"So. Why did you save them Yarra? The red and blue Rookies. I thought everyone here were your enemies."
From atop the tall dune of sand, overlooking an enormous crater that had once housed the Spider Dome, Yamagaio shook his head. Pulling the book he had been perusing before out of his pocket, he turned away and began walking towards the Rift leading back to Ornera.
"Not that I owe you an explanation Goblin, but....they were old friends." Yamagaio's look seemed to sadden. "A good old maso-caustic youth and his brother."
Nessinpa looked back towards the crater, sand falling back into its depths as the wind gradually picked up. What had once been a marvelous structure of Athrafstos was now naught but a mixture of rocks and sand, everything having been erased down to the cellular level. Looking at it, one would never guess that a simple necklace could produce such an effect.
"Why didn't you say anything when they were here?"
