a large helmet from which protruded seven serpents spitting lightning from their mouths. He looked serene, smiled calmly, and held an object in each hand. In one, was what appeared to be a winged flaming heart. In the other, was a staff shaped like a dragon/serpent, from whose eyes lightning radiated.
“Is that thing the old man is bowing to a god?”Thunderous lightning shook the place, made the skinny dogs tremble, and drowned Oxygen’s last words. Another flash of white light revealed our friends back in the Transportal cave. An insect buzzing innocently about veered into the cave’s mouth—and disappeared at once.