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Obsidian shakes Dorado's hand... Dorado feels an odd surge of energy going through him, as the lids of Obsidian's gasmask begin to glow red.

Obsidian: My pleasure, sir.

Two black wings generate out of Obsidian's back, and as Dorado blinks, he's gone, without a trace.