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In fact, Astrid would have no dreams at all. Not until something resonated through her aura, stinging gently against the Shadows. There was a sound, a voice too difficult to make out, just at the edge of consciousness. What happened? Her memory was slow—it had been coming back to her slower...

“Well,” Astrid muttered, “impaired or not, I hope they’re friendly.” Even if they were—Giovanni was possibly there as well! They could collectively knock out Team Drumstick with little issue, Astrid was certain. Giovanni… well, who knew. They likely wouldn’t find out until he struck first. She...

As luck would have it, Astrid had already been waiting in the lobby when the call went out. The masses packed into the room within minutes, by which she had moved over to stand by her closest allies. “That’s odd,” she commented offhandedly at Maple. “If Team Drumstick is being controlled...