James Comey's testimony was interesting to watch. Let's see if Trump testifies, too, like he says he's willing to. This is going to be a crazy next few months.

This is the antepenultimate chapter of Zoroark's Pendant. If you look that up in the dictionary, that means "coming before the next to last". From here on out, there will be no chapter questions and answers. We're in the home stretch, people. And I decided to delete that poll, since I wasn't getting any votes.

In other news, I'm asking for two Survivor buffs for my birthday (Ta Keo, the teal one from Cambodia, and Orkun, the orange merge buff from the same season). In case you're wondering, my collection consists of Tadhana, Aparri, Huyopa, Bayon, Angkor, Chan Loh, Vanua, Takali, Vinaka, Mana, Nuku, Tavua, and Maku Maku. You can just look those up, in case you don't know what those are.

Finally, we have a new cover picture once again, and credit for it goes to FoxJosh1. He found it on Google, and, should the original owner come to me and request it to be taken down, I will gladly do so and replace it with the one Jirulius made for me.

With that, let us begin the story!

LUCAS'S POV

At first, it was difficult to follow the signal. It sounded like the beep, beep, beep of a heart monitor in a hospital, a sound that did not bring back good memories, what with how Samuel Cranmore and I had met. Plus, it could be difficult to hear over the wind.

However, the more I got used to it, the more I realized that it was fairly easy. It was just like the childhood game of hot and cold. The faster the remote was beeping, the closer we were getting to the headquarters of Team Jewel.

I wondered if it would be similar to the headquarters of Team Rocket, or, worse, if Team Jewel was affiliated with Team Rocket. If that was the case, I was going to be more than dismayed; I was going to be angry beyond all get-out. I didn't want that to be the case.

After all, it was quite simple, and I had had quite bad memories of getting kidnapped by Team Rocket. I still recalled being infused with massive amounts of caffeine and forced to run on a treadmill for an hour. I still recalled being drained of a third of the blood in my body. I still recalled the fear I had felt as I was shackled to the wall, waiting for death to take over.

I wasn't eager to repeat the experience anytime soon, to put it mildly.

Now, though, I had to focus. I was sitting at the bow of the boat, with Samuel on one side of me and Malcolm on the other. Behind us were Garfield and Michelle in the second row, with Eric at the wheel, sitting next to Kieran.

The poor young man in the back looked very ill, more so than usual. His face was practically the same color as the mountain behind us; that is to say, light green. Kieran was probably not used to the sea, and he was clearly trying not to throw up. I only hoped that he wouldn't puke on Garfield, because the Irishman would not be happy with that. One thing that was very clear was that you should never piss off a strong Irish guy. You would live to regret it.

All of us were shivering, even with my thick fur. Of course, on a day in early fall, in Alaska, on a motorboat, that's to be expected. We'd gotten up fairly early as well, so the sun was only barely peeking above the mountains, even though it was about 8:15 in the morning.

Every time the signal got slower, I ordered Eric to change the angle at which we were travelling. I did this as many times as was necessary in order to get on as consistent a course as possible, while still keeping the beeping at a maximum. Samuel was covering his ears, and I hoped that my friend would be able to forgive me for the abuse I was causing on his sense of hearing. Zoroarks had a heightened sense of sound as well, but not nearly as much so as Lucarios did.

The way it was going, I was just glad to be on our way. After overcoming so many obstacles in order to get here, it was quite something to know that we were only looking for one more thing. One last step on this quest, and then we wouldn't have to worry about Team Jewel again.

I continued focusing on the course we were taking, trying to find the right way. At some points, we had to make turns of up to forty-five degrees in order to navigate through the bay.

Being on a Boston Whaler was such an interesting sensation, too. Every time we hit the smallest of waves, the boat would bounce into the air, but only slightly. Still, it was hell on my knees, which were barely padded even with all of the fur. It would probably have been even worse right after I had been discharged from the hospital, since my ankles and wrists had been chafed from the chains.

In any case, we passed small pieces of ice in the bay, even at this normally ice-free time of year. I supposed it was ice-free, normally, in the lower 48 states, but not up here in Alaska. In the distance, there were some much larger glaciers, some of which were breaking apart in front of our eyes.

All in all, it was a pretty sweet experience.

"Are we getting close?" Malcolm asked.

Eric responded to the young Zorua by saying, "Ask Lucas. He's the one who would know better, I'm just the one driving the boat".

Malcolm tapped me on the shoulder. "How far are we from where we're trying to go?"

I didn't have any good answers to that. The fact was, even though we had to have been on the water for a good hour or so, there was no way for me to tell how far we had left to go.

All I did know was that the beeping was getting faster, which presumably meant that we were getting closer. If I was wrong about that, I was willing to swim all the way back to Seward in Resurrection Bay, as a human, which would probably lead to me dying of hypothermia. Needless to say, I didn't want that.

I wondered, once again, whether I would ever become a human again. Even though it had been cool to be a Zoroark, I was pretty much done with it. All I wanted was to be in my normal body again, and I was also wondering what Samuel looked like. The young man and I had formed such a great bond with each other, and I wondered if he looked anything like what I was imagining.

Would he look somewhat like me? Or would he be completely different in appearance from anything I was expecting?

Soon, the pulsing reached a fever pitch. Looking ahead of us, I saw a field that was probably close to the color that had been mentioned by the Flower Queen. This field was a little bit up the hill from a shore that was perhaps two miles away from us. At a speed of twenty miles an hour, we'd reach there in a tenth of an hour, or six minutes.

"Six minutes, guys!" I said excitedly. "We're going to get this done!"

"Let's save the world!" Malcolm squealed in excitement.

It was indeed hard to overstate the importance of our quest. As cool as the experience was, living several weeks in the body of a Pokemon, I didn't want any others to have to go through it. Besides, the Flower Queen had told us that some of the clothing had far worse curses, some of which could even lead to death. That wasn't exactly a pleasant piece of news.

"The field is up there?" Kieran asked. I could tell that he had been afraid to talk, for fear of throwing up. I wanted to ask him exactly why he was so seasick, but there was most likely a very simple answer to that question.

It was very possible that Kieran Mortimer had simply never been in a motorboat before. That made me feel more than a little bad for the guy.

At this point, I no longer thought of the guy as a killer. Yes, he had killed my mother, but my feelings about her had been so jumbled already that it was also a slight relief that she was gone.

Instead, I thought of Kieran Mortimer as a dying young man who was trying to repent for what he had done. And I was able to look past that, which was impressive for me. Normally, I tended to think the worst of people, regardless of evidence to the contrary.

That was the way things were going. I had to trust the people in my group. If there was no trust, there was nothing.

We alighted about five minutes later. After getting out of the boat, Samuel stared up the hill at the field that was the correct color. "This is where we're going?" he asked.

"Sure looks like it" Kieran replied. "Let's force our way through the trees, find a way in. Look for something on the field that stands out".

The question was, what did Kieran mean by "standing out"? On an island in Alaska where there was most likely no type of modern technology, I assumed that we should look for something artificial, something clearly man-made. Most likely, that would be what the entrance to the factory would look like.

Was this the right island? Certainly, the color was right, or pretty damn close to it. It was possible that we were wrong, but the remote that the Flower Queen had given us had been beeping like crazy.

One thing was clear, however: We were going to have to scour this place very carefully.

KIERAN'S POV

Bushwhacking is a very accurate word to use. Certainly, I understood why it was called that.

Even though I had spent the last few years living as a hermit in the North Woods of New Hampshire, that didn't mean that I was that familiar with nature. Indeed, I'd spent most of my time since my diagnosis at home. It was only recently that I had found purpose with this quest.

I instinctively knew to avoid touching the plants with my bare body too much. I was afraid of deer ticks, because I knew that they could transmit several diseases to humans, and I didn't want to spend my last few weeks stricken with Lyme disease, or whatever else you could get from deer ticks.

And yes, I knew, with what I felt was absolute certainty, that I did not have long to live. Indeed, I might not even survive the trip into the factory. I might not make it out of Alaska alive.

It was quite fitting, really. The Last Frontier would also be the last frontier of my life. I couldn't have asked for a more poetic ending myself, although I would have liked for it not to be so soon.

But my death would mean nothing if I didn't help my allies in this quest. If I died now, without doing everything I could to be of assistance to them...I didn't want to think about it.

Once we were through the woods, and I had been scraped up by all of the spruce needles, it was time to begin searching.

I wasn't sure what I was looking for. A large switch? A small red button? A neon sign labelled, "SECRET ENTRANCE"?

Imagine my surprise when it was the second one, a mere five minutes after we had commenced our search. The small red button was buried underneath a good deal of grass, which I pushed away before pressing it.

"Guys!" I yelled down the hill.

The other six members of the group came bounding up towards me. The button had not been hard to find, and it was clear to see that a hole about four feet square had opened up at the top of the hill.

"You found it?" Michelle asked, running up to me. Had it been a horse race between the six of them, she would have won the blue ribbon by far. Samuel and Lucas, for having their fit Pokemon bodies, were much slower by comparison.

"Yes, I did" I said. "It's at the top of that hill. Are you up for a short climb?"

Garfield laughed. "After our arduous Quest, I'm more than willing to do this!"

We made our way to the top of the hill, and Lucas was the first one to lower himself into the hole. He let go and fell into darkness.

"I can't hear him down there" Samuel said. "I'm worried about him".

"I'm sure he's fine" Michelle said.

"I'll go next" I said.

Before anyone else could protest, I lowered my legs into the pit. I teetered on the edge, afraid to think about what was down there.

Eventually, my curiosity got the better of me. I pushed myself off of the ledge and plunged into the hole.

The fall was probably about fifteen feet. Although I hadn't been able to see where it ended, there was a trampoline of some sort at the bottom, probably to cushion my fall. At least I wasn't going to die that way.

The next thing I saw was that I was in a room with mattresses lining all six of the walls, if you included the floor and ceiling as walls. Personally, I think it's debatable. There was no denying, however, that it looked kind of like a room in an insane asylum.

Lucas was in one corner of the room, grinning. He might have still been a Zoroark, but I somehow knew that the end of his time as a Pokemon was coming. I wasn't sure how I knew that, but I did.

I got out of the way, moving over next to Lucas, so that the others would not hit us when they came down. That was what we wanted to avoid at all costs.

Soon enough, Eric came down the hole, followed by Malcolm, Michelle, Samuel, and, finally, Garfield. All of us were now in the same room together, and we had to figure out the way to get inside the factory.

I only hoped that we wouldn't have to get out the same way we got in.

As it turned out, things were going pretty well. We found a part of the wall that, when tapped, would reveal the entrance to a long, dark hallway.

"I kind of like this place" Malcolm said. Then, in a voice that sounded like he didn't care whether or not anyone heard, he said, "Even if it's only because I'm a Dark type".

Of course, none of the rest of us really liked this place. At least, I was pretty sure the others didn't. As for myself, I was fairly ambivalent towards it.

You might ask me why this was. The answer is really quite simple. It was for the same reason that I had always had a certain affinity for Dark and Poison type Pokemon. Somehow, I was finding this more bearable than the others.

This didn't mean that I wasn't vulnerable to claustrophobia at all, however. I didn't like the feeling of being close to two walls on either side of me, although I didn't know if this wasn't because of my subconscious awareness that I would be six feet under pretty soon.

And, suddenly, I felt a stabbing pain in my chest. Nothing was stabbing me, but it felt as though someone had acquired a knife and was twisting it in the upper-right corner of my body, a little below my shoulder blade.

At the same time, I felt like my heart was beating as fast as possible, as though it was trying to get as many beats as possible in within the last few hours of my life.

Did I have only hours?

As soon as I had that thought, another stab of pain sent me to my knees. I was kneeling in a similar pose to the man in the lyric video for "The Crutch" by Billy Talent. I was trying not to cry out in pain, but it was pretty tough with the way I was feeling.

"Are you okay, Kieran?" Eric asked in what sounded like a slight panic. "You look like…". I could tell he was about to say, "Like you're about to die".

Instead, the older man was able to say something else. "You look like you're in a great amount of pain. Are you?"

I nodded. "I'm fine, though" I said, trying to convince myself of it. This didn't mean anything. I still had a few weeks left to live. My prognosis hadn't changed.

"Let's just get through this" Lucas said. Unlike me, he sounded more energetic than usual, standing at his full height at six feet, two inches tall. "Are you okay to keep going, Kieran?"

"Yes" I said. I didn't want to be left here to die. If I fell, I wanted to fall in battle, go out with a bang, you know? I didn't want to just end my life kneeling here like a coward, waiting for death.

Lucas held out his paw, which felt sharp to the touch. At least, the claw part of it did, and I had to avoid touching the point of it. I didn't want to cut myself on Lucas's sharp claws.

He pulled me to my feet, and I was ready to keep on going. "Let's do this" I said.

After that incident, things continued going swimmingly. We walked down the hallway for about ten more minutes, during which I did feel small twinges of discomfort, but not the same level of pain that I had been experiencing before. I continued playing it off, hiding what was really happening to me, simply because I did not want to be left behind. I didn't need the other members of this quest worrying about me any more than they were already.

Eric was leading the way, followed by myself, Lucas, Samuel, Malcolm, Michelle, and Garfield, in that order. The entire time, I was wondering what was going to be at the end of the hallway. Was it going to be a huge boss battle or something like that? Enemies? Nothing but another blank room that looked like one in an insane asylum?

As it turned out, none of these were true.

At the end of the hallway, there was a very large room. Looking around this room, I could once again believe that this place was a factory.

The room was about two hundred feet square, with a ceiling a good fifty feet above us. Even though the lighting was fairly dim, it was easy to see that there were conveyor belts set up at various heights, on which various articles of clothing were being manufactured. Pants, underwear, shoes, socks, shirts...it was all there.

"Wow" Malcolm said. "I've never been in a place this big".

Indeed, it was a big place, but something about it made me feel very nervous. Our luck could not just continue this way. At a certain point, we were probably going to face some Team Jewel grunts or something like that. Much like our mission to rescue Lucas from Team Rocket, I felt that things were going to go downhill, fast.

"Should we split up?" Samuel asked.

When we had done that at the Team Rocket headquarters, things had turned out well enough. We'd been able to teleport Lucas, as well as the rest of us, out of there without too much trouble.

Here, however, I just couldn't be sure. One part of this, of course, was simply because Team Jewel might be defended even better. And, in all of the novels I'd ever read, all of the movies I'd ever seen, splitting up was always the beginning of something very bad happening to the protagonists.

"Sounds like a great idea" Garfield replied.

"Really?" Lucas asked, sounding skeptical of Garfield's judgment.

"We split up to save you, Lucas" Samuel said. "This is no different".

"Let's do this" Eric said. "How about I go with Samuel, Lucas, and Kieran?"

Garfield groaned. "That leaves me with Malcolm and Michelle. Fine".

I felt somewhat frustrated at this. Nobody had asked me what I thought about splitting up. I thought, personally, that it could wind up being a huge mistake for us.

I understood that they might not trust me, not after everything I had done in the past, all of the tendencies I had shown towards not being a very good person. But still, I had figured that they did have faith in me now to help make the decisions.

Evidently, this was not the case. And, as the two groups were heading through the factory warehouse in opposite directions, I got the feeling that one of us might not make it out alive.

Was that going to be me?

LUCAS'S POV

I had been given practically no veto power on the decision of who would go with whom deeper into the factory. As a result, I was feeling pretty pissed about that.

It wasn't just that, either. I felt that both groups were somewhat mismatched. As much as Samuel had been starting to feel like a brother to me, putting both of us in the same group might have been a mistake. This group had three strong males, albeit with a far less strong fourth male (Kieran), while the other group only had Garfield, with a hyperactive ten-year-old Zorua and my younger sister.

Once again, I began pondering a question that I had had for a while, which was how, exactly, we were going to complete this quest. Was there a button in the bottom of this factory that would shut the whole thing down?

One thing was clear, I realized.

"Eric, let's make sure you stay alive" I said. "You're the one with Mesprit. You're our ticket out".

Eric chuckled. "I suppose that is true, Lucas. I'm definitely not going to go down without a fight. At least, not until we've gotten out of here".

Samuel and Kieran looked at me. The former said, "L3, now might be a good time to start creating illusions".

"What's L3?" I asked the Lucario.

Samuel was clearly trying not to laugh. "It's you. Lucas Leonard London, all three of your names start with the same letter. Have you not had your morning covfefe yet?"

"I'm really not one for jokes, at least not right now" I said, trying to sound as calm as possible. In reality, I was kind of angry with Samuel for potentially distracting us.

"But, illusions, Lucas" Kieran said. "Why don't you make yourself a Lucario?"

I considered it. "I'll do it" I said.

I imagined a large, blue bipedal creature with soft golden fur on its chest, along with a spike. I imagined long blue ears, blue hips, and black leg fur. I imagined large black aura sensing organs on the back of its head.

Then, I imagined myself transforming into that creature. I held my claws together, willing the transformation to take place.

Of course, it wasn't a full transformation. I still felt like a Zoroark, but I looked like a Lucario. I saw that it had worked.

I couldn't celebrate, though. Any laugh, or speech, coming out of my mouth would break the illusion. I definitely didn't want that.

Mentally cursing the fact that the illusion was so fragile, I led the others down the hallway we had just entered. Much like the role I had played in New York City, I was the group's silent, somewhat ghostly leader. To an outsider, it might have looked quite strange, but I was perfectly in the zone doing this.

The walls were mostly made of gray stone and bricks, not looking like anything too spectacular. Really, it was kind of reminiscent of a castle dungeon...not a place that brought back pleasant memory.

I remembered the chafing of the chains, the feeling of weakness as my very life force was being drained out of me. That had been far too recent, and I had to fight the urge to whimper at this. I didn't want to be thought of as a wimp, and I didn't want to remove the illusion. I had to hide my emotions as much as possible.

"Let's see what's at the end of this hallway" Eric said out loud.

"All right" Kieran replied. "Let's do this".

I didn't notice Samuel saying anything. Maybe he was intentionally staying silent, so as to make it look like there were two men and two mute Lucario. I smiled at that, trying not to grin.

When we entered the next room, however, I was blown away at what was there. I had to fight the urge to gasp.

We appeared to be in an underground clothing store. All manners of clothing, such as shirts, socks, pairs of pants, boxers, briefs, scarves, hats, you name it...they were all hung on racks above us. I didn't know why they were there, but they probably did serve some purpose.

Suddenly, Kieran's eyes became wide, as if he had just realized something absolutely earth-shattering. Which, given the immense amount of knowledge that he was seeming to have that we didn't, was more than likely.

"Lucas...Samuel...I advise you put on some clothes" Kieran said to us.

I was skeptical of this. Why would I be willing to put on clothes that might not even fit me as a Zoroark, clothes that might be cursed? Unless…

"Why do you think they should do that?" Eric asked the dying man.

"Because", Kieran said, "I strongly suspect that they're going to turn human again once they step through that door in front of us".

I looked at the door he was referring to. There was a yellow beam of light coming out of it, casting amber light upon the various garments.

"Are you sure about that?" I asked.

I soon realized my mistake; in talking, I had caused the illusion to dissolve. I no longer resembled a Lucario, my blue fur having been replaced by black and red.

"Yes, I am sure" Kieran said, giggling quietly. "I'm as sure about this as I am about anything else".

The way he was saying it, I was reluctant to trust the dying man. If he was really this close to snuffing it, what reason did I have to trust him? What reason did he have not to create a little chaos, just for fun?

Hopefully, he did have some other purpose for living, even if not for very much longer, other than simply existing. If not, I didn't feel very good being around him.

On the other hand, he had given us some pretty good information before. As much as I still hated him for attacking Samuel and myself, I did feel like there was reason to trust him, even if my trust for him was on thin ice.

"Let's do this, Samuel" I said, smiling.

"You're about to find out what I look like" he replied, clearly trying not to laugh.

With that, both of us selected our clothes to put on. Samuel dressed himself in briefs, khaki pants, a red shirt, and also collected socks and a pair of shoes to run in, since he would no longer be a Lucario, assuming Kieran was to be trusted.

I chose boxers, black gym pants, a Ghostbusters T-shirt, and socks as well. It was a tight fit on my large Pokemon body, but I was hopeful that I would shrink down to human size, rather than walk through that door and look like a complete and total idiot on the other side.

"Are you ready?" Kieran asked.

As we both nodded, a lot of thoughts went through my mind.

As unique and eye-opening of an experience being a Pokemon had been, it would all have to end somewhere. I, for one, knew that there were good reasons to want to be a human rather than a Zoroark. For one, I would be able to wear clothes more easily, and I wouldn't have Team Rocket after me. Besides, once we were on the other side of that door, there was a chance that our being human again would enable us to save the world, or at least save it from this one threat.

It was also entirely possible, even probable, that my mother, who, with all of her faults, did not deserve to die, would not have met the fate that she did.

On the other hand, there had been plenty of good things that had come as well. Learning illusions from Eric, the man who had helped organize my rescue from the clutches of Team Rocket. Meeting the family of Greenlakes in the Zoroark village up in Quebec. Waking up in hospital and realizing that our group of seven was pretty tight-knit, having risked everything just for me. That had certainly grown our trust in each other.

But none of that had depended upon my being a Zoroark. Or had it?

"Are you ready, Samuel?" I asked the Lucario, seeing just how excited he was to be a human as well. Samuel Cranmore was grinning like a maniac, and I remembered how the stabbing had been an attempted suicide, Samuel not wanting to live with being a Lucario around his family. That was something I was coming to understand more and more.

"As ready as I'll ever be!" he exclaimed.

I knew that Samuel knew what I looked like, for I had been a human for a couple of days even after he had moved in with my family. I wasn't sure what he looked like, though.

"Let's see if Kieran's right" Eric said. "Walk into the light, but carefully. Hopefully, there aren't huge cannons there that will blast you guys to pieces if you aren't careful".

"Yeah, better to be careful about that" Kieran said, sounding more carefree than usual. Was he at peace with everything?

With that, Samuel and I walked into the light.

As soon as we did, I felt everything change.

My body shrunk slightly in size, while my hair receded into my head. My eyes pretty much stayed the same, although they became smaller. My teeth shrank and became straighter, as my legs lengthened, the black fur changing into a thin forest of brown leg hair. I also felt the structure of my body alter itself as well, back to normal.

I had become a human again.

ERIC'S POV

As soon as Kieran and I saw Lucas and Samuel walk into the light, I noticed both of them change back into humans.

The younger man, as well as myself, jogged to catch up to them. Immediately, I was glad that they had put on clothes before they had made their retransformation.

Lucas London had turned out to be a tall, broad-shouldered boy with slightly long, fluffy light brown hair and steel blue eyes. He looked fairly handsome, although he could have used a haircut. That hair really was kind of unruly. And, while he did resemble his younger sister in some ways, he had a certain look about him that did make him look nerdy, even without glasses.

Samuel Cranmore, on the other hand, was slightly shorter. Whereas Lucas was 6'2", Samuel was probably about six feet even. He had black hair and green eyes, with glasses as well. For all the world, he kind of looked like Harry Potter, but with no scar on his forehead. He looked like a slightly more handsome version of a stereotypical nerd.

"You guys look good!" Kieran exclaimed. "Not what I pictured your human forms as being like".

"How did you picture us, Kieran?" Samuel asked, shooting the dying man a strange look.

"I don't know. Shorter than that?"

Both boys laughed. "Let's just shut down this factory" Lucas said. His voice seemed to have slightly less confidence, now. He no longer had the usual growling tone of a Zoroark, instead having his deep, albeit still slightly accented, voice.

It was quite something to see, and hear, Samuel and Lucas speak as humans. I had always thought of them as being a Lucario and Zoroark, respectively, even though I had been aware this whole time that they had not been Pokemon originally.

"Guys" Kieran said.

"What is it?" Lucas asked him. "Does it have something to do with...you know what?"

"No" the young man said. "Or, I don't know. It does seem like I have more aura in my system now. That could just be me, though".

"Very different from me, then" Samuel replied. "It seems like I have less aura now, since I'm no longer a Lucario. I still have a little bit left, though".

"Cool" I told him. "Let's go down the hallway, and see where that takes us. Kieran, can you sense anything?"

The dying man seemed to heighten his focus. "Yes. At the end of this hallway, there's something important. Maybe what we're looking for, in order to shut down the factory".

Lucas and I looked at each other, shrugging. I supposed that, if Kieran's aura abilities seemed to point us in this direction, why not follow it?

We continued down the hallway for what seemed to be several minutes. Throughout that whole time, none of us said a word. Our hearts were pounding, we were breathing heavily, and we didn't know what we would face at the end of that corridor.

Then, we saw a spot of light in front of us. We made for it at as fast a pace as the now-humans could tolerate. Clearly, Lucas was used to being a Zoroark, and Samuel was used to being a Lucario. It took some time to acclimate to not having superhuman running abilities, for sure.

Once we were there, we saw the lay of the room. It appeared to be a throne room of some description, with a large teal-and-gold throne, a crimson-and-gold carpet, and orange walls surrounding all of it. It looked like a cathedral, honestly.

Suddenly, Kieran collapsed to the ground.