"Oh?" Though surprised, he wasn't loud, and the fog dampened the sound enough not to alert the burgeoning Nightmare-to-be. Even so, Errant lowered his voice. "Preeeetty cool. Now, this is something I can work with."

When their connecting cave opened up into the large, cemeterial cavern where the Nightmare was taking shape, Dreamer Errant all but disappeared among the graves. That wasn't Dreamer magic at work, but years of training and experience in... well, some field that required stealth and intense bodily self-control, apparently. The way his voice floated back to Ango with no source visible in the foggy, eddying dark was eerie.

"I'll make my way around and hit it from above, if you have no objections, Deca-san."