The Kindling Heath

Skullius found it difficult to calm down until a considerable amount of time had passed. 

Seriously, he didn't think he would have another blob of worry to pester his peace of mind, especially from his own abilities. What were the repercussions of this?

While the second sun in the sky was absent, the Diviners could possibly track down Red Rage. Or maybe they could not. Perhaps the job of the Diviners wasn't a twenty four hour gig. But the night... 

The night was when most of the heinous activity took place right?

The Eternal Storm Veil Penetrator slapped himself in the skull.

"Is this it? That lovely stroke of horrendous luck?" Skullius asked himself.

Maybe. Maybe not.

The Penetrator looked around and found himself on the stout mountain. He had appeared exactly where he had been before he exited Fortune in order to go and look for Red Rage seconds ago.