Bharash raised an eyebrow "Do we?" "Yes, we do. Absorbing energy from this hill and figuring it out would be nice." "Besides, a lot of us are going to get hurt in our cheeks if we don't master this power." "Let's rest up a little" Bharash suggested, trying to ease Armagan's stress. "So be it then." Armagan agreed. The nine of them then laid their backs on the hill's surface, racing the clouds. After a while, Armagan raised his head shouting, “Let's move now!" Bharash shut his eyes, frustrated "Who do you suggest should go first, you?" "Not me. I've been kicked in the face before and it was neither funny nor enjoyable." "Well, maybe Drache should go then," Drache gulped in fear from their gazes as he could hear Arma gan's fist tightening. “Go easy on me please," he pleaded. "It depends on how aggressive you become," Armagan replied. Drache took a deep breath and then implanted his hand into the blackened hill, his white horns brightened, his scales simmered and his eyes glow
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