Two Eyes Cenote no, no, it's rightfully mine.

also exit if not followed

The air thickened in sickness and rot, a miasma rising from the unforgivable spill of child's blood within their sacred pools. A wall cast round her wrath, his every sinew taut from war. Abruptly and with a snarl the hesbut arcs, upper lip resolutely upheaved, smoking eyes tearing over the shadowed bodies then up into the red guard's face who obstructs her.

“You mean what’s left of him? Get out of my way!” The order strikes against the grinding stone with a lash of fangs to the vacant air at the mazoi's shoulder. Eset pushes roughly past him– not towards the now detained hemet, but down the halls and after the boy for @Qiao’s quarters.