"Allen Pearlson", the eery voice penetrated through the castle walls, "come out and fight me you miserable lizzard", with everything inside the workshop shaking violently Allen saw the children cringing, "why did you change the fucking password?", finally recognizing Red's voice without the slur and accent.
Dropping to all fours he emerged from the cavernous mouth of the workshop where overlords were made and serviced, looking up at the flying car, "WHAT HAPPENED RED?", unsure how the human resonated his voice in such a manner, the car turned slowly to reveal a huge horn protruding from the driver side window.
"A thousand years that password stayed the same", though Red didn't shout each syllable resonated in Allen's bones, "you play for two months and you just do whatever you want?", headlights flaring, Allen barely jumped aside as the car came crushing into the workshop and completely destroyed the unpainted overlord.
Screeching wheels and crashing breaks told him the car was accelerating again, quickly spreading his wings he was airborne before the wall disintegrated next to where he stood less than half a second before.
Glass, concrete and metal blew away, spectators started firing spells at the enraged Red, web, fireball, lightning bolt, all clashed and dissolved with almost no effect on the 'Allen painted' car, every piece that made the car was indestructible or so durable almost nothing in existence could damage it.
"Lets talk Red", he shouted at the revving car as it charged into the sky like an enraged bull, "we can work things out".
"You messed up Allen", came the eerily powerful voice, "and now you need to learn a lesson", Red made no sense to him.
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From the castle a purple streak of light crashed into him, pushing him away from the backwards flying car that caught him by surprise, "go to Hatula as fast as possible and tell her not to disconnect me", Meroa commanded, "if everything else fails", sounding cryptic and ominous, "tell me everything that happened when you save me from the ashen sky", the what?.
Meroa clung to the car's roof when it almost splashed them on the windshield, diverting Red's flight pass to face the mountain before casting some kind of lightning field spell and vanishing in a streak of light.
Allen heard Meroa's last request and decided to follow through, turning to the guild's marine battle front and employing his space armor boosters to get there as fast as he possibly could.
The mountains blurred to low hills and fields, shoreline painted faintly in less than half an hour when the mountain behind him exploded in a deafening roar, turning in the air and letting inertia carry him away from the looming disaster he saw the largest peak of the mountain was gone, "what happened?" he asked his communication crystal, dreaded silence followed him in the air as he saw the rocks and ash clear from a purple star that he could see even from kilometers away.
Turning back to his original course and forcing his way through the air with powerful sweeps of his wings until he started seeing better details than just a blue blur beyond a brown and green background.
The smaller guild ships emerged from their hidden coves and harbors, groups of five to a hundred all beautifully coordinated thanks to his new computers that allowed instant comunications without the use of wizard intermediaries, the pirate armada oddly stretched like a blown baloon letting off its precious air into the sea beyond the bay, most of the perimeter ships stood their grounds, shielding the runaways as the guilds converged from every direction.
His speed took him close to the action soon enough and he veered to the guild command where Hatula was supposed to be, the great tower was far inland but needed him to skirt the bay or go through to the other side, not something the battle singed Allen was thrilled to try.