Eudial, Khloe, Playzooki and Cleo begin to make their way down the mountain, after a while they are on the lower slopes and they find themselves passing through a near invisible energy field with the consistency of forcing yourself through a wall of raspberry jam. Strangely, the smell is also quite similar.

Once on the other side them find themselves in a city area - this particular part seems to be a quieter suburban area, and there are only a few "people" about. A huge crayfish with shell piercings walks down the street listening to a walkman, a family of Human height ducks feed crumbs to some feral gnomes that seem to be living in a nearby park, and cyborg practises a level of tai-chi that a human body couldn't possibly manage. They is also a small cornershop staffed by a triceratops headed woman. Much as this is fairly surreal, the sight of a giant tentacled eldritch horror pouring energy into the shield along the horizon *and looking worried* while doing it, is of greater concern....

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Aurelia hovers above the mountain, and even at the height she is at the city sprawls as far as she can see in every direction, stopping only where it meets the sea to the West. The shield is nearer up here, and the very feel of such a shield feels unpleasant to be near, the thought of what it must be holding back is far worse...

She can now see the full scene of the Void-Archon - it must be several miles tall and is draped over the mountain as if it just dropped from exhaustion. Huge coloured patterns across it's shell are faint as if it is low on energy, potentially near to death. The figures approaching are a bit clearer now. At a guess they are possibly distant relations of Angels. They are wingless, twice as tall as a man and with faces of various unusual colours, mostly golden, though several silver and one a deep blue-black, this one taller than the others, and several hate horns like goats. They appear to be chanting, although their faces aren't moving, and there is no love, mirth or wonder in the bearing, as one would expect from an Angel.