"Jackle." "Status report."

A nightmaren adorned in washed out colors asks of the mantle. The tall nightmaren was covered in think strings that were attacked to his hat and uniform. His uniform had the reminiscence of a nobleman in the waking world.

He continued to pace through the rubble infested city that was once home to countless nightmaren who earned Wizeman's blessings. If it wasn't for a spell he knew to teleportation, many would of died..just like their ancestors did in the dawn of Master Wizeman.

"They got away, but there weren't any causalities.."
The mantle sighed sadly at the fact.

"Jackle..that is a good thing." "Granted, I am saddened we didn't kill the demons too, but we weakened them quite a lot."
The pale nightmaren stated in an attempted to try to cheer himself up.

"Are you sure they were really demons?" "Could they have just been humans who are that good in Lucid dreaming?" "Those dreamers are the worst."
Jackle rasped out in annoyance and disgust.

"Jackle, human dreamers aren't able to create that much damage, have perfect battle recall, and strategize while lucid dreaming." "Those two were demons." "End of story." "We will have to report to The Parliment after this."
The pale nightmaren stated sternly.

"Do we have to?" "We already have a shit-ton of stuff under our belts as is." "Aren't we supposed to check out how the land of the sugarplum fairies is doing anyway?" "Make up your mind!"
The mad Oracle groans at the pale nightmaren

The pale nightmaren, once again, looked at the destruction the fight has created, the bottom of his eye twitching at the thought of how much the damages will cost as a whole. He knew that the Parliament would not be happy at all of the development.

That is, if The Parliament even exist anymore. There are still countless nightmaren of all ranks who still haven't been counted for. To add to the chaos the pair of demons caused to Nightmare, it was no wonder to the pale nightmaren at all on how the two were able to destroy a sect of Nightopia.

"It's time to go to Nirvana Jackle." "If the two have destroyed Nightmare to this degree, just image what they have done to the land of the Daydreams..."
The pale nightmaren made up his mind as a pale portal began to materialize under the mad Oracle and himself. The two slowly vanish deep into the portal, leaving no evidence of their existence...except for the countless amounts of damage to the once proud city.