Phobetor's blindness remained for a few moments. While he could make out figures among the hurtful radiance, he couldn't keep his eyes open long enough to discern any of them without tearing up. He could only follow these silhouettes and stumble over stairs, furious but helpless to save face. The words of Utu rung in his ears, but it wasn't until that he dimmed his blasted glow that Phobetor could focus enough to make them out. Flipping off his hood, the God of Nightmares quickly looked around. His face had undergone a change; black streaks, as much tears as they were tattoos, trickled down his cheeks in upside-down triangles originating at his eyes. Other than that, not much was different. He hadn't time to properly survey his grand surroundings, however, before the sun god drew him in.

In such an intimidating presence, Phobetor couldn't do much more than flinch at Utu's touch. His complimentary words fell on suspicious ears, for nobody except for his family saw any value in his work. He didn't see his role as balancing out the dreams created by Morpheus or the illusions cast by Phantasus and never had. Certainly, the concept of 'order' didn't involve him. Still, it seemed to Phobetor to be vaguely nice to be in charge of something important.

The rest of Utu's speech received only lukewarm interest from Phobetor. When it was over, the sun god vanished, leaving the not-so-ethereal Taiyo to steer them in the general direction of the dorms. Phobetor paused at the door to watch a very demonic-looking Andrew summon a monster from some glyph on the ground, take his luggage, and depart. For a moment he was jealous, but the remembrance that he carried no weighty bags reminded him that there was nothing to be jealous of. He did learn one thing from the event: magic was stronger here. The prospect delighted him.

He paid cursory attention to Taiyo for the time the group was together. After being pointed in the right direction, Phobetor went right ahead, leaving before Evera had asked her question about remodeling.

Once inside his room, Phobetor wasted no time in redecorating. Clapping his hands, a wave of darkness spread from his feet across the floor, washing over objects and up walls. He removed Vox from his belt and placed it in a shadowy hand that extended from the wall. Rather than taking off his longcoat, the God of Nightmares merely banished it, since it was formed of his power. In the process, his hand brushed against Aliter, and he grabbed the locked to open it. Inside was a ring of gems harbored ebony inlay, and as he watched they began to glow and project a tiny image in the palm of his hand. These he cycled through: crow, octopus, rat, spider, centipede, scorpion, dart frog, dog, bull, sparrow, fly, stoat, otter, snake, wolverine, sea turtle, and eel. All of these he could become at a second's notice, to utilize as he wished. Taking the inlay wafer, he flipped it, and a new image appeared. A smile spread over his pale, gaunt face. “Very, very nice! Looks like Aliter's at full power here.”