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The spoiled Twin watches with a smirk as Tirush plummets to the ground.

“Hehehe, she hit the ground so hard. I hope she’s okay. Gethin can be a bit ruthless.” She scoffs.

While Tirush is bombarded by the bats, Gethin takes physical form several feet away from her.

“I take no pleasure in this, strange one. You strike me as an honorable sort. Driven, devoted, loyal. I have only seen a few individuals of your caliber, but none of your kind. However. I have my orders.”

Gethin draws his cursed blade. It glows red as well as his eyes. He approaches slowly while his swarm of bats suppress Tirush.

Meanwhile, Armata extends a hand to Praetor.

“You are still burnt and compromised, Praetor. I suggest a bit of digression or restraint next time. I can’t afford to carry your weight into whatever depths we are currently heading for. This incident is rapidly becoming a far grander problem than I could have foreseen.”

Armata shifts his eyes forward, the trees where Barghest landed begin to rustle and move.