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"It amplified their powers?" asked Grace, even more interested now. "Did it work for any Mystic? Just Chaos Mystics? Just them?"

"Really?" asked Grace, curious. "What powers were they?"

"You think I would be using a finite resource if I were?" replied Grace, cleaning up the excess blood with her knife.

Grace began applying the magical white liquid. "At the site, yes," she replied.

Pheonix fell into the Void. He felt a force blow over him, pushing him through the darkness, towards the light, towards reality once more- ---- Emily crouched behind a rock at the mouth of the cave, watching as the guards led the newest prisoner into the mines. Once they had descended below the surface, she fell in behind them. --- The guards dropped Pheonix off at the entrance to an offshoot. He peeked inside. It looked like people were already working. He cleared his throat. "Uh, hello?" he said. @Fallapede @Channelknight Fadran @The Ward's Guard

"Run!" exclaimed Gerald, brandishing his mechanical arm. All of a sudden, a sleek, futuristic-looking motorbike pops out. "Get on!" he instructs, grabbing the handlebars and revving the engine.

Grace surveyed Elya, examining her injuries.

"I should survive," remarked Grace, climbing the rope after him.

Pheonix gasped, stumbling backwards. The door swung open outwards, spilling Pheonix into what was beyond...

Long, long ago... The revenants slash at Ellis and Q. @Channelknight Fadran @Mystic Syn

"Here we are!" said Xinoehp proudly. Michael looked up at the towering castle before them. Dark stone bricks rose to the heavens- neither inviting nor forbidding, neither spotless nor run-down. He stared, and felt time rush by. "There is someone!" announced Xinoehp, snapping Michael back to reality. "Are they your brother?" Michael squinted his eyes, his heart leaping. There was indeed a figure on the castle steps. Could it be? Had Antonio just wandered off during the battle? His eyes resolved the figure- and he let out a sigh. "That's a girl, Xinoehp," "Fair enough!" agreed Xinoehp after matching Michael's squint. "Nonetheless! She may have seen where he went." He marched off, and after a moment of surprise, Michael followed him. -- The girl watched warily as Xinoehp approached her. As he got closer, he realized he recognized her face. "Ghanderflaffle!" he called out. "Fate has blessed our paths to cross once more! I trust you fought valiantly in my absence?" The girl- Narrator Ghanderflaffle - glanced at the ground and mumbled something unintelligible. Xinoehp frowned. "Ghanderflaffle?" he prompted. "Are you... well?" Ghanderflaffle's eyes widened slightly, her pupils dilating. She shook. "No," she whispered, wrapping her arms around herself. "Xino... I... I felt it. The darkness. When... when that thing touched me. I... I was powerless. Nothing." She shuddered violently. "Dead." She raised her haunted gaze to meet Xinoehp's eyes. "He did it to you, too... didn't he?" Instinctively, Xinoehp reached for where the dark figure- the one that had taken his power- had touched him. He felt a chill run through his soul. Ghanderflaffle stared off into the distance. "One misstep. One failed move... and I'd be dead." She shuddered again. "Or worse." She looked at her hands. "I took this power for granted, you know? I never even conceived the possibility that someone could take it away." Xinoehp heard Michaels footsteps as he approached cautiously, stopping a safe distance away. He said nothing. "It took five minutes for it to come back." She snorted. "Ha! I've lived a million times that long. A billion. A trillion. But those five minutes... they felt like a lifetime." She met Xinoehp's gaze once more. "I'm sorry, Xino. I can't do this anymore. I can't risk... that... happening again." Xinoehp blinked in surprise. "Wait-" he shook his head "- it came back? Your power?" Ghanderflaffle cocked her head, confused. "...yeah, they have. It looked like a little floating ball of light. It floated into my chest, and I was whole again. Haven't yours?" Her face paled as she read her answer from Xinoehp's expression. She swallowed. "I... I think I'm going to go. What if he comes back, you know?" She quickly ascended to her feet. "See ya. Or not, I guess. I'll be going where no one can find me for the next million years or so." With that, she vanished. Xinoehp stared at the spot where she had been. "Should we... go inside?" asked Michael from behind Xinoehp.. "Oh... yes, I suppose." Xinoehp looked up at his castle, then down at his hands, then up at his castle again. He took a deep breath and followed Michael through the front door.

Grace followed carefully.

Grace stood up, "Very well. Since you ask so nicely."

"It is produced by this." Grace indicated the knife.

Grace pulled out a knife and touched it to the excess blood. It was pulled in like water through a straw, flowing up grooves in the metal and into the vine-engraved hilt. "I haven't come across anything that it can't heal, although I haven't tested it on everything. There's only so much power in a single droplet, and I don't have an infinite supply."

"I have absolutely no intention of doing so," Grace retorted. Jerk. Grace shot a glance at Verim, then sighed. "Fine." She pulled out the flask and carefully poured a droplet onto Ji's arm. The cut healed up as though it had never been.

Grace sighed with irritation. Just because I'm not a Mystic...

"My name is Grace."

Pheonix ran face-first into the side of the cage, causing it to clatter across the floor like a rectangular human hamster ball made out of metal. He stared wide-eyed at the Corpse, scooching over to place his hand on the doorknob.

Pheonix could feel the malevolence emanating. He ran around the wall. There. A door. He ran towards it.

Pheonix heard the echoes of Corpse's murderous thoughts. He backed up, panicked, then turned and ran.

Pheonix reflexively threw up barriers against the intrusion.