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@ElderGod-Carrots

(Bye)
I did as I was told and made my way out the room, glancing back at Crash’s body probably for the last time. I glared at Blake and left him alone, returning to my room and praying that Luke and Nathan made made it in safe.

@Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

(This might be a good spot to switch over to Luke and Nathan, speaking of.)
Down in the corridors of the ground floor, Luke and Nathan suddenly heard a low buzz, like a very loud bass note, coming from somewhere up ahead. A second later a wave of cold air passed over them, like the aftershock of an explosion. Luke halted and looked around warily, massaging his chest.
"That kinda hurt," he muttered. "and it didn't sound good. Something must be going on over there. Let's pick up the pace."
(Just gonna drop this here for @Amber, seeya in a bit)

@amber_is_in_a_loop

(sorry sorry I'm here)
"I don't know what that was…" Nathan pondered, hauling the young guard into a nearby cupboard. "I agree, let's keep going."

@Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

(Ah, good, my computer isn't broken XD)
They quickly followed the hallway, trying to be as fast and quiet as possible. But no matter how far they ran, the hallway never ended. It just stretched out like they were on a treadmill, not really going anywhere.

@Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

At first, all they found was blank rooms with nothing in them. At the seventh door, however, there was a sudden gust of powerful wind when you opened it. Sunlight stung Nathan's eyes. When he adjusted to the light, he saw a mountain rang, far below. Clouds raced by on either side. The doorway hovered in midair, with nothing supporting it.
Luke whistled. "Okay, so I think that was a warning shot. Danged gods."

@amber_is_in_a_loop

"Should we check this out?" he asked, mesmerized by the view. He couldn't take his eyes off of it. He took a step forward into the expanse of crisp white snow, not feeling the angry bite of the cold.

@Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

"Ah-ah-ah." Luke took Nathan's arm and pulled him back to safety. "First of all, we're not dressed right. I'm surprised we can even breath up here. Second of all, Blake is obviously trying to distract us from our real goal, which is finding Crash and Maddie. We have to get them out of this place, remember?"

@amber_is_in_a_loop

Nathan walked into it and waved Luke after him. The stairs creaked ominously beneath him with every step, and he cringed at the loud noise in the still hallway.

@Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

They went on for just long enough to make you nervous, then ended abruptly at a concrete floor. This room seemed to be quite large. Luke found a light switch near the door and flicked it.
"Wow," he said.
This room was filled with glass cases of varying size and shape. In the cases were strange and colorful things: pelts, feathers, skeletons, artifacts, disembodied glowing lights, and more. It was quite obviously a trophy room. The prizes were stacked together almost haphazardly, as if no one had bothered to organize them yet. Right at the end of the room, taking up an entire wall, was a pair of wings. They looked like they were made of solid gold, but the feathers, when they drew closer, proved to be as soft as those of a dove. There was no glass around them, and they were slightly dusty.
(After this I gotta go, see you tomorrow hopefully)

@amber_is_in_a_loop

(k bye just gonna put this here anyway)
Nathan looked out into the bright room with distaste. "The spoils of war," he spat. He recognized some trophies as parts of animals, some objects stolen from priceless places. "Blake is one hell of a hoarder." His gaze fell onto the wings at the back of the room, and bile rose up in his throat.
The wings of a God, gain you access to where angels trod. "He's planning something. A spell."

@Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

"Well, ain't that just a bouquet of daisies," Luke drawled. "On top of everything else, our fun-loving divine friend practices voodoo." He peered at the metal plaque below the wings. "'A gift'", he read aloud. "Weird kinda gift, if you ask me."