jæja þá er komið að lokakaflanum í þessum hluta,og þá er komið að lokahlutanum sem er lýst í endann.

einhvern tímann sagði ég að það yrðu fimm hlutar en þeim ehfur augljóslega fækkað niður í fjóra. þetta er helst útaf því að ég oftaldi þá hluta sem þyrftu að vera.
en allavega, þessi þriðji hluti er búinn að vera langur og verður líklegast til lengstur af öllum hlutunum.

allavega enjoy

61st chapter

Rise of the sixth

There was blood. So much blood. And pain beyond everything he had ever felt.
A fatal pain, the kind that tells you that it’s over, life is gone from your body. There’s nothing left now except the dying. Your soul will leave your body and go wherever souls go. But in nightwalkers case it was a bit more complicated than that.

As his soul slowly left his body Wisim spell was activated and with greed it ate the last reagent it needed to be complete.
The runes, the symbols, the circles, everything glowed sky-blue and the stored magic filled the valley. It rocked through the trees, it maddened creatures and shook the mountains.
The earth quaked all around the crate, throwing down towers and houses, magic ceased to function for a while and almost every resident in Kalimdor could look to the south and see two massive energy columns, one in the crater, the other far away out in the sea.

And the maelstrom lifted, dissipated, slowly seemed to disappear.
Wisim’s spell was working; the entire maelstrom was being teleported away.
And far below the maelstrom ,creatures, both godly and devilish awakened from their slumber and raised their heads.
Is it time yet, they asked themselves, has the end come at last?
Are we being released at last? Have the denizens finally gone mad and released us others asked.
But deep in the core they saw the gates of the world slowly open and they all knew that it was time.
And surely the sixth flight began it’s journey.
it was time for them, this was their time at last.
The world would end, not for a devilish plan, not for the use of evil, but our of necessity. Because that was the existence of the sixth.

“NO!” Exen’tor screamed as the world ended around them.
“NO! what have you done?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”
Nightwalker was smiling through the pain, knowing his plan had worked. Wisim had finally snapped, killed him and ended his world.
But there was pain, oh so much pain. How could one stab hurt so much?
Wisim stood still, eyes closed, and concentrated on something.
“Shut up” ,he yelled at Exen’tor, “trust me”.
“Trust you?” Exen’tor yelled, “you just did the very thing I told you not to do. Are you aware of what you have done?”
Wisim stared hard at him with a stern look demanding patience.
“There’s nothing you can do now” ace coughed up. There was blood in his voice.
“I have finished my mission here, soon my flight will blot out the .aghhhf.” exen’tor had just punched him in the nose.
“Wisim!” He said urging Wisim to do whatever he needed to do fast.
Wisim looked at him with concentration and said: “Ad. Aknabara.”
“What?”
Wisim glowed with inner power as he lifted nightwalker and held him high with the swordlike crystal.
And with a voice of thunders he whispered words of power as the maelstrom began to raining upon them.

The gateway was almost open, the maelstrom almost airborne. The most foolhardy of the sixth poised his bloodshot eyes towards the opening portal and saw for the first time the light of the world he was born to destroy.
He reached out his head and saw the sea.

Ad aknabara,Ad anknomor, Wisim chanted.
He was glowing with fervor, blue and yellow, lightnings struck around him and the crystal sword glowed with a heavenly purple colour.
Atop on the sword lay ace the nightwalker agent of the sixth flight squirming not only in fatal pain but also in some kind of a new pain.
It was as if the sword that was sucking him down, somehow taking his soul.
The sword was preventing his soul to leave , preventing it to fully activate the spell.
And it was doing something more, it was sucking it down into itself.
“The world is composed of two things “, Wisim said with a thunderous voice, “matter and magic. Every soul is made of magic.”
He opened his magically yellow and sky-blue eyes and concluded: “and I am magic.”

A lightning struck down upon the sword.which drank the final vestiges of nightwalkers soul.
Nightwalker raised his hand in a last defiant stand against his fate.
Then he was done. Absorbed into the vibrating crystal sword Wisim was wielding.

The rain stopped, the magic disappeared, the runes faded and the spell was done.
In the middle of the great sea a dragon roared defiantly in the storm as a portal closed below him. He fought the magic, he fought the storm and he lost.
With a weak roar his upper half fell down into the sea.

The rise of the sixth was done for this day, the plan had failed.
But a time will come, when the world is without hope, when life has become a fate worse than death amongst the legacies of old.
A day will rise when despair rules the ways, when the sixth flight will rise to scour the world for a new beginning.

But not this day. This day the world was saved by the merest fraction of a change.
Yet none will believe how close we came to the end of the world.

And high upon a mountain in a crater isolated from the rest of the world did the saviors finally rest, their endurance at their final limit.
And with them a sword of it’s own destiny, a crystal formed by the magic’s of Wisim to gather and contain the soul of a dragon so powerful not even combined forces of the gatekeepers could defeat him.



But even though it appeared to be so in Exen’tor mind, the search was not nearly over.
Now came the hardest part, a time of revelations, a time of final reunion and a time of betrayal.



This concludes the third part , a Devilminded dream.
The fourth and the final part is called Betrayal.