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Elowen doesn’t answer her inquiry about being ‘hunted.’

Instead, she pivots focus to this whole ‘safe haven’ she mentioned.

“Safe haven, here? I find that hard to believe.”

Her eyes widen ever so gradually as the other drones on and on, but she remains vigilant.

The floating shards keep themselves trained on her, her nimble limbs keeping suspended in the air as she takes in all of the other’s movements.

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“Well .. there—must be a reason for your presence, right?”

“ .. What are you doing here? What do you want?”

The nymph narrows her eyes in disbelief even more at this.

Of course there has to be ( something ) going on here!

Why is this mysterious figure here, she wonders. Does he want something from her? What does he seek to get out of this..?!

She takes a shallow breath.

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“ .. all just to tell me that I’m making an ill-advised decision?”

She continued to eye him with suspicion, but a glint of curiosity surfaced in her gaze.

A choked gasp left her lips as the orb she so carefully wielded had evaporated.

The sight shocked her, and it took her a moment to process the fact that it had even happened at all.

“Then why approach me?” the nymph asks. “Is there something you wanted? Is this ..

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— in her brilliant, iridescent hues.

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— more combative.

Instantly, she swivels her wrist and a stream of water jets into the air. With a quick balling of her hand, the floating liquid orb solidifies into ice. The shard aims at the fallen angel.

Her eyes are wide, tense, .. and hurting. Terrified. There’s a watery glint —

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Elowen was absorbed, too absorbed in her ruminations to notice the approaching figure.

The slightest contact could make her flinch now in these uncertain and terrifying times. This time was no different.

When she tapped her shoulder, the naiad’s actions were swift, graceful, but all the —

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She doesn’t drop her stream of water. She continued to have it suspend in the air.

“ .. Is there any particular reason for your concern?”

Not .. unlike her Hermes?

She stiffens in place. Her elven-like ears wiggle a tad. If he was trying to dissuade her suspicion and concern, he wasn’t doing a very good job at it.

If that’s even his intention.

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She wakes.

Ah, that was a lovely rest.

How .. long was it?

. . .

A — A month—?!

Elowen hesitated before adding, trying to stay vigilant while putting up all her walls.

“I .. don’t want a fight. So .. state your intentions.”

The nymph was already on her feet.
Her mesmerizing sapphire hues, with those present flecks of pink, seemed to twinkle of their own accord.
Despite their beauty, her gaze was nonetheless stern and cautious.

“Who are you? What .. what do you want?”

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It was if instinct took over.
She didn’t attack, and yet didn’t flinch in the face of uncertainty.

With the swiftest flick of her wrist, a stream of water emerged from her canteen to form a whip-like shape.

She aimed it toward the mysterious presence.

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Despite her desperation for connection, she remains distant.
Not distant enough to make appearances in the general area, though.

Uncertainty plagues the nymph.

The redhead is rather untrusting, though.
She is wary of who friends and foes could be in her quest for answers and justice.

Maybe she could provide insight on returning to Nysa.

Perhaps the princess is as sage and practical in magical workings as her father is.

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So. The ‘Hazbin’ Hotel, huh?
She’s been sort of — hovering around the bottom of the hill for the past couple of days.
Elowen’s been eyeing it, remaining skeptical and unsure.

Supposedly the princess is residing there with some sinners.

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The nymph, with luscious red tresses concealed by her hood and footwork swift, pushes open the front door a tad to peak inside.
The music instantly peaked in volume, making her shrink back.
Two hellborn demons stood in front of a curtain entrance, seemingly on guard.

Was this music going to drone on for the rest of the evening?

Elowen barely gets a wink of sleep at this point. If she’s going to be kept awake by this obnoxiously loud music, she may as well investigate to see what she may be up against in the future.

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It wasn’t made of clay, timber, .. or even marble.
Whatever this material was, it was most certainly alien to her.

As she stands in hiding, making herself as avoidant to the bright fluorescent lights as possible, she places her dainty palm upon the building.

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It was so noisy. So unbearably loud.
She’s never heard of sound being so loud, so domineering, that the walls concealing it can barely contain it.
The music reverberated off the very foundation of this strange building she had situated herself next to.

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. . .

Elowen has no choice though.
That place .. it’s the only place she could get answers without attracting too much attention.

— this red hellscape.
She moved her hands in sync, ebb and flow, to remove the impurities from the water she’d managed to collect.

Longingly, thinking she’s alone, she looks toward the Heaven Embassy. It existed to assert Heaven’s dominance in the cosmic hegemony.
The sight makes her scowl.

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The nymph is attempting to bend water as discreetly as possible.
She flicks her wrist, waves an arm under her layers of makeshift fabric, all to get her by as she adjusts to damnation.

She’s by herself, as cloaked in shadow as she could possibly be in —

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This … strange contraption.

Is it — human technology?

It has this odd crackling effect.
She holds her cloak close as she eyes the radio and listens to the voice emanating from it, appearing awestruck and dumbfounded all at once.

.. A tournament? ..

The .. multiverse? —