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*The air in your immediate vicinities, within your wingspan, becomes pure, the snow disallowed through as if a transparent bubble formed around you*
I’m going to go ahead and set up personalized microspheres of O2 for the both of you. I’m not sure how resilient you’d be to this, but I don’t think you’d want to take chances if you knew…

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*Projects a 3D hologram view of Roland’s perspective of the environment to the space between us*
Not terribly sure. But its effects are species specific, I can say that much. One guess as to what species that is.

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So it only affects other dragons?

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Faering has been studying this thing for a long time. That’s what she came to believe.

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*Flicks my gaze at you*
It is. This powder wasn't here when I first mapped out the territory.

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Then the threat is... negligible if it's not around them?

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If it’s some sort of defense mechanism, I’ll take it over the bugs from before. Much easier to manage.

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For me, the bugs were less unsettling. Or would one just call that settling?
When we reach one of the flesh straws, it extends and connects to a visible, distant planet that appears to be completely black, and gravity inverts to pull us onto its path*

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Its sphere of influence seems to be realities large. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be a problem, as I don’t think anything else dwells where it lives itself.

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This must be what a germ feels like.

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What does the thing actually look like, though? So far it sounds like an evolved Magala or Gaismagorm from certain worlds.

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I hope every germ considers my body as unpleasant as I do this beast's. And with any luck, we'll be just as deadly.
*The distance between us and the next planet becomes choppy and sporadic with each step, as if the distance traveled contracts between the worlds every so often—at each judder, a golden light tugs beyond the boundaries of my figure before being pulled back, each instance triggering some displeasure across my expression*

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I don’t suppose I really know how to answer that. It’s cosmically large. Like, size of some of the largest sub-universal astral bodies that exist.

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*Glances backward over my shoulder at the world we’re leaving*
As the bubonic plague or something, I hope. Common cold germs would be awful to be in this analogy.

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Annnnnnd, from a distance, it looks like...?

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There was a disease from my homeworld—we called it renha. The story isn't important, but it was very deadly, and I hope we get to be just as painful today.

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*Nods*
An analogy I can get behind. You still feeling alright? I know you resist it, but if you feel it ever even remotely affecting you, I need to know.

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It looks like space? But unnervingly alive? It’s hard to explain. You feel it moreso than you see it.

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You have my word.
*Gold flashes across my irises*
This, however, is that accursed god who would like to retrieve his soul. At the worst possible time.

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Then time is of the essence. You have a destination in mind, I can only imagine? Where are we going and what are we doing there?