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“Ah? I thought it was closer to morning…” He responds, visibly scanning the scene with those glowing screen-based eyes.

“Terribly sorry to wake you, time moves so much differently here compared to my realm…” Words bashful and apologetic.

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forward, a glowing blue flicker surrounded by the shade accumulated through thousands of years.

At least, he reached the familiar chambers, the dread exchanged for the unmistakable aura Morrigan’s very presence brought to any room, a comfort he’d sought for some time.

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For one who’d braved countless battlefields, scarce was that which still evoked anxiety in the heart of this machine. Save for the ancient and terrible halls of the Aensland manor, an innate madness seeming to pulse from the very masonry around him.

Still, he stiffened his posture and marched

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“And what goal is that, friend?”