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Lance nodded.Gabriel sat with her legs crossed in the sand, watching the very fabric of reality crumble around her.
"...They must've done it." She thought, but she didn't care.
She meditated calmly, clearing her mind of all other things. This was her form of training, in a way. She was sharpening her senses constantly through this, and thus, she immediately noticed Lance coming towards her.
"I assume this means that David succeeded..." She said.
"The wrestler managed to defeat Set, yes." Lance said.
"...he's...not in good shape though. He's....barely hanging on." Lance said. His voice was somber, it was clear that he was slightly worried about him.
"Antares is treating his wounds...and he asked me to come and get you."