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Mirova rose an eyebrow at Aisha. "Okay... I'll help you," The Mir nodded, grabbing Aisha's hand. "But... you're gonna have to learn to... not lie, but embellish the truth. Mirova glanced to Musa, who mentioned the danger to the others. At her words another bang was heard from above.

"Fine, you two," Slathe said, pointing to Mirova and Aisha. "Go tell the masses the truth." Slathe turned to his men, Meltsand Commander Hanmar, Boh, and Musa who stood with weapons drawn. "The rest of us will end this fight."

Mirova nodded, grabbing Aisha tightly and dragging her toward the surface lift whilst Slathe and the others ran toward the sounds of battle. "Okay," The Mir muttered, quickly adjusting her hood as she pulled Aisha into the lift. "Alright," The albino whispered, her hands moving across the forged metal of the lift controls delicately. "How do you... make this-" Mirova pushed a lever. "Go." She smiled as it began to rise the two to the surface. Light began to shine down upon them as their lift shook. "Listen, our narrative is simple," Mirova said, turning to Aisha. "We're not here to conquer them - we're here to save them. Through medicine." Mirova smiled viciously. "And maybe a little bit of magic."

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"Rowlen!" Slathe's voice called. A spear flew forward above the heads of the assembled group, smashing into the chest of the automaton and sending it staggering backward - the machinery inside catching fire from the damage. Slathe ran in, his men behind him as the rest followed...