[Well. That was a good question, was it not? He did not expect anything else from the warder. And the answer is damning. With his absence, his wrested control over Asphodelos was moot. In response, his head lowers and he finds his hand drawing close to his chin. His eyes lower, and, outwardly at least, he is contemplative... yet he is calm.

His voice belies absolutely none of Erichthonios' anxiety. Not even an inch of it leaves him... But it is felt. Most assuredly, it is felt.]

... It is well that you were diligent. You interred a good portion of the still-roaming creatures before we were spirited here. I am confident the original seal I placed at the entrance should suffice to hold what remains.

[Providing nothing changed. It is one thing to have magick repel the handful of flawed creations that had evaded Erichthonios' chains until now by the virtue of prioritization- of interring the most dangerous first.

But were Abyssos to open...
Were the seal to be tested from the other side...
Were the dread beast to rise...]

...For now. Erichthonios-

[His head rises, and he finds himself looking to him.]

I would prefer to be honest. I think it a matter of time until it breaks. Therefore, it is crucial we find a means to reverse what brought us here.