the street.

Protectors.

As he is looking, he hears him walk out, and follows behind. Luckily, the streets are back to normal with regular traffic. "Now, let's find something for you to fight." As he is walking, he stops dead in his tracks. "Do you... Hear that?"

Protectors.

"Then do it in moderation. Just as the humans do with alcohol and drugs." He says, continuing to look around.

Protectors.

Athe laughs softly at his partners bewilderment. "Friend, accept their help. It is easier when you do. Now, get some food, and we will be on our way." He then walks around the store, just looking at everything.

Protectors.

"Well we can't go too far. We need to be ready if another rift opens." He said as he walks to the front of the store. The Vendor is busy organizing his shelfs, doing his "human" job. Along the walls are shelfs of food items, and basic medicines. In the corner are fridges filled with drinks and cold foods. The Vendor then notices me. "If you're going to need anything, take it. It's a tough world these days."

Protectors.

"I can throw things. I guess." He says as he slings the case on his back. "Where to?"

Protectors.

"Well… I would say that we can train, but I would rather not be on the opposing side of that blade." He picks up his sword, sheathing it in the case.

Protectors.

"Remember your job. Don't get too excited." He says with a small laugh. "We're still Protectors." He finished sharpening his sword. "Calm yourself."