Welcome to Legends of Aventress.

I'm Barnabos Dred Wake and you're listening to Icebound.

Here's what happened last time.

Tusk off the coast of Caliwark!

Ah, this is it lads!

This is how we die!

The Princess of Wrath scurries further up the side of the ship to more closely examine

the hexature armament, and you see her eyes widen with curiosity.

She bends her head down in an instant, bites and wrenches the artifact free in one

deft movement, gripping the hexature armament between her fangs like a cigar.

So too does the invulnerable shield protecting Sopholith pop out of existence.

This game is over.

I am left with no other option than to destroy you so I can pursue my purpose.

There's not even a pop or a satisfying vacuum sound of something suddenly not being there and not.

Whatever Tyshen has done has instead taken soft lift.

This ship has no pilot.

Don't you understand?

Bearing free fall!

And then a hand reaches down his hand and pulls a lever and the back of the ship pulls away.

It is a ship designed as an escape pod in the Astral Sea, not designed for this atmosphere,

and you bounce against the side of the mountainside.

The front of the ship disappears through the veil first, and then followed by the enormous shell-like back.

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