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Vri was silent as he listened to the words of Karem and Nir'wei alike. He considered punishing Nir'wei for the words he spoke, for the spite he spat at him. But he didn't. There was no need to punish Nir'wei now. For he'd now accepted the mission. And if Nir'wei was successful, that man would be gone, forever. Mortalborn souls were not souls meant for the Great Beyond, for a reason.
With a simple tip of his head, Vri ripped open the fabric of reality before Nir'wei, leading into the broken chaos of the Untold in Emea. "You and your pack are on your own in there. No Immortal will find you there. No connection be it divine, magical, spiritual, or even Emean bound will escape. I will know when you've found it, and in that moment, everything will be fixed."
Then Vri tossed the rift at Nir'wei and his crew, scooping them all up into it, and closing behind them. Karem snarled viciously at Vri, "You do not come after my pack again. None of them. They are not your playthings. And you're playing a far too dangerous of a game."
Vri looked on as the fracturing grew up his back, "It is one that must be played."
Karem's eyes narrowed at him, "What is that smell on you? It is not of this world, nor our own."
And with a polite nod, Vri turned and disappeared.
