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"What are y-" Hayden began, before he found himself being lifted high into the air, the sudden shock sucking all conceivable words from his mouth, replaced with a long gasp as he saw the world below get smaller and smaller. His cargo held tight, nearly choking him as they too held tight to their master. Basalah reached out to catch her creator, but was too late to do so. Annoyed, she'd have to follow closely underneath, keeping track of one of the only things she seemed to care about.

It was never before that the alchemist had seen the world from such a perspective, looking down on it, a sinking feeling other than from his fear of heights as he observed the horrid state of the lands he called home. It was somehow worse than he had first assumed. A turmoil renewed, stormed within his mind as he hung his head. Men of power, he thought, "and they claim I make monsters?" He then saw a strange space, a location veiled in some way by magic. Being not a user of magic, and reluctant to try being so, he could only assume how the magic works, but another curiosity came to his mind: if between Hazel and Elyzabeth are what represents their order, should he fear what the rest are like?

"I-I must thank you for so courteously spiriting me to your encampment, Lady Hazel," he said, delivered with genuine, albeit timid, cordiality in his voice. Despite circumstances, he felt at least that he could trust her not to severely wound or kill him, even if it was just because it would provoke her superior's ire. "Terrifying as it is, the talents of the Sanguine kind have always been something both fascinating and formidable."