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Zekron floats back just in time to avoid the pillar shooting up out of the ground directly in front of him. Letting out a dry tsk, he takes note of the combat occurring in the distance. Shaking his head, he snaps his bony fingers and teleports back to the plane he was in hours earlier.

"Suppose I should give this place a name." He muttered as he found himself in the midst of the blue-hued, rock-filled void once again. "Hmm. Sadrenheel will work." Nodding to himself, Zekron strode over to his phylactery and opened in dimensions through which he kept an eye on events unfolding in the arena.