Teen Zalroth stopped at the edge of a snow-covered cliff and gazed upon the small village, which didn't even have a single speck of snow anywhere near it, and was located in the valley surrounded by a circular mountain range. Zalkutaro opened one of his eyes before sitting up straight.
"So, we've finally arrived," Zalkutaro murmured as he rubbed his face with the back of his paws. Chronia, who was half asleep, yawned and told Zalroth to get ready for the silverback gorilla heathen that was about to attack him. Zalroth sighed and asked which direction as he reached into one of his tails. Chronia stated given the heathen's size it doesn't really matter which way she says other than behind him.
"Pardon?" Zalroth asked. Zalroth apprehensively glanced behind him and, before Zalkutaro could look as well, jumped forwards before a pair of massive red crystalline gorilla arms slammed into the snow behind Zalroth, launching a wave of snow that barely missed the trio. Zalroth barrel rolled through the air, landed on the snow-covered ground, and slid across the snowy surface. Zalroth glanced at the area below his feet, smirking to himself as he pulled his large dawnite hand fan (minus the ring-shaped pummel and instead having a long string rope made from a material that looked like Zalroth's tail fur) and carved a cross in the snow.
Zalroth pressed his feet into the snow, tracking the movements of the heathen's movements as it methodically walked around a perimeter around him; Zalroth lent towards Chronia and whispered something into her ear. Chronia nodded her head, and she held her hands together as Zalroth tightened his grip on his hand fan.
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The heathen pounded its chest and howled like a banshee before charging at Zalroth. Zalroth's grin morphed into a sinister smile, as he opened his hand fan, followed by his dashing to the side to evade the heathen's charge.
The scene depicting the snowy mountain started to slowly colour shift to a shade of azure blue. Lola's ears perked up, and she glared at the scene as she slowly shook her head.
"You better not.". Lola got onto all fours as her tails furled into sharp spikes. The silhouettes in the scene froze in place before, the next second, the azure-coloured shapes popped out of the scene. Lola frantically watched as the scene crumbled into glowing azure-coloured shapes, desperately clinging to the remains of the scene in an attempt to save it; however, her grasp was a little too affectionate, and the scene shattered into dust from her bear hug. Lola popped her head out from the azure dust pile and spat out some from her mouth as a figure silently strolled up behind Lola.
"Well, fo-". Lola placed her gaze on the ground, noticing the decolouration and glowing effect around her. She let out a meek sigh, as she realised what the effect meant, and she swung her head behind her. She glanced upwards and saw Zalroth looming over her; she blindly blinked at Zalroth and nervously giggled as she lightly scratched her cheek.