Prologue
Lokun Abakkus was dreaming.
He had witnessed this dream so often, he had memorized the location he was being shown. During his trip across the Outlands with Weston Skorus four moon rotations ago to find his beloved Star, he had begun having dreams. In the dream, he was guided by a creature he later understood to be an Arkain stag, a creature native to Arkainia, but one that had been hunted to extinction for its ability to align its internal body to mimic any species whose blood it ingested. The purpose of this transformation was to allow the stag to mate and reproduce with any species.
As expected, when Lokun looked up, he saw Dasus standing on the rocks waiting for him. The bright moonlight shone off his dark gray, hairless body. His majestic ehlus spread wide from his head, and his black eyes watched Lokun as he approached.
Lokun was unsure if Dasus was alive as Sturm Merkornus and Merkorn Konsus believed. They believed Dasus and Masa were immortal and locked inside a secret chamber at the very top of the Sacred Mountain. They also believed that when the time was right, Lokun was supposed to show his daughter where the door was located inside the mountain, and she was supposed to open it. What happens after that was still the subject of much debate.
Lokun climbed the rocks, stepped up to Dasus, and bowed his head. Ordinarily, he was unable to speak in the dream, but occasionally, like this time, Dasus allowed him to ask questions.
“Why have you brought me here again?”
Dasus kicked his front hooved feet and looked down at Lokun. Instead of replying, he turned and walked into the rock.
Lokun was used to the illusion after seeing it so many times. The opening of the rocks was concealed because the walls on either side of the opening were the same design and color as the wall beyond, creating the illusion of a person walking through the opening and disappearing. The Rukkus used the same illusion to conceal the opening to their settlement.
Every other time when Dasus visited Lokun in his dream, he took Lokun up through a maze of tunnels to a large room at the top of the mountain. He was showing him where the door was that needed to be opened. This time, however, they traveled down. Lokun was not familiar with this path and looked around as they walked. In the far distance, Lokun could hear the unmistakable sounds of mining.
When humans were brought to Arkainia over ten sun rotations ago, both human men and women were offered employment on Arkainia in exchange for Arkainian protection for their home planet, Earth. Human women were hired by various male Arkainians in one of the three cities of Karkus, Lamkus, or Prokus to work in their living units, cleaning, making meals, and keeping the units otherwise well kept. The human men were brought to Arkainia to work in the mines.
Human men differed from Arkainian males in many ways. One significant difference was Arkainian males had large ehlus sprouting from the sides of their heads, just above the ears. The ehlus were the symbol of the males’ virility and a source of pride. But the large ehlus prevented the males from getting into tight places underground.
Human men were generally shorter in height and their heads lacked ehlus, which allowed them to get into tighter spaces. Since humans had been the main miners, golrok supply had nearly tripled, and they were able to find new veins of precious diarok, especially the coveted purple diarok used solely by the Glypha in Mesta, the capital city.
Dasus led Lokun down farther into the bowels of the mountain and stopped once he got to a ledge. Looking over and then back toward Lokun, Dasus twisted his head, beckoning Lokun to join him. Cautiously, Lokun walked to stand next to Dasus. Peering over the edge, Lokun looked down at the activity below him.
“Why have you brought me to the mines?” Lokun asked, his voice echoing in the cavernous chamber.
What is being removed is that which belongs to the mountain.
“The mountain has been mined for over seven hundred sun rotations.”
The length of time is unimportant. The quantity that is being taken is of importance.
“Is there a limit to what can be mined?”
The mountain is sacred. They are taking that which does not belong to them.
Lokun looked over. For the first time, Lokun heard anger in Dasus’s voice. The sound was so powerful it made Lokun fight the urge to drop to his knees to beg forgiveness. Though Lokun had never actually mined the mountain, the military uniform he had once worn had been made from goltrite. Goltrite was formed when the golrok was heated and separated into goltrite and goltrile. The goltrite was a material that was very light but incredibly strong.
He had also spent most of his life on a battleship. The ships were not made on Arkainia, but they were created from goltrile, the byproduct of goltrite production. Goltrile was sought after for its strength and durability. He did not have them in now, but Lokun often wore diarok gems in the drilled holes of his ehlus. Holes that used to house goltrite metals delineating all his military accomplishments. Admittedly, before now, Lokun had never given much thought to the mountain that had provided these materials.
The mountain is weakening.
“The mining is causing this weakness?”
Dasus looked over at him. Lokun could only meet his eyes briefly before he was compelled to look away. The power in Dasus’s gaze was too potent for even Lokun to tolerate.
The mountain needs returned that which has been taken.
Lokun tilted his head as he tried to understand what Dasus was telling him. “If the mountain fails to provide, they will cease mining.”
If the mountain fails to provide, it will die.
“How does a mountain die?”
The same way my people died. We were hunted for what we had that another desired. Our blood. Dasus looked back at Lokun briefly before returning his gaze to the mining activity below them. That which nourishes this mountain is being taken. The anger was back in his voice. Dasus turned fully to him. Lokun met his eyes before dropping his gaze. Dasus did not look away, and Lokun could feel the weight of his gaze. If the mountain ceases to live. We all will cease to live.
Lokun was becoming slightly frustrated. He felt as if there was pertinent information for him to have, but Dasus was showing him only the surface. Lokun needed to mine the information carefully, so to speak. The last thing he wished to do was anger the powerful male beside him.
“Arkainia will fail to thrive without the wealth the mountain provides? Or do you suggest something darker?”
There was a long pause before Dasus responded. My mate and I are part of this mountain.
“What do you mean that you are part of the mountain? Are you not alive beyond the door you have shown me?”
Dasus turned from the mining activity and took several steps away, heading back the way they had come. Lokun followed as he waited for a response.
In his tenure as General Abakkus in the Arkainian military, there were often situations that varied in importance from which it first appeared. Lokun had learned over his many sun rotations to ask questions until the information provided made logical sense and coincided with the information he already knew. Something about the information Dasus provided gave Lokun pause.
Masa is not of this world naturally. This was the first time Dasus referred to his mate by her name. His tone was respectful and reverent. When her people came here, they could not tolerate the heat, so they went deep inside the mountain and attempted to create an environment like their own planet. They failed and died. Masa was young when her people left their dying planet. They did not intend to land on Arkainia but did so out of necessity and found, once they did, they were unable to leave.
Before now, Lokun had never questioned why Arkainia was so rocky but contained only one mountain. Other worlds he had been to have many mountains in ranges or in other various formations. On Arkainia, however, there was only one mountain jutting up from the sand dominating the landscape.
“Is the mountain of their planet? Is that why they sought refuge inside it?”
This mountain is their home. Their lifeforce is fused into the very rocks we are walking on. As is mine. Masa lasted longer than the rest of her people because she was young and better able to adapt. But she soon succumbed to the heat illness that befell her people.
Lokun recalled the anguish he felt four moon rotations ago when he had returned to his living unit to find Star gone. His mother, Glypha Aroona, had enrolled Lokun in the Arkainian breeding program and had hired Star to care for him while he waited to be called upon by the females in Mesta. The more time he was close to Star, the more she brought out his primal instincts until they could fight the desire no longer and joined their bodies.
During those moments of exquisite pleasure, Lokun had ingested Star’s blood and had forever changed both his body and their fate. The blood entwined them. When his mother had called on him, Lokun left with the intention of convincing her he was already claimed and unable to perform the task assigned to him. Star, ignorant of his plan, left in despair, not knowing how dependent Lokun now was on her for his very survival. When Lokun convinced his hasa, Sohandris Millona, to turn the shuttle around before arriving in Mesta, he returned to his living unit to find Star gone. Lokun felt the deep despair then that he suspected Dasus had experienced when his mate had died.
Without Masa to sustain me, I soon followed her into the unknown. Her people do not cease to exist upon death. Their lifeforce flows back into the pool that feeds future life. Their only connection to their world is this mountain. Dasus lifted his hand and pressed it against the cool rock wall. He closed his eyes and bowed his majestic head. They are alive inside the rocks, awaiting new life. He lifted his head and looked at Lokun. A life you will provide.
The Rukkus were in the Outlands voluntarily. They abandoned the modern ways of life with the females holding all the power over the males, to return to the archaic ways where males and females stood equal. Merkorn Konsus, when banished from Karkus over fifty sun rotations ago, wandered the Outlands until he happened upon the cave where the current Rukkus settlement now stands.
Inside the cave, he found tomes of written words from an ancient sage. One tome told of a prophecy foretelling the return of the ancient people who were the founders of their race. The translation was not infallible but more open to interpretation as it was translated from an extinct language. The prophecy stated that Masa and Dasus, the mother and father of the Arkainian species, would choose vessels to infuse with their power and would return when the vessels merged their lifeforce in the sacred waters of the mountain.
The last part of that prophecy made Star uneasy. It suggested something ominous that she found unsettling. Star was working with Holu Jermus, the Rukkus historian, to discover the meaning of the prophecy. What Dasus just told Lokun provided some new information that would do nothing to make his beloved Star feel at ease.
“I do not understand your statement.” Lokun took a deep breath and faced the powerful male beside him. Knowing that the male was simply an illusion made it possible to sustain eye contact longer than a moment.
You have ingested the blood of your mate and changed who you are to coincide with her. That is how we survive. We adapt and live on.
Lokun understood that Dasus was no longer referring to we as he and his mate. Dasus was referring to the being he had been before he changed. The Arkain stag that was native to Arkainia. The being that no longer existed in its true form but lived on in the altered forms of modern Arkainians.
You will be the Dasus of a new race. You will replace me as your mate will replace Masa. It is how we will survive. But none of that will happen if the mountain ceases to live.
A dark sense of foreboding filled him. “What will happen to my child if I fail to save the mountain?”
Lokun had the sudden urge to wake and hold his beloved Star in the safety of his arms. Right now, their child was growing inside the comfort and protection of Star’s human body. Being of different species, when humans were brought to Arkainia, the Glypha in Mesta had the human females tested to ensure reproductive incapability. This was because the females in Mesta coveted the power they held over the males. One of the most potent sources of control was the control over the reproduction of their species. Because Lokun had adapted, he became more like Star and was able to seed her and create a new lifeform.
If the mountain dies, Arkainia will not survive. When it fused with the planet, the mountain became a part of it. The mountain became the happus that feeds Arkainia. Without it, life here will cease.
“I believe I understand your urgency. How do I save the mountain?”
You must put back that which has been taken so the mountain can recover and regain its strength.
Lokun looked behind them where the sounds of mining could still be heard echoing in the air. “How do I replace the diarok and golrok that has been mined?
If you bring it as an offering, it will return to the mountain.
Lokun pondered that.
When he was a general in the Arkainian military, he would weigh all the possibilities before deciding. Back then, he had Jorial Krymthus, his friend and loyal second in command, to discuss options with. Jorial thought differently from Lokun and always offered options Lokun had not thought of. When Lokun’s mother retired him, Jorial had assumed his position as general. Lokun had no knowledge of where Jorial was, but he was most likely out in the stars and was no longer available for Lokun to discuss the possibilities with.
Another male that Lokun relied on for sound advice was Weston Skorus. While he had been in the military, Weston was Lokun’s Weapons Specialist, the one Lokun relied on to provide his elite team with the best, and most current, weapons in the galaxy. Weston had his own network of suppliers and had never let Lokun down. When it came time for Lokun to leave Karkus, one of the three outlying male cities surrounding the female capital of Mesta, Weston was the one who left his military position to guide Lokun through the Outlands to the Rukkus settlement.
After they arrived at the settlement and it was decided that Lokun and Star were part of some Rukkus prophecy, Weston stayed to become Lokun’s Coquarus, his assistant or male companion for Lokun’s tenure as Quarus, the chosen vessel of Dasus.
Weston was a male of logic and one Lokun often discussed options with. Weston provided honest and straightforward opinions, not just a response Lokun wanted to hear. Often, it was the opposite.
“I will do what I can to save the mountain.”
You are the bringer of peace. You must not be the one who sheds blood.
“Battles are rarely won without bloodshed.”
And yet this one must be.
“I will do my best. Where should the offerings be made?”
There is a stone at the base of the mountain that I once used to make offerings to Masa.
“I do not know of this stone.”
You are among those who do.
Lokun felt as if his compliance was not exactly voluntary, but the idea that the Sacred Mountain was beginning to get mined out, made him nervous and uncertain about the future. He had planned to enjoy his life with Star, just living peacefully with her while she endured her pregnancy and then raising their child once born. But apparently, that was not to be. He was, after all, Lokun Abakkus, former general in the Arkainian military, the best military in the galaxy. He would do what Dasus needed him to do.
Lokun nodded his agreement to Dasus, and just like that, Lokun awoke.
He had witnessed this dream so often, he had memorized the location he was being shown. During his trip across the Outlands with Weston Skorus four moon rotations ago to find his beloved Star, he had begun having dreams. In the dream, he was guided by a creature he later understood to be an Arkain stag, a creature native to Arkainia, but one that had been hunted to extinction for its ability to align its internal body to mimic any species whose blood it ingested. The purpose of this transformation was to allow the stag to mate and reproduce with any species.
As expected, when Lokun looked up, he saw Dasus standing on the rocks waiting for him. The bright moonlight shone off his dark gray, hairless body. His majestic ehlus spread wide from his head, and his black eyes watched Lokun as he approached.
Lokun was unsure if Dasus was alive as Sturm Merkornus and Merkorn Konsus believed. They believed Dasus and Masa were immortal and locked inside a secret chamber at the very top of the Sacred Mountain. They also believed that when the time was right, Lokun was supposed to show his daughter where the door was located inside the mountain, and she was supposed to open it. What happens after that was still the subject of much debate.
Lokun climbed the rocks, stepped up to Dasus, and bowed his head. Ordinarily, he was unable to speak in the dream, but occasionally, like this time, Dasus allowed him to ask questions.
“Why have you brought me here again?”
Dasus kicked his front hooved feet and looked down at Lokun. Instead of replying, he turned and walked into the rock.
Lokun was used to the illusion after seeing it so many times. The opening of the rocks was concealed because the walls on either side of the opening were the same design and color as the wall beyond, creating the illusion of a person walking through the opening and disappearing. The Rukkus used the same illusion to conceal the opening to their settlement.
Every other time when Dasus visited Lokun in his dream, he took Lokun up through a maze of tunnels to a large room at the top of the mountain. He was showing him where the door was that needed to be opened. This time, however, they traveled down. Lokun was not familiar with this path and looked around as they walked. In the far distance, Lokun could hear the unmistakable sounds of mining.
When humans were brought to Arkainia over ten sun rotations ago, both human men and women were offered employment on Arkainia in exchange for Arkainian protection for their home planet, Earth. Human women were hired by various male Arkainians in one of the three cities of Karkus, Lamkus, or Prokus to work in their living units, cleaning, making meals, and keeping the units otherwise well kept. The human men were brought to Arkainia to work in the mines.
Human men differed from Arkainian males in many ways. One significant difference was Arkainian males had large ehlus sprouting from the sides of their heads, just above the ears. The ehlus were the symbol of the males’ virility and a source of pride. But the large ehlus prevented the males from getting into tight places underground.
Human men were generally shorter in height and their heads lacked ehlus, which allowed them to get into tighter spaces. Since humans had been the main miners, golrok supply had nearly tripled, and they were able to find new veins of precious diarok, especially the coveted purple diarok used solely by the Glypha in Mesta, the capital city.
Dasus led Lokun down farther into the bowels of the mountain and stopped once he got to a ledge. Looking over and then back toward Lokun, Dasus twisted his head, beckoning Lokun to join him. Cautiously, Lokun walked to stand next to Dasus. Peering over the edge, Lokun looked down at the activity below him.
“Why have you brought me to the mines?” Lokun asked, his voice echoing in the cavernous chamber.
What is being removed is that which belongs to the mountain.
“The mountain has been mined for over seven hundred sun rotations.”
The length of time is unimportant. The quantity that is being taken is of importance.
“Is there a limit to what can be mined?”
The mountain is sacred. They are taking that which does not belong to them.
Lokun looked over. For the first time, Lokun heard anger in Dasus’s voice. The sound was so powerful it made Lokun fight the urge to drop to his knees to beg forgiveness. Though Lokun had never actually mined the mountain, the military uniform he had once worn had been made from goltrite. Goltrite was formed when the golrok was heated and separated into goltrite and goltrile. The goltrite was a material that was very light but incredibly strong.
He had also spent most of his life on a battleship. The ships were not made on Arkainia, but they were created from goltrile, the byproduct of goltrite production. Goltrile was sought after for its strength and durability. He did not have them in now, but Lokun often wore diarok gems in the drilled holes of his ehlus. Holes that used to house goltrite metals delineating all his military accomplishments. Admittedly, before now, Lokun had never given much thought to the mountain that had provided these materials.
The mountain is weakening.
“The mining is causing this weakness?”
Dasus looked over at him. Lokun could only meet his eyes briefly before he was compelled to look away. The power in Dasus’s gaze was too potent for even Lokun to tolerate.
The mountain needs returned that which has been taken.
Lokun tilted his head as he tried to understand what Dasus was telling him. “If the mountain fails to provide, they will cease mining.”
If the mountain fails to provide, it will die.
“How does a mountain die?”
The same way my people died. We were hunted for what we had that another desired. Our blood. Dasus looked back at Lokun briefly before returning his gaze to the mining activity below them. That which nourishes this mountain is being taken. The anger was back in his voice. Dasus turned fully to him. Lokun met his eyes before dropping his gaze. Dasus did not look away, and Lokun could feel the weight of his gaze. If the mountain ceases to live. We all will cease to live.
Lokun was becoming slightly frustrated. He felt as if there was pertinent information for him to have, but Dasus was showing him only the surface. Lokun needed to mine the information carefully, so to speak. The last thing he wished to do was anger the powerful male beside him.
“Arkainia will fail to thrive without the wealth the mountain provides? Or do you suggest something darker?”
There was a long pause before Dasus responded. My mate and I are part of this mountain.
“What do you mean that you are part of the mountain? Are you not alive beyond the door you have shown me?”
Dasus turned from the mining activity and took several steps away, heading back the way they had come. Lokun followed as he waited for a response.
In his tenure as General Abakkus in the Arkainian military, there were often situations that varied in importance from which it first appeared. Lokun had learned over his many sun rotations to ask questions until the information provided made logical sense and coincided with the information he already knew. Something about the information Dasus provided gave Lokun pause.
Masa is not of this world naturally. This was the first time Dasus referred to his mate by her name. His tone was respectful and reverent. When her people came here, they could not tolerate the heat, so they went deep inside the mountain and attempted to create an environment like their own planet. They failed and died. Masa was young when her people left their dying planet. They did not intend to land on Arkainia but did so out of necessity and found, once they did, they were unable to leave.
Before now, Lokun had never questioned why Arkainia was so rocky but contained only one mountain. Other worlds he had been to have many mountains in ranges or in other various formations. On Arkainia, however, there was only one mountain jutting up from the sand dominating the landscape.
“Is the mountain of their planet? Is that why they sought refuge inside it?”
This mountain is their home. Their lifeforce is fused into the very rocks we are walking on. As is mine. Masa lasted longer than the rest of her people because she was young and better able to adapt. But she soon succumbed to the heat illness that befell her people.
Lokun recalled the anguish he felt four moon rotations ago when he had returned to his living unit to find Star gone. His mother, Glypha Aroona, had enrolled Lokun in the Arkainian breeding program and had hired Star to care for him while he waited to be called upon by the females in Mesta. The more time he was close to Star, the more she brought out his primal instincts until they could fight the desire no longer and joined their bodies.
During those moments of exquisite pleasure, Lokun had ingested Star’s blood and had forever changed both his body and their fate. The blood entwined them. When his mother had called on him, Lokun left with the intention of convincing her he was already claimed and unable to perform the task assigned to him. Star, ignorant of his plan, left in despair, not knowing how dependent Lokun now was on her for his very survival. When Lokun convinced his hasa, Sohandris Millona, to turn the shuttle around before arriving in Mesta, he returned to his living unit to find Star gone. Lokun felt the deep despair then that he suspected Dasus had experienced when his mate had died.
Without Masa to sustain me, I soon followed her into the unknown. Her people do not cease to exist upon death. Their lifeforce flows back into the pool that feeds future life. Their only connection to their world is this mountain. Dasus lifted his hand and pressed it against the cool rock wall. He closed his eyes and bowed his majestic head. They are alive inside the rocks, awaiting new life. He lifted his head and looked at Lokun. A life you will provide.
The Rukkus were in the Outlands voluntarily. They abandoned the modern ways of life with the females holding all the power over the males, to return to the archaic ways where males and females stood equal. Merkorn Konsus, when banished from Karkus over fifty sun rotations ago, wandered the Outlands until he happened upon the cave where the current Rukkus settlement now stands.
Inside the cave, he found tomes of written words from an ancient sage. One tome told of a prophecy foretelling the return of the ancient people who were the founders of their race. The translation was not infallible but more open to interpretation as it was translated from an extinct language. The prophecy stated that Masa and Dasus, the mother and father of the Arkainian species, would choose vessels to infuse with their power and would return when the vessels merged their lifeforce in the sacred waters of the mountain.
The last part of that prophecy made Star uneasy. It suggested something ominous that she found unsettling. Star was working with Holu Jermus, the Rukkus historian, to discover the meaning of the prophecy. What Dasus just told Lokun provided some new information that would do nothing to make his beloved Star feel at ease.
“I do not understand your statement.” Lokun took a deep breath and faced the powerful male beside him. Knowing that the male was simply an illusion made it possible to sustain eye contact longer than a moment.
You have ingested the blood of your mate and changed who you are to coincide with her. That is how we survive. We adapt and live on.
Lokun understood that Dasus was no longer referring to we as he and his mate. Dasus was referring to the being he had been before he changed. The Arkain stag that was native to Arkainia. The being that no longer existed in its true form but lived on in the altered forms of modern Arkainians.
You will be the Dasus of a new race. You will replace me as your mate will replace Masa. It is how we will survive. But none of that will happen if the mountain ceases to live.
A dark sense of foreboding filled him. “What will happen to my child if I fail to save the mountain?”
Lokun had the sudden urge to wake and hold his beloved Star in the safety of his arms. Right now, their child was growing inside the comfort and protection of Star’s human body. Being of different species, when humans were brought to Arkainia, the Glypha in Mesta had the human females tested to ensure reproductive incapability. This was because the females in Mesta coveted the power they held over the males. One of the most potent sources of control was the control over the reproduction of their species. Because Lokun had adapted, he became more like Star and was able to seed her and create a new lifeform.
If the mountain dies, Arkainia will not survive. When it fused with the planet, the mountain became a part of it. The mountain became the happus that feeds Arkainia. Without it, life here will cease.
“I believe I understand your urgency. How do I save the mountain?”
You must put back that which has been taken so the mountain can recover and regain its strength.
Lokun looked behind them where the sounds of mining could still be heard echoing in the air. “How do I replace the diarok and golrok that has been mined?
If you bring it as an offering, it will return to the mountain.
Lokun pondered that.
When he was a general in the Arkainian military, he would weigh all the possibilities before deciding. Back then, he had Jorial Krymthus, his friend and loyal second in command, to discuss options with. Jorial thought differently from Lokun and always offered options Lokun had not thought of. When Lokun’s mother retired him, Jorial had assumed his position as general. Lokun had no knowledge of where Jorial was, but he was most likely out in the stars and was no longer available for Lokun to discuss the possibilities with.
Another male that Lokun relied on for sound advice was Weston Skorus. While he had been in the military, Weston was Lokun’s Weapons Specialist, the one Lokun relied on to provide his elite team with the best, and most current, weapons in the galaxy. Weston had his own network of suppliers and had never let Lokun down. When it came time for Lokun to leave Karkus, one of the three outlying male cities surrounding the female capital of Mesta, Weston was the one who left his military position to guide Lokun through the Outlands to the Rukkus settlement.
After they arrived at the settlement and it was decided that Lokun and Star were part of some Rukkus prophecy, Weston stayed to become Lokun’s Coquarus, his assistant or male companion for Lokun’s tenure as Quarus, the chosen vessel of Dasus.
Weston was a male of logic and one Lokun often discussed options with. Weston provided honest and straightforward opinions, not just a response Lokun wanted to hear. Often, it was the opposite.
“I will do what I can to save the mountain.”
You are the bringer of peace. You must not be the one who sheds blood.
“Battles are rarely won without bloodshed.”
And yet this one must be.
“I will do my best. Where should the offerings be made?”
There is a stone at the base of the mountain that I once used to make offerings to Masa.
“I do not know of this stone.”
You are among those who do.
Lokun felt as if his compliance was not exactly voluntary, but the idea that the Sacred Mountain was beginning to get mined out, made him nervous and uncertain about the future. He had planned to enjoy his life with Star, just living peacefully with her while she endured her pregnancy and then raising their child once born. But apparently, that was not to be. He was, after all, Lokun Abakkus, former general in the Arkainian military, the best military in the galaxy. He would do what Dasus needed him to do.
Lokun nodded his agreement to Dasus, and just like that, Lokun awoke.
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