Return of Crude World Projection

The dark, sleek and sharp Skullius rose high and higher into the night which was saturated with the sound of a horrible bell's ring and a litany of screams. Things were escalating rather quickly... or perhaps not quickly enough, at least where Skullius' goals were concerned.

In any case, the Projected Luman needed to gather information before he and his two lady friends moved out as he intended, and he knew just where to start.

As he darted east quickly, soaring in a straight line amid the vast canvas of black above which his tone tried to so hard to meld into, he appreciated how he currency felt. What he currently was.

He had longed for it.

He was light, almost immaterial.

He was free, unstrained.