While overhead:
The bird came apart.
Technolica and Mother Naturia dropped to the ice, both still five hundred feet tall.
Silveria floated over their heads as a cloud.
Above her, the shroud that was The Fours hovered like the most threatening storm cloud ever.
A shroud with four heads.
A head at each corner.
A head in one corner roared with rage.
A head in another corner laughed.
A third head spoke quietly, yet emphatically.
The head in the fourth corner said nothing at all.
Alison had never seen anything more terrifying in her life.
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