Back On Land

"Let's give the younglings some space, shall we?" the old man in his PJs said casually, tearing open the space before him to create a passage into the void. With a slight tilt of his head, he gestured for his opponent—possessing his friend's body—to follow.

The old woman let out a long, weary sigh before turning to the remaining cult members. "Count yourselves lucky," she stated, her voice cold and unforgiving. "Finish what you started here… or kill yourselves."

Without another glance at them, she shifted her focus back to the tear in space. She knew better than to fight him here—the massive curse array covering the entire C.I.B. headquarters would only work against her. Despite her attempts to destroy it, the old man had arrived just in time to keep it intact, but it had already sustained considerable damage.

And he knew it too.