"Whatever they can think of appears in the circle," Masaki muttered, watching a phantom blade materialize and vanish within the light. Kyogi stepped fully into the dimly lit temple hallway, his gaze sweeping over the bizarre assembly of heroes and reformed villains. "Which side do you intend to take in this little brawl?" he asked, his tone dripping with calculated curiosity. "You haven't made your position clear either, Sorceress Stabber." The voice belonged to Orphen. He stepped out of the deeper recesses of the room, the flames of candle light dancing in the shadows across his sharp features.