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[Mount Nyid grows quiet once more; it pumps out no more of its pyroclastic flow. However, the ash and soot continues to linger in the air throughout the Land of Mists, casting the sky in a dismal grey, only occasionally accompanied by a dirty brown or a sickly yellow. There have been no reported sighting of the Night Wyrm, her mate, or what remains of her brood, suggesting they have taken up nest within the mountain itself for a long, deep slumber.
Elsewhere, news spreads of Bastion Teodorus Raines being found and brought back to Nevuchar Springs. His condition is poor, his breathing labored. In fits of feverish delirium mirroring those experienced by the first Praesidius, Yakov Dilisnya, the Bastion raves about things that could come to pass - things that might be, things that will be. More will come from the Bastion, perhaps as he becomes more lucid and breaks from his fever; for now, however, he can only but offer stanzas as though in rhyme.]“Through the gate where four trees rest,
A city sleeps, pursuing one queen's quest.
Huntress new finds quarry old,
A great cat is slain by the brazen and bold.
Burning hatred amidst burning peak,
Prepare for war, during ashen peace.”
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