Minotaurs inside a maze

A grin splits your face as the stranger answers. You nod in response to his demand, not at all put off by his demeanor. He is yours now, yours, an ally, the first of his kind. But with him, you realize: there could be more. Maybe not now, but eventually. You could find others. You could bring them together. You could become teeth to crush the Rift between. “Follow me,” you intone, and without another word you turn. You don't have a base of operation yet, or even anything like a home, but you can take him from the Portal and show him somewhere relatively safe. Explain to him what little else you know, if he wishes. Your strides are firm and certain as you leave. countdown to selfdestruct

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