Travis moved towards the exit of The Gated Arena. It was of utmost priority that he inform Last Lights. It was his screwup that shifted the schedule. Now Averoth's Vault could open at any moment.
That is, until a hand gripped his shoulder. With a sharp turn he showed hostility towards the one who stopped him, and this hostility only doubled when he recognized the face, "Salamandor!"
"No need for violence. I already took the ring from you, killing this clone won't bring you any benefit."
"I'll feel a lot better."
Salamandor made a dubious face, "Would you?"
"What do you want?"
"Delivering a message behalf of Averoth. Rejoice! The World's Mightiest Warrior has asked me to inform you that I plan to open his vault in a mere three days! At dawn of the fourth day I shall open the vault. Only you know this, well excluding the many versions of me who will definitely be dropping rumors."
"I'm supposed to trust this?"
"He told me you had a promise to fulfill."
