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"It's time," Madam's soft voice woke me up from the nap I'd managed to catch after throwing the last out of life my balls produced deep inside of Fay. Following her words with a gentle shove of my arm, the woman ensured I wouldn't go right back to sleep after momentarily waking up. 

"Goodness gracious," I muttered, blinking my eyes a few times before fully opening them up. 

As one could expect from the dead of the night, it was all dark outside. So dark, in fact, even with my improved senses I struggled to see anything besides the general shapes of the stuff around me. 

"Is it… the ti… time yet?" Fay muttered through her sleep, starting to come awake but not fully there yet. 

'Should I let her go back to sleep?' I entertained the idea for a short moment. 

Doing so would save me from worrying about her, ensuring I could fully focus on the coming fight…