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Titanica listened to Haley and Forde's conversation, taking only a limited notice to it. However, she could still hear the maniacal rambles that the latter was blurting out at random. With Haley looking at the titan in utter dubiety, all Titanica could accomplish was a glance followed by a sudden snort. It was clear that it wasn't the best to engage with the gravedigger for long...

As the group began to transition into the bitterly cold environment, Titanica didn't seemed to be at all phased by the sudden change of temperature. Her body acted like a mobile furnace, as it released a warm heat that encapsulated around her companions nearby. Mana expelled from her core, flowing throughout her body and radiated a faintly blue light from her jagged spines upon her back. While the heat was faint, the travelers could still get reasonably warm the more they huddle up to her. For the Titan however, she wouldn't be affected by the chilly weather at all. After all, its what helped keep her warm when she slept at the bottom of the sea, as well as traversing through such cold environments like this.

Once they witnessed a smoke trail in the distance, the group hastened before piling upon a large mound of snow for cover. According to Forde, that encampment should house Mordus within one of those tents - if only they could get rid of those knights that is. Haley then suggested that they scare them off, before turning directly to Titanica herself.

"[color=royalblue][i]You can transform, right Titanica? Just go all 'You have disturbed my sleep!' or something and I guarantee you these guys will be running.[/i][/color]"

But by the time the harpy had finished, she would find that Titanica was lumbering towards the camp by her lonesome. It appeared that the Titan had already made up her mind, one that shared a similar mindset, as her body once again began to morph into her massive [url=https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/2d01f931-5128-414a-97c7-ec5e31491855/dd2v8v8-53543a8a-62ff-4d54-b590-329994e8a381.png/v1/fill/w_774,h_1032,strp/godzilla_2019_transparent_ver_11__by_jacksondeans_dd2v8v8-pre.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTcwNyIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzJkMDFmOTMxLTUxMjgtNDE0YS05N2M3LWVjNWUzMTQ5MTg1NVwvZGQydjh2OC01MzU0M2E4YS02MmZmLTRkNTQtYjU5MC0zMjk5OTRlOGEzODEucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEyODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.-G8knpinZ-HrEmZkjf6ixJsVvxJ0qV3tC9WIWf1M1HI]bestial form[/url]. Her clawed feet punched through the thick snow like massive pillars, as she muttered a low-piercing growl followed shortly by an ear-splitting roar that echoed throughout the mountain. She took her time to approach the encampment, merely relying on her huge size and intimidation factors as she looked for anyone that could resemble this Mordus fellow.

Perhaps she should've asked what this Mordus looked like, now that she thought of it...


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Morgan stopped to look over at the Altissima sisters struggling to move, worried about how they may not get far in their position. However, she wasn't going to just leave them. The moth-girl ran over and began to push their cart with all of her strength. When that wasn't enough, her membranous wings extended out and provided enough rapid flapping to allow her to move them, all while attempting to avoid getting socked in the face by these wacky birds. 

The more they traveled, the more the fog cleared. And when they ascended down what appeared to be a large basin, she could suddenly see large pillars of both rock and wood jetting from the ground. However, they didn't seem as if they naturally belonged there - rather if they were just placed their by their lonesome in such random locations. Morgan doubted that they would provide them with much cover, but alas some cover was better than none at all. Facing no other option, she was forced to push the sisters behind the nearest wooden pillar. However, it would suddenly be destroyed right before her eyes as an explosion of black feathers and splinters made short use of it. She squeaked surprisingly before suddenly jolting the cart away from the flying debris, rocking the cart dangerously to the left before continuing onwards. 

Then they finally stopped a hut made of stone and Morgan planted the cart down. She panted rapidly as she attempted to gain her breathe amongst the chaos around them. She then turned to the sisters and began to express her thoughts.

[b][color=f7941d]"This..."[/color][/b] she began within the panicked breaths, [b][color=f7941d]"This isn't real! None of this is real, right? The anesthetic must have trapped us within a dream. We need to find a way to break out before our physical forms will become compromised!"[/color][/b] 

The two spherical objects on her head began to vibrate profusely as they began to release a faint blue light, seemingly as a measure utilized in stressful situations...