"My sins?"  Coralzane chuckled.  "It is you Lowbreed, who have sinned.  From birth you were impure, just like all mortals.  I must purge you if this world is to see a Utopia.  So," he spoke.  "Prepare to be purged!"<br/>Coralzane lept forward, ducking to avoid any attempt to stop him.  With him came the scythe which swung in a horizontal arc through the air.  Coralzane's weapon made contact with the Feral's abdomen, slicing it for sure.  He was unsure as to how deep the weapon penetrated it, but nevertheless it made contact.  Immediately after the strike, he lept backwards, flipping through the air only to land on his feet.<br/><br/>"Come Feral, hurt me... if you can," Coralzane sneered menacingly.<br/><br/>*************<br/><br/>30 minutes before.<br/><br/>Most of Crane had healed, save several spots of raw flesh on his legs and arms.  The healing process sped up eventually though, and before long he was back to normal.  Strange as it was, Alvira hadn't attempted to speak with him the entire time he was in her burrow.  She kept to her personal section of the building in the back, no doubt brewing another abnormal solution.<br/><br/>The time went by in silence, but eventually she emerged.  With her she carried a glass filed with a strong smelling brew.  Crane began to guess at the various possibilities as to what the drink was, but as it turns out it was no potion at all.  Crane squinted at the bottle, watching the liquids properties for as long as he could before realizing it was a simple alcoholic drink.  The same he had back in Aluhar.<br/><br/>"Alvira," he spoke.  "Why do you drink such waste?  And why have you not spoken to me?  Are you not the least bit curious as to why I'm here?"  A brief silence ensued.  Alvira lowered her glass to a nearby wooden shelf.  Turning to Crane she examined him, scrutinizing every detail with ancient eyes.  It was only then he sensed that there was something wrong indeed.<br/>"Alvira?" She turned away, hiding her face in her shawl.  Crane could sense that something was truly paining her, and whatever it was, it was very important.<br/>"Alvira talk to me."  She turned, tears spilling down her furry snout.<br/>"I'm dying, Crane."<br/>"What?!"  Crane stood.<br/>"I'm old, always was.  But lately...."<br/>"What?"<br/>"My visions are showing me another world.  Angels beckon me my own death.  But.. I'm seeing strange images.  A trio of fluorescent beings, a volcano. Endless fire....  So much fire....  It's all going to end, you know.  All of it.  The day of strife is coming Crane.  Not you, nor your friends are going to stand a chance without the key, not with-" Alvira was cut off, because suddenly a loud knocking shook the wooden building.  A muffled voice soon followed, one Crane faintly recognized.<br/>"It's her," spoke Alvira.<br/>"Who?"<br/>"Celris, of course.  She's trying to warn us of the savage Highbreed hunting her in Tol'sel."<br/>"Alvira, I need you to promise me you'll let the enter the dream.  I know it hurts you but-"<br/>"No, I can't.  I'm losing the ability to re-enter reality, I just-"<br/>"Alvira, please."<br/>The Feral paused.  She sighed deeply before turning back to Crane.<br/>"Fine.  Go to Mount Hephaestus.  Descend the caverns of cold, and find the forges.  I can't explain much now, but you have to find the source of the mountain's energies if you want to succeed.  Before you ask how or what, know that not even I know.  Leave now Crane.  They will follow, but you must not meet until you have reached the mountain.  She suspects you."  Crane nodded, absorbing the information before standing and opening the door to the dark night ahead.<br/>"Good-bye Alvira.  I hope I will see you again." Crane didn't wait for an answer.  Pulling his cloak tightly around him, he disappeared into the night, launching himself high into the night sky.<br/>Alvira stared at the closed door, tears welling in her eyes.<br/>"You won't."