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At last, the sentries had the malefactor surrounded. Their sergeant stepped forward, voice dripping smug malice as he said,

"No escape this time, eh? Nobody makes a fool of the boss for long, but if you just come quietly, I'm sure—"

As he reached out, the figure simply rolled their eyes, light shining from a bizarre, hexagonal iris. The sergeant knew his grab should've connected, but met only air as reality seemed to twist to keep them from his grasp.

And, as the air filled with the sound of clattering dice, he knew that the world was about to be knocked askew.

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