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It was misty again in the Nebulawood but that was normal for this area. At least it wasn’t near as dense as the time they had taken on that Behemoth, Deadeye. That had been some time ago now and it felt much safer to be in the wood with the beat gone. And yet...the Strategist felt himself on edge for a reason he couldn’t place. He was out, alone, on the hunt for some suitable firewood. He couldn’t help the constant scanning of the area around him. Ignis felt someone or something there but wasn’t able to put a finger on it. He stepped into a clearer, though still wooded, area and stopped. Instinct had his daggers appearing in hand as a precaution. There was someone here and being alone Ignis wasn’t going to take any risks.












