Cameron takes stock of the companions as they answer his question.
Soul Reaver is the first to respond. “I can cast a spell that will allow me to take flight. However, my stores of Mana are low - I do not know how long I would be able to sustain high-speed flight.”
Cameron nods in acknowledgement as Soul Reaver sits down and begins gathering mana. He then turns his attention to Jharm as he suggests possibly trying to carry some of the others.
“Hopefully, you won’t have to. But if the need arises, the help would be appreciated.”
Cameron nods again in acknowledgement as Jharm excuses himself to go commune with the light. His attention is immediately drawn to Gulgrim, who has produced an ork bike from nowhere. He admires the ork’s handiwork as he manages to rig propellers on to it in record time.
“I’m not going to ask where that came from or how you got it here so fast, but well done. Now Jharm doesn’t have to try and carry you.”
As Cameron marvels over the ork’s work, Mary watches as Kitharsis re-purposes his bone golem to fashion himself a pair of living wings. She grins as he signals to Cameron that he’s ready.
“That’s a pretty useful trick. Are you always that handy with bones?”
Someone chortles from behind Mary.
“Haha, that’s what SHE said-
Mary drives her elbow backwards into Karyl’s gut, sending him doubling over in pain.
“What was that?”
Karyl coughs and sputters.
“Ugh… nothing. Nothing at all. Can’t take a joke…”
Cameron has turned his attention back to the scene at this point.
“Knock it off, both of you. We have to get serious here.”
Cameron turns to Kitharsis again.
“Kitharsis, are you sure-”
Cameron is interrupted by the sudden appearance of Danyael through the rune. A look of relief washes over his face. There will now be no need to split up the group. They can all move on. He glances over at Mary and doesn’t fail to notice the smile that has lit up her face at the appearance of the Nephilim. He turns his gaze back to Danyael.
‘Welcome back. I hope you’re ready to move, cause we are out of time.”
Cameron takes one final look around, noting that Sepher has also sprouted wings and is ready to go. Cameron flashes a mental command to his armor, and his helm closes over his face. His electronically amplified voice rings out to the others.
“Okay, everyone. On me. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
Cameron builds up energy and rockets into the sky. The other elementals quickly follow suit with the exception of Mary, who hangs back with Danyael. She examines him closely, looking for any signs of injury. Her voice fails to mask her concern.
“Are you sure you’re okay? I can get someone to heal you if you need it.”
Cameron continues to push himself skyward. Floor after floor of the warehouse pass by in a blur, and he catches the occasional glimpse of the contents: Power armor, weapons, tanks, food stores, cages filled with slaves, weird plants, idols, One room filled entirely with pillows, a room of mutant dogs, an opium den, the set of a weird looking game show… the list goes on. And still the hole seems to be getting no larger. Cameron knows that they’re going to have to push themselves to escape the reality bending that is occurring all around them.
“We have to go FASTER.”
Cameron pours everything he has into his flight. The rooms begin blurring by so fast that he can no longer make out their contents. He focuses everything on the hole above them. It finally starts to get closer…
And suddenly, Cameron shoots through the ceiling, through a hole cut straight through solid rock, and into the sky. He is out. His energy gives out and he arcs forward and slams into the ground, leaving a crater in his wake. Recovering, he looks up.
Before him lies the Spire of Chaos, in all of it’s horrible glory. They have finally arrived.
