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“I’m sure,” said Xandren. “The more you think about it, the more likely it will happen.”
Meanwhile in the Resort...
Adrestia and Arashi each went into their own bed, while Adara was standing guard right outside their door. She pulled up the black facemask that was around her neck, only to cover up to the bridge of her nose. She leaned back against the wall, but the colors of the hallway were inverted into a negative spectrum.
Adara quickly flicked the back of her left wrist back as the blade extended out from its mechanism on the underside of the bracer. She plunged it toward the left of her, only for it to be met with another blade.
“Stay your blade,” said the cloaked, hooded figure in black with a mechanical mask that resembled a skull. “I’m just here to inform you the events that took place in Aethaura during your absence.”
“Corvus...” Adara relaxed her wrist and the blade retracted as the arrival’s short sword was folded away. “Pray tell.”
“Our order returned underground,” Corvus explained. “The High Magistrates retook the city since their resurrection and Shrines of Halal have resurfaced to give Sins more influential power than they already have.”
“And the others?” Adara asked.
“They’re all fine, scattered but fine,” Corvus answered. “Continue your mission with the Crimsonvale. If need be, we’ll ask King Reginald himself for assistance. Those Prophets and the Crimsonvale are among the few groups that are aware of our existence. Remember your training and stick to the shadows unless otherwise,” he instructed as the he disappeared and the hallway returned to normal.
“Best you keep that black magic to yourself, old man,” Adara mumbled.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Corvus’ voice echoed out before severing the link between universes.