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For a moment, the man’s expression broke into one of disgust, but he soon regained his composure. Styx took on a pensive air as he pondered how to answer.

“Well…he, it’s complicated really. Demetri-Sama gave me purpose, and for that, I’m in his debt, I respect him.” His eyes shut, and he face forward and away from Aemyle. “That’s the long and short of it, now you better get to helping out your pals.”

“I would appear I have tread on an unwelcome subject,” Aemyle spoke in an apologetic tone, “My thanks to you once more. May you find joy in the purpose you have found,”

She faced the portal and braced herself to pass through, “And may the mercy of Adonai be with me on my own journey,” She muttered, gun in hand, before stepping into the portal. Soon, a sandy surface solidified under her feet and the visage of a coliseum floor filled her vision. The dizziness set in not long after, though she was able to maintain a standing position through it this time. Perhaps travel through these portals would get easier over time.

As the dizziness cleared from her vision, she began to take stock of her surroundings. Her friends were, for the most part, alive. Charlotte had a dishearteningly bad wound. Those she did not recognize were down one in number, and that one had a young girl standing over him as if to protect him. Xavier was offering his hand to yet another young man. Who were these kids, and why did they seem to oppose her friends?

The most disturbing aspect of this scene was a set of large doors opening on the other side of the area. Behind them was a set of hostile red eyes, which did not bode well for the team.

“Xavier!” She called out, running towards the young man who’d put himself in a sort of leadership over the group, “I apologize for my tardiness.” She turned to the young man Xavier was holding his hand out to, “And I do hope you are not an enemy, from the appearance of this creature, we would do well to give each other aide.”