The thanathor-how the strange creature was called-ran past the little dark beings and stopped before one of the towers then looked back at the beast,waiting for him to catch up.
Once the Serthis cauth up,the creature lowered a bit for him to climb onto its back then roose up to its full height once again once he was on its back,holding firmly onto its long queues so he won't fall off,tail coiled around its stomach.
The thanathor hopped onto the tower,its strong and sharp claws holding onto the building's wall like grappling hooks and started climbing up,taking 4-5 steps at a time,almost leaping forward,its body was glowing dull yellow much like the beast's aura while its eyes were an almost white yellow.
It soon reached a dark purple room and crawled in,stopping in the center and lowering down once more.
Rarszozs jumped off and it disolved into yellow mist,retreating back into the rune where it came from,leaving the Serthis alone in the dark room.
He looked around and saw a few doors with different signs on them.
Of all doors,he recognized his and that of the Alchemist.
Rarszozs turned to look out the window with a scowl before dissappearing into his own dream environment,nearly slamming the door shut behind him.
The sight of a never-ending jungle greeted him with fire absolutely everywhere,like the place was literally made out of it as the rivers and lakes were lava.
He noticed that same applied for him,his skin was almost golden and flickering like flames do and his hair was ivory with red where the orange was.
His eyes were a bright orange color with marigold pupils.
There were fiery sparks going off of him like he was made of fire.
The Adept turned to look up and saw a temple,closely resembling that of the Aztec.
The thanathor-how the strange creature was called-ran past the little dark beings and stopped before one of the towers then looked back at the beast,waiting for him to catch up.
Once the Serthis cauth up,the creature lowered a bit for him to climb onto its back then roose up to its full height once again once he was on its back,holding firmly onto its long queues so he won't fall off,tail coiled around its stomach.
The thanathor hopped onto the tower,its strong and sharp claws holding onto the building's wall like grappling hooks and started climbing up,taking 4-5 steps at a time,almost leaping forward,its body was glowing dull yellow much like the beast's aura while its eyes were an almost white yellow.
It soon reached a dark purple room and crawled in,stopping in the center and lowering down once more.
Rarszozs jumped off and it disolved into yellow mist,retreating back into the rune where it came from,leaving the Serthis alone in the dark room.
He looked around and saw a few doors with different signs on them.
Of all doors,he recognized his and that of the Alchemist.
Rarszozs turned to look out the window with a scowl before dissappearing into his own dream environment,nearly slamming the door shut behind him.
The sight of a never-ending jungle greeted him with fire absolutely everywhere,like the place was literally made out of it as the rivers and lakes were lava.
He noticed that same applied for him,his skin was almost golden and flickering like flames do and his hair was ivory with red where the orange was.
His eyes were a bright orange color with marigold pupils.
There were fiery sparks going off of him like he was made of fire.
The Adept turned to look up and saw a temple,closely resembling that of the Aztec.
[Tsunami blinked, turning to look at the furthest wall, where a door had appeared. She opened it, stepping onto a grass hill that was as smooth as glass. A river was winding through the land, matching the lands shiny appearance. In the sky, words appeared for a second.]
[Land Of Rivers And Reflections.]
[Deep under the lands surface, the Denizen of Blood stirred from its slumber.]
[Deep under the surface of Rars land, the Denizen of Rage started to wake from its hibernation.]
[Spades paced back and forth before raising the charm around his wrist up, allowing him to talk to his crew members. As much as he enjoyed going on a mini rampage earlier and murdering most of The Felt, he had to actually work now. Or else the Black Queen would force him to actually wear his work uniform, silly hat and all. He barked out an order for reports on the current locations of the Derse Dreamers, sending his 3 fellow agents off.]
[Tsunami blinked, turning to look at the furthest wall, where a door had appeared. She opened it, stepping onto a grass hill that was as smooth as glass. A river was winding through the land, matching the lands shiny appearance. In the sky, words appeared for a second.]
[Land Of Rivers And Reflections.]
[Deep under the lands surface, the Denizen of Blood stirred from its slumber.]
[Deep under the surface of Rars land, the Denizen of Rage started to wake from its hibernation.]
[Spades paced back and forth before raising the charm around his wrist up, allowing him to talk to his crew members. As much as he enjoyed going on a mini rampage earlier and murdering most of The Felt, he had to actually work now. Or else the Black Queen would force him to actually wear his work uniform, silly hat and all. He barked out an order for reports on the current locations of the Derse Dreamers, sending his 3 fellow agents off.]
As the Denizen stirred and moved underneath the surface,the ground started shaking and even tearing up at some parts,exposing even more lava and magma,like gaping jaws of a monster that would terrify anyone who walks through the fire jungle,but not Rarszozs.
He ignored the hissing of the flames and the shaking of the terrain,slithering towards the temple,his sign creature soon materializing beside him and calmly walking by his side as the beast continued his confident stroll.
The Adept could feel his blood boiling and adrenaline surge through his veins,burning like lava and he liked it to some extent,feeling his own rage and deep hatred roaring and hissing like enraged monsters,ready to tear down anything and everything that dares to step in their path.
He was well aware that the damn dragon responsible for all his rage was long gone or at least was supposed to be but that doesn't stop him from piling up his fury.
Fire,rage,blood thirst,desire for revenge,they weren't alien feelings to him at all,in fact-he accepts them and embraces them fully with open arms.Not only that but he also uses all these emotions to constantly push onward when all seem lost forever,to get incredible strength to fight no matter what to achieve his goal and show all who dare to challenge him to see that he is in charge and he is the one who is stronger than anyone else.
After all there is one simple rule to this world- Survival of the fittest,where the strong ones live and the weaklings do not oftentimes make it for long enough to become stronger.
As the Denizen stirred and moved underneath the surface,the ground started shaking and even tearing up at some parts,exposing even more lava and magma,like gaping jaws of a monster that would terrify anyone who walks through the fire jungle,but not Rarszozs.
He ignored the hissing of the flames and the shaking of the terrain,slithering towards the temple,his sign creature soon materializing beside him and calmly walking by his side as the beast continued his confident stroll.
The Adept could feel his blood boiling and adrenaline surge through his veins,burning like lava and he liked it to some extent,feeling his own rage and deep hatred roaring and hissing like enraged monsters,ready to tear down anything and everything that dares to step in their path.
He was well aware that the damn dragon responsible for all his rage was long gone or at least was supposed to be but that doesn't stop him from piling up his fury.
Fire,rage,blood thirst,desire for revenge,they weren't alien feelings to him at all,in fact-he accepts them and embraces them fully with open arms.Not only that but he also uses all these emotions to constantly push onward when all seem lost forever,to get incredible strength to fight no matter what to achieve his goal and show all who dare to challenge him to see that he is in charge and he is the one who is stronger than anyone else.
After all there is one simple rule to this world- Survival of the fittest,where the strong ones live and the weaklings do not oftentimes make it for long enough to become stronger.
[The Denizen Of Rage started to claw its way to the surface, using its many sets of lizard like limbs to drag its more snake like body out of the long dead volcano it had been trapped in, turning its gaze to the rest of the land. It had festured under the lands surface for so long, it's self hatred turning into a hatred of those it used to consider it's friends and family. It roared, it's double set of mouths open wide as it let the whole galaxy know it was awake once more as words formed above the land.]
[Land Of Forests And Flames.]
[The Denizen Of Blood hissed, sensing the awakening of his friend, one who went mad so long ago. He remembered back just a few years ago when they all silently agreed, waking to allow a bit of their power to slip away, before growing tired once more. How they all let a bit of them leave, becoming new dragons, ones who perhaps would learn from their mistakes and set things straight.]
[He remembered that his Dragon was named Vantas.]
[And The Denizen Of Rage remembered that his Dragon was named Makara.]
[The Denizen Of Rage started to claw its way to the surface, using its many sets of lizard like limbs to drag its more snake like body out of the long dead volcano it had been trapped in, turning its gaze to the rest of the land. It had festured under the lands surface for so long, it's self hatred turning into a hatred of those it used to consider it's friends and family. It roared, it's double set of mouths open wide as it let the whole galaxy know it was awake once more as words formed above the land.]
[Land Of Forests And Flames.]
[The Denizen Of Blood hissed, sensing the awakening of his friend, one who went mad so long ago. He remembered back just a few years ago when they all silently agreed, waking to allow a bit of their power to slip away, before growing tired once more. How they all let a bit of them leave, becoming new dragons, ones who perhaps would learn from their mistakes and set things straight.]
[He remembered that his Dragon was named Vantas.]
[And The Denizen Of Rage remembered that his Dragon was named Makara.]
The deep rumbling roar of the Denizen made Rarszozs halt in his tracks right before the temple's entrance and turn his head towards the volcano.
His expression was strangely calm and unfaised like the creature roaring from said volcano wasn't an all powerful being that can wipe out countless of armies with just a snapp of their fingers but a regular little lizard that meant totally nothing and wasn't worth worring about at all.
The gound kept shacking.
Back with Jevudhat things weren't peaceful anymore as his dream environment fell into absolute chaos with the Denizen's roar making the lake splash around uncontrollably,the trees were hanging on their really strong roots,almost snapping in half by the sheer force.
The Alchemist whirled around,worry,confusion and fear clear on his face as he tried to keep his balance on the shacky stone plate while also trying to remain on said stone so he won't get swept away by the furious tidal waves that were rising up to terrifying heights then crashing down right onto the runic stone.
Nactis nearly fell from her platform when the jungle started shaking and tearing apart at some places.
She clawed desperately at the stone plate in attempt to climb back up,flaring her wings and flapping them furiously like she was fighting with really strong winds.
After a significant amount of struggling,she finally managed to crawl back onto the platform and was currently laying flat on it with her claws driven deep into the stone.
The deep rumbling roar of the Denizen made Rarszozs halt in his tracks right before the temple's entrance and turn his head towards the volcano.
His expression was strangely calm and unfaised like the creature roaring from said volcano wasn't an all powerful being that can wipe out countless of armies with just a snapp of their fingers but a regular little lizard that meant totally nothing and wasn't worth worring about at all.
The gound kept shacking.
Back with Jevudhat things weren't peaceful anymore as his dream environment fell into absolute chaos with the Denizen's roar making the lake splash around uncontrollably,the trees were hanging on their really strong roots,almost snapping in half by the sheer force.
The Alchemist whirled around,worry,confusion and fear clear on his face as he tried to keep his balance on the shacky stone plate while also trying to remain on said stone so he won't get swept away by the furious tidal waves that were rising up to terrifying heights then crashing down right onto the runic stone.
Nactis nearly fell from her platform when the jungle started shaking and tearing apart at some places.
She clawed desperately at the stone plate in attempt to climb back up,flaring her wings and flapping them furiously like she was fighting with really strong winds.
After a significant amount of struggling,she finally managed to crawl back onto the platform and was currently laying flat on it with her claws driven deep into the stone.
[Tsunami gasped, turning to look at the sky, just barely hearing a roar from a distant planet. She darts back through the door to Derse, slamming it shut behind her.]
[The Denizen Of Doom opened its first set of eyes, keeping the rest closed for now as it raised its head. Rage was awake, it seemed. Ouroborus remained where it was, knowing that Jevudhat could find Ouroborus on his own. Besides, not all chose to attack the denizens to gain their power, most simply God tiered. Though if Jevudhat didn't get back to his God tier platform in the center of Prospit before the timer ran out, he would have to die on the God tier platform in this land to reach God tier. That, or make a deal with Ouroborus.]
[Words formed in the sky above the lake.]
[Land Of Tides And Tunnels.]
[Strider nearly crashed into the wall, making a rather ungraceful entrance as he hurried to Vantas's side. The hatchling was clutching his head, gasping and sobbing, clearly shaken up. He couldn't quite say why, but he did remember bits from his dream, for now just letting Strider try to comfort him.]
[The Denizen Of Rage lowered its head, snapping at the villages clustered at the bottom of the volcano. The inhabitants, little wolf like creatures, desperately fled, some tossing little wooden spears at the Denizen with no luck.]
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[Tsunami gasped, turning to look at the sky, just barely hearing a roar from a distant planet. She darts back through the door to Derse, slamming it shut behind her.]
[The Denizen Of Doom opened its first set of eyes, keeping the rest closed for now as it raised its head. Rage was awake, it seemed. Ouroborus remained where it was, knowing that Jevudhat could find Ouroborus on his own. Besides, not all chose to attack the denizens to gain their power, most simply God tiered. Though if Jevudhat didn't get back to his God tier platform in the center of Prospit before the timer ran out, he would have to die on the God tier platform in this land to reach God tier. That, or make a deal with Ouroborus.]
[Words formed in the sky above the lake.]
[Land Of Tides And Tunnels.]
[Strider nearly crashed into the wall, making a rather ungraceful entrance as he hurried to Vantas's side. The hatchling was clutching his head, gasping and sobbing, clearly shaken up. He couldn't quite say why, but he did remember bits from his dream, for now just letting Strider try to comfort him.]
[The Denizen Of Rage lowered its head, snapping at the villages clustered at the bottom of the volcano. The inhabitants, little wolf like creatures, desperately fled, some tossing little wooden spears at the Denizen with no luck.]
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Another round of tidal waves crashed down,sweeping the beast off the platform this time.
He fought against the water and tried to keep his head above the surface so that he can breathe but it was like fate and his own dream environment were against him.Still despite that he kept kicking and attempting to keep himself above the water,unfortunately he was getting weaker and weaker the more he struggles until eventually he couldn't keep it up anymore and slowly started sinking down to the lake's unknown depths.
The rune on his hand started glowing illuminating the area around him,his sign creature materializing before him.
It soon started glowing the color of his aura,its body shifting and changing,turning into a dragon closely resembling an Imperial except it had brown and white paint like markings over its body with dark feathery wings-the croy has reached their mountain and has passed on to their final stage-pure imperial.
It snatched the Alchemist and launched itself into the air,dark plumage shining gold in the never fully setting sun.
It soon reached the door to the dream environment and passed right through much like a ghost,flying out of the tower's window and moving through the crowd with grace,wooshing past the tiny beings with ease as it made its journey to the center of the odd planet while carrying the unconscious beast in it hand.
It moved with speed,rivaling that of the light itself,its glowing eyes trained ahead.
Within seconds it was at the center of Prospit,gently lowering Jevudhat onto the ground and hovering a few meters above him.
Not the best arrival but at least he was where he should be in order to awaken and reach full potential,even though he may be a little frightened by his new powers.
After all,let's not forget that he has just became aware of things such as aspects,titles,dream selves and dream environments so he was still fairly new to this kind of things.
Another round of tidal waves crashed down,sweeping the beast off the platform this time.
He fought against the water and tried to keep his head above the surface so that he can breathe but it was like fate and his own dream environment were against him.Still despite that he kept kicking and attempting to keep himself above the water,unfortunately he was getting weaker and weaker the more he struggles until eventually he couldn't keep it up anymore and slowly started sinking down to the lake's unknown depths.
The rune on his hand started glowing illuminating the area around him,his sign creature materializing before him.
It soon started glowing the color of his aura,its body shifting and changing,turning into a dragon closely resembling an Imperial except it had brown and white paint like markings over its body with dark feathery wings-the croy has reached their mountain and has passed on to their final stage-pure imperial.
It snatched the Alchemist and launched itself into the air,dark plumage shining gold in the never fully setting sun.
It soon reached the door to the dream environment and passed right through much like a ghost,flying out of the tower's window and moving through the crowd with grace,wooshing past the tiny beings with ease as it made its journey to the center of the odd planet while carrying the unconscious beast in it hand.
It moved with speed,rivaling that of the light itself,its glowing eyes trained ahead.
Within seconds it was at the center of Prospit,gently lowering Jevudhat onto the ground and hovering a few meters above him.
Not the best arrival but at least he was where he should be in order to awaken and reach full potential,even though he may be a little frightened by his new powers.
After all,let's not forget that he has just became aware of things such as aspects,titles,dream selves and dream environments so he was still fairly new to this kind of things.
[Pyrope landed on her platform, deciding not to voice her questions about the odd beast, dragon, or timer. As said timer hit just a few minutes left the core started to rumble, green cracks appearing and spreading. As the timer hit 0, there was a bright flash of light.]
[And a massive explosion broke Prospit down to rubble.]
[Needless to say, the explosion killed all dream selves on Prospit. A delightful little box did appear above their actual bodies, just long enough to read before disappearing.]
God Tier Platforms unlocked!
[In the Land Of Tides And Tunnels, a new tunnel opened, leading to an empty chamber with a platform that matched the one on Prospit, in the Land Of Rivers And Reflections, a platform appeared on the top of the highest hill, and a platform appeared in the trunk of a giant empty tree on Pyrope's land. ]
[A blinding light did come from the rubble, however. While none of the other dream selves had god tiered due to their other bodies still being alive, Serket's had passed due to her wounds.]
[Her normal wings has been replaced with that of a moth or butterfly, big enough to let her fly but still being small enough to not be a hassle. She had gained bright orange colored bandages around her limbs and waist, matching the pale yellow outfit. She also had a bright yellow, sun like symbol on both her chest and her outfit, as well as her right eye having regained its 8 pupils.]
[The Thief Of Life has rose.]
[Pyrope landed on her platform, deciding not to voice her questions about the odd beast, dragon, or timer. As said timer hit just a few minutes left the core started to rumble, green cracks appearing and spreading. As the timer hit 0, there was a bright flash of light.]
[And a massive explosion broke Prospit down to rubble.]
[Needless to say, the explosion killed all dream selves on Prospit. A delightful little box did appear above their actual bodies, just long enough to read before disappearing.]
God Tier Platforms unlocked!
[In the Land Of Tides And Tunnels, a new tunnel opened, leading to an empty chamber with a platform that matched the one on Prospit, in the Land Of Rivers And Reflections, a platform appeared on the top of the highest hill, and a platform appeared in the trunk of a giant empty tree on Pyrope's land. ]
[A blinding light did come from the rubble, however. While none of the other dream selves had god tiered due to their other bodies still being alive, Serket's had passed due to her wounds.]
[Her normal wings has been replaced with that of a moth or butterfly, big enough to let her fly but still being small enough to not be a hassle. She had gained bright orange colored bandages around her limbs and waist, matching the pale yellow outfit. She also had a bright yellow, sun like symbol on both her chest and her outfit, as well as her right eye having regained its 8 pupils.]
[The Thief Of Life has rose.]
The planet exploded to bits and the dragon chriped in alarm then proceeded to wrap its feathery wings around the unconsious beast but...something about the being was slightly off.
When you look at the runestone on the Alchemist's hand,you would see that the stone was cracked and damaged just a little bit,however same couldn't be said for his body.
Sure,the explosion did wipe out all dream selves but it didn't wipe out those who have runestones on them,thing is-the rune is a direct connection to both reality and dream-the consiousness of the being,an extremely important element.
It is safe to say that he was stuck in some sort of limbo,with the land of Tides and tunnels now being the only place that he can go to.
If the runestone gets badly damaged,so would the person's mind and when the stone breacks completely-that's when the person would die for real in both worlds at the same time.
Jevudhat's body was terribly damaged,with large chunks of skin being burnt severely as well as bones jutting out at some places and half of his tail was missing again like someone had torn it apart,his rune was still pretty much still intact-save for the little crack on one side but it appeared really old rather than recent.
The explosion woke him up,the urge to survive and stay alive making him try to get up,his vision was awfully blurry as if he was completely blind and unable to see properly.
His ears were ringing and he was bleeding rivers as he dragged himself back to his tower,reling solely on sense of touch and smell as well as his arms to suport his weight for long enough.
The journey back to the tower was simply awful as he kept limping without really knowing where he was really headed.
His sign creature soon snatched him off the ground and flew off towards the tower,passing through the walls and entering the dream envoirment-The land of tides and tunnels.
It gently lowered him down onto the runic platform in the center of the lake then remained above the unconsious beast,hovering in the air.
The rune on his hand flickered once then faded back to normal.
Jevudhat woke up,feeling his body was awfully stiff at the joints and hurt everywhere as if he had been hauled down the tallest mountain ever one can possibly imagine,burnt to a crisp and ran over by a truck for a good measure.Thankfully the injuries are just phantom ones,a.k.a they are just a really nasty feeling,not a real damage-not in the real world at least.
The land shook once again,causing the Adept to scowl-this wasn't a Denizen,since they were already out and busy with some unfortunate wolf villigers-this was different.
Suddenly he got the urge to visit Prospit or at least what was left from it,something must have happened for the ground to shacke like this.
He turned back to the temple and entered,hurriedly going up the stairs that were leading to the fourth floor.
Once there he immediately rushed to a portal like thing and hopped through,landing on the platform.
What he saw made him recoil in shock,fear and most of all-concern.
He slithered over to the severely damaged beast and lowered himself,falling to his knees-if he had any that is-running one of his hands through the other's hair gently while tearing up slightly.
He reminded himself that this was all just a dream,no-a nightmare-and it wasn't real,still,even then it still hurt to some extent.
He shook his head and stood up then went back to his own envoirment.
Rarszozs passed out on the temple's platform as soon as he came back from his visit and woke up in the real world.
The planet exploded to bits and the dragon chriped in alarm then proceeded to wrap its feathery wings around the unconsious beast but...something about the being was slightly off.
When you look at the runestone on the Alchemist's hand,you would see that the stone was cracked and damaged just a little bit,however same couldn't be said for his body.
Sure,the explosion did wipe out all dream selves but it didn't wipe out those who have runestones on them,thing is-the rune is a direct connection to both reality and dream-the consiousness of the being,an extremely important element.
It is safe to say that he was stuck in some sort of limbo,with the land of Tides and tunnels now being the only place that he can go to.
If the runestone gets badly damaged,so would the person's mind and when the stone breacks completely-that's when the person would die for real in both worlds at the same time.
Jevudhat's body was terribly damaged,with large chunks of skin being burnt severely as well as bones jutting out at some places and half of his tail was missing again like someone had torn it apart,his rune was still pretty much still intact-save for the little crack on one side but it appeared really old rather than recent.
The explosion woke him up,the urge to survive and stay alive making him try to get up,his vision was awfully blurry as if he was completely blind and unable to see properly.
His ears were ringing and he was bleeding rivers as he dragged himself back to his tower,reling solely on sense of touch and smell as well as his arms to suport his weight for long enough.
The journey back to the tower was simply awful as he kept limping without really knowing where he was really headed.
His sign creature soon snatched him off the ground and flew off towards the tower,passing through the walls and entering the dream envoirment-The land of tides and tunnels.
It gently lowered him down onto the runic platform in the center of the lake then remained above the unconsious beast,hovering in the air.
The rune on his hand flickered once then faded back to normal.
Jevudhat woke up,feeling his body was awfully stiff at the joints and hurt everywhere as if he had been hauled down the tallest mountain ever one can possibly imagine,burnt to a crisp and ran over by a truck for a good measure.Thankfully the injuries are just phantom ones,a.k.a they are just a really nasty feeling,not a real damage-not in the real world at least.
The land shook once again,causing the Adept to scowl-this wasn't a Denizen,since they were already out and busy with some unfortunate wolf villigers-this was different.
Suddenly he got the urge to visit Prospit or at least what was left from it,something must have happened for the ground to shacke like this.
He turned back to the temple and entered,hurriedly going up the stairs that were leading to the fourth floor.
Once there he immediately rushed to a portal like thing and hopped through,landing on the platform.
What he saw made him recoil in shock,fear and most of all-concern.
He slithered over to the severely damaged beast and lowered himself,falling to his knees-if he had any that is-running one of his hands through the other's hair gently while tearing up slightly.
He reminded himself that this was all just a dream,no-a nightmare-and it wasn't real,still,even then it still hurt to some extent.
He shook his head and stood up then went back to his own envoirment.
Rarszozs passed out on the temple's platform as soon as he came back from his visit and woke up in the real world.
[Serket blinked, adjusting to the odd changes. While she wasn't too alarmed by the future vision, or the odd wings, the light she gave off certainly was jarring. Shaking it off, she flew to the remains of her tower, only to realize that her other body was no more. She huffed, landing on an ancient circular platform to think, only for it to transport her to a similar one in a cave a few miles from the clan.]
[Spades barked another round of orders to his group, mood growing worse by the second. What was that bright light, he asked. Diamonds Droog said that Prospit had just exploded. Spades said oh.]
[Spades groaned, realizing that now he had to go tell the Black Queen the news. Bluh bluh. He tells his band of merry idiots to send the ridiculous bunny familiar that Clubs Deuce got to go see what was left of Prospit. Maybe the White Queen's ring would still be there. Maybe. Spades was getting sick of the higher ups again and getting his hands on a Queen's Ring would do nicely in terms of being able to murder things.]
[Serket blinked, adjusting to the odd changes. While she wasn't too alarmed by the future vision, or the odd wings, the light she gave off certainly was jarring. Shaking it off, she flew to the remains of her tower, only to realize that her other body was no more. She huffed, landing on an ancient circular platform to think, only for it to transport her to a similar one in a cave a few miles from the clan.]
[Spades barked another round of orders to his group, mood growing worse by the second. What was that bright light, he asked. Diamonds Droog said that Prospit had just exploded. Spades said oh.]
[Spades groaned, realizing that now he had to go tell the Black Queen the news. Bluh bluh. He tells his band of merry idiots to send the ridiculous bunny familiar that Clubs Deuce got to go see what was left of Prospit. Maybe the White Queen's ring would still be there. Maybe. Spades was getting sick of the higher ups again and getting his hands on a Queen's Ring would do nicely in terms of being able to murder things.]
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