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"Do you know somewhere nice nearby?" Galaxian asked Ishmael abruptly. I have a feeling there's more of them out there. That's not good, he thought to himself. Looking more at the bodies, he contemplated for a second, before making a slight waving motion with his hand. A gust of something similar to wind, but not quite, blew through the air towards the invisible deity.