Part 64d - It's only the end of the world. Again.
Trgaiob's voice whispers through the pocket where Chance and Trista ride, + WE WILL BE THERE SHORTLY. +
+ WE MAY HAVE A NEW CONCERN THOUGH. +
Berd, Cyan, Devlin and Dorian fall through the Underflow, surrounded by monstrous shapes, seen only indistinctly, like fish dwelling in the depths of a cold, dark lake (if such fish grew big enough to swallow worlds).
And then, after only a short time, they find themselves on the shore of a lake, hopefully one without monstrously immense fish. The sky is filled with storm clouds, and a waterspout stands in the lake, hurling water, flotsam, and even pieces of the lake bed itself at the roiling mass of darkness high above their heads... where a trio of Archons seem to be engaged in some sort of dance with... something else.
Something else that looks like an Archon composed of water.
+ THERE ARE FIVE MORE CREATURES WHO DO NOT BELONG IN THIS WORLD. NOT ARCHONS. TWO HUMANS, TWO ALMOST HUMANS, AND ONE THAT WE CAN NOT IDENTIFY. +
The view in the window veers suddenly, as if their Archon mount is carrying them towards the far shore of the lake.
With the wind gusting around them and almost dragging them onto the muddy exposed areas of the lake bed, and hurling leaves and other debris about, it is, perhaps, unsurprising that Berd and the others fail to notice the new arrival in their midst... at least until Devlin feels a sharp stinging at his cheek, and finds a small bird clinging desperately to his shoulder.
Of course, their failure to notice immediately may have something to do with the sight of another Archon, hurtling towards them across the lake...