[3... 2... 1...]
[Transfer Complete]
Reality twisted.
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Satou materialized in a blast of displaced air and crackling energy.
He was standing in the familiar clearing outside the Dungeon of Eternal Nightmares—the same desolate mountainside where he'd entered seventy days ago (seven days ago in real time, he corrected himself).
But he wasn't alone.
Loki stood about thirty feet away, his back to Satou, apparently examining something in the distance. Morgana was further back, seated on a conjured chair of ice, reading a book that glowed with magical script.
The moment Satou appeared, both of them reacted.
Morgana's book snapped shut, her ancient vampire instincts screaming danger. She was on her feet instantly, one hand already glowing with defensive magic.
Loki spun around, his hand going to the sword at his hip—an instinctive reaction to a threat.
Then they both froze, staring at Satou.
"Impossible," Loki breathed. "You... you actually cleared it."
