Noooooooooooooope. Dimdoor-right-the-fuck-now. To the place where he first appeared, but 10 meters up.

Now he is on the surface again. Nothing looks different here. Yet. He has a few moments before that changes.

Invisibility, never hurts, then Detect Magic again, it proved useful to notice those creatures as they appeared.

If he burns a good chunk of his available magic, he can be one kilometer away in half a minute, and while he has Fly up he can just keep targeting open air, so it's not even dangerous to target it blindly.

But that should be plan B, or even C. If the others are around he's super not leaving them here.

All the malign energy is... Being gathered towards a single point, it looks like. Like a supercooled liquid reacting as soon as something disturbs it.

Zombies, oozes, spiders, wolves, birds, and tentacle-y things, but mostly zombies, all made of blackness, begin pouring out of the steel door entrance to the underground at a steady pace. From a spot well above the ground he can see a bit more of this facility, including a number of decrepit defenses and walls, and two long rows of giant circles on the ground over that way.

Well, he really hopes that his friends were not in there. If they are... they'll probably be fine, right? The zombies get hurt by channeling, and Qhor's channels are pretty great.

Should he try and attract more attention, hoping to see if his friends can her the ruckus?

On the one hand, the best plan is to find them and get out of here before they get overwhelmed.

On the other hand, it seems like the more noise he makes, the more mildly concerning things show up.

On the mage hand, with this many relatively-weak enemies all clumped together he's really itching to...

Wait, are those birds? Fuck, he can't wait it out if they can fly!

Ok, it's time for plan F.

He grabs his Rod, then flies up a bit and waits until there is a good mass of creatures, but before the birds have a chance to get too close to him.

Aaaaany moment now.

Wait, why are the bird not flying to him?

Because he's invisible. And if he Fireballs then he won't be invisible anymore.

So throwing the best fireball of his life, with the most amount of packed, weak enemies would be a bad idea.

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Well, he has about nine more minutes before he needs to make a decision either way. Make that eight so he has margin to get Out Of Here.

Ok, plans. Plan A is to - somehow - find his party. Plan B is to wait here for eight minutes and see how the situation evolves, then dimdoor as far out as possible. Plan F is tragically not a good idea.

He gives a longing look to his rod, then puts it away.

Hey what the fuck is going on over there

Looks like a big concentration of curse waking up, yep.

I can try to send someone to check it out~?

Please do, thank you.

The facility is rather in the middle of nowhere, though. The number of kitsunes who are interested and in a convenient place, even by Spirit World highway, is limited. And monsters can form in the Spirit World around cursed places too. So it'll be a while. 

Monsters continue pouring out of the iron doors. Eventually they shove them open more fully. Bigger ones start appearing among all the little guys. The oppressive magic aura thins and thins, bound up into whatever these are.

He wants to Fireball them so badly. And yet he must resist.

He flies in a wide circle, while keeping the doors in sight as much as possible, and looking for signs of anything, especially if magic, which is not a Bad Vibes monster.

He's impatient but he knows he still has almost half his Fly duration available, and he's going to make the best use of it.

There's an Abjuration signature shaped like a disassembled suit of armor, over here. In one of the ??fort towers??. They have thick walls and firing slits and hunks of rust positioned as if they once pointed out of said firing slits, at least.

He's very curious but he can always come back later, when the place is not looking like someone spilled tar all over the place, and then the tar got angry.

He tries to call out his friends' names, then makes sure to move as much as possible to avoid attacks toward where he was standing. Well, flying. Same difference.

Noise? SWARM!!!

This is fiiiiiiiine, he's still invisible and flying. He will just... get Over There Quickly.

Is that enough to throw off the swarm?

Yeah, they're going after the last loud noise instead of directly at him.

Good good. Still a couple minutes before he needs to make a tactical retreat. Let's try a slightly wider circle, still looking for his party (but silently this time).

All the monsters begin scrambling into neat rows, all at once.

When they're mostly done, an eight foot tall humanoid figure with a smooth dome for a head, black wings, and glowing red eyes walks calmly out of the broken doors and looks out at the grid of monsters, like a noble inspecting his troops.

And then gives a speech, pacing in front of them all and voice echoing widely. Of course, Reed doesn't speak this language.

Ok, that thing flies, is smart, and there's a good chance it will be able to pinpoint him somehow.

The smart thing to do would be to just dimdoor out right now.

The thing he will actually do is...

Fireball. (Empowered with his Rod).

... eh, that's a reasonable amount of fire but he knows he can do better.

Oh, and most of the shadowy things should now be on fire.

There is a thunderous explosion on an old military facility.

All of the lesser Curses caught in the blast stop existing.

A couple of the larger variants, those mimicking bears or giant scorpions or the like, manage to hold on, engulfed in flame.

The big guy... Ignores being on fire, turns to stare directly at him, draws and points a wand(?), and fires.

A tightly focused ray of searing cyan light attempts to burn a hole through his torso.

Of course he would ignore being on fire. Monsters ignoring fire, the bane of his existence.

He tries and fails to dodge the light. The ray burns a hole clean through his robe, and then splashes harmlessly against his skin.

"Hey, I just bought this! Well. It's been a couple months now, but it's still almost new! And it was expensive!"

And Mend will fix it anyway, it's not the first time he gets hit, but it's annoyingly long to cast.

Well, you have aaaall been lovely, but he's wanted... 240 meters north-east of here. Still in the air.

Dimension Door.