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It worked, it shouldn't have but it worked. The form of the disturbance had been unraveled, but Oz couldn't help but feel frustrated that he still doesn't understand what was obstructing him in the first place. It felt as though his mind had become a brace for the door's weight, not unlike searching through the labyrinth via meditation, except this enigma could hardly be called a door, it was more of a window into a new space. A space that doesn't take being observed kindly and the figure within was nothing more than security. A watcher that was being puppeteered by the true denizen further inside.  

Every fiber of his being vibrated with energy as he felt ripped away and displaced everywhere and nowhere. Ozymandias shook as he stood, his legs becoming re-accustomed with there being ground beneath them. Every sensation felt new and wrong somehow, like his body forgot what the real world was like while he was entranced by his vision. As he took stock of the situation, he noticed a few oddities. Only a quarter of his etchings remained, some buttons on his jacket had disappeared, and one of his shoes now lacked laces. The door in front of him now felt mundane making it clear that whatever he witnessed took the liberty of scattering this location into multiple fragments. He had shattered the glass of something holy and now it may be gone for good.

[color=80dfff]"It was a small thing, humanoid, with strings trailing off into the distance. I think I've set off the alarms to something's home and now its servant is after us."

"We need to move. Now."[/color]

With that, Oz ran. He grabbed the girl's arm as he did, knowing that while she didn't witness what was beyond, she still saw him open the door. He needed that right now, or he'd think he hallucinated. Who cared if she threatened him, that's the norm when your a lone mage in a Dark City. Everything and everyone is predator and prey but the situation can quickly change and make fast friends if something higher on the food chain arrives. Fighter, Witness, Friend, whoever she wanted to be in his presence, it didn't matter. Oz needed her to live if there was any hope of getting out and dissecting what he just experienced. However, there would still be one large obstacle to overcome if he hoped to get out.

He no longer knew the way out. After spending so long on this problem, the portal he used to enter was surely gone. So he bolted out into the streets and simply chose whichever direction he thought his hunter wasn't in. The howling was gone, and there was no telling where the creature would come from, but towards the edge of this manifestation seemed the best way to go for now. 

[color=80dfff]"I don't suppose you know the way out of here, do you?"[/color]