The two adventurers have finally reached the very top of the ridge. As they make their way to the edge of the plateau to the east, Eeri sighs. It bothers her to bring up the matter again, but it's time to clear the air.
"Well, you can confess it to me now, you read my logbook?"
Azazor grunts but finally answers "Yes" in his beard. He hasn't trimmed it since their arrest by the Marauders, giving him the look of a bit enlightened hermit.
"So you know about… Uzykos?"
Eeri takes care to weigh his words, expecting at any moment a fit of anger as the fat Fyros is used to. However, his answer is particularly controlled, which is worrying.
"ney, I know."
"Does this have anything to do with the fact that you cut those damn ropes on the izam bridge?"
The Fyros does not answer, continuing his walk towards the east. Eeri prefers not to insist. She already knows one thing, he has read her notes. And it's not so bad after all.
An hour later, Azazor stops. Eeri thinks that he will finally tell her more. Instead of that, he resumes his walk, but slowly, and ends up freezing after about twenty meters. Eeri rejoins him cautiously, not knowing too much what to expect. The vision which is offered to her is quite simply monstrous. From where they are, they can finally see the ground below. A red and teeming ground. A few more hundred meters, and they are at the edge of the cliff. At the bottom, the soil can hardly be distinguished. It is literally covered with kitins. Some areas are denser with kitins than others, but wherever they look, everything is just a creeping invasion.
Azazor turns his gaze to the Fyrossa. Fear can be read all over his face. Fear but also… excitement. For what they see below is also the land of their ancestors. They have finally arrived. They see for the first time what few homins of the New Lands have ever seen: the ancient land of the Fyros.
They sit there for a good hour, their legs dangling in the void, gazing at the landscape that reminds them of the Imperial Dunes, with a tide of red kitins added. When Azazor finally speaks up.
"Eeri? "
She looks up from the swarming tide of kitins.
"Well, what?"
"Yes, I helped you with the Marauds' who were chasing you because of Uzykos. I don't want him to grow up like me without knowing his mother."
He points a threatening finger at Eeri.
"So you damn well better survive."
The homina smiles and nods.
"Anyway, I warn you, if you don't survive, I'll kill you!"
At these words, he bursts out laughing, followed immediately by Eeri. Down below, the kitins continue to teem, occupying the lands that were once those of the Fyros.