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shredding her from the inside. A wing fluttered over her face like a shroud as
she collapsed, hands clutching her stomach. The warm life-blood spilled over
her hands, broken edges of flesh and sinew slid between her fingers. She'd
felt that warmth on her hands many times before as a healer, but never her
own...
Fall-From-Grace uttered a prayer as the darkness claimed her, drowning her
murmurs in whispers: the rattle of chains, the coarse laughter of the
cornugons. She prayed, but her thoughts were becoming too thin to imagine
what for.
~~~~~
I re-coalesced, body tingling as it was rebuilt bit by bit. The surroundings
were unfamiliar, even when the dizziness faded. My head pounded, my
vision swam. Worse still the bleak song echoed through the halls, and the
shadows swarmed.
So many of them, hunting me down as if they'd caught my scent. I couldn't
flee now that they knew where I was. There was no recourse then... a snarl
bared my teeth, and I focused. Storms of lightning weaved down the halls,
showers of acid sprayed down corridors. No shadow was left untouched,
and they shrieked in fury as they died. A hundred of these would willingly
die to lay one wound, and this tenacity made them even more dangerous.
I ran through the Fortress, its walls scarred with electricity and cobbles
sizzling with corrosion. The heat faded from beneath my boots quickly as I
stepped through the cleared chamber, up to the next war relic. Again the
odd panel, the puzzle of levers and switches. I searched frantically for the
marked lever, and quietly uttered a thanks to my former incarnation for
figuring the damn thing out for me. I didn't have a moment to spare.
The 'X'-marked lever disintegrated at my touch, faded into mist. I knew what
to expect now and took a deep breath. The wave of dizziness overtook me
again as the walls began to fade.
"Where am I going n-"
~~~~~
Cobbled regrets crunched beneath his boots as Dak'kon sped through the
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