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Acheron watches the sky as it churns and cracks with thunder and lightning. He then notes that it seems the most intense where Prad wandered off to. While Barnabus and Armata speak of the coming hardships, Alburn checks the actions on his rifle and checks over his ammo supply.

The group is ripped from their current going’s on the moment the lightning crashes down. Armata shifts his gaze to Acheron, with a slight gesture nod of his head in the direction of Prad, Acheron bolts. Weaving in and out of trees and vaulting over a downed one, Acheron’s speed allows him to reach Prad in moments.

“Prad! Human, you alright?” He moves to Prad’s side.