Corvus glared at the blank wall for a few seconds before clicking his tongue in annoyance. He turned on his heels and began to march down the corridor, taking the golden bracer from Astra as she held it out to him.
It let out a soft click as he slotted it onto his forearm before resizing itself to fit him perfectly. Focusing entirely on the bracer, he fiddled with it absentmindedly as he walked, completely ignoring the other people in the infinite motel corridor alongside him.
"Where the hell do you think you are going?"
Xander, the gun toting American, staggered to his feet with his hand still firmly pressed against the stab wound on his side. His face twisted with pain and anger as he stared at Corvus' back with an incredulous expression.
"Home." Corvus answered matter-of-factly, causing a few of the others to glance at each other in confusion and panic. Astra patted Woe on the shoulder, ushering him along as they started to leave together.
