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The mine is empty, now. The only things that remain are the empty shells that once encased the obelisks, strewn about like rubble. However, if one were to look closely, they would notice the single remaining obelisk in the very darkest corner, forgotten in the excitement and still trapped in it's mold.

The stone cracks, finally, and the obelisk is released. She falls to the floor in a huff, scrambling on new legs, her wings flapping to stabilize herself. Deciding her legs are far to shaky to stand on yet, she sits, looking around with mild confusion.

Where is everyone?

She is...alone. Weren't there more? Yes--yes, she remembers now. There were many, He had made many. They'd been...found. A group. Four? Maybe.

She groans, laying down and placing her paws over her face. Why was she alone? Had they left her? That's the only thing she can think of that makes sense, but why would they leave her?