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The Void Lord watched Blood depart. The others followed suit. Areth remained, practicing what she had been taught... and the Arena was largely silent.

The Anima finally had time to be alone. To linger in total darkness. To see nothing. Hear nothing... and within that abyssal space he would find solace.

Krayth departed without a word to anyone; his destination known only to him. His feet carried him with an instinctual knowledge he always held, with the grace his body had known since birth. Stepping into the shadows, his dark skin and attire hid him well as his feet made not a sound. As they slowly stepped in silence; one after the other, ball to heel, his presence was forgotten by those around him. Under the cover of the dark, he moved out of the Arena, towards the Ulthren Tower.... [1/1]

[Move Silently Learned]

[EXIT]

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All was quiet for a moment in the Andalusian arena. Then suddenly, a ripping sound of enormous proportions could be heard. It sounded as if some angry god was attempting to rip open Rykros's very sky. The ripping sound could be heard for several moments. Then, just as suddenly as the noise began, a rip in the air formed. Inside the rift were several alien like noises, before the rift deposited a single fallen warrior to the floor. Then just as quickly as the rift appeared, it dissipated, along with the infernal sound that had accompanied it. The warrior's face was a ghost pale from years in hibernation. Icicles clung to his armor and the feathers on his wings, as if he had been in a cryo type hibernation. After a moment, Raziel's eyelids would snap open to reveal a pair of stunning tawny gold eyes. The warrior would then rise shakily to his feet, unnacustomed to standing after being asleep for so long. He brushed a few ice specks from his hair before glancing around the arena. Where the ******** am I? It reminds me nothing of my home city. Maybe somebody can give me a hint as to where I am? The warrior thought silently to himself, absentmindedly drumming his left hand fingers on the cold steel of the armor on his hip. He examined his weapons, and was pleased to find everything still there. Truly, at the moment that was his main concern. He could fight just about anywhere, but if you took away his weapons he wasn't too confident in his fighting anymore.

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