"England, eh?" N'astirih surmised to himself as he sat, perched on a decaying church, watching the Exiles depart. Little did they know that the demon he had been observing them since New York. Of particular interest was the item that seemed to be guiding the team. "The time is now. Pryor will perform one last service to me before I change the landscape of creation." The demon teleported back to his mistress, to inform her of this development.
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