When I originally posted this chapter in the Tower of God Fiction Center on Batoto, I posted it in three separate parts, which have been combined for posting on . Don't expect all the chapters to be this long.

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Chapter 2: 2F

Corvo, for the second time that day, woke up somewhere completely different with no idea how he'd gotten there or where he was now.

This had better not become a regular thing, he thought. He still possessed the Eel's body, which was a plus. He swam up, his body instinctively moving through and floating on the watery substance that seem to fill this Tower place. He could see nothing but golden grass as high as his human head, with a few large rocks scattered around, as far as he could see. A weird building floated above, that seemed to be a patchwork of different types of architechture. The watery substance was a lot less dense here than in the cage, thankfully. If the tests he had to take were all that difficult, it would be a struggle to reach the top.

"Greetings, Regulars!" a cheery female voice proclaimed. Corvo looked around to find the source of the voice, and saw a bright green box floating in the air. "My name is Ranini, and I'm your test administrator for your first test on the 2nd OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT THING DOING IN THE TESTING GROUNDS?!" More than a few screams erupted from below, and Corvo whipped around, searching high and low for the threat. It took him a couple seconds to realize that he, in the body of a White Steel Eel, probably was the threat.

"Director! Director Yu Han Sung!" the voice from the box shrieked.

"What do you want, Ranini?" another, irritated, voice said.

"There's a White Steel Eel running loose in the testing grounds!"

"So?"

"So?! We have to do something!"

"No we don't. You were just going to run that old there are X number of Regulars, reduce it to Y test right? This will just accelerate the process."

"But – !"

"Look, Ms. Bleeding Heart, if you care so much then deal with it yourself. You're a Ranker last time I checked; I think you can handle one Eel. Now get out of my office, and handle minor problems like this without running to me next time." There was the sound of a door slamming.

"That coffee machine bastard. How can he just shrug off his duties like that? Maybe I will kill it, and throw it onto Evankell-nim's desk and tell him the whole story. We'll see whta he thinks about minor problems after that." the woman muttered. Corvo decided he'd better vacate this body before things got out of hand.

He dove down towards a rock outcropping, and exited the Eel's body, which unlike other animals Corvo had possessed, did not die. He jumped off the Eel's head, and landed with a roll, darting for cover under the outcropping while the Eel was disoriented.

The Eel growled, looking around and sniffing. It was clearly searching for him. Corvo crouched in the shadows, trying to be as invisible as possible. The Eel soon gave up and swam off, probably smelling more prey that was easier to find. Corvo could already hear screams in the distance.

"Gah! Dammit, whatever!" Corvo heard the woman say from the box. "There are 400 regulars in this testing ground, make that number go down to 200 by any means! Good luck, try not to get eaten!"

Corvo climbed up on to the outcropping. He closed his eyes, and the world took on a reddish sheen as he swept the area with his Dark Vision. There didn't seem to be anyone…

Ah. There.

A yellow outline showed someone crouching in the grass off to the left. Corvo pulled out his sword and Blinked into the air over his target. Corvo dropped down on top of him, and drove his sword into his back. The man barely had time to scream.

Corvo pulled his blade out and studied the man. He had bright red skin, and sixteen green eyes spread all over what could be called his head. Corvo had never seen anything like it.

A bullet whizzed past his ear. Corvo instantly went into a crouch. Using Dark Vision, he scanned the area in the direction the bullet had come from. When nothing appeared, he started moving slowly forward.

The entire grasslands seemed to have taken on an awful tension. The scent of blood floated lightly on the wind, as did the scent of less savory forms of gore. It was too bad he hadn't had more time before the place became a battlefield; while this wasn't as bad as Dunwall, the world of the plague had left Corvo with only vague memories of what fresh air smelled like.

Corvo heard voices. He froze, listening.

"I'm telling you dude, you must have gotten him. If he was still alive, we'd have seen him hauling ass."

"No way. You didn't see him pop out of thin air and kill someone. What if he just did that again? I'll believe I dropped him when I see a body, with its brains splattered everywhere." Corvo saw five men walking towards him with his Dark Vision. He moved silently through the grass, avoiding their path and following once they'd passed him.

Corvo crept up behind the one in the rear, one of the ones who'd spoken. Judging from the large, advanced-looking fire arm he was holding, he was also the one who'd shot at Corvo.

Corvo rose from the grass like a specter of death, seizing the fool from behind and slitting his throat in one smooth motion. As the other four turned around, Corvo used Devouring Swarm. But instead of the usual black portal in the ground followed by the ravenous swarm of rats, Corvo felt…connections. One felt heavy, but close, and the others felt lighter, but far away. Corvo had no idea what this indicated, but he had no time to figure it out. He shoved the corpse at the two on the left, forcing them to stumble and hindering their movements. He darted at the remaining two.

The nearest one jabbed a large stabbing weapon at him, which Corvo parried. Corvo brought his leg up and kicked the man in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. While he doubled over, Corvo slashed at the man behind him, his sword parting flesh and bone, removing an arm that grasped for a weapon. The man screamed as Corvo moved in for the kill, slamming an elbow into his partner's temple as he thrust a sword into the man's gut, and slashed upwards. The blade whipped around to decapitate the remaining man.

Red filled his vision as adrenaline pumped through him, and Corvo turned to face the last two, who had untangled themselves from the corpse. One of them stabbed at him with a spear, and scored a mark along Corvo's ribcage, but he ignored it.

With precision born of his enhanced state, Corvo's sword swept up and then down, cleaving the through the skull of the first man to stop beside his waist. Then the sword swept up again, striking directly into the final man's heart.

Corvo pulled out his sword as the red faded, adrenaline running its course.

"Always wait until you see a body." He told the five corpse, "but don't assume all living enemies will flee. Some will take the offensive." He walked off, scanning the area with Dark Vision. The pain in his side faded. The Outsider's power made him supernaturally tough, quickly mending the minor wound.

Corvo didn't see anything, but he could faintly here the sounds of battle nearby. He climbed on top of the nearest outcropping, and used the magnifying lens in his mask to get a better view of the area. Where was that sound coming from?

He spotted movement. Zooming in further, Corvo could see a man and a woman fighting. He zoomed out, and started Blinking in their direction. Once he got near enough to hear the sounds of their exertion, he crept up on foot.

Peering through the grass, Corvo was forced to reconsider them as targets. Both of them moved with speed and grace leagues above the five he had just killed. They would be foes equal to Daud, if not fiercer. He could feel the force of their weapons clashing.

Corvo studied the battle for a bit longer before deciding he needed a second opinion on how he should move. Reaching into his belt pouch, Corvo pulled out the Heart. The biomechanical artifact lay quietly in Corvo's palm. No Runes or Bone Charms existed in this place, it seemed, though Corvo hadn't really expected there to be any. No, Corvo needed it for another purpose. He gently squeezed it.

This is the place were dreams are followed, and crushed. Struggles and desperation bear fruit, or end in futility. Blood spilled. So much blood. This is a breakwater, where threats to this world's iron order are smothered. The fever-dream-like whisper of a woman echoed in Corvo's head. Even here, the Heart seemed to know everything. As usual, its revelations straddled the fence between clear and cryptic. Corvo moved so that he would have a better view of the combatants.

They looked alike enough that they might have been family. Both had black hair, pale skin, and strong features, and crimson eyes. The woman was armed with two of those stabbing weapons, while the man had a short sword whose cross guard released streams of golden light as it moved.

She ducked under a slash from the man, and moved to take him in the gut. He danced out of the way of her thrust, and brought his sword down, cutting business end of one of her weapons off at the hilt. She swore and retreated. He laughed.

"You still can't defeat me, Ashrya. You're still weak even after receiving Zahard's blood! More proof that you never should have gotten that power."

"I earned every drop of the King's blood in my veins, Victus." she snapped. "Let me prove it to you." As they resumed combat, Corvo aimed the Heart at the woman and squeezed gently.

She surrendered all that she had to protect what was most precious to her. She lost both, anyway. She seeks to repay the blood of her kin with the blood of more kin, a personal battle within a war of brothers, it whispered. Corvo turned it to the man. A cruel, heartless creature. He gloats over the misfortune of others, and believes himself a prince when he is only a foot soldier, a pawn in his master's game.

Corvo studied the two. They were both very skilled, that was obvious. It would be difficult to kill both of them. For now, it would be better to aid one against the other, and eliminate the survivor at another time.

From observing their fight, Corvo could see that while this "Victus" held his own, he did so only through the power of his weapon; "Ashrya" was significantly stronger and faster than he was. Still, she was wary of his sword, preferring to dodge rather than block; only meeting weapons when she had to. It would be more sensible to ally with the superior fighter…but from what the Heart said, the woman was alone, while Victus served "masters." If he helped Victus, perhaps he could be convinced to introduce Corvo to them, and they could help achieve his goal.

Corvo shook himself. No. His every instinct was telling him that Victus was the greater of two evils here. Corvo had walked that dark road of cruel pragmatism before; he'd seen the fruits such a path bore. He would do better this time. He had to do better this time.

Corvo stood up and loosed a Windblast at Victus. Light gathered in a sphere in Corvo's palm, and exploded forward, trailing wispy streamers and blowing the grass flat. The sphere slammed into Victus, sending him flying. Behind his mask, Corvo blinked, and stared at his palm. It seemed that here, Windblast had a lot less "wind" and a lot more "blast."

Corvo's senses barely registered the attack in time for him to jump back and keep Ashrya from stabbing him through the ear.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" she demanded. "This was my fight! How dare you – whoa." She eased off the hostility for a moment as she got a good look at Corvo's masked face for the first time. Corvo didn't blame her; he twitch if he looked it a mirror with it on. Pierro had outdone himself making it.

"If you think a scary mask is enough to frighten me, bucko, then you've picked they wrong lady to try to take advantage of." she said, raising her weapon. Corvo raised his hands to show that he was currently unarmed.

"I am not your enemy." he said.

"Oh really? So what reason did you have for interrupting?" she asked, stepping forward and jabbing her weapon at his throat.

"You guys seemed too strong for me to kill you both, so I decided to take down one and seek the other's cooperation." Corvo said with a shrug. Ashrya's face grew angry.

"Well, I'm afraid your plan has backfired. That bastard was mine to kill. So I have no intention of cooperating with you!" She lunged, going for the eyes.

Corvo Blinked next to her, grabbing her weapon hand. She yanked away, eyes wide.

"Kill one, cooperate with the other." Corvo said, drawing his sword. "I can still change my mind. I left him alive." Ashrya blinked.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes. So decide. Do you want to cooperate?" Corvo asked, tilting his head in a quizzical motion. "Or do you want to die?" Ashrya stared at him for a moment.

"Cooperate." she said. Corvo nodded and lowered his sword.

"My name is Corvo Attano. Feel free to call me Corvo. I'm please to make you acquaintance." he said. He extended his hand. She took it and shook twice.

"The name's Ha Ashrya, and I guess the feeling is mutual. Anyone who can blow away another person like that will be a welcome ally."

"Not for long, he won't." Victus shoved his way out of the grass. His sword glowed brilliantly. "Both of you are dead." he snarled. Ashrya's lip curled.

"You could barely take me on, even with an Ignition Weapon, Victus. Did you hit your head when you landed, that you think you can beat the two of us?" The smile that bloomed on Victus's face was highly disturbing.

"What makes you think that this fight is two on one?" he asked. Corvo's eyes narrowed, and closed his eyes. Dark Vision showed that the field behind Victus was filled with people.

He didn't waste time with words. Corvo stuck his foot out in front of Ashrya and kicked back, knocking her off her feet and onto her stomach. He looked to the sky and Blinked up, avoiding the spray of bullets and other projectile weapons that ripped through the air where his and Ashrya's torsos had been seconds earlier. Corvo looked down on the field, Dark Vision still active.

Four…Five…Six, is it? he thought. He tossed his sword into the air, and drew both his pistol and his hand crossbow. He got off a shot with the pistol and two shots with the crossbow before hitting the ground. The Outsider's power made his body unnaturally light and quick, enabling him to charge with supernatural speed, tackling one of the hidden attackers before he could react to Corvo's landing. Corvo grabbed his shirt and twisted over, pulling the man so that his body lay between Corvo and the spray of bullets that came from the left. His shield screamed and went limp. Corvo was considering how he would deal with this one when the attack suddenly stopped, followed by a scream that was cut off equally quickly. Corvo peeked over the corpse to see Ashrya yanking her weapon from a dead body of her own.

"That's not fair." she complained. "You got four, and I only got two."

"This isn't a contest." Corvo retorted. "Now, I believe there's one more?" Ashrya grinned menacingly to her left. Victus stood, mouth open, weapon held limply.

"I could have killed you four times while you stood there like a fool." Corvo said, taking a step forward. Victus's guard was up instantly.

"Don't move!" he barked, pointing his sword at Corvo.

"What'll happen if we do?" Ashrya snorted. She grinned mockingly. "Give us a time out? Call us names? Ooo, maybe you'll kill us! Ah, but weren't you trying – and failing – to do that anyway?" She started walking forward, grin fading from her face. "You killed my family. My niece's blood stains your hands. You won't be able to hide behind Yuro-nim this time. None of you will."

"Of course we won't hide." Victus sneered. "Who would hide from a dead woman?" He licked his lips, and his eyes kept flicking back and forth between Ashrya and Corvo.

"Of course." Corvo agreed. "I'm sure none of that confidence I saw you displaying in your fight earlier had anything to do with how you had half a dozen men to back you up if you needed them."

"Shut up!" Victus said, his attention drawn fully to Corvo.

"Eyes on me, you son of a bitch!" Ashrya yelled, attacking. Her thrust nearly took him through the eye, but Victus pushed it aside with the flat of his blade. Ashrya swung her weapon arm, knocking him aside before he could counterattack. Victus tried to retreat and put distance between him and Ashrya, but the women kept the pressure on and attacked relentlessly. One her thrusts caught Victus in the left shoulder, drawing a curse as well as blood. Victus was distracted, his eyes constantly flicking to Corvo, who stood placidly on the sidelines, despite the looming threat of Ashrya. The distraction was small, but it was enough to tip the scales in Ashrya's favor, and she was rapidly gaining ground this time around.

Ashrya's weapon slashed down, tripping Victus and knocking him off his feet. Her weapon followed him down, aimed at his heart, but Victus rolled out of the way, slashing wildly in the process. He opened a large gash in Ashrya's side; she cried out and collapsed, clutching the wound.

Corvo decided it was time for him to become more actively involved. He Blinked over to the combatants, and delivered a roundhouse kick to Victus's head when the man tried to stand up. He was sent sprawling, and Corvo crouched to check on Ashrya.

"I'm fucking fine! Don't touch me, I can deal with a scratch like this!" she hissed. "Behind you!" Corvo turned and saw Victus's sword coming in from the right. Corvo bent back, under Victus's swing, the man's momentum bringing him in front of Corvo as he nearly stumbled over Ashrya. Corvo pushed himself upright and kicked out, his foot slamming into Victus's spine, once again knocking the man to the ground.

Corvo got to his feet and drew his sword. Under the circumstances, he didn't think Ashrya would mind too much if she got her revenge vicariously. If not, well, she'd get over it. Leaving her to bleed out was always an option if she got too cranky.

Corvo darted over to Victus, whose eyes bulged in panic. Corvo brought his blade slicing down. Victus lashed out with his sword in the general direction of Corvo's attack in a sloppy attempt to block it.

Miracle of miracles, for the second time in that battle, Victus's panicked attacks actually worked. Victus's shining blade met Corvo's sword of honest steel – and shattered it into dozens of pieces. Corvo stared at the broken sliver of metal that was what remained of the sword's blade. Victus also stared at it, as if he couldn't really believe that he had blocked Corvo's attack.

Corvo's head moved fractionally as his gaze moved from his ruined weapon to the man that ruined it. Victus seemed to recall that Corvo was a very, very dangerous man, who while now unarmed, Victus needed to press his advantage with if he wanted to come out on top. As he twitched in the preemptive movements of his attack, Corvo seized the wrist of his weapon hand. Corvo slammed the hand against the ground until Victus cried out and dropped his weapon. Corvo leaned in close, until Victus could probably see his real eyes behind the lenses of his mask.

"This," Corvo whispered, waving the hilt of his sword, "was a gift from someone who was very dear to me. You're going to pay dearly for destroying it." Behind his mask, Corvo's eyes narrowed viciously. "I don't really need a blade to kill you. After all, I've still got the hilt." Victus managed to scream even though the first blow shattered his jaw.

When he was finished, Corvo torn off pieces of Victus's clothes, grabbing whatever wasn't covered in blood. He use one of the cloths to wipe the blood off the hilt, and stuck it in his belt. He grabbed Victus's sword, and after a little searching, the sheath as well. Strapping them to his waist, he walked back over to Ashrya, who lay hunched in a tight fetal position. She twitched as he stood next to her.

"Y-you –." she began, voice husky. She swallowed, as if her throat were dry. "You said you would have killed both of us except that we were too powerful to take on together. Are you going to do that—," body language indicated the direction of the late Victus, "to me, too?"

"No." Corvo said. "You agreed to cooperate. So long as you don't try to stab me in the back, I promise that I won't violently murder you. If you do try to backstab me… Let's just say that experience has left me unforgiving of traitors."

"Deal." Ashrya said, shuddering. "Hand me one of those cloths, I want to try and stop the bleeding.

"I think may be it would be better if I –."

"I CAN HANDLE IT!" she shouted. She pushed herself up with only a small whimper, and snatched the cloths out of Corvo's hands. She shoved the smaller ones against the wounds, and used the longer strips to bind them tightly to her side. She was fast and proficient, her knots tight with no slack.

"See?" she said through gritted teeth. "Told you I could handle it." Corvo sighed, and slid his arms around her back and under her legs, lifting her off the ground.

"W-what are you doing!" she shrieked.

"Getting you out of harm's way." Corvo said. "You may be stable, which I doubt, but you're a long way from fine. I'm going to get us out of sight until this test is over. Then we'll see if we can't get you some real medical help."

"I can walk, then!" Ashrya insisted. "Put me down!"

"No. I'm not going to risk you getting permanently injured. On top of being a competent fighter, you're the only person I know in this place. Since I know nothing about this world, I need to keep you around."

"This place? You mean the Inner Tower?" Ashrya asked.

"This 'Tower' place in general, I mean. Wait, there's more than one?"

"How do you not know this? Everyone knows this!" Ashrya said.

"I don't. I came here through some door, from a place called Dunwall." There were a few moments of complete silence. Then Ashrya shrieked and started thrashing so violently Corvo nearly dropped her.

"Stop that!" he said. "You're going to reopen your wound!"

"You're an Irregular?" Ashrya screamed.

"A what?" Corvo asked.

"Oh my god, no wonder you can do all those crazy things! Put me down, put me down right – !" Ashrya's diatribe cut off when she was distracted by something over Corvo's shoulder. Corvo saw her eyes bulge out of her head.

"Look out!" she cried. "There's – !"

Corvo didn't wait for her to finish. Energy surged up his arm as it always did when he used his powers now, but this time the surge was accompanied by a slight burning sensation. The world went still as Corvo brought time to a halt. Corvo turned around slowly, and came face to face with the tip of a very, very sharp harpoon. One made to kill super nightmare whales of doom.

The head of the harpoon had two barbs on each side, but they were usually wide, with sharp edges that made it seem more blade-like than spear-like. The whole thing was probably as wide as Corvo's outspread hand. Including the one millimeters from Corvo's nose, eleven more hung in the air, ready to impale him and Ashrya as soon as normal time resumed.

Corvo started running, eating up distance with his enhanced body. He quickly reached a nearby outcropping. Corvo gently laid Ashrya down, hidden by a crevasse in the rock.

Then, Corvo drew his new sword and prepared to hunt down whoever had unwisely just tried to kill him.

Corvo Blinked back to the harpoons. His left arm burned. He didn't think he could maintain the stopped time much longer. Crouching in the long grass, Corvo released the flow of time. Twelve lethal harpoons slammed into the ground where Corvo and Ashrya had been literally less than a nanosecond before.

Corvo waited, watched, and listened. Eventually, his quarry would come to confirm their kill and retrieve their spears. When they did, Corvo would remove them. No warning, no hesitation. If it hadn't been for Ashrya, Corvo would never have been able to detect those spears in time to react, and he would be lying dead on the ground right now.

The harpooner was very good, very smart, and very, very dangerous. Unlike Ashrya, Corvo couldn't afford to try and approach them and convince them to cooperate. they had very clearly attempted to kill them, and now Corvo intended to return the favor.

Corvo heard a noise. Very carefully he raised himself up to see through the grass. A man stepped into view, and pulled one of the harpoons out of the ground, looking around the for rest of them.

The man was tall, about six and a half feet, and his hair was blonde with oiled brown rings, giving it a peculiar scale-like pattern. All he wore was knee length brown shorts and a white scarf around his neck, revealing a tanned, powerfully built body covered in ugly scars.

There was a regular thunk sound when ever he moved, and as Corvo watched, his left leg came into view. Corvo's eyes widened. The limb was made entirely out of smooth, silvery metal, seamless except for the joints. Not even with recent advances in natural philosophy could the sciences of Dunwall have created an artificial limb like that.

As the man bent to retrieve another harpoon, Corvo remembered that he wasn't here to admire the man, and drew his new sword from its sheath. He had no idea how to make it work like Victus had, but upon testing it edge, Corvo found the blade sharp enough to do the job.

Corvo stood up and raised the blade over his head. Blinking over the man, he slashed at the man's exposed neck. But the man unfortunately had good reflexesa nd good instinct, and the butt of a harpoon flipped up to block Corvo's blade. Shoving Corvo back, the man balanced on his right leg, bent his metallic left, and kicked out into Corvo's midriff.

Corvo flew up and away, and hit the ground hard enough that he would have yelped in pain if there had been any air left in his lungs. Corvo was only able to lie there and wheeze as his body rapidly returned to normal. He was able to stand up again in short order, though he wasn't at 100%. It would take far more time and to fully restore his body.

The man, after Corvo's own heart, didn't bother speaking, but hurled the harpoon the moment he saw Corvo upright. Corvo was quick enough to dance to the side, though the harpoon was able to slash the lapels of his coat.

Corvo prepared a Windblast, but focused on getting more wind than blast. Power gathered in his palm, and exploded out, knocking the man back and off his feet. Corvo grinned beneath his mask, and Blinked on top of him. He stabbed down at the man's jugular. With a curse, the man managed to throw Corvo off and rolled away from his attack. Corvo stumbled and fell to the ground. The man scrambled for his fallen spear and got to his feet.

Corvo thrust his sword at the man's belly.

The man stabbed at Corvo's throat.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

"Attention all Regulars!" Ranini's voice said, ringing across the field. "The first test is complete! Anyone who continues fighting – who isn't fighting the Eel – will be disqualified!" Corvo and the man both froze, each just millimeters away from fatal blows.

"Okay, listen up! The second test will now begin. Out of all the remaining 200 Regulars, make two into your buddies! Be in contact with your buddies when the time is up, as only teams of three will be brought up! You have five minutes, good luck! Especially you guys running from the Eel!"

Corvo glared at the man, and he glared back.

"Truce?" he asked.

"Fine." the man said. Both of them slowly moved their weapons into less lethal positions. Corvo stood up with a grunt, and the man started collecting his harpoons.

"Corvo Attano. You?" he asked

"Ahab Quequeq." was the reply. "I assume the girl you were with earlier is our third?"

"Yes. She's Ha Ashrya." Corvo said, sheathing his sword.

"Ha Ashrya?" Quequeq asked, turning with a raised eyebrow. "I'm teaming up with the Fallen Princess?"

"The what?" Corvo asked, confused.

"How do you not–? No, we have no time. Go fetch her. Maybe she'll tell you. If not, then just ask anyone. Even people in the Outer Tower heard about it."

Corvo stared at him for another moment, and then he just shook his head and began Blinking back to Ashrya. She was leaning against the rocks, upright but ashen, and she gripping her side. The wound clearly pained her.

"Corvo, what—?"

"I found a friend. Let's go." Corvo said, scooping her up. He sped back to where he'd left Quequeq, and Ashrya was too exhausted to give more than a few half-hearted grumbles about her treatment. Quequeq gave him another raised eyebrow when Corvo arrived.

"I thought you said I was teaming up with Ha Ashrya, not a half-dead girl."

"She was badly wounded." Corvo said. "I'll handle it."

"She's only going to be dead weight. We can't afford to be burdened with her!" Quequeq argued.

"I said, I'll handle it." Corvo growled, glaring at the harpooner. "She's also the only other person we're likely to find in the next 30 seconds. So grab my arm and complain about it to me later." Quequeq scowled, displeased, but complied. Moments later, Ranini's voice filled the field.

"All right, congratulations to all Regulars who have found team and not been eaten. Please get in contact with your buddies because here we gooo~!"

Another flash of white light washed over Corvo, and his last thought before the world faded away was, I better be awake when I get there this time.