You step off the Atlantean ship, glad to be on solid land again after being surrounded by sickening lifeless metal and choking smoke. The wind ruffles your feathers, stinking of ash. Your six guards stand at attention, armored in bone, with their flechette-spewers ready, glistening in the dull light as the weapon-creatures' organs pulse. You stand on the barren rock, and Kama is there to meet you, with a squad of Atlantean soldiers armed with rifles and armored in steel. Hello.
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