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Zalbos was lost. Zalbos was broken. He remembered little of what brought him to this dark, empty place. All he could remember is that his people had been wiped out by something terrible, though he could not place a finger on what that was. What had woken him, he wondered. Surely it was the rumbling of sorcery in the land above him. He would find out in time. He struggled to free himself from his self inflicted bonds. He didn't know where he was, but he would find out. He focused intently on drawing any remaining strength he possessed from the earth, but found he could not. Trying time and time again to no avail, he began to grow angry. With a wild aggression, he tore himself upwards, slowly but surely, to the surface.
What he saw when he emerged confused him. Around him lied the ruins of a city. A familiar one. One he once knew very well. This was his hometown, his once safe place. His life. Now it lay crumbled, much like his powers.
But he wouldn't believe it. Not yet. His birthplace couldn't be gone. He must have moved in the centuries he was asleep.
Horrific memories flooded into his brain. His friends, consorts and soldiers, succumbing to the power of something... something he could not remember.
Zalbos brushed off what dirt he could, and stumbled towards nearby debris, and collapsed, exhausted.
