The Worm pulsed, bio fluid pouring from its wound. The wound closed as the liquid congealed quickly and it reared up once more, a simple flesh wound proving too mere for something this high up in its biological evolution tree. It tensed for a second before screeching again, severely annoyed that its prey had managed to injure it.<br/><br/>It dove under the sand, its body weaving its way easily ended the sand as it sought out the heat signature closest to it, the one who had wounded it.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Tabris was wondering what was going on when a lady entered the fray, the Psyche gate opening itself for her even before the black, iron, physical gate managed to close.<br/><br/>He shook his head, even if she was a Challenger, she should have waited instead or she would miss out on something. Such as the Watchers the other three carried.<br/><br/>One of them had seemed to have wounded the Worm, no matter it was much hardier than that and now escaping would certainly be much more difficult. He shook his head and smiled, there was no way any single Challenger without any use of Psyche could take down the Worm.<br/>------<br/><br/>Aedan's hands were in full swing as he ran and he was almost certain of a wind drawing him into the portal. He leaped, a sound similar to the sound of fabric being ripped and all was white. Then black as he faded from consciousness.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>When he came to, Aedan found himself lying in a field, the grass flattened beneath himself. The sky was bare of any cloud or any sun, yet it was bright. There was a single structure floating far above the entire plain. He rolled to his feet, and saw several others doing the same some distance away. None of then were those he saw earlier in the first test.<br/><br/>++++++<br/><br/>Obadiah released the Psyche, it was a minuscule amount, but that was what he had, the thick black liquid springing into several threads to seize the beast before it landed on him. It worked, the beast was suspended in mid air for a brief moment and it was all it took for him to escape. He rolled to his feet as the sand surged towards him from the monster returning to the ground.<br/><br/>He ran, not primarily to escape but to excite and cause recklessness. The Psyche gathered in his hand as he ran, in a smooth motion, he released it, flinging it slightly forward of himself as he leaped.<br/><br/>The black substance spread into a thin oval board, as thick as paper, yet it held his weight. He began to skim over the dunes, the light growing brighter when the Worm burst up from the ground before him.<br/><br/>He tipped backwards, a black thread which fresh Psyche was released whipped away from his wrist and was sucked into the board as it zipped forward, becoming thinner and thinner like a javelin.<br/><br/>The beast was surely invincible from the outside as it was use to trial the Challengers of the first level for the many centuries he assumed, his eyes tracking the beam of Psyche as it passed the creature's maw. But surely, as with everything, its insides would be much more vulnerable.<br/><br/>The beam exploded into a thousand of darts, each coated with the creature's blood. Obadiah coughed, waving at the air to clear it of red vapour and sand before striding confidently to the exit.<br/><br/>++++++<br/><br/>Ira looked down on the plain below, soon. Very soon, the fields shall be stained in red once again. The edges of her lips, sewn together like some sort of cloth doll, lifted upwards.