Through parting from his material self, Akatosh's soul has only one place to go. From a pit of darkness an endless void to where the nameless keeper is. Pulled, he found himself where he'd last left the lonely angle. At this time onwards Akatosh was now striking, for one thing, a conversation of presumption. He wasn't here for some honeyed words or romantic courts, Akatosh was now asking for an answer.

Time flies for a second, and little did he know he was holding a crown he'd once took from the lonely angle. Wondering why after he'd saw the thing he was holding and for a good turn he was facing her.

Gesturing a smile Akatosh steps closer which in turn made the angle fluctuated. Standing with her hands fumble together she remains silent for what Akatosh has to say. Elegant and graceful, while uninspiring to the sight Akatosh takes his step. Once he was two meters apart from her, Akatosh then slowly starts a word.

Thinking for a word of a greeting Akatosh sigh for he doesn't know how to address a slow conversation, he was straight at words so to say. After greeting her, the angel didn't answer in words she only bows back.

"You do know the reason why I came here," Akatosh said overlooking the vast surroundings created inside his realm. After his question, the keeper's eye swayed down avoiding contact, and moreover, her eyes were filled with pity towards Akatosh. Unnoticed her sign of benevolence Akatosh follows another word.

"Tell me, what do you know about the cursed thing that I carry. And I've been meaning to ask, from what role do you play in this dice of revelation?"

Taking a walk, the keeper then finally returns a word. "Forgive me but knowest not, I am forbidden to give the answer thou ask. I am merely a watcher that keeps the thing from within." The keeper said with her eyes on the ground as she walks the fluffy-looking grass.

"I see, then what about him he might know some," Akatosh said while recalling what his other self said to him and the keeper.

When Akatosh said his words, the keeper turns to a quick and uneasy surprise. Remembering what the keeper last told him how he can bend the realm to his will Akatosh just by imagining and calling, the dimension quickly calls to his need. Just thirty meters from where they are, a wall of dark mist envelops half of the realm.

"So, he wasn't lying after all," Akatosh said treading towards the wall of darkness. "Sorry honey for the short visit but I'll make sure to return in one piece. And I'll be keeping this crown."

As she watches him sauntering over the gate to the next plane, she quickly calls to him. "Akatosh you mustn't, you mustn't enter for it will tend you through the most terrible."

Answering a bon voyage motion and with a smile, Akatosh slowly steps into the realm of where his other one was. On the other side, the keeper was left speechless to what she just witnesses. The moment Akatosh walks through the darkness there she felt what feared the most.

Upon his arrival Akatosh could see nothing but himself, he could see the place overrun by old ruins and decaying leaves. And through that Akatosh saw his dark self, sitting on a crumbling throne.

"You sure do know how to make such a decent aspect," Akatosh said enthrall to his dark image sitting on a ruined throne at a desolated kingdom.

"Mm-hmm, isn't this the thing you liked?" His dark representation said.

"Quite the contrary, anyway shall we get on to business."

Back forth at the material realm, Amaragnum and Hayes are in the constant barrage of magic power. Both are at their peak to their fullest disrupting each other's spell casting. Hayes the lich still lingers from his spot summoning otherworldly beings such as ghouls, and dark entities.

"Ain't this exaggerating!" Amaragnum shout unchaining the razor-like whip on the claw gauntlet.

From there on, Amaragnum viciously rakes Hayes's minions into bits. But even with the stillmage's power, Hayes stood at every turn Amaragnum unleashes his spell. The keen roots Amaragnum had created from the ground crumbles into dust before it can spear the lich's decaying body. The firestorm the stillmage had created on his entrance wasn't enough to suppress the undead hoard as it rises to thousands… more than what Amaragnum could chew.

"You like to play rough do you," Amaragnum said creating a colossal cataclysm by just putting his palms on the ground.

Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

The earthquake was so massive it tore the ground burying thousands of shambling undead in minutes. But the show wasn't finished as the wind grew heavily spiteful, to those from the sky that Amaragnum couldn't bury begin to dismantle. Their body couldn't withstand the chaotic wind wrenching their wings and flesh.

"I am the master of calamity don't you ever forget about that." So, say Amaragnum when a large magic circle quickly surprised him.

In return for the stillmage dissolving Hayes army, the lich gave him a hazily greenish explosion melting the ground. It was a powerful spell but Amaragnum had far anticipated his magic through embroiling himself with 'dragon scale'. A protection spell that's more powerful than 'adamantine skin' second to 'goddess shield' the most powerful spell ever created. From there Amaragnum stood still with gleaming red dark eyes. The dragon scale-like spirit layering the armor which Akatosh used begins to take its full form. Transparent to the look, two large curvy spikes like horns solidified on his shoulder both left and right.

Not to be surprised, Hayes so too cast his own 'dragon scale' spell. Although similar in power Hayes's 'dragon scale' was much more razor and edgy to the look, plus it was light in color.

Following a spell, Amaragnum calls upon the raging sky. "Lightning", the stillmage calls raising his left arm and like a lightning rod, the zapping electricity funnels at his hand. Chaotic and harrowing but when it fumes at the palms of Amaragnum, slowly it eases. Much to the eye, immediately he thwarts like a bullet ramming Hayes's protection spell. Drilling the layers of protection, Amaragnum went to a quick stop the moment he reaches the core.

"Wail of the Banshee," Amaragnum said, and once he utters the word an inhumane scream of a woman howls through the air.

Piercing death, the undead, and cacodemon from all sides disintegrate into dust. Not only did it erased the hundreds of fiends surrounding the lich, but it also devour Hayes's protection. Leaving the lich standing, Amaragnum tries to claw Hayes for close combat. Unfortunately, not an inch close Hayes turns transparent, and quickly the lich vanishes.

Appearing where Amaragnum was when he'd last conjured the lightning. Again, the place was quickly overrun by all sorts of necromancy and nether creatures.

"What do you mean? Or are you lying?" Akatosh says, passing left and right as he eyed the dark image of his.

Akatosh's dark image chuckles. "Mm-hmm… why would I even lied to you."

"So, you're telling me both of you are just a gate? A double door that seals the thing from within."

"That's what I know. And yes, there are much more things that you and I do not know of… only she's the one who knows what secrets that ours don't have… But anyway…" Akatosh horrific image says lifting himself from the throne. "Aside from that, there is something which I too like to do." He said leaping onwards at Akatosh.

Fortunately for Akatosh the crown which he'd hidden before entering the dark realms flashes a bright light.

Stopping his dark image from coming closer, the misty energy crumbles like ash. "How devious, to think that you took what was part of her and used it. But whether or not, I have the power of advantage--" Akatosh's dark image said when suddenly a hand grabs his throat cutting his sentence.

Pinning him down, anxious and staggering heart Akatosh plunged the shinning crown on his entity's chest as he sarcastically said his words, "in the name of God".

As one would imagine, the dark entity instantly became agonized throwing Akatosh with the last energy he had. Following their short confrontation, Akatosh's dark entity can be seen flagging out. The immense power his dark self was swept away by the holy crown. And with no power to overthrow Akatosh's soul, they are now on a par.

"Funny because there is something that I dearly so wanted to do. And that is putting myself to the test."

"Come, come then hector." His dark image said quickly overcoming the side effect.

And just like that both continue their defiance. Much like Akatosh, his dirty martial arts skill was very equal at every level he throws to his dark representation. Considering they are both spirits the first contact felt different when fighting in the spirit realm. It felt like he was fighting a solid cold wind and as painless as it may seem for a soul, the pain was different. Akatosh felt more than fear, what he felt was like a black hole tearing him apart, breaking his soul into nothing. Other than that, his adversary was different than him for it didn't feel an emotion there was only pure blackness and nothingness.

Fearing at loss, the only thing Akatosh could counteract was his emotion of rage. Amidst each other's wrecking soul, both are having trouble with themselves. While Akatosh had been enduring what he felt from fighting his dark entity, so to his obscured representation felt the holy crown purging him from the inside.

In a state of despair, both sides are as stubborn, there was no surrender nor concede from either one of them. Their fighting continues until their last ten punch put them to the ground. At last, a conclusion was made although from their excessive brawling there was no panting for fatigue, there was only despair of a soul.

Staring at each other's image, Akatosh could see his dark image begun to crumble. Worst Akatosh felt something more than what his dark image is having. Rather than being weakened, he felt the cursed thing coming to devour him, he felt the fate worse than death, he felt his soul fading. And this is not the first time he'd experienced, Akatosh first experienced this situation when the 'first seal' loosen there at Ravalind.

As for his material body, Amaragnum borrowing Akatosh's body so too begun to fade as it goes with the withering soul. In the blink of hopelessness, the keeper came. Quickly extracting her holy crown from Akatosh's dark imitation she then quickly vaults towards Akatosh taking him away to her dimension. Before that, Akatosh heard his adversary shouting at him.

"You felt it did you not!"