Alerron waits for Lifeforce to come close enough, then reaches out to try to grab him with an hand not unlike an iron vise. Though the smoke obscures his vision, Alerron does not cough.
Then the being starts to speak, and Alerron can only gaze at it in puzzelment.
"Arek su lol nama da ruchin?" Alerron asks. To Lifeforce, it might as well be any language he's wholly unfamiliar with.
It's not long before Alerron can hear the sounds another ship, then boots thudding along the ground. This is bad.
Black Sun wanted to draw him out, and he took the bait.
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