As the rest of us fought against the Rot Feathers who wanted to eat our mangled corpses, the Red Weavers who wanted to turn us into coats, and the Star Vipers who wanted to turn us into living incubators, Hakon was doing his absolute damndest in trying to draw the Storm Singer's… oh, who am I kidding?
Hakon was doing his absolute damndest in trying to draw Frosttusk's old axe from the mammoth's skull, while the rest of us were playing defense to make sure he could inherit his great-great-grandaddy's axe.
We kept up this fight for quite some time until, finally, we felt something different in the air.
Well, Zhen Hai and I felt something different in the air.
'Hurricroak?'
[Yessir?]
'Is it just me, or am I sensing a weird shift in the aether surrounding us?'
[Oh no, you're definitely feeling something,] I answered my current host. [Since I can amplify your senses, I'm feeling it too.]
