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Vidunder did not seem nearly as pleased as Hono was. With a snap of his left fingers, six more bats came to his side, being absorbed rather grotesquely into the bladed arm. The blade slowly melts before reforming into what seems to be a rather large gauntlet, the knuckles shaped much like a bat's head. "Now..." He placed his left arm under his right to brace himself. "...you'd best start forgetting things!" The mouth of the bat gauntlet opened wide, where inside a swirl of black and deep purple energy would swirl before being launched forward, twirling out to streak at Hono, hoping to slam into her and knock her out cold.

Vidunder kept wideeyed, rushing forward as his arm reformed once again, this time looking more like a demon's claw. His target? Hono's head. He would place his hand full over her head, lifting her up before throwing her as far as he could. If this failed, of course, he would instead attempt to punch her for the chest.

Vidunder could do little else, his thumb being severed which earned a full blown painful howl before getting his knee kicked out from under him. "b***h!" Vidunder didn't take any chances, and at the close range, he would attempt to just bend down and plow into her. "URRAGH!"

BAM! Vidunder was sent off, the bat that made up his severed thumb reforming, crawling back to Vidunder. "You really enjoying this, aren't you?" All extra bats slipped away from Vidunder's arm, who stood up. "Maybe it's about time I made this a little bit more to my advantage, hmm? This is your last chance to run." With that, Vidunder put his hands together, grinning wildly as his hair begins to be blown around. "I'm going to take us both to the darkest, wetest place on the planet, see how well you survive there."

V sighed as he dressed his wounds on the body. His left hand was crystalized, the healing proces was going to tak a few days, after all it had been completly severd from his wrist. He slolwy looked around the walls of his maze. As the walles moved around hims every five minuets, changing the maze at all times. He slowly stood up and contiued to walke almost aimlessly but had a vauge idea of where to go. The area was totaly quiet exept for the rumble of the moving stones that formed the walls. Some areas In the maze were only accecable when the maze itself was changing. So that was the life risking part of the test. The stones would move at high speeds as the changed some times sliding across passages. All of this was gatherd together with magic and V was having a good time. But all in all V could not stay here forever. So V put his shirt back on along with his jacket as he moved through the chalange taking note of the patterns on the celing when he could see them along with the paterns on the ground. There were places in the maze that no wall ever moved over incase a person had to rest or sleep. This way that person would not die while they were relaxing and gathering their strenght. This was easly able to find because eveywhere else the stone on the ground was worn smooth from the constant movement and the magic. V had no intention of staying on one of thoes areas though. He needed to enter the second part of the maze before he could rest again. After all the true chalange didn't begin untill he reached the third area. V then looked up and shook his head as he heard pats of the battle going on. He raised his that had been severd from before and smiled as it changed from the blac crystal into the blood that it was. He then shot the blood up though the ground in the form of a javalin. "WOULD YOU PLEASE REFRAIN FROM TRANSPORTATION AROUND THIS AREA!" V yelled through the small hole in the ground. The blood of the javaling crystal lance rained down as it lot its form and V created another hand for himself leting it harden again. The magical maze was not happy with the thought of being transported so it the proceded to begin to close the hole in the ground, or in the cealing from V's perspective.

V kept on walking and stood infront of a door now with his sword sheithed and his mind set and ready to finaly enter the chalanges of the maze. Now he would truly be disconected from the world untill finished recovering what he saught. This door that stood infront of him lead to part of the world where the living are not suposed to go, but for him it wasn't a big deal. This maze out of the five skimed along the very edges of the Abyss, but only certain spots did it cross. After the thrid maze he would be back into the known world and have acces to the out side. There after all he had two more area's to go after finishing the thrid maze. Not the trip back but the trip to Heavens gate. He smiled as he thought about this system and shook his head. This maze was created for two reasons. The first to act as a burial mound for his family. The second was to guide lost souls to a place where they could sleep. As V opend the door the maze behind him closed up completly and when V closed the door the maze vanished along with it's magic. All that was left was the dead ground of the Northernlands with the stones and other objects traped in time as well.

The Northernlands. Uninhabitable and devoid of life. It was a place not graced by the light that shone upon the rest of Gaia.

Where light did not exist, darkness prevailed.

Currently, the southern portion of the Northernlands was safe to travel on for mortals, but further north, where dark clouds lingered in an overcast sky, the air was thick with the stench of death. Mortals travelling up that far would find themselves weakening by the minute, until nothing remained but a dried up corpse. That would soon change. Expansion was needed. With the ever-growing population of the necropolis, more land was needed to build space for them to inhabit and lessen the burden of the already overcrowded necropolis. More space meant that the desecration field, which empowered the evil dead that walked these lands and stifled the powers of those who meant to destroy them, needed to be extended. Several ideas were put to the test. All but one proved to be the most efficient.

A horse-drawn wagon came rolling out of the horizon, carrying a single driver in the carriage, canvas tarp covering the bed of the wagon. Upon closer inspection, it would be revealed that the horses were long-dead corpses, reanimated to resume the duties they may have once held in life. The driver wore a black hooded cowl and robe, skeletal hands holding the reins. Who knows what could be inside. The wagon came to a stop just where the invisible boundary of the desecration field ended. The back of the tarp flipped up and a skeleton in a suit of armor jumped out, waving a bony arm and shouting orders. Six more skeletons, none wearing any armor, piled out of the back of the wagon, carrying tools for digging and chiseling, lengths of rope, and offloading huge slabs of onyx.

They began work immediately, working tirelessly for hours and then days. When they finished, they loaded themselves back up into the wagon and went back the way the came. They left behind a stone structure made from the onyx they brought with them, reaching up from the earth like a pair of skeletal hands, the bony digits splayed out as if holding a bowl, or receiving a blessing. As the wagon vanished over the horizon, a black sphere of crackling negative energy suddenly materialized between the receiving hands. Though much smaller than the one located in the necropolis, it would function in the same way. The field immediately extended another hundred feet. More of these shrines were being erected outside of the main field, extending it even further into the Northernlands. What this could pretell, other than an obvious expansion of territory, is unknown for now, but the eyes of the deity overlooking this dark wasteland extended with it.

Off the northern shore was some other, less significant activity, though it would relate with what has currently been going on. A cruise ship travelling from Gambino to Durem was suddenly attacked by a score of undead, who had crawled out of the sea and climbed up the hull, jumping onboard and slaying everyone but the bridge crew, who were then forced to dock the ship in a newly built port. The fate of the surviving crew remains unknown, but they probably wished they were killed too.