"Aquarium?" Aildrin blurted. The orc's sense of logic made him uncomfortable; he knew that nothing good would follow from here on. He then struggled out of Brom's clutch. "Release me! Your hand is burning my skin!"
"He's a friend, Brom." Papa Bear's tone changed. There was a sense of threat in it.
Brom snorted. He then dropped Aildrin. "Anything silly, human! And I'll fry you into crisp!"
Aildrin scowled. He then removed the slime from his face that kept on interfering with his vision. "Why is your hand so hot?"
Brom's huge round eyes sparkled. "Ha! This is my masterpiece! After years of research, here it is! The Tectonic Plate! Just in time for Master Ogni's match against those frozen bones!"
"What do you mean?" Aildrin said. He then absorbed his surroundings.
Rows of pelt tents supported by gigantic bones sprawled on the parched earth. And from a distance, tusk-shaped pillars increased in size, and so did the buildings. There were no walls.
