Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ XX09 ❯ Section 0.7 ( Chapter 7 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Author's notes:

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh.



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Last time:

Yuugi simply shook his head. "Don't." Was all the boy said. "I'm going in."

And before the blonde-haired Hybrid could even begin to react, Yuugi moved,
jumping into the portal into the darkened chasm within.

He would play the Game to save Ryou. He would play to win the slave of _it_
freedom.

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Section 0.7


Yuugi found himself in a strange corridor consisting of two doors. The door to the left
was partially open, revealing a child's play room littered with toys. The other was
barred shut, a foreign eye decorating the center of its metallic surface.

Then, he felt an even stranger sensation. His body was moving without his conscious
consent. Yuugi, the one stranded inside the corridor, was no more than a spiritual
essence, a projection of himself. The real body encompassed this entire area with just
its mind.

That meant one of two things. One, that Yuugi was no longer seated in his body's
throne of consciousness and had been thrown elsewhere, into this plane of semi-
consciousness resting at the back of his mind; two, that someone else was controlling
his body.

//There is nothing to fear, my little light. I am here to help you win this Game.// A
whisper echoed throughout the corridor Yuugi sat in, determined but reassuring.
//Watch if you want; surely you might learn something.//

The corridor suddenly burst in a brilliant explosion of light, and Yuugi found himself
staring through his eyes, though they moved intermittently and involuntarily. Slowly,
his stream of consciousness flowed into his other senses and he was able to feel the
dark surroundings, sense the cold, stagnant air, and breathe in excited, trembling
gasps. But none of those actions were his; the boy, Yuugi, was simply a puppet inside
his own body. Another presence was drawing the puppet's strings.

The other-presence, the Game King, or simply 'Yami', was heading purposefully in
one direction, plunging into the thicket of darkness with lengthy strides.

Slowly but deliberately, the darkness around Yami began to waver, pierced by
sizzling arcs of electric white light. Some of the crackling bolts trickled and centered
around one spot before striking the ground in a massive streak of blue-tinged
lightning. He narrowed his eyes as the artificial lightning progressively headed in his
direction. With a horrendous roar, several jagged streaks rushed simultaneously up
from the ground, forming a dazzling cage around Yami and engulfing his figure in
harsh white light. Instead of fading, the bolts of electricity remained, effectively
surrounding the Game King.

"Seraph!" Yami shouted, his voice commanding even against the sizzling electric
cage surrounding him. "Show yourself!"

A low chuckle was heard in response to the challenge. The Game King squinted
against the blinding light circling him as a figure unravelled itself from the dark mists.
At least, it seemed to be mist that wrapped around the Seraph's form in feathery
tendrils. A second glance told Yami otherwise.

The Seraph's body seemed unaffected by the darkness, save the mist distorting the
sides of his figure. The haze began to quiver and spread, parting wide open with a
resounding whoosh.

In place of what the Game King had thought was mist were layers upon layers of
glistening ebony feathers edged with a soft outline. They rustled slightly.

The demon Ryou Bakura, 'Dark-Bakura', gave a sly grin, snapping his outstretched
wings behind his frame. It seemed almost ironic: a white haired angel bearing the
wings of a demon. With deliberate slowness, Dark-Bakura extended a hand, snapping
his fingers just once. Immediately, the cage of lightning around the Game King
ceased to exist, dropping into the darkness once more.

"I shall ask you only once more." The Seraph conjured a convincing smile, eyes
glimmering shrewdly. "Will you join me?"

The Game King's reply reflected Yuugi's own emotions. "Will _you_ join me?"

Dark-Bakura scowled, angelic face demonically contorted. "I didn't come here to talk
to a parrot." His dull red eyes flickered disdainfully at the other and he shrugged,
indifferent. "_It_ would have treated you well, but I guess you'll just have to be
eliminated. No use in keeping spoiled food on the table."

Yami clenched his fist angrily. "The only spoiled food is you, Seraph! You spoke of a
challenge to which I accept, or are you going to sit here and hope to shirk out of it?"

The last comment seemed to have stung. The Seraph hissed angrily, snapping his
wings open and gliding backwards in a single leap. He landed cat-like, white hair
whipping around the sides of his face. "So, the Game King wants to play." The
Seraph chuckled darkly, "You may be lucky, but _It_ will crush you like an insect. Or
should I let my Man-Eater Bug do the rest of the speaking?"

Only sheer instinct saved the Game King from being impaled. His eyes widened as a
pair of deadly mandibles materialized beside his face in a space that held nothing
mere seconds ago. However, he had been caught off guard and barely missed the
creature's blunt claws, twisting his body awkwardly before falling onto his back.

"Pathetic." Contempt was spread thickly on the Seraph's voice. "One turn, and you're
already helpless on the floor. I had expected more from you, _Game King_."

Yami's eyes narrowed. He closed his eyes, not even trembling as the gigantic monster
towered above him and breathed heavily onto his face.

The Millennium Puzzle suddenly flared into life, interrupting the moment with a
brilliant eruption of golden beams. The Man-Eater bug instantly recoiled, screeching
painfully in response to the searing light. It began to thrash wildly, claws rubbing its
ruby-red eyes.

Without even a second thought, the Game King moved, thrusting his arms outwards
to call upon a monster of his own. From the shadows emerged the still form of the
Dark Magician, dark-violet armour glistening a dull ebony. The almost-human
monster bowed slightly towards its master before raising its staff and shattering the
prone Man-Eater Bug into a million fragments.

Before Yami could even consider a second attack, the Seraph struck again, unleashing
spheres of darkened electricity from his extended hands. The Game King hastily
dodged to one side. Some of the electric energy sizzled and travelled snake-like
against the ground, coiling up Yami's legs before bursting in a stream of raw power.

It was the Seraph's turn to laugh mockingly at the Game King's antics, occasionally
flicking an electrified ball of energy at his target while watching the other stumble and
run.

Yuugi could feel the pain too, though it was more of a spiritual impact that tore at
his disembodied soul. And yet, he was more confused than scared. //Why are you running?//
His question was simple enough. //You still have the Dark Magician.//

Yes, he had almost forgotten about his summoned monster. The Game King locked
eyes with his Dark Magician, nodding before redirecting his attention at the Seraph.

In a blur of black-violet light, the Dark Magician appeared, bracing its regal form in
front of its master. The monster quickly raised its staff until it was level with the
incoming projectile, its placid dull-violet eyes barely flickering as the attack hit its
nearly-invisible barrier and disappeared.

Angry, the Seraph continued to attack, building a stronger sphere each time. Again
and again, the Dark Magician blocked it, staff firmly held to defend its master.

"With no monsters to protect you." The Game King shook his head in disdain. "This
Game is already over."

The Seraph laughed. The white-haired demon threw back his head and roared, the
tone too brusque and harsh to be called merry yet too lively to be considered
desperate. Yami's eyes narrowed.

"Yes." Dark-Bakura chuckled lowly, extending both arms and wingspan to their
fullest. "Come and attack me, if you dare. I am a vulnerable target."

The Game King simply shrugged. The sooner he won this Game, the better.
That is, he would have attacked, had Yami not found himself suddenly restrained. He
was simply paralysed on the spot, unable to move, as if his body were rebelling
against him.

//I won't let you hurt him.// It was the determined voice of the Game King's Light; the
human Yuugi, the innocent Yuugi filled with a million morals and hopeless ideals.
Yami mentally sighed at his other's stubbornness. /Yuugi, just let me finish this! After
this-/

//-No!// Yuugi interrupted in a desperate mental cry. //The _real_ Ryou's still there!
You can't hurt him.//

The Game King eyed the sneering, contemptuous face of the dark-winged Seraph. His
eyes flickered from the fallen angel's jagged white hair to his cold ruby-brown eyes.
/There is no Ryou left in him anymore. You were deceived./

Yuugi recoiled from the other's message. How could this-this cold-hearted presence
be anything like him? Didn't the other understand? The entire purpose of the Game
was to save Ryou; nothing else mattered.

By now, the Seraph was impatient. He cocked an amused head to one side, thrusting
one palm outwards. With one twist of his hand, the shadows in front of him began to
mould and shift until they bulged into the shape of a horrific zombie-like creature, its
skulled head peering from the darkened ground. "If you won't attack, I will."

The immediacy of the Seraph's attack caught Yuugi off-guard, giving Yami a slip of
control once more. With a cry of command, he called upon his Dark Magician,
ruthlessly destroying the monster. However, the Game King was far from done.
"Dark Magician, attack the Seraph!"

Immediately, the loyal monster complied, raising its ornate staff at the white-haired
demon's prone figure. Arcs of pure violet light sizzled and cascaded from the
monster's staff, wrapping around the Seraph in dancing coils of energy. Dark-Bakura
soon dropped to his knees, grunting in pain from the force of the attack though his
face was set in a stoic grimace.

With a single wave of the Magician's staff, the electric-violet energy disappeared,
leaving only the pained, panting form of the Seraph. The other looked absolutely
pitiful, once-beautiful wings drooping at odd angles against the ground, one elbow
propped up against the ground to support a face bathed in sweat and contorted with
agony.

Yuugi had gone silent now; though the Game King could feel tiny rivulets of pain and
guilt stabbing his subconscious. He ignored the sensation and focused on the situation
at hand. "Have you had enough, Seraph?"

The Seraph seemed ready to collapse. The once proud form gave a slight shudder,
body rigid, chest slowly rising and falling as if fighting for every breath. The raven-
winged figure brought a hand to slowly part the hair away from his face, shifting his
downcast eyes to gaze morosely at the other.

A wave of doubt crossed Yami's features. How could the Seraph act so demonic and
innocent? Was there another presence within the Seraph, just like how there was
another presence inside the Game King? Was the Seraph's other presence the
_human_ Ryou?

"Ryou?" The Game King's voice was soft, almost child-like. "Is that really you?"
Though he did not look directly up, the other seemed to react to his name, painfully
shifting his knees to move a few excruciating steps towards the Game King. "Y-
yuugi." The word parted from the white-haired figure's mouth in a bare whisper,
followed by several heavy breaths. "I-it hurts."

Compelled by personal guilt and vulnerability towards his Light Yami walked to the
Seraph's side, kneeling down and placing a reassuring hand on the other's shoulders.
The Game King noticed the other flinch a bit. He murmured a few reassuring words to
ease the tension. "Tell me, where does it hurt? Maybe I can help you."

"No you can't."

The Game King was taken aback by those simple, direct words. He tried to look at the
Seraph directly in the eyes, but plumes of tousled white hair shrouded Ryou's face.

"Ryou," Yami was slightly impatient now. Apart from his guilt and Yuugi's concern,
he could feel uneasiness creep into his mind. "Tell me exactly what hurts."

"You." The locks of white-hair suddenly whipped back to reveal a pair of gleaming
russet eyes.

The Game King cursed, shoving the Seraph away from him before the
other could attempt any full-out attack.

The Seraph snarled in response, abandoning all posture to lunge towards the Game King in a blur
of raven-black feathers and silvery-white hair. Startled by the sudden outburst, Yami
found himself lying on the ground, hands trying to pry apart the choking grip the
Seraph had around his neck. Already, the Game King found himself gagging, gasping
weakly for needed air as his body continued to squirm and struggle under the weight
of the other. Yet, the Seraph's hands were unnaturally powerful, clenched fingers not
budging an inch from the Game King's neck.

Desperate, Yami twisted sideways and thrust his foot forwards to deliver a powerful
blow towards the Seraph's stomach. The Game King hissed painfully as Dark-Bakura
raked his fingers down the sides of Yami's neck in an attempt to cling on. Another
equally desperate kick and the Seraph finally let go, empty hands tainted with freshly
spilt blood.

"Bastard." The Game King pressed his hand against his wounded neck, feeling the
warm liquid seep from between his fingers. Yami glared lividly at the Seraph,
watching in revulsion as the white-haired figure began to lick his tainted digits. The
blood-red eyes gleamed in predatory fascination as they glanced at the Game King.

Yuugi had fallen silent, mind swimming in distrust and confusion. Had the entire
scenario of escaping from the Hybrids and protecting each other in the human world
just been a disguised lie? Or was there something else to this Game; something that
changed Ryou just like it captured Yuugi?

"Poor, poor Yuugi." The Seraph teased, pressing the Game King's vulnerability with
precision. "And to think you could rescue Ryou. He's imprisoned now, a mere pawn
under my command." Another deceptive smile crept into Dark-Bakura's _expression.

A sudden rumble shook the darkened terrain, causing both the Game King and the
Seraph to momentarily lose their balance. The rumble continued to grow, the very
darkness around them shaking unsteadily.

Yami whipped his head around in an attempt to locate the invisible source. Another
lurch caught him off balance and he stumbled, faltering a few steps backwards.

Dark-Bakura's eyes laughed. "Yes, it looks like my pet has finally come." He licked
his lips in anticipation. Then, the Seraph thrust both arms out, fingers extended, face
tilted upwards to stare at some vacant point of the black back-drop. "Come out-"

The rest of the Seraph's sentence was drowned by a horrendous roar. The ground
simply exploded into a whirling chaos of electric-yellow light, expanding outwards in
hot, jagged streaks. Everywhere, the shaking and buckling increased as an enormous,
ruby-encrusted head rose from the darkness of the ground, shooting upwards to reveal
claws, wings, and finally a tail trailing after its long, lithe body.

The Game King clambered onto his feet, fists clenched in determination. This
enormous serpentine creature made the Blue Eyes White Dragon a mere child's toy in
comparison. It sported a gargantuan head; a glistening blue jewel lay centered on its
forehead, followed by two layers of teeth, one on top of the other like twin, jagged
mouths. The monster roared again, showing off its massive size and collective rows of
sharpened teeth. Red plates of armour shook against each other.

Dark-Bakura simply laughed. He threw his head back and laughed, a chorus of harsh,
victorious barks that stung the last of the Game King's pride. Finally, the Seraph
stopped, sneering pointedly at his opponent. "So, Yu-gi-oh, you finally understand
why I waited for so long. Yes, meet the Saint Dragon, God of Osiris!" Another chorus
of maniacal laughter ensued. It was the laughter of the cruel, of the greedily
victorious, and most of all, of those who betrayed their souls to obtain such dreams of
power.

There was nothing he could do and he knew it. The Game King was simply
overpowered. After all the struggling, fighting, and internal conflicts, it had all come
down to a sheer contest of power.

"You see," the Seraph gloated over the expression of the other, "I would have offered
you some pity, perhaps a last chance. But seeing that you never gave me such respect,
I feel none for you. Indeed, what a waste of... pity."

The Game King growled. "Demon! Just continue lying - I'll be damned if I ever
listen to your poisonous words again."

The Seraph narrowed his eyes, though they still gleamed with insanity. "Then die,
Yu-gi-oh. Feel your every nerve and bone writhe with agony. And most of all, feel
your _defeat_."

Never to his knowledge had Yami ever heard of a summoned God monster. And yet,
there it was, breathing and moving, a perfect piece of evidence shoved right before his
eyes. In the few seconds that the Dragon God of Osiris powered its attack within its
large jaw, the Game King wracked his mind for any last-minute strategies. There had
to be something to counter the attack, but his mind brought nothing.
Just as the crackling ball of electricity within the Dragon God's mouth expanded to its
maximum, the Game King dropped to his knees. His eyes turned vacant, an empty
hole of despair consuming his soul. He had _lost_. The Game had failed him. But
most of all, he had inadvertently lied to his light, giving Yuugi false hope.

//It's okay.//

Yami's eyes widened. After all he had done, his light was still willing to accept him?

//I-I don't blame you. It's all m-my fault anyway.// Yuugi's voice seemed more
melancholy than regretful.

/No, little light./ The Game King knew he couldn't fit his words within the time he
had left. Instead, he sent out a burst of emotions: of reassurance, of acceptance, and of
belonging to this one confused child. He felt Yuugi soaking up the emotions greedily,
a wordless gratitude breaking through their spoken interaction.

The blast of hot-yellow energy was almost there - it was only seconds now. With a
nod, the Game King arched his back and tilted his chin in defiance, facing the attack
with regal confidence. Just one moment of pain and it would be over. Just one
moment...

...But it never came.

The Game King jerked in surprise as he felt something else hit the brunt of the attack.
Though a twinge of pain ricocheted through his body, it was nowhere as painful as the
actual force of the attack.

Someone - or something else - was blocking the blast.

Time seemed to drag its feet. Stunned, the Game King looked at where the attack had
been suddenly intercepted. Mingled with the flashes of furious yellow was a stoic
violet-armoured frame, dancing for a single second in the electrical flames before
being ruthlessly torn asunder. And yet, the intense-energy attack would have
continued had it only been the Dark Magician blocking it. In the place of the fallen
monster stood a ghostly apparition, stocky and aged in appearance. The apparition's
stance was that held by the Dark Magician only a moment ago, one arm outstretched
and extended where a long rod might have been held.

Just as the Dragon God's attack receded and finally died away, the faint figure gave
the Game King a small, wizened smile, translucent violet eyes glimmering with
reassurance. And then it too faded away, disappearing into the smoking remnants of
the Dragon's powerful energy beam.

It was hard to tell whether the Seraph or the Game King was more stunned. True,
Dark-Bakura was the faster of the two to recover, eyes glowering with irritation and
anger. He immediately thrust his attention back to his monster, calling it once again.
"Just attack, Saint Dragon. He might have been lucky the first time, but there's no
monster to protect him now!"

Something had snapped within the Game King. It was the voice of a human child,
crying a single word again and again. Yami paused, bewildered as he realized exactly
who was calling. /You know who that...spirit was?/

//Grandpa!// Yuugi continued his fervent mantra, oblivious to the other's question. //
GRANDPA!// Flashes of memory began to flood his mind, each fragment bringing an
image of the wizened figure. His grandfather smiling. His Grandfather holding him
up, swinging him into the air.

A box. His Grandfather holding a box. The aged human turned his solemn eyes
towards Yuugi. "Play the Game." he said. "Play the Game and unlock this city's
secret."

Yuugi snapped from his reverie, waking up to the voice addressing him once more.
//I-I don't understand. How can that be Grandpa? Grandpa is-// Even his thought was
a hushed whisper //-gone.//

The Game King noticed the subtle change in the last word, a plea to change a past
already cast in stone. Indeed, if Yuugi's - his! - Grandfather was dead then what was
the figure's presence doing here?

And then, it clicked. The Dark Magician had died the same time Grandpa had
appeared. Grandpa had been in the same posture as the Dark Magician.
It was only too obvious now - the Blue Eyes White Dragon, the Apprentice Witch,
even the destroyed Man-Eater Bug. The monsters that were summoned were not only
powerful, they were obedient, intelligent, and protective. They had separate and often
conflicting attitudes. What truly made the monster, like all the other monsters
summoned in the Game, was its _soul_. Each monster contained the soul of a
deceased individual; or perhaps one parted from the human world. Their bodies were
simply shells, useless husks unworthy of their name.

And even the almighty Saint Dragon God of Osiris was no more than a monster.

Was this the afterlife? Was this what one had to expect: a Game plagued by constant
revenge and bitterness, fighting one battle after another until a final rest?
The Game King clenched his fists angrily, bearing his eyes straight at the Dragon. He
continued to stare unflinching into the beast's glowing yellow eyes, even as the
monster began creating another energy-induced attack.

Activated by Yami's command once more, the Millennium Puzzle flared to life,
glowing in golden radiance.

"Dragon of Osiris!" the Game King shouted amidst the whirl of noise, chaos, and
power. "Listen to me!"

Though the Dragon now turned its gaze towards the diminutive figure of the Game
King, it did not cease building its attack. The energy continued to crackle and expand
within the beast's mouth.

"Shut up!" the Seraph hissed as he realized what Yami was attempting to do. He
beckoned the Dragon to attack, trying to block the Game King from his monster's line
of vision.

The Game King ignored the demon. "Saint Dragon, God of Osiris - listen to me!" he
commanded once more, drawing the monster's full attention to his words. "I can set
you _free_."

The orb of energy within the monster's mouth disappeared. Silently, the Dragon
shifted position, fierce eyes bearing down on Yami to judge the Game King, daring
the other to back away.

Seconds stretched their fingers towards infinity.

In a startling gesture of humanity, the Dragon suddenly bowed its massive head. A
single tear escaped from what would have been considered virulent yellow eyes. The
monster's entire body collapsed, imposing form curled submissively. A small whine
escaped the Dragon's mouth.

The Seraph was livid. He advanced towards the Dragon, hissing angrily by its head.
And yet, the monster made no motion to comply; simply lying in its prostrate
position. Another tear fell.

They could have been crocodile tears but Yami knew better. He could sense with his
Millennium Puzzle the truly wearied soul of the Dragon, clawing at the confines of
the Game for release. His Millennium Puzzle began to glow brighter, tendrils of
golden light wrapping around the Dragon. There was a moment of almost unbearable
pressure tugging at both the monster and Game King's souls, building in tension
while the Puzzle continued to draw on more energy to overcome the barrier. Then,
everything collapsed, heaving back with a sigh. The beast's fierce yellow eyes
dimmed, staring into unfathomable emptiness.

From the monster's shell escaped a translucent figure, soft white hair and doleful
brown eyes a mirror image of the Seraph's. A soft smile touched the apparition's
ghostly face and he gave a slow bow, dropping reverently to one knee. A pair of
snowy-white wings arched from his back, spreading out around the figure's thin
frame. With an experimental flex of his wings he leapt into the air, soaring slightly
before his figure faded altogether.

Silence. Dead, complete silence, interrupted by a cry of pure despair. The Game King
watched as the once overconfident Seraph collapsed onto the ground with the grace of
a broken rag doll.

Yami was apprehensive at examining the other, lest the Seraph was still playing
deceptive mind tricks. Moments, and then what seemed like hours passed by, and still
the Seraph did not move from his fallen spot.

At last, the Game King neared his opponent, watching the fallen Seraph warily
through violet-red eyes. Dark-Bakura appeared almost dead; eyes a hollow brown,
skin paler than ivory. Black feathers swirled in the dead air, curling like dried leaves
against the Seraph's limp body. Only the demon's lips moved, murmuring incoherent
babble in a hoarse voice.

"Seraph." The Game King prodded his opponent with his foot. He recoiled slightly in
disdain from contact with the other. "Seraph." He stated the name louder; shouting his
authority. Another strangled cry escaped from Dark-Bakura's lips. Curious, the Game
King knelt down to catch the Seraph's barely audible words.

"Dead." Dark-Bakura laughed, cut off as he suddenly began choking. His body
convulsed slightly, a trickle of blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth down his
chin.

Wiping his mouth, the Seraph laboriously propped himself on his knees. A faint spark
returned to his eyes once more. "Are you happy now? You defeated me, Yu-gi-oh.
You have _won_." His arms began to buckle weakly, and he fell once more to the
ground, shoulder painfully cracking against the surface. With every inch of effort, the
Seraph forced his lips to move beyond his physical limitations. "You should laugh.
I'm dying now."

Yami winced slightly as the other's raspy laughs turned into violent coughs. He
quickly averted his attention elsewhere as Dark-Bakura continued to cough,
regurgitating clumps of dark-red blood. The crimson liquid began to pool around the
Seraph, bathing half of his body scarlet and making him appear more satanic than
pitiful.

"Why?" The Game King forced his attention towards the other, eyes narrowed in
disgust. "Why did you join _It_?"

Another flicker of pride lit up in the Seraph's eyes. He stared at the Game King, blood
dripping down his chin in thick rivulets, hands covered in the scarlet substance. "I
wanted power. _It_ offered me power in exchange for Darkness."

"You once had a Light." the Game King accused, remembering the soulful eyes of the
half-transparent angel that swept on pure-white wings into nothingness. The image
then became paralleled to Yuugi, and he quickly checked for the boy's presence
before continuing in reassurance.

"Power." The Seraph seemed unusually sedated, most likely due to the excess
loss of blood. "I cannot refuse power. That is all I was created to do."

An immense wave of pity swept through the Game King. So, this was the Seraph's
final revelation. This creature, this creation of _It_, existed only to destroy. The dark-
winged demon had no other purpose and was never taught otherwise.

Yami turned away as the Seraph began to cough up blood once more. His eyes caught
another faraway glint of red, dull and half-forgotten in the darkness. The Game King
stared at the sight, taking in the entire picture before his mind formulated an daring
plan. "Seraph." The Game King chose his words slowly. "_It_ has abandoned you.
You will simply fade out of existence, unless you accept my aid. Though I might not
be able to save your physical form, I might be able so rescue your soul."

Dark-Bakura looked up, brown eyes consumed with an insatiable red hue. "Will I still
have power?"

Yami's eyes trailed back to the empty husk that once belonged to God of Osiris once
more. He admired the beast's magnificent shell as his memory recalled the horrific
flashes of terror and power the creature had inspired.

"Yes. You will have plenty of power."



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