"I've no witch's knack," she admits. "But it's been in my upbringing, like a science. It's used far too often by our enemies." And so she needs to be able to recognize it, counter it - break it, if needed; she doesn't consider alchemy magic (because it isn't), so she doesn't bother to mention that she practices that, spells aside.

There are two doors in this new room, though, both at the back of the room, on opposite walls. Integra passes by them to look at the doorknobs and listen, though she doesn't open either just yet. Instead, she paces back to the original door, and looks out at the ants, who've carried on as if they're now invisible to them. Perhaps they are. She closes the door halfway, and stops to look at the mark drawn on the back. For a while she says nothing.

"This is the same mark that was on the creatures that attacked us in weeks past."