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5oo 5oo 5pu 5pu 5pu 5pu 5pu 5pu 5pu 5pu 5pu 5pu 5pu 5pu 5pu 5pu 61q 61q 61r 61r 61r 61r 61t 61t 61t 61t 61t 61t 622 63a 63a 7mv 80a 8puIt had been five days since silver ventured to the plane of fire, and still no word had reached our ears of his safety. In the early hours of morning, before the first wyrm had risen on the plane of air, I awoke, yearning to finish my teammate's work in his stead. I crept downstairs to the dragon stables, silently, so as to not wake the rest of team air. Reaching into the cloudshed, I withdrew one of our finest mythril saddles, and draped it over Kyrion, my sky dragon. Gripping his scaly shoulder blades, I hoisted myself atop his back. Digging my heel in beneath his ribs I shouted a resonant "Kyaaah!" and we were off. As we glided through the clouds, I looked over my shoulder, back at the Sky Castle, and in the highest tower, I saw Jenkar. He looked at me with eyes cold as ice, staring straight into my soul. I saw him silently nod, expressionless, and I knew at that moment that we both knew what needed to be done.
I flew for what seemed like an eternity. Day slowly turned into night, then, I saw a faint glow on the horizon. At first I thought it was the sun of the next day, but alas, I was mistaken. As I drew nearer, the glow turned into a radiant blaze. We had entered the plane of fire. Mountains were replaced by volcanoes, wyrms were replaced by phoenixes, and our regal clouds were replaced by the Firestrand, a seemingly never-ending band of pure combusting energy, that endlessly burned throughout the ages. Kyrion and I ended our flight atop cooled magma, in the middle of a clearing that was barren, save one jagged rock formation. As I strode towards the rocks, a red-hooded figure stepped out from behind them.
"Who goes there?!" I shouted, my voice wavering.
No response.
"WHO GOES THERE?!" I yelled again, this time louder, and with more certainty.
All I received for an answer was a simple gesture, a lowering of the hood, which revealed an emblazoned skull, as jagged and angular as the rocks themselves. It's mouth was a collection of razor-like obelisks in place of teeth, and its eyes, were merely glowing embers set inside two shadowy sockets. From beneath his cloak, smoke billowed outward, forming a haze-like cloak around the figure. This was the general of fire, YoungSot. With one giant flap of its wings, Kyrion flew forward to decimate the general, but with a simple wave of one his gnarled hands, a wisp-like barrier formed a few feet in front of him, stopping my dragon in its tracks. Just then, I heard a low, primeval bellow. A large burst of magma erupted from the volcano directly in front of me, and receded, leaving a large Crimson Dragon in its wake. As it dive-bombed towards me, I waved my hand as well; I knew Sot's trick, and put up a shield of my own. From inside that unearthly skull, I swore I saw the general's ember-eyes glisten, and a smirk befell his fearsome visage. From beneath his sleeve, YoungSot conjured a glowing ball of fire and hurled it at my glowing barrier. As the fire-orb cascaded through the air, my barrier shattered, splintering to the ground before me and leaving me face-to-face with his dragon.
GGs Sot. Sorry Team Air, they countered us really well. Nothing much I could do.
