Eden and another random person who looked suspiciously like Inkwell stood at the base of the mountain. The other person had darker, straighter hair, and green eyes, but mostly looked the same. His hand rested on a black sheath at his side, and a necklace with a suspiciously long and sharp bone sat on his sternum. Farther up the mountain, she could see the host of the party and the strange mist woman Inkwell had been speaking to climbing.
Inkwell suddenly materialized next to his clone. “Oh. Hey, 9/10mmHB#2. Have you met Eden?” “Nope,” the other one- 9/10, was it? Said. “Am I to assume that that- is the evil intern?” Eden asked, pointing. “Yup. I have an idea,” Inkwell said, hurriedly sketching a few strange spheres and swallowing them, as well as a strange orange rectangle of light which he touched before it disappeared, and two metal bracelets which he clasps around his upper arm, under his sleeve. “I’ve got a few tricks planned, but you said the sword gave you an omen when it touched you?” Eden grimaced. “It called itself Death Omen.” “We can use that. 9/10, there should be others arriving soon. Would you mind keeping any of Malevolence’s allies busy?” 9/10 sneered, drawing the blade. It was jagged, twisted, asymmetrical on difficult flats, and blacker than Eden thought was possible. “I want this sword in that loser’s face. You distract them.” Inkwell sighed. “You’ve got just the sword. You’ll never survive. I have Shadowlight and Splendorlight. Oh, storms, that’s not going to be confusing.” 9/10 grunted, which Eden took to mean he would do as Inkwell said. “Okay. Let’s wait for the others,” Inkwell finished.