When your world stops spinning, you find yourself sitting down, something solid and cold pressed against your back. As you become more aware of your surroundings, you realize that you are on the flattened peak of a mountain—a spire of rock that rises majestically above the swirling clouds below. Above you, the night sky is lit with countless stars, arranged in constellations that you've never seen before. You sit with your back against one of a ring of mighty standing stones that encircle the peak like a crown. Also inside this stone circle are the three strange giants who, so far as you can tell, have just saved your life.
"Thank you," you begin, not really sure how to address these beings, "for what you just did. He was going to kill me."
"It is good that Baseera warned us," says the warrior. "Here in Domorvost, you are safe."
"Svarog is right," says the woman. "In the mortal realms, however, we can only help in certain circumstances, and then only if explicitly called upon. This incident will only have increased Zhan-Ukhel's desire to see you dead."
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