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[b][u]Thaum: Group B[/b][/u]

Aria reeled back in horror as the person they had believed to be the doctor peeled off his face, black ooze dripping from the gashes. She tried to suppress the urge to run when the static-like voice filled their heads, the memory of her nightmare making her shudder and her fear only augmented when Xan and Amy were sent flying. 

She whipped around, taking a step forward to check whether her friends were alright only to have her heart leap into her throat when her foot stepped through air. She fell back in time to avoid plummeting into the abyss below, skidding slightly down the slanted surface as she gaped at their new surroundings. 

Just as she regained her footing the cube shook violently, almost bringing her down again as she gaped at the Dream Eater that was now a writhing mass of faces and seemingly random objects, most prominent being a large cannon and the face of a man. 

Lisette had leapt from the cube and was jumping around the various floating cogs and structures, and Aria found it appropriate to do the same when she spotted Lute sailing through the air, seemingly tossed from one of the higher up structures. 

She leapt from the cube onto a nearby cog that wobbled when she landed on it before jumping off again, using the floating debris to leap towards where Lute had sailed off to. She found the poor man on top of a flat and slightly slanted piece of what might have been the wall of a house, having fallen once again on his face. 

They were closer to the Dream Eater now, and Aria tried to block out the various screams and screeches from the faces that dotted its monstrous body, some looking a lot like the faces of her friends. 

“[i]Useless![/i]”

“[i]Weak![/i]”

“[i]Get lost already![/i]”

“Shut up,” she told it firmly, before turning to grasp Lute’s arm and helping him up from where he was sprawled. Luckily apart from a reddening of the nose and forehead nothing was broken, though he was a bit wobbly standing beside her. A few pieces of floating debris away Lucien and Selan were struggling with Estelle who was hanging from a rope and the two quickly leaped their way over, gripping onto the end of the rope and quickly bringing the red-headed girl safely onto the clocktower. 

“It’s got to have a weakness,” she hissed in distaste, seeing from Estelle’s example that facing the thing head-on would be useless. She doubted she could get close enough to throw any knives at it, not to mention she doubted it would hurt the demon very much.