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(Alright)

I point to a platform, "It's his."

On the platform sits Mr. Cuddlezworth, overseeing the work of the constructors while occasionally hissing at them as if giving out orders. He notices the descending elevator we're in and flips his tail up in salute before turning his attention back to the machine.

"In there is my project," I say, pointing to a much smaller building within the hangar.


 * outside the kids window

[https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GqOlq4GPA30 The sound of creaking metal is heard as the Kushala stretches its wings. Pieces of rusted metal falling from it. Sections of metal pop out and with a sound of tearing metal a slit ruptures along the beasts back. At the same time the storm calms and the clouds slolwy part above it. It slowly sloughs off the rusted husk revealing shining hide beneath. Free of its old skin the Kushala stretches its wings as the newly revealed moon shines down on it. A ripple runs through its hide as its soft silvery armor hardens and turn to a gun metal grey. Once its metal hides finishes hardening the storm once again closes up and rain begins to fall anew]