"The Eighth...?" Cecelia took a step backwards, staring out into the void and searching with her own to confirm his whereabouts. "Are you sure?" She asked a second time, slowly shaking her head. "We aren't safe here, none of..." She froze and looked at Sol and Ikaris who were both regarding her with stares askance of anything resembling fear or even worry; Sol for one was slightly smiling, while Ikaris had a stare resembling excitement when she looked to the skies a second time and then at Dina.
"Would you like to take a crack at an overpowered opponent?" She extended an invite to the mage who had an expression of annoyance after her appearance had returned to normal. "Dina?"
