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“Hello?”[break][break]
His voice echoes down long caverns. Footsteps prompt the question. Here, in this place, perhaps the most dangerous place in the world, few are brave or reckless enough to travel alone. Ascalon’s gentle blue glow lights his way, wards off the paradoxes, and serves as a beacon to his enemy.[break][break]
Wielding this sword always feels like stolen valor. Zaria was the swordswoman. Had he been born in her age, he’d have been a marauder with a battleaxe in one hand and a flagon of mead in the other. Almost like…[break][break]
Almost like a Rocket.[break][break]
Navy’s reflection quivers and shifts like rippling water within the tera crystals all around him. One moment a man, the next a wolf, the next one of Rocket’s beasts in some impossible timeline. What a world that would be, to be free to swing his weapon with reckless abandon, to give into all the seething rage just beneath his surface, to let it fly free and kill.[break][break]
Focus. He thinks. You’re here for a reason. Find Ollie’s men. That’s gotta be who you’re hearing.[break][break]
“You guys sure got lost down here.” A laugh punctuates the words. Two men are missing, rangers sent to scout these tunnels. Like a legion before them and a legion after, they delved too deep. Some part of him knows they’ve paid the ultimate price, but he clings to hope.[break][break]
“Come on out.”[break][break]
The mirth in his voice doesn’t reach his eyes. Something claws at the pit of his stomach, apprehension growing. The footsteps draw closer…

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