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Worlds end - to some it is the end of the world. To others it is the weakest and strongest border from our universe to all the others. The mountain range is located in north Zakernand and is icy and jagged. A mystical group known as the Unbound guard it, they are the devoted followers of those that believe The End must be protected. Within the halls and corridors there is a hum of magical power, a raw and seemingly untouchable stream of power. The largest of these halls is gigantic and lined with black stone columns surrounded a raised level in the centre. On it - a well. Above, another. Between these two wells from ground to ceiling is the fabric of reality, hanging in the balance. The Unbound have learned to harness its power and have sacrificed much of themselves and their past lives to understand it. Some see the Unbound as a myth, others as people to fear.

During the events of the Darkness of Lucifial, the Greater Demon of Betrayal of the same name succeeded in reaching this monolithic site. He sought to use the fabric of reality to enhance his power - and enhance he did. With the Black Jewel in his possession and the core of World's End at his fingertips he plunged the world of Magic Earth into darkness.

World's End suffered greatly. Most of the Unbound were killed and had their minds re-inserted after being twisted with lies. When Lucifial was defeated by Team Elixer, his soul was almost obliterated. It's unsure how, but Lucifial's soul, or what's left of it, seems to have been locked away in the Black Jewel (now back in the Syndicate's possession).

Now, a handful of the Unbound survive, and beneath them are many students hoping to learn the secrets of World's End in a hope to prevent evil from ever getting inside their ancient walls again.

LAXIOȠ

The party was thankful, particularly Adi who noted their names to show her appreciation. Now Zuriel was silent, and he showed no intentions of showing himself in front of the others. Vigour's only fear was that Lysandiel may well expose him at any moment to his brethren. The shame in being locked with the soul of a human was more than distasteful. "You're kind does not appreciate enough" Injustira replied, then noticing Lucas who was still knelt on the ground at the aspect of Justice. Injustira's reverberating voice was still something Lucas was getting used to, and the High Angel asked "I would be as bold as to presume you are something to do with the leftovers of the Order". Lucas nodded, "Yes, My Angel, I am the heir to the Injustira Syndicate..."
"It is not what is used to be" Injustira said, some sorrow and some disinterest in his voice. "We have no time to quarrel over such loose ends, Injustira. The world has changed and so it must to adapt." Mesraphael stood deathly still, like an old statue in the middle of a graveyard. Alexis couldn't take her eye off him, he was so much darker than the rest of them. What was he? The Aspect of Reason, she could recall reading what little they knew of him in the libraries of Merlin Academy. He was supposed to be the greatest being of knowledge known to live. Reason then spoke up, "It would be wise to attack quicker rather than sooner. Lucifial does not plan for fast schemes."
"And it would appear he has a remnant of the Omnijewel." Injustira said, "Do you feel it?" he turned to Scentiel, who nodded. Nyru was having a difficult time being around them, leaning over so slightly on Laxion's side, "are you okay?" he asked, "I don't know" he said quietly back. "I feel as though i could cry... but I do not know if im sad or angry... or happy...". Lysandiel heard and instantly worried for the mortal's well-beings. Lysandiel looked around briefly and said "Being surrounded by our presence is not good for the mortal mind. Your emotions will be amplified and it may well be difficult for you to keep a clear head without breaking out in terror or becoming blissfully unaware of your surroundings."
"Then we go" Alexis said. Lysandiel nodded and replied "I will come with you". Scentiel then softly added "We will defend the entrances" as she summoned her own spear, it was draped in white and gold ribbons. Mesraphael slowly hovered over to place with Scentiel, whilst Injustira said "I must leave. The Omnijewel's presence, it's dangerously active south east from here. I fear it is being used at Hell's Gate.

With that, each of them had their last words against or for each other as the party regrouped and began to make their way up the snowy path. As the demons finally found them, and attempted to follow, Scentiel would swoop through them, cutting through them or impaling them on her spear of light. Mesraphael was quick to react, barely moving whenever a demon got too close. In clean movements he would dodge attacks and then use it against them, often lettingt he demons kill each other. Other times Mesraphael would clasp a hold of a demon's head, and eventually it would die as its mind sizzled. Scentiel, at long range, would slash her spear and let loose a torrent of ribbon, much like steel that ripped through the earth until it hit it's enemy. More angels would come in time. Injustira meanwhile made way for Bloodholme with a small army of Angels of Justice.

((time for Lucifial))

LAXIOȠ

((I hope your characters are prepared for the horrors which they are about to be faced with))


It was some time before Lysandiel began to wonder what it was that Lucifial must have up his sleeve. Counting his steps since they entered he could have guessed something closer to a thousand. The thought was enough to make his ethereal legs ache, something which he would never truly understand as an angel. As they traversed the corridors there were no ambush', no dead... there was just silence and darkness around each corner - emptiness that made them question why they were here. Laxion felt the air playing tricks on him which each turning too, he'd swear he'd see things in the corner of his eye, hazy figures would attempt to make him jump from his skin, sometimes he may even flinch, believing he had heard the scream of a young woman. But he kept himself well prepared, he kept a tight grip on his spear and did his best to look strong and capable in the face of the fears possessing him. They came across a large circular room, above and below them was either a drop or a very high ceiling. Around them was a spiral staircase that clasped onto the walls. The staircase was only wide enough for about two people at a time and between the circular stairs were the drop that lead down to an abyss. "An illusion" Alexis mumbled, gradually looking over the ledge, "It's not as far down as it seems...". Alexis could feel everything too, Lucifial's energy was a disturbance to the equilibrium meant to be in place in this monastery. She always felt like she was being watched, and having not been stopped so far was making her bones feel cold and bitter. Something had to be on the way. Lucas stepped forward after Alexis and looked over the ledge, the staircase only went down and he gathered that was how they were going to get to where Lucifial is. "I'll light the way" he announced, taking his hand from his weapon's hilt and carefully summoning the light from the Purevelion Blade. It was a small orb of light that was as bright as Lysandiel's wings, the angel stared carefully as if to be analysing the blade whilst Lucas lightly dropped the orb over the ledge. It floated down like a feather, and at first it lit up the walls, showing all the crevices, each dusty crack and even the odd rat or two that squeaked and ran from the light along the steps. Alexis watched intently, hoping that it would light the way. But when it reached the bottom the light was swallowed and Lucas was suddenly filled with fear. "It- It's gone" he stuttered, the light of the Purevelion Blade has never been snuffed out before. There was suddenly a loud collision heard from way back int he corridor that they came from, as if a giant door had been slammed shut! Alexis and the others tossed their sights back at the blackness behind them, and suddenly the darkness below seemed less daunting and more like an inviting escape. "Run!!!!" Lysandiel bellowed, signalling for them all to run down the staircase if they wished to live. This was no fighting environment for any of them, and so running was all that they could do.

Following Lysandiel each step couldn't have been passed quicker, but slowly the darkness was swallowing them up and it soon became difficult to even see Lysandiel's wings glowing not two feet from them. That was when another sound echoed from high above them at the beginning of the staircase. This time it was of chains and shackles being dragged across the ground until colliding with the walls of the stairs. They all looked up, seeing a figure in tattered brown robes, blood staining much of it and chains hanging from every limb. They stood still... maybe it would leave if they kept quiet enough. Seconds passed like days, the man... creature... whatever it is, it stared down at them too as they returned the gaze. Then it began to run, it pushed itself from the wall and was darting down the stairs again, chains dragging behind it and the obvious sound of groaning coming with each agonising step that it took, but it came with speed. Laxion was filled with overwhelming fear, he wasn't sure if it was Lucifial's grip on this place or not, but he certainly knew he wanted to be anywhere but here! That was when Lucas bumped into the orb he had dropped earlier, and it lit up, allowing them to see the doorway out of this room. With haste he threw himself at the door to thrust it open. The hinges almost flew off when the door collided with the wall on the other side as everyone flooded through. The next room was that of a hall, it was relatively large with had dusty rugs laid out across the stone floor. Each corner had a single large column. The light was enough to be fully aware of this room and dotted about the room was several piles of cloth. Lucas looked back with great unease at the door as the sound of scraping and shaking metal reached the other side of the door. But it was eerie - the shackles and chains never hit the door, whatever it was on the other side simply stopped. Laxion looked to Ruby, and Nyru stared to Adi as Lucas exchanged a glare with Lysandiel and Claudia. Alexis even sheepishly looked at Dorian, half making sure he was still with them but also just looking for someone, anyone to share in this fear. Yet he was probably the only one of them whom didn't share in this.

Lysandiel was looking over the room, and something was not right. He stepped out some feet from the others and slowly took in his surroundings. Those cloth piles seemed too... shaped. He got closer, and much to his horror, if he knew what such a thing was, he had found a body. "Stay away from the piles!!!" he ordered, looking more closely at the one he had observed. Inside it's hood he saw that of an old withered face, sunken features and black holes for eyes. The skin was a ghastly dark, dehydrated colour. "They are dead!" he called back once more, but just then the door was struck with monumental force. It shook and the hinges rattled, screaming came from behind it and chains scraped across all surfaces for some time before finally it broke through and the door flew off the wall and splintered across the ground with dust and debris. Nyru readied his blade ans swung it in front of him several times until a robed man, covered in blood and chained to his limbs revealed himself, he was screaming "YOU MUST LEAVE, HE WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU PLEASE HE HAS KILLED MY BROTHERS... AND NOW HE WANTS ME - HE WANTS US ALL HE WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU ALONE -" and that was when it saw all the bodies. Horror wiped across the man's face and his body began to shake, he was repeating to himself "no", holding his head and telling himself "stay away" until he couldn't bare it any more. His arms flung back, his chest threw itself forwards and his back arched as his head looked up at the ceiling. The sound of cracking bones and ripping muscles filled their ears as his voice box broke and screams turns to groans. His skin aged fifty years and from his gaping mouth came a silvery aura. It too was now groaning, taking the shape of the man's face and growing arms as the aura was pulled above the standing body. It then cried for help, its arms trying to grab the air but it was turning a horrid shade of black as it was sucked into the man's head, leaving his eyes as black sockets. It then stared at them, and Lysandiel was too surprised and distracted to notice the now standing bodies all around him. The deceased had risen in their robes, and each of them were holding swords, maces, flails and more. They were greatly outnumbered, and these undead had been brainwashed, they almost believed that they were still alive and that the team were the betrayers.

These were the Unbound. Those that had died just days ago, those that had their souls ripped from their flesh and rewritten before being implanted back into their minds to be ordered like fools to believe lies fed by Lucifial. These were the men that had the most powerful minds in Magic Earth, and these were the men that would not die easily.

((Let the battle commence ;D P.S. These are almost like cannon fodder... but... that would not be completely true. You see... they're actually pretty tough,a nd very organised, and won't die easily. Good luck ;D))

P.s... im kinda proud of this post :3