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Baryos crouched to the flank of the elevator door, having learned that sliding doors could be a real pain in the... err... leg. The Warlock glanced at his newly replaced, real leg. The elevator was inexplicably serene, though playing a strange Golden Age musical piece.

"''You used to call me on my cell phone..." ''the musician sang through the tinny elevator speaker. Baryos found the song irritating, because a female Guardian bombarded his inbox with clips of it around Crimson Days. Baryos found Crimson Days quite dissappointing in general. Perhaps the Tower's next display would be more worthwhile.

A soft ding resounded and the song sputtered to a halt. The door opened onto a massive rooftop. Abovehead, the sandstorm had created massive amounts of friction, and lightning glowed. This storm was massive and dangerous. Baryos pulled ​the Arc Coil from Transmat, clipping it to his waist as it glowed a faint blue.

The Warlock stepped into the whipping storm.