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Elysa clapped in jubilation. "Smashing good show!" She noted.

M'Kama frowned.

The old woman turned to him and smile. "Lucky said something about cracking some nuts. Strangely I haven't seen any nuts yet, but I assume they're in Thellani's pocket."

M'Kama frowned.

"This is how it's done in the Rock, yes?"

M'Kama exited the tent.

The Yyb, scratched his chin and sat at the explorers' campfire as they decided to play a record. M'Kama had heard this music before. Authored by a artist named Fat Chu.

"Ah, I've heard this...Lunatic Weather," M'Kama noted, looking to the weather above him, the dark-clouded skies painting an ominous picture over the stars.

All hail to the fat one
Bow before his feet before he hit you with the bad pun
You're stunned Sun! A frozen solar plexis, meteorological disaster
Lemme toss you the nexus that infects us...with a stinky, sweaty storm cloud
Drippin fluid everwhere, tryna make the porn proud
Aw, geeze. I gotta say it out loud? Don't follow fickle fannies to the throne room where three's a crowd
Politeness is the threat. Best listen to m.c's who say the rainwater is sweat
...And yet? Best stay loyal. Don't wanna get caught slippin by the wrong royal
He's a foil, for himself. Died thrice with zero health.
Taken by a typhoon, killed thanks to zeo stealth-

M'Kama hummed the tune as an ill wind breezed through the campsite...

***

The same wind that urged Ada onward further inward to the ruins, the loud howling suddenly becoming a stilled breathing. Sparse. Wheezing. But amongst the gasping breaths Ada could make out two words.

"Help me..."

The torches light shown brightly, lighting hallways that revealed centuries old walls, covered in pictographic images of great pyramids, rising out of the sands and fantastical figures hand painted in red, gold, and turquoise colors, arms all extending towards the sun giving until it offerings.

And then the sun...simply moves away as the people glare upon it, weapon drawn.

"Help me..."