Prometheus didn't answer.  He simply began to walk ahead.  Whatever it was in that light, Prometheus knew he wanted it.  Perhaps these ancient mechanisms were used together once, in some age-old device.  Maybe the light was good?  Perhaps it had been a mistake to leave?  These thoughts clouded Prometheus' mind.  So much so did they distract him, that he ran face first into several stones.<br/>Shaking his head, Prometheus could only wonder.  Wonder at what it was about this place, and these anomalies.<br/><br/>Eventually, when he decided to speak again, Prometheus hardly knew what to say.  He spun around rather lazily to address his audience.  They had come so far, yet he knew that at any moment, a few Highbreed could sweep them off the ground and kill them all with a strike of it's blade.<br/><br/>"The volcano is not far now.  I think we'll make it to the entrance with ease.  The true trouble will come with the gatekeepers,"  Prometheus cleared his little clay throat, or at least pretended to. "We'll have to cross the river.  It won't be hard if we keep up our stride."  Waiting until everyone had understood, Prometheus continued to speak.<br/><br/>"I realize now may not be the time, but I think it's important to say.  Whatever happens, wherever this adventure takes us, know that we all are the worlds last hope.  We may not leave this place alive, and yet it doesn't matter.  We were given a task, a one of great responsibility albeit, but a task all the same.  We can end this here, on this blasted plane.  End this war, and prevent another.  Somewhere out there, I believe Crane lives.  He is a god, so I suspect he has the Highbreed on the run as we speak.  Thank goodness for that too because She is almost here."  The stubby clay man took a moment to try and grasp what he had just done.  Had he given a speech?  A cheesy, inspirational speech?  What had he come to?<br/><br/>"Well, what say we move on, hm?"  With that, Prometheus kept on moving through the waste, his gang in close tow behind him.  Somehow, somewhere inside of his little red torso, he felt a glimmer of hope.  Hope that they would make it, and that everything would be OK.<br/><br/>He was right.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Hephaestus was huge.  He was one large obsidian gollem, smashing various bit and pieces of machinery together with his hammer.  The hammer.  Crane held his breath- This was his challenge, his one moment of glory.  Something inside of him had changed though, he felt warm to his core.<br/>Hovering over the large hollow drop of a room, Crane sped towards Hephaestus, his hands white with his own energy.<br/><br/>The seconds felt like hours, before he collided head on with the beast.  Hephaestus struk him from the air, but Crane was not to be trifled with now.  any mortal man would be but a sack of jelly and bones, but not Crane.  He was a god.<br/><br/>The light in the tunnels grew strong, but the monster was huge; not easily defeated.  Time and time again Hephaestus struck him down.  Time and time again, Crane got up.  With rage and determination, Crane summoned all of his greatest ability, and in one fell swoop, severed the beast's head from it's false body, letting it fall into the magma depths below.<br/><br/>The hammer was his.  With it in hand, Crane began to leave again.  She had come.  He could feel her, but he could also feel the presence of his companions.  Crane's destiny had to be realized; he had to win.  With hope in his heart, the now great God sped through the air, destroying Highbreed left right and center, focusing only on his one target.<br/><br/>He would not fail.<br/><br/>He was Crane.