Like flys to a lightbulb

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((The last Zakharov-Zurg of that are technically at the lighthouse))

Zakharov watched as the evil emperor walked into the darkness of the base floor of the lighthouse. Waiting to see if it was not hostile, he waited for a few moments.

Seemed safe.

Prokhor entered the room aswell. But something was peculair about this darkness. If only they heard what the Light-Keeper heard upstairs.

It was dark.

Very dark.

"Well that's a severe understatement..." Zurg grumbled, tapping the space in front of each step with a cautious plated toe. He continued to tap his feet and fan his hands out, making sure that he wouldn't be bumping into anything that would otherwise prove a decent bruise in the morning.

BONK!

"OW, FFFFFFFFFF--!" The Evil Emperor clutched his head, barely refraining from snorting out alien swears, and snatched an exasperated hand upwards through the darkness. What he found was a....light? Well, it was one of those hanging lights; the ones with a pull down string. He shifted his fingers down and grasped the string, tugging it once to illuminate the room before them.

"Aaaaayaaah!" Zurg cringed, shielding his eyes. Sudden change in light! Not good!

His vision was currently marred with white, and it would take a while before he could see decently again.