"Unhand the Princess." A voice cuts through the silence of the hospital hallway the instant that Gyre sets foot inside it. He didn't even get the chance to find a doctor, or even see a doctor. Instead, it's just the empty lobby with the Protector standing dead center in the middle of it.

Is this a boss arena?

He reaches down to pull his blade free of its scabbard and uh. It's probably the most terrifying thing Gyre's ever seen? It's probably the most terrifying thing anyone has seen. The blade looks like a rip in reality, like someone took a pair of scissors to the space it occupies and snipped away the layer to reveal something underneath. The place underneath looks like space just as much as it looks like hellfire. It's a terrifying mass of colors and impossible shapes that promise only beauty and pain. Whether he's moving the blade or keeping it still, the space beyond keeps spinning its promise of divine retribution.

"It is no pleasure of mine to meet you, traitor to this world. Consider your status as a knight revoked as of this moment." He lifts his blade to point it directly towards Gyre.

"I know you align yourself with the Wizard. Give up and I will be merciful."