No one showed up. A long time passed after the chaos gate signaled the presence of a new player and the room with 11H went deathly quiet. 

It was the calm before the storm.

Booom!

The walls rattled. A wave of debris fell from the ceiling, smattering the register with a cloud of dust. Props tumbled and shattered. And all the while, explosions continued somewhere outside, causing new tremors.

Suddenly, a segment of the north-facing wall of the room turned orange-red, as if it were rapidly melting—a meteor-like fireball blasted through the next second.

It was deafening.

The fireball flew across the room and struck the wall opposite with a groan. 

Ingine stared dumbly at the trail of fire on the ground before he rolled out of the wall he'd just crashed into, his chest hitting the floor with a loud, armored clatter. Turning his face, he glanced over his shoulder at the human-shaped imprint on the wall and the similar trail of fire outlining it. 

He rubbed his battered face with a tired sigh before a stream of alerts clamored next to his ear. 

You've been [burned]!
You've been [crippled]!
You are now [vulnerable]!

...At least I'm still alive, he sighed.

And then he went still.

There was movement nearby. Someone...?

Ingine turned over, looking for the source of the sound, and quickly spotted 11H. His face distorted with a grimace.

"!?"

Before he could say anything, another fireball could be seen hurling toward their location, its blinding light painting the room orange through the hole in the wall.

"Take cover!"

Ingine scrambled and lunged toward 11H, possibly tackling him down if he stood up like an idiot, or just ducking for cover behind the same register the other had been hiding in.

Velten leapt down from the sky, colorful robes fluttering gracefully through the gaping hole in the wall. The crackle of lingering, stray fires on the shelves and destroy-enabled props was loud enough to mask her light steps, but subtlety was the last thing on the young woman's mind. She turned this way and that amidst the wreckage, her frantic, blue gaze unable to steady on any one thing in the room.

"Ingine...!"

She butted things aside with her staff; the humongous, exquisitely-carved high-tier weapon made a surprisingly good broom.

"You're wrong, Ingine," She sniffled.

"Don't do this." Her eyes became watery.

Struggling to keep her composure, Velten didn't even bother to thoroughly comb through the area. She simply turned and jumped back out into the sky, out of the view of the people inside.

Out in the open, Velten's eyes turned fierce suddenly.

"You're not getting away."

Indistinct flashes of binary code flickered through her blue eyes before she spread her arms dramatically.

The field trembled one last time, followed by a brief surge of static. An unsettling notification scrolled past everyone's screen.

[Gate Out has been disabled!]