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Luckily, a thunderstorm rolled in that night to flatten the flames.

Paragon slept on edge that night. That roar... It was all too familiar... A giga's roar... It was one of the last things he heard before his father had perished and Paragon would make sure he'd hear it again before he expired. Hear it shriek. Hear it plead. Hear it squeal... He heard it alright.

Mach sat next to Paragon, "Ya seem a lil' tense pal? What ails ya?"

Paragon replied and gave him a goofy smile, "Nothing lad, just feeling a little sick that's all..."

Mach shook his head, "Yeah well ya better get used to it until those wounds of yours heal... In the meanwhile... Imma take a look round here'"

Paragon cackled and lowered his neck into the grass. "You do as you please."

Grim and Frankenstein wandered in the rain into the utter swamp into an unknown part of Rift. No one dared to enter. No one wanted to enter. The only wish this place could grant you is a death wish. Grim was still furious, sparks and smoke flying from his teeth, flying from his claws and his skeletal spine.