"And now," Grixis continued as he moved toward the door, Molkir moving out of his way as he did. "Our greatest goal is within our reach." [i]"The destruction of The Traveler. It is ready then?"[/i] She asked. What was she talking about? What was ready? "Yes." He responded. As he walked past Molkir and was almost at the door. Anaxis had to know more. He moved to follow Grixis and Molkir, but he stopped in place when Grixis suddenly stopped at the door. "[i]What is it?"[/i] Molkir asked. Grixis gave no response, but he instead slowly looked over his shoulder back into the room. Staring right at him. Could he see them? Or feel them? His suspicions only grew when Grixis turned back toward them and slowly walked toward him. Molkir only watched him, confused at what he was doing but didn't dare question him. He kept walking, staring at where he was, never straying away or blinking, as if whatever it was would disappear if he did. Then he stopped, right in front of him. He towered over Anaxis, where he was once eye level with him, now only stood up to his chest. Grixis wasn't looking at him, instead looking above him, that he was thankful for. Grixis looked over to where Alice stood, stared for a moment, then looked opposite toward Garuud. What felt like an eternity went by, as they all practically held their breath for what Grixis would do. But whatever it was that had his attention, apparently had no interest to him any longer, then walked toward and out the door at last, Molkir following close behind.