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Mohan smiled at Ash, reached out and grabbed his hand.

"We believeeee... he is marching up from the Kajo Narrows- hereee." In the next room over Mohan's gloved finger plopped down upon a map. "We have armiessss gathering in the plaine of good fortune... by Termite, here," Mohan's finger moved to a river town just at the edge of the desert, south of Alarisset's fortress. "He marches with alll the armies of the Sudean Empire, to meeet us in battllleee..." Mohan furrowed his lips. "We haveee had... an uneasyyyy alliance for years, to liveee in harmony... but," Mohan licked his lips. "That's all overrr noww.... the fate of the Rock is either ussss," Mohan swallowed. "Or them. Skylande or Sudean. Two races... to forever be apart."

***

As if by invoking his name he was summoned.

From an alley Snart leaped, landing in front of Kilakanji's car. The creature smashed down on the front of the chassis, smashing the wheels apart beneath the weight. He stared ahead at the group, his original human face now ripped apart by fresh, red bulges of muscle and flesh- as if his face was an egg, a newborn coated in womb blood emerging from a hatch. His human eyes were ripped between the horrific mutations, and his now gargantuan hands smashed down on the car again. His trousers had ripped apart as the bloody skin had kept growing onto him, he now nude and larger than ever.

"Oh shit!" Kilakanji exclaimed, leaping out the vehicle.

***

Qunith's chain rattled as they entered the alliance chamber to Ash's meeting. They wore a shawl, and were coated in sweat- as if just emerged from a steam room. Talideth followed, the sweat on their skin absent from hers. Ash, naturally, was already speaking of power grabs and alliances. But their mind was a hazy blur. Across the room Seru sat, leaned back in one of the circles chairs. She too was coated in sweat, the remnants of smashed green herbs still stuck to her hairline. Qunith exhaled slowly, clearing their mind like a great wind sweeping over smoke from a fire, revealing the smouldering earth beneath for but a moment before the smoke came in again.

"None of us have standing with the Skylanders," Qunith spoke. "But he does."

Their finger swung to the corner of the room, where Tate stood, a wood carved ant in his hand.

***

Around twenty minutes earlier in the very same keep, down the side hall from the reception hall that led to the first floor rooms, smoke plumed from beneath the doorway to the tower. Talideth stood outside as Seru approached, Qunith nowhere to be seen but their chain hanging from Talideth's neck into a crack of the door.

***

"What in the firecrackin' goddamn!" Deputy Bayte announced as he patrolled the rubble covered ruins of northern Schittle. He ripped out his pistol and aimed it at the spotted the Oblivionites...