"Strange," I enacted.
"Does it even realize you are there? That it is making you decline everything and come?"
"If the nephilim is near enough, it would be able to feel the teleporting but nothing else beyond that. As long as we are disguised, our personalities, power, and whatever remain hidden. So, if it is roaming, it recognizes two greater immortals came to inspect it out, but not extensively more than that."
"And it just stares and waits," I presumed.
"Sort of twisted. Lord, these creatures are a pain in the ass."
"Tell me about it. They do not go softly into that good nighting."
I squinted at the poetic quotation. "Wait…that is what is going to transpire? You are going to murder…er, annihilate it or something?"
Scholes cocked his head toward me curiously.
"What did you guess would transpire? Ten decades and parole?"
