[ The air immediately feels different the closer they get to the center of the area, a thick shroud that seems to hold a heavy scent of blood and ash. Given that the park is completely empty, Lancer takes a moment to materialize, wrinkling his nose at the sky and shifting his weight on the grass— their surroundings are too abnormal to seem remotely real. ]
Tch. That, I can agree with— feels like a Reality Marble made by someone with a serious grudge.
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Tch. That, I can agree with— feels like a Reality Marble made by someone with a serious grudge.