As soon as Scribbler and Farskon were in the simulation, the Templar began removing his armor and placing it next to his simulation tub. As soon as he was bare, he leaned his chainsword next to the tub, so that he could reach for it at any given moment. The Templar slowly lowered himself in and took a breath before leaning back all the way.
"Watch over me, Lord." he grumbled as the simulation began and a bright light overtook him.
((Erik is in.))
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