<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Kanna &amp; OM, Ascot &amp; Dzel, XIII, Helen, Dzel</div></span></span></span><br/>Cornelius & Wolfe.<br/><br/>Kanna spun around as Helen protested her work. “It would be irresponsible if she did not try. Kanna would be sad this such brilliant machine did explode.” She teared up. “Yet… watching the thermodynamics of such a thing would be splendid as well!” her eyes shimmered, she always liked to put a positive spin on things…<br/><br/>Should they decide to go they way they came, they would find themselves once again in the mouth of the wide pit under the black night sky.<br/><br/>The walls cracked and uneven. Above them was the ledge that had split underneath Kanna and Om and sent them tumbling down to join the others. There was a great central spike. And many smaller crags, holes, and ledges. (One of which had featured Morgan, Damien and Lilly... but they were long gone from their place there...)<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Lilly, Morgan &amp; Damien, Kwatoko, Bodzil, Merin &amp; Kenman</span></span></span><br/><br/>The demon would see above him, a gathering of folk to the south. They walked toward the ruins. Three wore camouflage and were armed with large munitions, one wore a blue t-shirt with a large backpack, the third had a long vest…<br/><br/>The demon would see to the west the metal helicopter, large lizards on two legs would be weaving and bobbing around it as if engaged in some great game (raptors).<br/><br/>To the west, there was a strip of scorched desert, as if the fire had not only consumed the temple, but tried to run away. Though, without trees or foliage of any sort around the temple, the demon might wonder what had caught so far off.  Or perhaps the fire itself was some sort of magic.<br/><br/>From above he could see the overall lay-out of the temple. The collapsed peak of the pyramid had only been the innermost circle. The four mounds around it, and traces of walls and pillars could be strung together to create a larger cirle outside that. It might remind him of the pattern chosen by many demon-summoners and the places that they might gather.<br/><br/>Concentric circles.<br/><br/>To the North was absolutely nothing.<br/><br/>Or so it would seem…<br/><br/>The rest would remain ignorant as the dust settled and the last remaining undead fell.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Twain Hirsch and Cox Heuly &amp; Zesiro</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Twain shrugged. “Right-and-wrong are opinions, all I know is it sure as hell works." He smiled and put his hands into his pockets. “Now that the ice is broken, let’s get-to-it.” He turned toward the ‘hole’ where the temple had stood only an hour before. “If your guys in it, based on our sore luck, I bet at least one of my guys are stuck in there too."<br/><br/>"What does your guy look like?" As they traveled he would continue to talk. “We lost communications too. There seems to be something here interfering with the wavelengths. Are you even getting accurate readings Zes?” He cast a quick glance toward his brother.<br/><br/>Zesiro nearly tripped as he was acknowledged. Then he fumbled with his instruments. They whirred and blinked, but didn’t seem to do much else. “Naw, they’ve got to be off. This says there isn’t<span style="font-style: italic">any</span>residual here.” He shuffled. “Most places are at least a three, that’s considered pretty dead.”<br/><br/>Twain was about to comment, when he saw something odd rise from the other side of the temple. Squinting into the night, he someone or something (It did have wings after all) rise… then glide gracefully to the earth and out of sight.<br/><br/>“Huh… that’s not one of mine… you know ‘em?” He grinned to the soldiers, he enjoyed watching their culture shock.