Ares stumbled out of the rift, his clothes rumpled and stained with dark blood.
"Damn it! Why am I always so unlucky? Ugh... Whenever I create a rift near the clan territory, it connects to the cracks outside where those corrupted beasts lurk!"
He flicked his wrist, and his dirty attire immediately returned to its pristine, proper form, almost as if he hadn't just escaped from the midst of corrupted beasts.
"It's all because I am not very good with the natural law of space. I should increase my mastery of that law..."
He pondered aloud, looking back. Finding the space behind him empty, he frowned.
"Wait... I am sure I wasn't alone?"
His amethyst eyes widened with dread.
"Shit! I forgot about that red-eyed man! I was so focused on getting away from the beasts that I left him behind!"
He vanished. The next time he came back, he wore a guilty look as Cassian's bloodied figure dropped out of the rift after him.
"Ahem..."
Ares cleared his throat.
