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Hashmal stood before the altar, there, the dreaded blade floated, just moments from her grasp. She dropped the soulblade to the side, and lifted Abur into the air.

"Now the end of Darcath has come!" She held the blade aloft to hear its voice...

The blade suddenly began to wobble, as if struggling to escape her grip. Instead of words, it began to warble, ending in a squawk of alarm. Hashmal glared at the blade above her, as something smacked her in the face.

She awoke to the frantic screeching of her latest minion, who's arm had hit her. She had grabbed his leg in her sleep, and now had him suspended ten feet above the floor, much to the bird-man's dismay.

"You insolent moron! I told you not to sleep near me!" Zackary merely made a noise through his beak. "I didn't revive you for comforting, I brought you back to strike at our enemies!"

Hashmal released him, although the poor creature still fell a good three feet to the stony floor. It scrambled to gather the blades.

"You will not be using those, bird... I managed to gather something from a battle not to far from here." Hashmal lifted up a staff that Zackary recognized immediately. it was the one he had arrived with!

"It was on the body of a man wrapped in brown cloth who smelled of death. I never got his name, but he led a force against me before we met." Hashmal waited for some sort of recognition from her companion, but ended up with none. apparently the bird had no clue who it had been either.

"Bird, I have devised a plan to reach Sinalta. This city seems to be held aloft by these engines..." The Draon pointed out the massive metal structures around the cave. "These ones here hold up the reptilian district. We're going to create a makeshift aircraft. I need you to get me one of the devices the guards in the city have to make voices louder..." The Draon moved over to the engines and smacked one to an angle. "I'll prepare things down here..."

Zackary rushed to the city surface to grab a megaphone. If what the Draon's plan was what he suspected, lives could be on the line if he didn't do so...

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Zackary:
Hashmal: Mine