"Well we have to fight, we know our weakness as well as they do, we need to take advantage of that fact, maybe split and face off each individually." Vincent said with an odd determination.
"Close, Vincent, but not quite. They are you guys, yeah, but there is something else within them. The bodies they were bonded to have their own strengths that may make up for your own weaknesses... This is a battle we may have to forfeit, in order to win the war." Damien led the group through the labyrinth, as if he had walked these very paths before. Every now and then his hand would briefly brush against a familiar crack or off-colored brick. "By the way, Nicola... Interesting servant you have there..."
"Even still we are outgunned, their magecraft is on a whole another level, we are gonna need to survive for now before returning to actually trying to beat these guys, maybe it's time to sacrifice a command seal for assistance from one of the Arcana Imperator. Like I always say, Tia has some of the most twisted magecraft next to Rhea, which leads into my next point, Rhea." William said looking to Damien, "We need their help."
Damien's mood dropping could be felt by the entire group, "Ugh. It pains me to say this, truly, but you may be right. No groveling, though. If we ask and they refuse, let that be the end of it. Caster, go ahead and do your thing... But don't include us, ok?"
Wordlessly, Caster obliged. Placing both hands on the ground, the area behind the group began to writhe and... distance itself from the World. Within seconds, the hallway behind them was again normal, returned to it's former non-labyrinthine state. Regardless, the group could feel something else there, like there was another layer of reality filtered over the world.
But to the group behind them, it was completely different. They were in the same walls, yes, but could tell that the labryinth was now somewhere else entirely. Brute force would no longer close the distance between them and their prey. The walls now felt older, more powerful, and more mysterious. A sense of hopelessness was buried within the walls, and could be felt reverberating through the hallways and dead-ends. Besides Assassin's grenades, the only sounds that could be heard were... Footsteps. Large, heavy, dragging footsteps from somewhere deep within the walls.
Conquest whistled, folding his arms.
Outside, Robert whistled, doing the same.
Though a dimension apart, they shared the same awe.
"Reality Marble, eh?"