The greatest tale continues...

Dust’s ears twitched when he heard a familiar voice called out to him, and he looked in the direction of the voice; despite the pain that was still going on…. He was quite surprise to see a sword spinning towards him, however he didn’t feel scared since the blade was recognizable.

Then that’s when it finally dawned on him why he felt awful and as if everything had slammed into him….  The fight at Everdawn volcano…. Against General Gaius… The explosion… Being injured… His words to Fidget… Then finally, the lava that swallowed him and turning his world turn black.

“Well…. Who could forget your voice, Fidget? After all, it’s not very easy to forget a voice like yours.” He replied eventually, as the voice sounded rough and croaky.

Fidget sighed in relief as Dust replied, running her pawed hands over her face. She was at risk of crying but they didn’t need to know about that.

“Oh thank goodness you remember and-Hey, what the heck does that mean?” She’d remark, huffing and putting her hands to her hips...though she was smiling. Ahrah stayed silent for a few moments, letting the two speak before piping up himself.

“It is indeed a relief to see you reformed, Dust. Though the wider implications of this event do worry me.“ He remarked, earning a groan from the nimbat next to him.

“Why not? Why can’t we just be happy for once?” She whined, earning a huff from the blade.

“Simply put, I am not privy to all the...nuances of the spell used to create Dust. I am unsure if his resurrection is something that will happen every time he falls, or if this resurrection is in response to some disaster we not yet aware of.”  The blade noted, the nimbat groaning even louder as she slumped over.

If she hadn’t seen it, The little mage most definitively *felt* it. This sudden gust of magic could come from only one person, or rather, one thing… Her ward, this sword. The last of her cupcakes eaten, Fidget lost no time to stretch herself a bit. She had been hard at work following the crumb trails left behind in the sword’s haste, almost as if it had been.. called. And alas, the nimbat’s duty required her to find and bring it back to the temple. “I really should have gone for a different job..” She bemoaned in her teeth before flying again toward the sources of her woes.

No matter how hard and fast the nimbat flapped her wings, she couldn’t seem to catch up with the flying sword. Even odder still, Ahrah’s runes were glowing fainter then they usually were. If Fidget tried calling the sword’s name, there’d be no reply at all. Either they were sleep flying (if they could even sleep at all) or this draw on the blade was a bit more literal.

The vulpine warrior and his companion hesitate for a few moments, looking between the moth and each-other before lifting the blade he was holding between the two of them. “What do you think, Ahrah?”

As stealthy as Radiance may or may not have been trying to be, the appearance of such a large, yet seemingly docile creature lead to the legendary trio being called to investigate. The cyan fox, runed sword, and orange nimbat entered the forest...the latter hiding behind the swordsmen. As they approached the giant moth-like creature.