"Alright! This is it!" Mark clapped his bony hands together, as he finished with Janet.

"Is it really necessary to dress me up like a mummy?" Janet asked while lying in the center of the overly large formation.

"Oh..." A sorrowful sound issued from Mark, as he turned to look at Janet in the middle.

"What's wrong?" Janet seemed to soften her voice, as she slightly turned her bandaged head to see Mark's hollow figure.

"...Nothing really... I'm going to triple check the formation again and the regents. I want to make absolutely sure there are no problems. None." Mark declared, after he picked himself back up, and began to go to each of the ritual sites within the spell formation, checking and checking to make sure each line and each amount was perfect. That he compensated for not having enough Geolava fin, but had more than enough Glowstone, that each item was in place and each amount was balanced to the next.

There must be no more mistakes.

*******

Jack within the familiar realm of light looked down at his skeletal body wreathed in light. He clenched his hands tightly a few times feeling the sensation of touch, even in this place.

[...I need to have a talk with Yoggi or Asstur... This just can't be normal.] Jack then cast his vision to the large black hole in the distance.

Push against the ceiling like-floor of the realm of light, Jack dashed forward like a beam of light within the realm, as many objects raced passed him. The sounds of talk, laughter, and private times filtered in and out of Jack's hearing, as he passed the small pocked landscape of blackholes on his way to the Skull of the Sun God.

*******

After numerous checks, Mark felt that everything was as perfect as he could make it. At this point, he was just hesitating out of fear, but he looked over his wife, who had a slight smile on her face. With pangs in his heart, he would do what he said he would do.

He walked to the front of the formation, as he began to speak.

"You are the lioness that breathes the deserts! You are the daughter of the sun, not seen in the underworld!"

The Skull of the Sun God vibrated with a fierceness, unlike the chunk he had previously.

"As-"

A large skeletal hand burst forth from the Skull of the Sun God cracking the roof of the underground lair. Space vibrated, and the large space began to fracture, as the arm of a luminous skeleton appeared shortly after the hand pushing up and out finally revealing the sky.

"FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!!" Mark had little time to understand the situation, as he rushed to the center of the formation, and landed over top of Janet. On his hands and knees, the roof came crashing down upon his skeletal back.

Now a skull appears, with blazing eyes, as it spoke, "Just who was the one that stole my Sun Skull??? Who has the balls!?" Jack finally began to manifest outside of the Skull of the Sun God to just above his waist, as he loomed above the skyline.

He peered down into the hole that was made. Jack then peered around him, seeing the undead of a city point fingers up at him, with a vast majority running or taking shelter. There were a few that bowed down at his sight, in reverence.

After looking around and getting his bearings, he should be in Borda... [So, it was Borda that had the balls, hmmmmmm?]

Jack saw a few bowed down, as he spoke, "Those that worship me, pilgrimage to the new city of Bellum deep within Deagoth," as Jack pointed into the direction of where Bellum would be built.

Looking back down into the hole, he saw some of the wreckage of the building moving and saw some sort of spell work on the floor between the mess of the building.

[...Where the fuck were they keeping my Sun Skull?] Jack reached down with a finger to knock a few pieces of the building out of the way where there must have been a survivor.

Finally, with a roar, Mark straightened his back, and all the ruins broke and fell to the sides.

It was now that Mark looked up into the face of the flaming skull of Jack, and Jack down into the small form of Mark.

"Marquis Mark...?!" Jack said finally starting to piece together that Mark was in the same place as the Sun Skull, therefore it was Mark that orchestrated its theft or played some major hand in it.

Mark looked back down at Janet to see she was fine. She smiled back, as she asked if he was okay. He was slightly bewildered that Janet wasn't screaming her head off, considering that they were attacked by a colossal titan and it was still in front of them.

Mark then lifted his gaze again, "Witch King... Or do I call you God-King, now?"

"Oh, that's right? Do I call you a traitor? Or perhaps a thief?" Jack countered.

"How many times do you insist on thwarting me?" Mark spoke ominously, as chilled air swirled around him.

"Honestly... I don't remember the first time I ever bothered you. If We have a problem, I would more than love to talk it out later... You know after I take back my Sun Skull."

"All my unlife I dedicated to my wife, even when I have the love to burn down your wretched kingdom... All this time, all these things, and right when I'm on the cuff of freeing my wife from the burden that was unfair to her! YOU SHOW UP AGAIN!" With Mark's shouting, the icicles in the air condensed into a pair of ice horns that extended from Mark's forehead and curved up.

"Whoa! Who asked you to keep being a thorn in my kingdom's side!? Your shit-stirring of Jakahn led to the true death of two of my Warmarshals!"

"TO BAD IT WASN'T THAT WOMAN OF YOURS!" Mark howled, as he smiled. [If a god can be damaged... or bleed...]

"...Say... That again." Jack's flaming eyes changed from their yellow luminescence into a deep shade of abyss... It was strange to see this in Jack's true form, that wasn't his body...

"...Mark... Don't fight him..." Janet whispered to Mark over the chilly and heated winds that swirled between the small icy figure and the large.

"...This is for you... I will show the world that mortal can stand up to a god... When I retreat, I will take you and the Sun Skull, and We can start again." Mark whispered back.

"But..."

Mark pulled his monocle, as the gold chain snapped, and tossed it to the still bandaged hands of Janet, "This will protect you from what's about to happen..."

"I SAID, it SHOULD have been YOUR WOMAN to die in that rubble! Perhaps you would know even a little of my PAAAAIN!!!" Mark shouted as he launched himself into the air chanting icy frost spells. Numerous shards of ice hurled at the God-King, as they were wiped away with a swipe of his massive hand.

With ebon flames in his sockets, the God-King lifted his right hand, but as he did so, Mark did not let go of the attack.

A large hammer of Ice condensed into the air, as Mark grabbed onto it and increased its already fast swing time. Dwarfed by the hammer, himself, Mark looked to be hanging on more than it appeared he was swinging this monumental mace.

Jack lifted his left arm to block the incoming blow in time, startled by the size of this frost hammer that condensed so quickly. It appeared to be a hammer even Jack, in his titanic form, could wield.

The lava seaside City of Bineham shuddered, and silence reigned.