'My recalcitrant Reina, where art thou?!'
Ixion floated around the Catatran streets in his soul form. After a minute, he found Reina in quite the familiar storehouse.
The same one where he'd commissioned his statue to be built in front of.
'The communication headquarters.'
Ixion located Veritas' lifeless form and seized control of it. After his usual vigorous wake-up routine, he smashed through the wall and stepped out onto the cobbled streets.
It didn't take too long for every patrol in the vicinity to snap their heads to him and begin their chase.
It also didn't take too long for them to give up altogether and let the Great Veritas escape.
When the last of the patrols 'lost' him, Ixion hummed and whistled as he 'stealthily' jumped from rooftop to rooftop, until he arrived at his destination.
'Ah, how should I make my entrance?'
But before he did that, Ixion peered down at the main street the storehouse was on and noted that an area had been blocked off.
