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The psychotic pearlcatcher seems to be gaining rapidly on Onyx and Shou, cackling hysterically. "What's the matter!? I only want to-"
Thunder rumbled through the sky, and a cool breeze ruffled the undergrowth. The ground even seemed to shake with the loudness of the thunder. The pearlcatcher skidded to a halt, and stared up at the sky. "Now!?" He cast a glance at the pearlcatcher and spiral. A twisted grin grew onto his face. "Hahaha... I hope you've already dug your shelters!" With that, he whipped around and bolted back in the direction of the pearl.
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Lipizzara Sarquael
Archimedes looked at the injured fluffydragon with pity. He wasn't sure if it was a coatl or a tundra he was looking at, but the stench of blood filled his sensitive nostrils.
"The water is not toxic. The layer of foam above it is, but it does not mix with the water beneath it." He whispered softly, ignoring the other dragon's hostile tone.
"Things are not
fine here." Archimedes said. "Wheatley is well aware of this dragon's injury, and he's... not the most patient dragon in the world." He sighed.
"If the dragon dies, you will be magically transported to another realm. There are... four five... six of you? That makes five realms. Four apart from this one."
The ridgeback looked at the skies anxiously. "There's another way through the realms without you having to kill. The victor gets to go back to Wheatley's cave. There's, say, a tunnel of sorts through the realms... a portal that can take you to the other four realms. If you pass through all of the realms, you'll end up in the victory garden."
As Archimedes spoke, it was obvious he was growing more anxious. "The ambassador... he can open the tunnel for you. I am merely a tribute... Riddle holds some of Wheatley's magic." He shrunk away from the other dragons.
"He's a pearlcatcher. Get the pearl, and you've got him by the pearls." He smiled at his own
pathetic joke, but it was short lived.
"Wheatley's vision makes mine look like that of a Fuiran's. You have a short amount of time before he realizes what happened, but after that, he'll be on you. He'll send his ambassadors after you."
Suddenly thunder cracked, practically shaking the ground. Archimedes lowered himself to the ground, his yellow eyes bulging in terror. "Run! The water's safe, but the rain will melt the flesh off of your bones!" With that, he slunk away quickly, occasionally bouncing off of trees.