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The guard shrugged, apparently not too bothered by a person in an animal mask cracking a whip at him. “That’s above my pay grade.”

The man didn’t dignify Galaxian’s outburst with a response. Instead, he turned to face the tourists. “It appears we’re going to have to cut this short. Make your way to the arena,” he growled, stalking out of the building.

The mortals shuffled out to the exit. Orphos moved with them, but as soon as they were outside, he peeled off from the group and started to walk briskly in the opposite direction of the arena.

The guards with Galaxian also left the building out of a different exit, escorting him to the arena. They didn’t speak.