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Your skin crawls and your hair bristles as a wet ‘<span class="mu-s">CRUNCH</span>’ bounces down the hall! Nevertheless, you persist… Take it easy–take it slow. You’re in the home stretch!
A distant, echoing voice reverberates across the labyrinthian corridors as you dance through the jungle of rubble at your feet, each crunch and tumble of debris threatening to give away your position!
You’re still balancing on one foot when the distant voice grows even closer–its owner’s words slurring together in a nigh-constant spew:
“<span class="mu-s">--’WEAVERS’, in the Chytree tongue, for the world they weaved! Cities sailing across the starry skies! Obsidian towers scraping the heavens! Flesh carved, ichor bubbling! CARVED! BUBBLING! CREATION!</span>”
Pain shoots through your ears as an explosion <span class="mu-i">RIPS</span> through the corridors and showers your head with a fresh layer of dust! Stumbling over a lump of debris as you struggle to maintain your balance, your body tenses as the offending piece of masonry continues to roll long after you steady yourself!
The stone trundles to a halt a few steps away as the ache in your ears and the pit in your chest grow… and grow…
Your breaths become shallower as your lungs scramble for fresh air!
… why has the sermon stopped?
You’re <span class="mu-b">ANTON PEAS</span>, and based on the tremble in your teeth and the dull rumble you feel through your feet, someone further down the tunnels just got <span class="mu-s">ROMPED!</span> Leaning against the chipped wall for support, you try not to make your unease known as the <span class="mu-s">KHORROZEH WING</span> trembles under the weight of whatever spell you just heard!
“<span class="mu-i">It would appear we aren’t the only visitors…</span>” Mutters Toppel as she grips the back of your robe tighter! “<span class="mu-i">Better them than us…</span>”
Easy for <span class="mu-i">HER</span> to say! Not even Obber seems willing to lead the charge here, but based on the events of the last few minutes you probably couldn’t help whoever was shrieking anyways… and now?
You just walk.
>CONTD.
