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The gravel path leading from the school shed lies hushed under a silver wash of moonlight. The only sound is the faint crunch of his own footsteps. Abyss Razor walks slowly, the carved wood of his mask hiding his expression, its purple markings just visible in the gloom. In one hand he carries a glass prison, the trapped forms of his Magia Lupus comrades shimmering inside. A subtle motion of his wand shatters the confinement, and they blur away into the shadows. He continues his solitary walk, the mask still firmly in place, then halts—sensing a presence. "You saw that," he murmurs, his voice quiet and unsure.