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The clink of metal boots rang out on cooled lava as one freed from a vent of the black storm is attracted by a column of flame. Equally writ in fire faceless armor and equally faceless inner flame thumps his way to the inert body. The indistinct shadowstuff of his armor's skirt drifts to its own wind as Hashim kneels down before the body. An old creature of a distant nation he still enjoyed magic in any form. Now freed with the escape of Myrkul's Vein there were new creatures of men to study.

The hot black metal of his arms pushed under the young man's body to raise him up. Not that Hashism particularly cared for humans but the loss of new magicians was not a cost he was willing to ignore. The carbonite bombs that stilled this volcano would not still the earth underneath for long. The pounding of earth as much a hazard as the fire the young man failed to channel.

The deep voice chanted a shadow-step spell and darted down the mountain. Racing through the world long black smoke trails behind Hashim. In a dark world devoid of heat and light it is lit only with the colors of Hashim's fire.