Author note: I read the remarks and most of you showed that you would prefer not full chapters of Daubutim, so I'll be showing bits later but not all in detail. But author, why did you then write a nearly entire chapter of Greldo?! Err, well because this was something that was still needed at this point and I found it fun to do it from Greldo's pov. We are going to be heading to far more Irwin soon, though there will always be bits and pieces from Greldo, Daub, and some of Irwin's children. Also, the intermediate parts have been largely dealt with. A few important things to do then we we are going to move towards the move... ahum... aggressive part of the situation with the Chained.
Also, on a completely unrelated note, a few days ago I wrote the 'ending' of the story. As in, I wrote exactly, in detail, how it will end, who will be where and why and what. I already had a rough outline of it, but now I have the last few chapters outlined in detail. That doesn't meant everything in between is outlined, just that I know exactly where we are heading. This also includes a final slap on the Cardsystem.
Greldo yawned, then stretched his arms out. A bustling sound came from outside, and his super-sensetive ears picked up people walking through the street beyond the window, others chatting away multiple streets away, and even two children having a discussion on the roof, two blocks over.
Reaching out, the space beside him was empty but still warm.
I must have been completely out if I didn’t hear her leave, Greldo thought as he pushed himself out of the bed and looked around the room.
It was a spacious bedroom with a large balcony on one side, thick curtains covering the crystal-windowed door. An open door led out into the hallway beyond, which he knew would lead to multiple other areas. His goal now was the private bathing area on one side, and as he walked towards it, he could hear Dahlia in the garden on the other side, chatting with multiple familiar voices.
I guess the cardsmiths found her quickly, Greldo thought, shaking his head as he heard his own name mentioned repeatedly.
Half an hour later, his hair dripping, he walked down the staircase and into the multipurpose room below. Part kitchen, dining area, and living area, it also had an open area in the back with a double door leading out. Those were currently wide open, and in the shared garden beyond stood five people around a pair of Ganvils.
He’d known they were there from their voices, but seeing them all together made him whistle. Dahlia and Flowrishin stood side by side, listening to Trimdir talk about music, while Endil and one of Irwin’s auraclones stared at a card that lay on Endil’s bonded Ganvil, You’gyn.
I guess whatever Irwin thought up has to be really important, he thought as he walked outside.
“Finally, he’s awake!” Ambraz shouted, causing everyone to turn towards him.
Greldo grinned as he walked towards Dahlia, putting an arm around her and giving her a quick kiss. When he turned around, he saw Irwin had his hands on his hips, grinning, which was mildly odd because Greldo could see partially through the translucent blue shape.
Still weird how most of what he does is fire and lava, but his aura clones are blue, Greldo thought.
“What? Did you need me for something?” he asked, focusing on Ambraz.
“Stop being funny,” Ambraz grumbled. “Summon Coal! We need to examine the changes to him and his soulcard.”
Greldo smirked, then checked on Coal, who was currently stalking through his shadow pocket, keeping an eye on a large squid-like shadow creature. Being able to see what was happening in his shadow realm had been something he’d learned over the last few months, though it did cause a slight headache due to the overlapping images.
That thing grew again, he thought, momentarily distracted as he watched the house-sized tentacled thing grab onto a long eel, crush it, and shove it in its entirety into its gaping mouth.
‘Can you come outside? Irwin and the others would like to look at you,’ he said.
One of Coal’s many shadow clones appeared beside it, then the real hound vanished.
Greldo saw him reappear a few steps away, and instantly Ambraz shot through the air towards him. Three other Ganvils were right behind him, though the slowest one let out a warning shout.
“Could you three slow down? He’s not like card, so don’t-” Hou’dor shouted, only to fall quiet as Am’braz and You’gyn nestled atop Coal’s massive head.
“Oh, never mind,” the oldest of the four Ganvils muttered.
Greldo had no idea what they were doing, so he walked to Irwin and Endil.
“Endil, good to see you. When did you three show up here?” he asked, looking at the young cardsmith.
Endil stared at him, then blew out an explosive sigh, glancing at Irwin.
“You weren’t kidding when you said he became stronger. It’s not like the pressure I feel from you, but he went from just strong to something completely different,” Endil muttered, before giving Greldo a crooked smile. “Good to see you too. This really happened just because you pulled in a chunk of stuff that was drifting in the shadowrealm?”
“Yes, but that ‘stuff’ isn’t just anything. Those are original pieces of the shadowrealm,” Greldo said.
Endil glanced at Irwin, then shrugged. “Oh, I believe you that they aren’t just anything,” the young smith said. “You asked why I am here? Trimdir and I were here to talk with the musical cardsmiths about something. Not sure if Irwin had a chance to tell you yet, but most of those Crathan’s that use the musical style? Well, they slowly began gathering here.”
“They did?” Greldo asked, looking to the side where a towering building peaked over the edge of the garden’s twelve-foot-high wall.
Irwin had shown him around the city for an hour before bringing him here, and his conclusion had been that it was big. Not like New Mallorin, which was far more sprawling, but big and dense, with most people either training for one thing or another, or learning cardsmithing.
“Yes! Cardsmithing here is really different from outside,” Endil said, shaking his head as he looked into the sky with a grin. “At least, if your smithing style is one of the music or heat-based ones. Irwin’s ambient soulforce just… flows really smoothly. Don’t try to reforge something like a plant or water card, though!”
“It’s not that bad,” Irwin grunted. “I can reforge any type of card here.”
“Yes, because you are you,” Endil said, rolling his eyes. “Besides, this is your soulscape, so it's even easier.“
“Why don’t you all just reforge in your own soulscapes?” Greldo asked.
Endil snorted, shaking his head. “To do that, you need to have a soulscape that is large and stable enough to allow physical forms in it. Most people don’t have the specialized cards for that, and without those, you need at least two soulcards.”
Greldo frowned, thinking about his own soulscape.
“I could move into mine with just a single ruby soulcard,” he said.
“Yes, but how stable was it?” Endil said, raising his eyebrows. “To reforge a card, it has to be super stable. I can reforge in my soulscape now, since I got my second soulcard, and for any of the cards that match my resonances, it's actually the best option. But for anything even slightly different?”
Gerldo was about to ask something when the Ganvils flew back and hovered a few feet from him.
“Greldo, move us into your shadowrealm! We need to check something,” Ambraz said, sounding incredibly excited.
Greldo shrugged, about to reach out and comply, when Irwin stepped forward.
“Can you bring us to? I am curious.”
“Sure,” Greldo said, frowning at Irwin as he sensed the massive pressure from his friend. “Can you…”
Irwin nodded, and Greldo felt his friend’s soulforce pressure ease up as if it was pulled tightly around him.
He became better at that, Greldo thought, as he wrapped everyone around him in shadows. He knew that had he wanted to do the same thing years ago, he’d have asked them all to step into a shadowy region and touch him. Now he could just force the shadows outward long enough to touch everyone and just pull them in.
I guess this is how Irwin does that with his souslcape, Greldo thought as they all appeared on the grounds just beyond his mansion. The ordered shadowrealm spread far around them, miles in every direction now, and as he appeared, Greldo felt what lay beyond.
“What… Gloom!?” Greldo shouted.
“Greldo, are you okay?”
Greldo looked at Irwin and nodded.
“Yes, just… give me a moment,” he muttered as Gloom appeared beside them.
“Captain?”
“What is happening beyond my boundary?” Greldo asked, pointing at the nearest edge of his shadow realm pocket. “Can you sense that?”
“Ah, yes, Captain. That happened as soon as you were pulled into Cardsmith Irwin’s soulscape,” Gloom said, his eyes clear and hard as they always were.
“Grel? What’s up?” Dahlia asked as she moved beside him, looking worried. “I don’t sense anything wrong?”
“The shadowrealm over there is different from what it was before we moved into Irwin’s soulscape. It’s empty, and it feels… dead almost,” Greldo said, spreading his influence over the shadowrealm further.
“Stay here for a moment,” he muttered as he moved through the shadowrealms like a blur, heading for the nearest edge. Where it had already begun turning into a thick, blurry area before, it now almost looked like a solid border of condensed, smoky shadow. Still, as he reached it, he was able to easily move into it and to the edge. He hesitated only a moment as he reached the area beyond, then stepped out of the border and into the shadowrealm beyond.
It felt like moving into cold water, and as he stretched his senses, he felt like he was in a vast, empty nothingness. Weirdly, it also felt shallow, missing the almost unending depths he had gotten used to.
Is this because we are in Irwin’s soulscape? But why is it different from when I am in the Portal Gallery?
Greldo felt Gloom appear beside him, his form a clear and solid entity that in Greldo’s eyes looked like a darker shadow within the shadowy world. The Elder Nyzir remained for only a moment, then flew back through the denser barrier, and Greldo followed him.
“What is that?” he asked as the ordered shadowrealm of his pocket wrapped around them again.
“Captain… that is what the shadows were like before Yzir’a shattered, and the true shadowrealm exploded out into the Portal Gallery,” Gloom said, staring at the barrier and what lay beyond with a deep sadness. “I never saw it myself, but there were stories about it. Still, the stories say it was even less than that, like a shallow pond.”
“Wait, it's not just the life and the chunks that came from the true shadowrealm?” Greldo asked with a frown.”
“As I said, Captain, this is far beyond even my time. When Yzir’a shattered, I managed to survive on a fragment before falling into a long slumber,” Gloom said. “But the stories? They said that the shadows beyond Yzir’a were nothing compared to what we were used to.”
“Then why are they like this here?” Greldo muttered, slowly flying back to Irwin and the others.
“I do not know, Captain,” Gloom said.
Greldo frowned as he appeared beside the others, who were chatting softly, the Ganvils doing something with their soulforce that he could faintly sense.
“Greldo? Everything alright?”
Greldo looked at Irwin and shrugged as he gestured at the edge of his shadowrealm pocket. “The shadowrealm beyond there is different from what it should be. Empty, dead, and… thin.”
“Is it because we are in my soulscape?” Irwin asked, eyes narrow and radiating worry.
“Probably,” Greldo said, crossing his arms before unwrapping one and placing it around Dahlia, who had moved beside him.
“I can sense it around my own shadowrealm sliver,” she said. “It's almost as if it's not complete, but I can also sense that it's growing deeper around us. Like it's expanding just because we are here.”
Greldo spread his senses again, letting them linger, and he sensed what Dahlia meant. The depth, for lack of a better word, of the shadowrealm beyond his sliver seemed to be slowly increasing all around.
“Let's figure this out later,” he said, looking at the Ganvils. “Are you all ready?”
“Ready? We just had to figure out the changes to the resonance of your soulforce here, which is of a complexity that barely anyone can understand! But sure, we are ready,” Ambraz muttered, sounding annoyed.
Greldo grinned, then moved everyone back out of his shadowrealm pocket, though as he did so, he realized it felt… different from moments before. As he reappeared, he focused on the shadows within Irwin’s soulscape, noticing something he hadn’t noticed before. They did lack depth. Usually, when he looked at shadows, they felt like almost bottomless pits. Here, he could clearly sense that they were barely deep enough for him to move through. That was everywhere except for where he felt his own shadowrealm sliver. In those areas, the shadows were deeper and slowly deepening more.
It’s as if the mere presence of Dahlia and my shadowrealm slivers is causing this… as if nothing like it has ever been here before, Greldo thought.
“So, we figured out roughly what happened,” Ambraz said, drawing his attention and making him realize they had been talking for a while now.
Ambraz flew to Irwin’s shoulder, while the other Ganvils spread to their own bonded smiths.
“Kid, it's just like you said. The soulforce resonance from Greldo’s shadowrealm sliver is no longer just bound to him. It’s a part of his soulscape, like an expansion. The resonance is incredibly powerful, and from what I sensed in his soulscape, the two likely connected on some level when the shadowrealm sliver became strong enough. This caused the resonance to change on a fundamental level, and… well, this part I can’t be sure, but I think that Scathnaicht card that he had? Well, it gave him control over the shadowrealm and acted like a conduit, which then empowered it.”
Right… that makes sense even if I only understand half of it, Greldo thought.
He wasn’t surprised to see Irwin nod along as if he perfectly understood all of it.
“That means that if we can find an external element to bind to Tang’s soulscape in the same way, we can fix his soulforce,” Irwin said.
“Even better,” Ambraz said, voice rising in anticipation. “It might allow us to actively destbalize one of his soulcards and remake it!”
“And potentially cause him to explode,” You’gyn said. “Are you two insane? What you are describing is on a level of complexity that's impossible.”
“For you maybe,” Ambraz said, sounding smug.
“I don’t like agreeing with him, but he is right,” Juul’rish piped up.
Greldo saw Klei'am, the small Ganvil that had been quietly sitting on Flowrishin's leafy shoulder, fly up.
“To reforge a shattering heartcard is one thing,” he said with a quiet rumble. “But a soulcard?”
Ambraz let out a snort. “You three just don’t know how good-”
“Am… you sure you can do that? If you fail, you might not just blow Tang up, but yourself and Irwin in the process,” Hou’dor asked, interrupting Ambraz.
“Yes,” Ambraz said, sounding weary suddenly. “And all your lack of trust in and my bonded smith is annoying. You know what he’s done so far!”
“It is fine, Ambraz,” Irwin said, shaking his head. “You can’t blame them for being uncertain about this. Besides, we both know it will take months, if not longer, to prepare for this.”
“I know. Can’t believe I am actually missing those time dilations now,” Ambraz muttered.
“Wait, you think you can do this?” You’gyn asked. “I know you are really good, but this is a hundred times more difficult than creating a cardseed…”
“For you maybe,” Ambraz snorted, his lips curling up.
Greldo listened to them argue for a bit longer, but when they began talking about how to synchronize resonance patterns, he walked away. Irwin followed him, leaving the other smiths to discuss the things they had just learned.
A minute later, the two of them were sitting at the dining table, food appearing on it, likely pulled from elsewhere in Irwin’s soulscape.
“So,” Greldo said, looking at Irwin. “Beyond those regular Oculithar, having a city in your soulscape, and Zarkon growing fast, how are things going?”
“On Eluathar, they have begun expanding onto another continent near another adjacent portal that leads to a rank five world,” Irwin said. “Scour’s harbor has grown able to hold back most things, and they have actually been luring Shadow Oculithar and Chained fleets there. The south region of the Langost Branch is mostly safe for travel now, and they have begun clearing up the nearby harbors. They are actually planning to head to Fiverio soon.”
Fiverio… I wonder how they have managed over the years, Greldo thought, as he stared at Irwin.
“I take it Giard is definitely shattered by now?”
“We haven’t been able to get into contact with Fiverio yet, so it's hard to be sure.. But without Gelwin?”
The two were quiet for a while, then Greldo sighed.
“So, when do you want to head to that branch you told me about yesterday?”
“Well, did you want to see Zarkon first?” Irwin asked.
Greldo hesitated for only a moment before nodding.
“Then let me bring you out of here.”
Greldo looked through the door to where Dahlia stood.
“I’ll ask Dahlia if she wants to head out. Give me a minute,” Greldo said as he got up and walked to the smiths who were still listening to the Ganvil argument. A quick conversation later, he was back, shaking his head. “She wants to talk with Flowrishin and Trimdir about the shadow cardseeds she has, and see if they have any insights.”
“Then let’s head out,” Irwin said.
The world around them shifted, and from a quiet kitchen, Greldo suddenly appeared on the corner of a busy harbor street with dozens of Crathans, humans, and many other species walking around.
They stood on an intersection with an under-construction dock area to the left, and a large square to the right, with a towering trunk behind it, and an enormous canopy sprawling over them, hiding the Portal Gallery barrier.
“Damn… there’s already six docks, and how many ships?” Greldo asked as he stared at the fleet of ships hovering beyond the barrier, while even more ships lay docked.
“Currently, we have just over a thousand ships here,” Irwin said, grinning. “Most were either Merchant ships or Scouts that we managed to salvage, but there are close to a hundred of Rindiri’s battle ships. They complete about one entire ship per day right now, though we are starting to run low on resources.”
“A warship?” Greldo asked, eyes widening as he saw a squadron of ten red-sailed ships.
“Rindiri has moved hundreds of shiprights to my soulscape, and she and blade have been training even more,” Irwin said with sigh. “Sometimes it feels like my soulscape is slowly turning into a mobile armory.”
Greldo was about to make a joke when he noticed the weariness in his friend’s eyes and voice.
“You know what? Why don’t we go and find a place to have some food, then you show me around the harbor district and we find a place to have some drinks after that?” he said. “It’s been years since we last did that.”
Irwin’s mouth opened, then closed, and after a few moments he nodded.
“That’s a good idea,” he said. “But do you want to do that here? How about I move you to Eluathar, and we move around New Malorin instead? I know two really good restaurants, and there’s a new bar that is being run by a cardsmith friend of mine.”
“Let’s do it,” Greldo said, actually feeling a sudden curiosity.
--
Irwin lowered his Soulstrum Guitar, grinning at the explosive applause from the the over sixty people that were stuffed into the small in. Next to him, Skylar let loud laugh as he hung his Saxhorn onto the wall.
“You really need to be here more,” he shouted over the chattering, laughter, and remnant applause.
“I will try,” Irwin said, clasping the other’s hand as he walked through the milling mass following Greldo who moved to a private table on the a small balcony one floor up.
“You improved again,” Greldo said, grinning widely as he took a long drink.
“Ever since Zan has been showing so much progress I’ve had a lot or practice teaching her,” Irwin said, smiling as he thought of his daughter.
“How have those brats been doing anyway?” Greldo asked, grin widening.
“Ever since Flagrian took over their training they have been growing a lot,” Irwin said as he sipped from a massive glass of steaming ochre colored liquid. Although it had no alcohol, the combination of spices made it as spicy as it was hot, trailing a path through his throat. Especially Soot. Did I tell you how he defeated two blademaidens?”
“At the same time?” Greldo asked, lowering his cup.
“What? No! One at a time, but still… he is two heads shorter than them, has less range, and he just tricked them. You should have seen Flagrian, she was bouncing around so excited, Scintilla had to stop her from dragging him back to another round of practice.”
“How much longer till they get their first heartcard?”
Irwin sighed, shaking his head.
“I’m not sure. Flagrian seems to agree with Tiscian that its best to have them practice to a certain level before doing that. Something about faster growth with less baggage. Talking about children…”
Greldo raised his hand instantly, shaking his head.
“No way. Not until the war is either over, or we have such a strong defense that we are guaranteed to be fine even if those Guidar throw all they have at us. There is no rush either. Me and Dahlia, we can live for another thousand years easy.”
Irwin hesitated, then shook his head. “Daubtim and some of the others have found out that the more powerful someone is, the harder it is to reproduce… same with age. Not sure exactly how it works, but apparently, it has something to do with the soulforce resonance of new life.”
Greldo leaned back, eyes narrow. “How strong are we talking?”
“I don’t know, but you two are already getting pretty strong,” Irwin said. “You might want to think about it before you get beyond the point of no return.”
Greldo was quiet for a lot longer, finishing his entire drink before sighing. “I’ll see if I can get some more information from Daubutim, and then talk with Dahlia. I know she wants them, just not yet.”
Irwin nodded, then switched the topic to other things.
They remained in Skylar’s bar for a few more hours before walking out.
“Let’s just head out after those Oculithar,” Greldo said, stretching his arms up, the before his body, causing soft plopping sounds. “Between the two of us we should be fine, and we have so much other things we need to do I think removing a few things from our list will do us good.
“Allright,” Irwin said as he looked around, then moved Greldo into his soulscape, and from there back into the Zarkon harbor. Alone, he glanced back at the Skybound Bar, deciding he was going to go there with Scintilla the next day.
Then he walked back home, moving most of his focus into the body with Greldo.
-- Far from Zarkon Harbor --
Irwin felt himself being dragged through the shadows at a speed that showed just how much more powerful Greldo had become.
The world around them was like a distant faint fuzziness that blurred passed as if he was looking through a few feet of dark but clear water.
At this speed we will be there in a few hours, Irwin thought. That meant Greldo was much faster than he was, as it would have take him days.
As another hour passed, Irwin felt himself slowly fall into pondering the new things he’d learned over the last few days.
I wonder if there’s a way to create other items or things that resonate so strongly with someone that they can do what Greldo did, he thought.
He felt his full focus drift into the part of him that was being dragged through the shadow realm by greldo, while the other bodies either slept or just lazilly stared at nothing.
What kind of things would be able to do this? Perhaps the earthtitan cards, which were technically unfinished heartcards… maybe even their bodies if the match was correct? Could he move Tang into one and somehow cause a resonance between the Fiz’rin’s soulcard and the body?
Humming one of the many songs flowing through his mind, Irwin absently shook his head.
No, the power from the islands and the giant crab that he’d sensed in Greldo’s shadowrealm were far more specialized. Compared to those, the mere body of an earthtitan just wasn’t strong enough. Perhaps a living one?
I wonder why those chunks of that true shadowrealm even exists, he pondered as he recalled what Greldo had told him about the lacking depth in the shadowrealm when he moved there from within Irwin’s soulscape. It had been normal again when they were on Eluathar, but that didn’t explain what was going on.
He knew it had something to do with that shattered world of the Nyzir, but then what… had there been a shadowrealm there that was now shattered across the entire soulscape? But how did that explain it being on other worlds? Did it leak through open portals? Did that mean closed portals had worlds with a shadow realm that was different… and what did that say about the location of his soulscape?
Irwin continued pondering the oddities, his mind drifting between the situation with Greldo and the shadowrealm, Tang’s soulscape, and his still constant search for the proper handcards of his worldcard when something just clicked between them.
Before the thought had even fully registered he moved into his giant body that lay slumbering in his smithy. Jerking upright, his movement caused the nearby Ganvils to fall quiet, but Irwin didn’t care. He stared at Ambraz eyes wide.
“Ambraz, what if the Shadowrealm came form a world that was made by a worldcarded?”
It was quiet for a moment, then Juul’rish let out a highpitched whistle while Hou'dor and Ambraz landed on the table, mouths a tightline.
“That… can’t be right?” You’gyn asked slowly. “I mean, that would mean the regular shadows did what? Grow into a sort of new dimension that then shattered when the world did, spilling out into the Portal Gallery?”
Hearing You’gyn repeat his own thought pattern, Irwin frowned.
“It’s not so weird,” Ambraz grunted.
“It would explain something,” Hou’dor said at the same time.
“Exactly,” Ambraz agreed. “From all we have learned, worldcarded that don’t have a second body lose themselves when they create their world. Perhaps their world eventually just shattered because there was no worldcarded to prevent it… But how it then spread out?”
“Well, remember what Greldo told us,” Hou’dor rumbled. “He said that the shadows were changing from the presence of his shadowrealm. We should ask him to remain in Irwin’s soulscape longer, or-”
“Why? Dahlia is here! Her shadowrealm sliver should have the same effect,” Juul’rish piped, vanishing form where she stood.
Irwin sensed her reappear beside Dahlia, likely having moved through her soulscape. She quickly explained to Dahlia what they were thinking about, and a moment later Irwin brought Flowrishin, Dahlia, Trimdir, and Endil into his smithy, standing on one of the many floor-sized shelves along the main wall.
“I am going to check now,” Dahlia said, vanishing.
“So, what would this even mean?” Endil asked, sitting down and putting his elbows on the table. “I mean, it’s not really useful knowledge is it?”
“It would mean that worldcarded are even more powerful than we thought,” Trimdir said, causing Flowrishin to nodd.
“Exactly,” the ancient Viridian said. “We already knew they were powerful, but if the world of a worldcarded shattering can somehow change the course of the entire Portal Gallery…?”
Dahlia reappeared, her eyes wide and glistening.
“The area around my shadowrealm has expanded greatly, and although its not as deep as what it is like outside, I am seeing some of the smaller creatures from it drift away into the depths. Where they pass, I can sense the changes.”
Juul’rish whistled again, while Ambraz flew to Irwin, growing as he did before landing on his shoulder.
“I think we should see if Brazardian knows anything about this,” he said.
Irwin frowned. If the ancient Ganvil knew something, wouldn’t he have said something?
“Oh… I see what you are thinking,” Hou’dor rumbled. “You think our old homeworld might have been a worldcarded’s world?”
“Exactly,” Ambraz said. “And Brazardian might have had far more ancestral memories over the years… besides, even though he lost his ranks, he still remembers what happened when he became rank seven. Kid, bring us to Eluathar so we can see what that old rustbucket has been up to. Perhaps, by now, he has finally stopped being annoying and actually chosen one of those Crathan smiths as his bond.”
“Anybody else?” Irwin asked, looking at the others.
“Count me in,” Endil said, looking excited. “It has been a while since I was at the .”
“Same,” Trimdiri said, while Flowrishin nodded in agreement.
“I’ll stay here,” Dahlia said. “I still want to work on the new shadow cardseeds we discussed.”
“Good luck,” Trimdir said as he got up.
Irwin moved Dahlia back to the city, then everyone else to New Mallorin, knowing they would need to find a teleporter from there to bring them to the Crathan city.
As the others did that, he moved back to his body still being dragged by Greldo.