Chapter 2 -- Finalizing the Deal Breaker -- The Great Battle Between the Thirteen Realms of Arthen: The Power of Three

 

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Finalizing the Deal Breaker

 

Stellica felt cold and bitter.  She started absorbing the golden magical powers.  She moved swiftly with each step of lightning and electricity.  The pillars started crumbling.  The silhouette flew in a bleep of electricity jarring the lamps on the pillars.  It never displayed its actual human form.

It immediately opened a realm portal.  Stellica filled her body with the life of this West Wing Castle.  Her body instantly changed into chilled blue shade.  She transformed her dress into a silky black split.  She couldn’t feel the lifeform in this castle.  There she placed her flexed palms on the ground.  It dissolved the entire castle.  She transformed the beauty of the land in the Light Realm into a disastrous bitter blizzard of a wide framed snow fall.

She forced harsh wintery snowfalls.  Her power grew beyond the mysterious spectrum.  Which it came back as a warrior man in golden armor.  She kept cooped up in a castle tower on the mountain side of Mount Saint Martha.  His scent caught the attention of Stellica.  She mutated into a dirty black large crow.  She soared to several rows of trees and landed on a large branch.  She spied on this ancient warrior.

He rested in a cave entrance by making a firepit out of rocks.  He stared at the cloudy sky.  He sighed a little.  “Now Grandmaster Sorceress.”  He assumed Stellica was nearby.  The dark snowy haze kept his visibility near his nose.  Then a bird or something crow three times.  His golden armor glowed with power.

The hue released a purified scent.  The snowfall started picking up heavy throughout the evening.  He lit a magical stick of flames.  He picked up his knees in the snow drifts.  The chill throughout the air changed Stellica.  She lost control of her mutation.  She disguised herself in front of this ancient warrior.

His power broke her disguised when she became near him.  He extended his right arm.  She knew that he was the chosen one.  She, without thinking, opened a travel portal.  Her look was surprised by his intuition sparked her heart.  Her love for him started changing the entire Light Realm weather.

Her heart controlled the overall weather of enjoyable warmth.  The snowfall exceeded to stop, and the warmth temperatures started melting the frozen snow.  Lakes and rivers formed.  The two poles kept their temperatures at a steady rate of cold temperatures.  Her coal blackness changed into a purple color within her hair.

The indigo glow of the ancient warrior dimmed down from a heavy golden glow.  It instantly became paled golden.  He found his perfect match for true love.  Mount Saint Martha revealed more of the castle.  There was a moat with a drawbridge for entering the royal guard’s garden.

The Ancient Warrior never gave his true name to his soon-to-be bride.  Stellica felt ill suddenly.  She ordered her future husband to bring a tongue of a dragon from the True Identified Cave.  It was on the eastern side of the Light Realm.  He heard about there were a total of four dragons in these four caves.

The True Identified Cave was one of four passages to the realm of Fire and Brimstone.  These dragons were gatekeepers to their homeland.  His travel was four full days and nights.  He fled into the eastern direction of Mount Saint Martha.  He couldn’t hesitate to stop to rest or eat.  There was a village in the midpoint of his direction.  It was called Hickory.  There were an Inn and a Traven in that small village.

It was on the fifth morning of the ancient warrior’s travels.  He was the only one in the brisk of opening at the Traven for a bite to eat.  There was a woman serving his table.  She was a bit perked with chatter.  He didn’t speak much except that his meal was with eggs and bacon along with two slices of toast.

He sought refuge at the Inn for rest.  His horse went to the Inn’s stable.  He paid in gold for his single room.  It cost him fifty pieces.  He undid his chest piece and removed his knee braces.  He rolled down the heavy blanket and dosed off into a deep sleep.  His bride-to-be made a spiritual connection.

She stood in an all-white silky dress.  There she demanded for him to go into the mirror and fetch the Heavenly Necklace from the Megladons of the Fire and Brimstone realm.  He couldn’t respond to her request.  He lost his voice in this fateful dreamlike state.  His physicality could budge a muscle.  All he could do was just listen to his true love.  Then after eight hours of sleeping, he woke from the deep sleep.

The warrior was coming down the stairs, and he bumped into a servant.  She asked for his name.

“Oliver was I.”

The servant smiled after he gave her his only name and asked her to ask another question.  She wanted to know if he had any siblings.

“Twin sisters from far away.”

He apologized for leaving in the middle of the night.  She finished going upstairs.  Oliver went to the Inn’s stables and retrieved his horse.  He needed to finish his journey to the True Identified Cave.  It was only six hours away from Hickory.  There was a double Horseshoe rock formation before the entrance of the cave.

He finally managed to arrive at the squeeze entrance of the double Horseshoe rock formation.  He tied his rings around a tree branch.  There he shimmied through the entrance.  He eyed his surroundings for a little bit.  He noticed crows with three eyeballs on them.  With that in mind he assumed something demonic was mutating the animals.

The entrance was at a downward angle.  Oliver ignited one of his torches.  He could hear a shrieking roar with each footstep.  It startled him for a while, but he kept quiet.  Then there was a loud snorting with a few flame balls.  Then an odious voice ordered the visitor to keep coming into the ring of fire.

Oliver came out of the shadows.  He witnessed an enormous Megladon.  It huffed out some smoke before mutating into its human form.  It was a young girl.  He demanded an answer to the charade of a guardian.  “I’m abandon princess.  My uncle revolted against his older sister.  You must kill him to take the golden tongue to Grandmaster Sorceress Stellica.”  He didn’t have to put up a fight but listened to this princess.

“How must I enter into the Fire and Brimstone Realm?” 

He asked out of curiosity.  She pointed to the large wall mirror.  She gave him permission to enter.

Before he entered, she gave some advice to him.  “Find Redath.  He’d give you more on your solo mission in my homeland.  This mirror would be the only entrance and exit, so don’t get lost.”  Oliver nodded and pressed his palms forward on the mirror.  It rippled as he entered it.

He fell forward by accident.  His arms were sore from the fall.  He noticed two statues side-by-side of the wall mirror.  It was also found that this cave was well lit by torches.  He strolled near the entrance.  To his eyes were two medium sized statues of miniature Megladons.

He was told to search for Redath.  He had no idea where to look for this individual.  He knew nothing about this countryside realm.  He searched for smoke in the sky because where there was smoke there would be people.  He used binoculars for spying on the scenery from high above the floor ground.

He saw a few white smoke clouds coming from a valley overlooking the hilltop to the western direction.  Oliver covered his head with his cloak.  The ash in the atmosphere caused it to be hard to breathe.  He covered his nose and mouth from the volcanic ash.  He was out in the wide-open scene.

A dust storm forms out of nowhere.  He doesn’t stop now.  He forces his body to keep moving.  He stumbled down the valley hilltop.  He slid down.  A couple of citizens hurried in the dust storm.  They picked Oliver up on the shoulders.  They took him in their hut until the dust storm passed by.

“These dust storms never quit around this valley.”  A male citizen replied.

Oliver nodded in that good information.  He asked, “Could I have a drink of water?”  

Another citizen poured a tin cup of cold water from the indoor well.  “Who might you be looking for outsider?”

“Redath.  Have you heard of him?”

The two citizens nodded in agreement.  They led Oliver to a secret passageway, but before he could enter, they searched Oliver by patting him down.

He got defensive over the security of Redath.  One of them smiled and replied, “For security reasons that’s all.”  He apologized for his remark.  Oliver saw a set of twins in a painting.  He didn’t think much at the time.  Then the second one followed in single file through some tunnels.

There were four men standing beneath some double podiums with three chairs.  Oliver still hasn’t seen Redath.  He started to think that this man didn’t exist.  Two more men ordered for him to sit on the mat.  Then an older man entered the room.  He hasn’t spoken yet.

The second one with snowy white hair took a step forward.  He pointed to the ground for an answer on this commotion.  Oliver swayed his hands forward and then he stepped up on a single step.  “Who was Redath?” 

He asked the single question.

No one spoke about his dire question.  They signaled with a hand gesture to raise the holographic table.  Oliver sighed by shrugging his shoulders.  The second older man waved over an enormous sinkhole over the southwestern section of the Fire and Brimstone realm.  “Go there first.”

“How since the air was filled with ash?”

He led him over to an entire shelfing with protection gear from the ash air.  “Put on one of these protective suits.”  Oliver examined that the outfit fire protective would be more suitable for traveling.

He climbed out of a war bunker.  He used his binoculars to mark distances.  Sometimes the fallen ash was thicker at times.  The temperatures started to drop quicker below freezing at night.  He saw some wild eight-legged mammoths with four razor sharp tusks.

He traveled during the night.  The ash quit for a couple of hours during the nightlife.  He stayed in some caves during the day as the ash dissolved when it hit the ground.  He noticed that the ash must have been enchantment from an overall mystical spell in this realm.  The sinkhole was keeping something enormous deep in the dark.

Oliver noticed some loose dirt near the sinkhole.  He overheard some goggling of hefty fire zooming through the deep tunnels.  He felt different from absorbing some odd powers.  He mutated out some gargoyle wings.  He glided down examining the stone statues along the way.  He eyed some BioHerdic minerals out of cufflinks.

There were eight large gates that formed an octagon dungeon.  The fire fumed all eight gates’ entrances.  He landed on a stone ledge.  He examined the odd situation from this depth.  Still, he couldn’t decide which gate to enter.  Then a back hallway caught his attention.

Something caused dirt to fall from the ceiling.  Oliver directed a fist down on the ground around him.  It formed a forced shield.  His eyes saw chains on one door outside the entrance.  He swooshed his sword to slice the two chains.  The door rose from the ground.  Then a medium sized stoned crocodile stormed out with a dual battle ax.  It swiftly moved into range of the blast from Oliver.

The stoned crocodile wouldn’t fight for his protection.  He wanted to lead the warrior to some unknown source.  Oliver stopped attacking his stoned guide.  He demanded an answer on what was its purpose down here in this labyrinth.  It couldn’t speak except lead to the unknown source.

Oliver stopped chitchatting with the stoned character.  It led to an enormous space.  Something pure black was heavy breathing fire.  Then Oliver tossed some firesticks to light up the area.  It was Megladon.  There were chains tied to its feet that led to its neck.

“Who might you be?”

“King Mage.”

It showed the enchantment locks that only a survivor stone key.  Oliver planned with King Mage.  He would free his majesty by searching for the three survivors stoned keys.

There was one key at each high tip of three highpoints in Fire and Brimstone.  Each key was forged by the three tribal Vanikas of these lands.  The highpoints were all equally as tall as one another.  King Mage ordered the stone crocodile to mark on the map the three locations.  The stone crocodile marked in pure blood the three locations.

Each one was surrounded by four identical mountains.  Oliver nodded to King Mage.  He followed the stone crocodile to the exit of this sinkhole.  It led to some stone stairwells of steps.  He read a description of this stairwell.  “Be Held Responsible.”  He didn’t think much of those words as he climbed to the way out of this dungeon.  It took Oliver three days to climb the stairwell.  He was exhausted from the climb.  He slid a large rock out of the way.  Then when he looked back the rock was magically there again.

The closest tribal Vanikas was near a peninsula.  He examined the map with all this ash falling heavily.  He saw on the map a cave nearby covered with dead vines.  He turned off the map for the moment.  The dead vines sprouted from a poisonous root.  The toxins hovered around this cave entrance.  Oliver sensed the gas in the air.  He recognized this from a particular charm nearby.  It would have been deep inside this cave.  He injected a clean purified jell.

It slowed down the poison from seeping into his skin.  There deep down inside the cave was this charm.  It was a model of Megladon.  He didn’t think about this meaning.  He purified by baptism of the toy Megladon.  The poison evaporated into the sky of ash.  He eased to the entrance.  The poison was totally gone.

He saw a speck of sunlight through the light clouds.  He placed the toy Megladon in his satchel.  There must be a reason behind this toy placed in a cryptic place with an enchantment spell.  He used his binoculars in the shade.  There was smoke a distance from the cave.  He carefully spotted the entrance with two guards.

The guards waited for someone.  Oliver strolled through the ash fill air.  He still stayed in the shadows.  Then an older slender Vanika approached the center of the two guards.  It shot a halo lightening spark into the sky.  Oliver didn’t see a firearm on this older slender Vanika.  He jumped out from the cover into the light.

“Come out of the brush and into the halo light.”

Oliver removed his helmet to show his true face.  Then he acknowledged that this Vanika was blind. Vanika nodded to the comment.  He gripped on the cheekbones of Oliver.  “What was an Immortalization Citizen doing in this realm?”

It waited for a more serious answer.  There was a strong evil in this realm.  Oliver mentioned that King Mage sent him to find three stone keys.  “Call my name Acte.”  Acte gave Oliver his true name during their conversation.  He gestured with his left hand to follow him.

There were walls hanging torches with two skulls on each side of them.  “King Mage was keeping something personal from how he became chained up.”

Acte led Oliver to their royal chamber tomb.  There were two tall Vanikas on their respective thrones.  Acte knelt in front of his own majesties.  He never made eye contact with his righteous rulers.  “Oliver of Immortalization has a request from the overseers of our clan.”

He rose from his knee and left the room.  Oliver knelt in the presence of the king and queen.  The king signaled for Oliver to rise to his feet.  “Respective King Tae.  This would be my wife, Queen Eal.”  He jumped to his feet.  There he guided Oliver to a large balcony overview of the Vanikas kingdom.

King Tae escorted Oliver to their war room.  Oliver eyed the large stone statues that were carved into Vanikas.  He needed to know something important.  “Where was the stone key?” 

King Tae pointed to a set of mountains nearby.  These mountains were tombs.  Each one depended on how it reactivated from your true soul.  “The queen would show you the passageway.”  Queen Eal entered and she laid down an heirloom marker on the map.  It was an image of twin Vanikas’ skulls facing away from one another.

Oliver placed the amulet around his neck.  It started a quick judgmental trial on his three spheres.  He was suffocating for air as if he was drowning in water.  King Tae quickly entered the room.  His majesty gripped on the hand of Oliver.  “Don’t fight it my friend.”  He stayed by his side until the transformation was complete.  Near sunset Oliver was almost completely dead at this stage.  Queen Eal folded a note and placed it in the inner pocket of Oliver.

Oliver had to die to be able to enter the mountain tombs.  He didn’t expect his own death.  When he finished reading the note Oliver understood the explanation.  He had to push the cap on the tomb.

It took every strength Oliver had to remove the cap.  There in the center was a gateway to the so-called spirit world of Fire and Brimstone.  He saw the three stone statues of replicas that were supposed to be Megladons.  There was also the water of the dead running over the entryway.

There were six braziers on each side of the enchantment entrance.  Oliver hollered out there was no echo of his voice.  The skeleton crocodiles wore a shield and a large sword.  Their caps were torn at the bottom of them.  There the headman crocodile gestured for Oliver to approach them.

“Why are you new to death?”

He wanted to combat with a response, but he was speechless from that statement.  Around his neck was still the amulet.  He didn’t think about it now.  He levitated over the openings of the dead.  He didn’t have the demand to say any words at this point.  Two skeleton crocodiles whipped chains on Oliver for their guidance.

He has never witnessed this type of spirit world.  The two skeleton crocodiles guided him over to the Mines of BioHerdic.  The Leadman assigned a pickax and a large basket to Oliver.  With ever struck BioHerdic broke free from the mountain.  It took him eight hours of work to fill his basket with the mineral.  He checked in his gear and basket for the end of the shift.  He receives one meal a day or night, it was confusing to him.

There was no change during the passage of time.  He kept digging and placing the mineral BioHerdic in his basket.  When he was reporting back to the mine headman.  He demanded some answers about this amulet around his neck.  Oliver explained that this was a gift from Queen Eal.  The headman acted like he wasn’t concern but later during the day he sent two skeleton crocodiles to fetch Oliver from section eighty-eight.

The skeleton crocodiles gripped on each shoulder blade and dragged the newbie up to the cave entrance.  They placed BioHerdic cuffs on the wrists of Oliver.  He still couldn’t feel pain in this realm.

His back had a long slash but no bleeding effect.  The unmasked Vanika revealed himself to Oliver.  It was the grandfather of Tae.  His name was Aaron.  He asked if Oliver was feeling hungry from the cursed spell of dying.  Oliver wanted to know how he got back to the realm of Fire and Brimstone.  Aaron displayed with his two palms the traveling realm of realms.  He showed Oliver the twin trees from the left side of the opening.

“It’s a figure eight for traveling through.  I discovered it when I too wore that amulet.”

Chieftain Aaron guided Oliver to the stairwell of the Golden Arches.  Oliver could feel his body breathing and ready for this next journey.  The stairwell spiraled upwards into the bright white sky.   He was blessed by an angel of the Land of Dead.  He was thankful for Eal to bring him into this kingdom.

Oliver breathed heavily for two exhales and then he entered the realms of realms.  It was just as Aaron explained to him.  The twin trees were on the left side of the opening.  He stood at the ledge and fell with arms wide open as an angel would catch him.  He was in a purified bath.  He was swimming to the top for air.  On an altar there was a stone key made of gold.  He took it from the twin altar.

Chief Tae along with his Queen Eal greeted Oliver.  He gave the message from Aaron to the two majesties that he knew would be perfect for one another.  Oliver needed some information on the second stone key’s location.  Chief Tae took his map and drew an X on the second stone key’s location.  It was directional north from the first stone key.

“Take three day’s rations for the trip.”  He examined the passageways on his map.  There was just one question when he arrived at a wishbone crossing.  “Go right on that direction.”  Then Chief Tae and Queen Eal left the scene for Oliver to do some meditation on his journey.

He noted in his journal about being completely dead.  It looked like a different kind of heaven.  He jotted down that he would hate to face torture hell.  Being in skintight chains on your wrists and ankles.  He used his stratosphere to hover in a circle above his physicality body.  Then when he used a lot of strain on his spirit.  He was well rested and yawned from his deep sleep.

He used a medium sized lizard for his travelers in the Fire and Brimstone realm.  Chief Tae told him that it was called a Garlizard.  Most people traveled by them in this realm.  Oliver wasn’t aware of them.  They ate mainly meat from the hunters’ party.  Their noses knew how to track down any individual from their scent.

Garlizards stay with their masters.  They are very loyal reptiles.  Oliver would arrive at his new destination within two days by how fast his Garlizard would travel.  This new clan of Vanikas was stricter within their laws.  Oliver would have to be more passion than he was from the first.

There was a small straight that held a rainforest filled with flaming trees from the ash.  Garlizard ate the decay of animals.  Oliver looked through his binoculars for some intelligence on his travels up north.  There was only a serpent that roamed these lands.  His Garlizard was getting restless.

There were three large hexagonal rocks with a squeezable passageway.  Outside of it were four human skulls tied with each from their nose three tiny bones.  Oliver didn’t allow the fear of dying to stop his own destination.  Then a prick of thrones slit his upper thighs.  Four Vanikas warriors tied his wrists behind him.

His arms were bonded by rope soaked in the liquid BioHerdic.  Oliver demanded to speak to the authorities of this tribe.  Two Vanikas slit two cuts on the forearms of Oliver.  They dragged him in the slush of mud to the three elders’ hut.  There they tied him to a stake in front of the entrance.  They scattered for three days without interaction with the visitor.

From a far distance in the hut the three elders studied this visitor.  He was intriguing them on being in the Fire and Brimstone realm.  They meditated for a three-sphere connection.  Oliver was bleeding from the wire around his neck.  His wrists were becoming raw from the barbed wire around them.

When the fiery ash stopped for a long time, Oliver dosed off into a deep sleep from starvation and dry mouth from a thirst.  The three ancient elders circled the visitor.  Each one slit several cuts on his forearms.  They tasted his blood for verification of who or what he was.  Then they disappeared from the physical world of the Fire and Brimstone realm.  They dissolved into his dream state.

Voices echoed from three sources that never revealed themselves.  Oliver appeared levitated above without the wooden stake.  His eyes started bleeding from the corners.  His agony of pain sent electrocuted waves from his whereabouts.  It caused the paragons of the three elders vividly to his eyes.

Each one held their own idol around their necks.  Oliver emerged from his bondage of barbed wire.  He twitched his right wrists, and it slugged the three elders.  They used four silken enchantment wires.  It imprisoned the warrior from afar.  It drained his empowers from the Immortalization realm.  They started feeding off the bedazzled powers.

The three elders would inhale his true believable powers to feed from it.  Suddenly Oliver emerged from the prism of Lost Souls.  He gripped the throat of the senior elder Vanika.  He hurled broken shattered glass into each one.  He strutted with each step on the broken glass underneath his feet.

He embraced the kickback of the three elders from his superior powers.  The two behind the senior elder started to have their flesh melted.  Then the senior raised his twin double claws.  Oliver warned him that he wouldn’t survive the battle.  Within a force shield his double claws started forming brittle.  He wisped with a hoarse voice on stopping the killing of his brethren.  Oliver demanded the stoned skeleton key of this clan.  

The three elders withdrew Oliver from their grasp.  The three dissolved into ash that revealed the clan’s stoned skeleton key.  The headman extended his right hand on thanking Oliver from getting rid of those tyrants in their clan.  He offered his advice on the third clan, but Oliver wouldn’t accept his ideology of the last clan.  He slid out his three-dimensional map.  He needed directions for the last battle.  He pinpointed to a location inside the next four prophecies tombs.

“Go there and be tested by the Fire and Brimstone’s Four Prophecies.”  He pushed the map in the direction of the heart of Oliver.  Then he directed the crowd to disperse from the commotion.

The four prophecies were just a powerful myth in this realm.  Some people thought so true but later were wrong.  Oliver needed to travel southeast for three days during the night.  The night skies didn’t have fallen ash from the dirty sky rim.  There wouldn’t be any trouble on this curvy passageway.  The wind blew fiercest words in the mind of Oliver.

“Come if you dare.”  It was repeated in the winds of the ghostly mountains in the quadrant of southwest of the Fire and Brimstone realm.

Oliver paused from the faintish words fly around him.  He rode on his garlizard in the swirly curved passageway.  There were illusions of fight scenes from some odd characters.  He couldn’t make them out.  There was a necklace around a woman’s neck.  Then there was a laser light from the center of it.

Then there was a large ghostly sphere played out of a fight.  There were three people involved in the ridiculous confrontation between being the holy one.  There the Heavenly Necklace disappeared from the three survivors.  It shot up in a beam of spiritual light.  But it never displayed the location of the treasure.

He saw a stonewall arch on his journey.  There were some numbers from one to four.  Oliver was uncertain if it was a good thing.  He tried to forget the stoned passage warning.  There were some other stone pictures that represented the history of the Fire and Brimstone realm.

His three-day travel ended outside of the stone statues leading up to the entrance.  Oliver dismounted from his garlizard.  He eased through the different stone statues.  Suddenly their eyes followed his movement.  He displayed both arms as a signal for peace.  He definite didn’t know what to expect from this clan of Vanikas.

The garlizard scattered away without hesitating.  The stone eyes captured Oliver into several laser chains latching in his skin.  Then they tore him into pieces.  But it wasn’t the real Oliver.  He laughed as he hovered over the stone statues trap.  With his palms aiming at the sixteen statues, he fired white full laced beams.

It incinerates the sixteen statues.  The massive fire swirled into a tornado from some unknown source.  Oliver appeared without a single wound from the flame of the twister.  He raised his arms for silence from the inflamed tornado.  In front of him stood four prophecies that weren’t real.

Then the image vanished after hysterical within the twister.  Oliver waited for the clearing of the fierce winds.  Oliver summoned a sleek steel scepter from thin air.  He raised both arms gripping onto the scepter.  The head of it absorbed the magical from the whereabouts.  He kept extending his travel within a force shield.

Oliver entered the gateway through the four arches.  It teleported him to a deserted sandstorm.  He didn’t know the name of this place or the whereabouts of it.  All he understood was four prophetic beings had control of this location.  He marched near the ground from the sandstorm.  He attempted to look up there was a single woman dressed in all white spewing the storm.

“Why are you here?” 

The mystery woman asked repetitively.  Oliver crawled and instantly forced his energy on summoning his warrior armor.  The solid gold armor appeared out of thin air.  He sliced the winds of the sandstorm with BiLic Sword.  It knocked the woman down to her knees.  She recognized that sword.

“Do you remember this battle?”

Oliver shook his head in disbelief.  He would have to wake up with his forgotten memories.  She mutated into a horrific banshee.  Then she multiplied into four that swooped into the body of Oliver.  Afterwards the BiLic Sword protected his holy mighty soul from this waken realm.

The ghostly banshee unraveled her long silky vines of hair.  It tied a knot around the wrists of Oliver.  Then she began to elevate Oliver off the circular floor.  It soared through double edge blades.  He wrapped the vinery hair around his wrists.  He was going to lead a dagger blade on its back.

The banshee transformed into a ravaged human bat.  It echoed a sonic blast that almost killed the ears of Oliver.  He finally got to the shoulder blades of this mutant horror.  He destroyed its wings with his twin blade dagger.  Then it landed on a triangular platform.  There were twin axes on two sides.

“What are you?”

He unloaded a handheld double edge ax.  He tossed it at the legs of the female bat human.  It tied a double knot around the ankles.  Then he gripped on the left ear.  He guided it over to the ledge with the swinging double axes.  He picked it up and hurled its body at the double axes.  It chopped up the body into three pieces.

He appeared in front of a wall mirror that stood tall.  It was a rectangular frame.  Oliver strolled behind it and saw nothing.  He was puzzled by how does this transporter work.  He stood in the middle of the reflective access.  Several ripples ripped through the glass exit.  There was green grass throughout the reflection.  Then suddenly two arms grabbed his shoulders and tugged him through it.

It was dreary cloudy with volcanic ash falling from the sky.  Oliver looked at the sky, there were three suns shining in the sky along with six moons.  He didn’t know what this place was.  The magma flowing down the hilltop.  It was seeping slowly to a halt.  He placed his palm down on the ground.  Something was alive underground.  It rattled and split the ground by elevating some of it high and low.

Then there was suddenly loose dirt forming a massive sinkhole.  Oliver sprouted some gargoyle wings.  He glided along with steam pushing him upwards.  He couldn’t make out some land mass to land on.  There were the Death Chains shooting to latch onto the legs of Oliver.  It slowly reeled him downwards.

It latched several other Death Chains onto Oliver.  It ignited the Death Chains with a burst of flames.  Oliver busted into an electromatic force field.  The flames rallied around the force field.  He was still lassoed with the Death Chains.  They still yanked him near the magma lagoon.

There was a huge palm that gripped his force field.  It dragged him through the heavily magma.  Oliver didn’t fight back.  It wasn’t necessary.  It opened another gateway to another realm.  Oliver examined up into the sky.  The doorway evaporated into thin air.  He glided to some black sand.

It was so exhausting from earlier on the confrontation.  Oliver collapsed on the black sand faced down.  His mutation on his wings was descending back into the back bones of Oliver.  There were some hunters tying the limbs around a carrying log with a barbed wire net.

They wore skulls over their faces.  They even wore bones on the outer part of their arms and legs.  They wore a chest piece out of bones.  They delivered him to a cage made from animal bones.  Oliver was drained from his power.

These hunters wore masks from their animal kills.  Oliver formed tricks with his palms.  It shook the hunters into giddy laughter.  He told them his adventures using magical that his palms helped with pictures.  He tried to negotiate with several shamans of the hunters for his freedom.  They chatted among themselves.  Still no freedom now.