Two factions with opposing views on people brought here from a failed ritual … that’s unsettling, as is the intended slaughter by one side. Moreover, it’s a little too sharp a reminder of the game between Yaldabaoth and Igor that drew in Ren and Akechi without their knowledge or consent.

And Ren? He doesn’t like that at all. He folds his arms tightly across himself as a burst of furious defiance branches through his chest like lightning. He’d come to terms with Igor’s part in the events of the past year, but if Ren could fight the so-called God of Control just for the satisfaction of shooting him in the head all over again, he’d do so in an instant. The audacity!

“Sounds like they’re using us as pawns.”

His words are quiet and even, but there’s a steely edge to his voice, sharp as any dagger he ever wielded in battle. It’s one thing to rage against an oppressor on your own behalf, or on behalf of a friend. But this situation is bigger than just him and Akechi. This involves who knows how many others, all unjustly thrust into a deadly contest by some unknown entity’s design.

“That’s unforgivable.”

Ren’s mind races, already pulling at possible steps toward taking revenge. He’ll fight this new “game” with everything he has, regardless of the reason for it.