With one final, desperate spark-filled cry, the machine died, collapsing at Amaya's feet. Unlike the hundreds of her other machines still in Talben, this one had malfunctioned do to sand, wear and tear from carrying the half-elf to this place. It had carried her through a massive hole in the wall before breaking down and joining the great slag heap in the sky. From now on, Amaya would have to proceed on foot.<br/><br/>The familiar pulsing of the Goddess's mark on her body, brought the vision of Amaya's friends and family being ravished over and over again by her creations. They would suffer for the Half-elf's deeds until... if... she found the Cure.<br/><br/>Amaya didn't find much about the Cure, just that the fact a great mechanic by the name of Ulik had actually captured the Cursed one and experimented on it for a while. Perhaps she could find it in his files...