It wasn’t a moment sooner than he had found himself conscious that there was some strange puppet in the same place where he had awoken. Her announcement came with a show of power, leading to one man falling into the seemingly endless pit in front of them.
The prince remained silent as he watched this occur, knowing without looking that he was at a severe disadvantage. One metal vessel, and it was--
Astaroth was...A cup. Something he was fairly certain someone other than himself may find intensely amusing. As unfortunate as that was, circumstances otherwise seemed to prove far better as he turned to see a familiar mop of hair. Momentary relief flooded him, and his features softened for a moment before walking over to his by and far laziest sibling.
“I’m glad to see the rumors were exaggerated, Koumei.” A quick glance showed no visible injury. “You seem unharmed.” (...Good.) Relief flooded him. Even if the others were currently in danger, Koumei’s situation had been a degree more dire.
Before he could say much in the way of conversation a large metal vehicle showed up, door popping open near both of them. Kouen, for his part, looking uncharacteristically confused.