[ It's strangely quiet within the maze. They're separated from the rest of the grounds by only a few feet of hay, but the noise of the festivities and the other games has become distant and unimportant. Armand can almost feel the dark power in the air, but he's curious as well as apprehensive, reassuring himself that he can just set the entire thing alight or simply fly out if he needs to.

Probably.

He's not surprised to find Iggy waiting for him as he rounds a corner, hands in the pockets of his coat, strolling along like a man with few concerns. He tilts his head as he arrives beside him, turning to follow his gaze up to the sky and the setting sun. His orange glasses glow gold and white. ]

Or a nightmare.

[ He turns his head to smile at Iggy. Just kidding. ]

We're on the cusp of darkness. Many cultures believe this is the time when the veil is thinnest. When anything is possible. Is that what you believe?