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Escapade II

The words I was expecting to hear from him never materialized. Instead, he opened his hand's palms to reveal a mysterious misty air floating on top of his palms.

He replies, "He's someone you don't want to mess with," and my curiosity returns. He adjusts our posture once more and successfully closes his hands, sensing my interest, and then he allows me to stand next to him.

How is he acting? I want to inquire, but he's presumably in charge of the forces setting up the traps here for trespassers. He entwined our hands once more with his free hand before turning to face me with both of his eyes.

Celius responds as if he knows something about who the person is, "Because he is someone that couldn't be touched unless when someone knows his genuine identity," and when I try to ask a question, he stops, causing me to merely narrow my eyes.

We are, in fact, at a dead end once more, but this time it’s different. Because there is a small box in the middle of

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