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The footsteps on the second floor stop as Praetor drops his armor pieces. Then black smoke begins to emit from the shadowed corner of the room, it swirls and churns outward toward the group. Slowly a figure takes shape, and standing before the group is the Unseen.

His eyes shift between the members of the group as he steps forward. His gaze finally settles on Armata.

“Armata De’Sange? I must admit I wasn’t expecting to find you in our world, ever again. But it is not unwelcome.”

“And I did not expect an Unseen to speak with me. The Anathema title grants a bit of unwanted interactions.” Armata bows his slightly.

Acheron and Alburn follow suit and also lower their heads in respect for the Unseen. The Unseen then looks to Prad. He examines the young man with an unreadable expression on his face. Then he looks to Praetor. His face scrunching up a bit, a disgusted expression as he looks over the Knight’s burns. Lastly he shifts his sights to Tirush.

“You. You are obviously not of this plain. The energy that radiates off of you is strange... I am Barnabus Bryce. Unseen Elder of Nohshol. To whom am I speaking to?”

He bows his head to Tirush, Acheron’s jaw almost drops off his face as he watches the Unseen bow.