Leviticus and Winter finally reach the temples of the Toban plains once again.
"I have been dragged this skeleton and dragon for three days. I know I can't feel weariness, but something inside of me is breaking," says Winter.
"Fret not, we are close to returning. I will replace whatever is broken with remaining scraps from the ruins of the tower. This is our last stop."
Leviticus opens the door to the temple, but finds it empty. "Oh?"
As they enter Mengu's room, they find that he is dead. "Perhaps I probed too deeply into his mind. The Warp is unpredictable, I suppose." Mengu is clutching the armor to his chest. "Perhaps the Warp got to him..." Leviticus rips the Thaumium Fortress Armor from Mengu's arms, the heavy scraps weighing his arms down. "Take this."
"Fuck you," says Winter.
"The goggles are picking something else up..." Leviticus opens a drawer with a massive vis signature. "Jesus Christ... the armor isn't the only thing Mengu was hiding." Leviticus holds up the small purple orb to his face. "...Nefarium."
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Fikre awakens once more on the floor of some massive underground dungeon, his dragon eyes quickly adapting to the darkness. He swings his head around, and realizes all four of his legs are chained. He tries to use his divine powers, but for some reason, can't call upon them.
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"Hello?" He calls out into the darkness.
"Heh heh heh..." The Lich, now stripped down to a bare skeleton, sits chained on the other side of the room.
"What did you do? Who were those people? Where are we!?" Shouts Fikre.
"Hell if I know. None of my theurgies will work," replies The Lich.
"I might know," answers a third figure in a dark corner. Fikre and The Lich both look towards it. The figure is sat back in the dark, his face obscured. Another figure sits motionless besides him. "Don't mind him. I don't think his mind could handle the boredom. We've been here... I think a year, now? The place I'm from never had these 'theurgies' or the like. In fact, I was probably the only supernatural thing in that world." The figure leans forwards into the dim light coming from the barred window, revealing a hideous, noseless face. Fikre and The Lich reel back in disgust. "My guess is that we're from different worlds." Footsteps become audible in the nearby room. The figure looks at Fikre. "I guess I didn't realize how big this dungeon was. The fact that a gigantic dragon like you can fit in here is a testament to that. Also, I thought dragons were fairy tales, but I have undertaken the philosophy that nothing is impossible."
The barred door to the large chamber opens. "Fikre, Lich. I suppose knowing the names of your cellmates would help pass the time for you. The freak is named Horus, and the comatose kid over there is Ian."
"Why have you done this!?" Asks The Lich angrily. "Release us at once!" The man named Horus laughs a hideous laugh.
"It's like a time loop!" He shouts. "That's exactly what Ian said when we wound up here!"
"Undead, you are all a part of something much greater than yourselves now. The reign of man will soon begin once again. As I previously stated, Fikre, you are Temperance, and skeleton, you are Wrath. That one makes a little more sense, I suppose. Talk amongst yourselves. Be merry. For soon, you will all be dead. The return of The Thaumaturge is fast approaching." Leviticus slams the door shut, locks it, and walks down the halls of the ruined tower.
"Four down, two to go."
[END OF BOOK THREE]