James had no idea what Gutierre was doing. He could only sense that Gutierre was up to something freakish. His aura was nowhere and omnipresent at the same time. Gutierre signaled to James to start, and this one signal of his also became illusory, filled with the charm of the Path.

“James, your turn,” he opened up. His voice was so loud that it echoed in the void. This simple sentence rang so loudly that his brain began to hurt.

“This is scary,” James took a deep breath. Gutierre was ghastly a