[i]As the fighting would begin to grow more hectic, with warriors of the sand rushing past Mion and seemingly ignoring her, and Trayven soldiers beginning to call out for a retreat in the onslaught, Mion soon found that she needed to run: the cracks in the earth had begun to split the very encampment in two, the high-pitched, monstrous screaming of something to her far left suddenly calling out - the ringing made her ears throb, yet she would sustain yet.[/i] [i]She found some hope, though: a small party of Trayvens, with a few servants that she recognized, had begun to retreat from the onslaught. They blew the retreating horn, as a few others would join their pack. Cowards, to some, but survivors and saviors to others.[/i] [i]Yet.. Mion heard another calling.[/i] [i]As the ground would split open once more, it was as if Mion's hearing was muffled: the cries of battle drowned out, the clashing of blades cancelled. Now she heard a song, from.. the deep, perhaps. Something that Niki had sung, or at least mentioned.[/i] [u]"Deep in the sands of golden wastes,[/u] [u]Reviving of kings in certain haste,[/u] [u]Armageddon's split, like the ground beneath,[/u] [u]Graves only serve as a temporal sheath..[/u] [u]To the kings of sand.[/u]" [i]When the random, ironically peaceful song had ended, the ground stretches apart once more, revealing a clear tunnel throughout the cracks underneath. Mion had a choice: to retreat with the other soldiers, or to follow this unknown.. singing, which had seemingly chosen her.[/i]