Or a place we need to leave as soon as we can. [Diluc rubs at his forehead and hisses as a headache builds.] I have a terrible feeling about it.

Those who walk the corridors of darkness... [He shakes his head and looks down at his hands. In his mind's eye the storm howls while black chains rattle in the rising wind. Sickly purple flames roll over the metal and cast shadows against the sand. An arena straight out of a nightmare.]

I don't know. Either way, whatever this place is. Having our counterparts, as strong as we used to be...

[He shakes his head again.] We're in for a fight.