Chapter 47 - It Pulls You

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"If you go, don't ever stop; and if you stop, don't go again." - sign over a Teranian Brothel

It was flaming hell incarnate, the ground raising and rippling, dust  flashing through the air and blinding those without augmentation - those that were left alive, at least. The hut fell around them, the sound of Nami's moaning voice causing Blue to turn around and pull him out from underneath a pile of debris which was glowing with the excess adrenaline flowing through the Lightman.

The ground in the village was cracked and torn, thrown and tossed up, what was a flat village was now a hilly crag of half and fully caved in houses, the cries of people emanating from them.

As he pulled Nami out of the wrecked hut, he was floored by a ball of light that entered his mind and flashed like a nova before his mind. The strange thing, Xerath, was still alive; that much Blue knew from the rapture that nearly brought him to his knees....and in that message was the directive to head towards where the blast emanated.

It nearly pushed him physically towards it, and he was walking away from Nami until he shook his head and shared his thoughts with his assistant.

"And leave these people behind?!" the Lightman screamed, looking around, blood flowing copiously across the grass and ground, and on both their bodies.

"Yes." Blue said, the totality and finality in his voice impressing something into Nami's mind that made him actually understand the imperative.

"We must go. There is something there that we have to see, that we have to find; a lynchpin...some..some..what..there is some key there." he said stutteringly as if the words were being pushed into his mind and out of his mouth.

"Okay, okay." agreed Nami, also pushed by the mental strength that emanated behind the force, a lodestone that pulled them inexorably forward and the hands behind that refused to let them be free of the magnetic pull.

"We go." Nami agreed again, shaking his bloody head, crimson stains dripping from his white hair.

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