Before Lord Trenaver could officially acknowledge the departing party. An ancient voice stole their attention, as Madeline and her group felt a brief wash of despair. As the five glanced at the sky, they witnessed the spectacle of the ocean sky rift apart. As skeletal hands descended from the abyss of stars from the domain of space. As the cataclysmic impact disorientated Madeline and her group, the ground quaked with unbelievable passion. Seemingly wanting to submit towards the might of the skeletal hands, the earth beneath the party collapsed. Fissures appear one after another as they extended for miles, as one specific fissure led towards the estate. Geater catastrophe arose, as the mountain trembled as the once delicate snow became enraged. Witnessing the creation of an avalanche of untold caliber. Lord Trenaver summoned a dome of protection composed of white light, as earthen hands with the size of a small home gripped the dome. Easily enduring the aftermath, Trenaver released the protective dome as the hands of earth returned to the ground.

“Lord Trenaver it’s a pleasure-” A background member of Madeline’s group tried to voice his thanks before the Lord waved his hand. Solemnly staring at the void in the stratosphere that slowly dissipated, he directed his grave expressions towards Madeline’s party.

“Daughter from Snape. It would be in your best interest if you left before death desires to consume you. Even my life is not guaranteed, gather reinforcements from the Ministry or the Order.” Lord Trenaver stated in a casual tone, which caused Madeline to frown.

“Don’t inquiry. Notify them that the god of death has descended from his hibernation. The remnant Deathly Hallows whereabouts have also been discovered.” The Lord spoke before his wand emitted an emerald beacon of light before he submerged into the earth, disappearing from the group senses.

“Dammit, then what about Niel? If it truly is The Elder, then something grand is going to happen.”

“Madeline what should we do? Should we leave and gather help or…?”

“If Lord Trenaver is proceeding towards the estate to confront The Elder, then we should rely on that safety net to rescue Niel. But it's most likely plagued with fearsome characters. It isn’t a coincidence we intercepted the famous Sven siblings while also witnessing a scuffle involving Xavier Markus. This moment is going to be written in history, either stopping the birth of the Master of Death. The sacrificial heroes that fought the dreaded demon. Only fate knows, but we of the Order neither fear failure nor the betrayers of good.” Madeline declared in a grave tone, but her eyes burned with determination. Lifting her head towards the group, once doubtful eyes blazed with youthful spirit. A once departed group became a beacon of assurance to aid the Lord.

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“Fuck! Don’t let this damnable place collapse on us.” Alicia shouted as she summoned golems crafted from soil. Standing at an imposing 13 feet, the five soil-made golems charged at the ruby-eyed cloaked being. Backtracking from the golems as arrows born of fire seemed to desire the life of The Ghost. Summoning a gaseous shield, that nullified the arrows. He waved his wand, as a dark light luminated the already dim catacombs. Numerous vengeful spirits surrounded Alicia and Niel, as they struggled to combat the spirits and the offensive prowess of The Ghost.

“Murus Ignis Rupti Sunt!” Niel whispered as a gigantic wall of green flames blocked gaseous spears. Exploding from the impact, the flames dispersed. Using that as an opportunity, Alicia fortified her body in soil and earth as she dashed at The Ghost. As gaseous claws aimed towards her abdomen, she deliberately absorbed the attack. Despite her now haggard appearance as her shield crumbled around her abdomen, shoulders and legs. A beaming smile plastered her face as fire-balls appeared behind her. Once again shielding against the fire, The Ghost looked calmly at Alicia as a gaseous sword formed within his hand. Thrusting towards her head, Alicia bent backwards as the soil transformed into a cube entrapping The Ghost. Regaining her balance, she dispersed the soil cube. Witnessing a sudden sword suddenly pierce into her shoulders, she smirked as she tossed soil into The Ghost eye’s.

“Radius Globi Ignis!” Niel verbalize in a low-pitched tone. A blazing sword of fire that illuminated their entire portion of the catacombs, pierced towards The Ghost. Unable to dodge the incoming offense, his gaseous sword transformed into tentacles aiming to capture Alicia. Who only smiled in response as earthen spikes emerged from the ceiling. Using the tentacles to protect his body, the blazing sword impacted onto the tentacles. The impact created a deafening boom that forced the already weak infrastructure to quake fervently, as the catacombs began to collapse.

“Shit you stupid assholes. Escape towards the library before we become the next set of bones.” Pipsqueak squeaked in fear as it flew towards the library, followed by energetic Alicia and the downtrodden Niel.

“Why the hell has the quakes gotten fiercer? What asshole is causing- woah, what the fuck!” Alicia screamed her hindmost as she summoned an earth-esque boulder that encased the trio. Milliseconds after their encasing, a ferocious earthquake resounded throughout the catacombs. As they felt the increasing pressure of the catacombs constricting onto the boulder. Alicia gritted her teeth as blood leaked from her mouth.

“Golem Mundi!” Alicia whispered with a passionate tone. The once pressuring catacombs that threatened to squish them to oblivion felt non-existent. Niel looked at Alicia in amazement, whether that was due to her power or happiness of escaping death. Wondering why the boulder started to levitate, he titled his quizzically towards her.

“I summoned a very big golem.” Alicia uttered with enthusiasm.

“Yeah! A big-ass rock dude. No one can really fuck with us now.” Pipsqueak butted into the conversation with his passionate ad-lib.

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Present.

“...The legends of mountain giants are real?” A member of Madeline’s group breathtakingly muttered. The entire party stared at the sky in awe as they witnessed a towering giant that rivaled the heights of prominent sky-scrapers. Sand-esque in pigmentation as it resembled a minotaur crafted from the mountains itself.

“But what is that giant carrying in its hands? No… way. Niel?” Madeline struggled to speak coherently as she witnessed the boulder open, exposing both Alicia and Niel. The entire party stared dumbfoundedly at the spectacle unfolding within their very eyes. Breathing a sigh of relief as they believed their objective was complete, the group strode with greater urgency as they ascended the mountain towards the estate.

Elsewhere, a man of pale tone continued to violently cough blood. As dried-blood painted his orifices and what was once a left arm, a phantom limb. Clutching onto his left side, he stammered and staggered in an unknown environment located within the estate. The only thing occupying his vision was mirrors. Mirrors on the floor, mirrors on the ceiling and mirrors, mirrors and more mirrors. Unable to retain his bottling emotions he lashed out, summoning his wand as gaseous tentacles decimated the infinite mirrors. Surrounded in broken glass, the man noticed a silver light shining onto an ancient entrance hidden behind shelves of books. Amazed by the sudden appearance of a library, his deathly and further pale shade couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction.

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“He’s been quiet for awhile now. Does he have an irreconcilable hatred towards Gregor the Great?” Xavier softly asked Meguri.

“...Our mother. That is the man that killed both our mother and father. Such hatred I can sympathize but not empathize. I was only a newborn when it occurred, in my eyes, my brother is my father.” Meguri asserted in a tone void of emotions. As they continued to travel around the infinite-expanding library. Adamlock remained silent, suppressing the chaotic emotions compelling him to hunt down that pale bastard. Such emotions remained until the trio discovered a section of the library. Suddenly the abundance of bookshelves vanished into non-existence. Rather than non-existent, they became the embodiment of the new world they stumbled upon. A boundless desert that seemed to expand without limit, as books danced around the sapphire sky. Written text that appeared underneath their continuous footsteps, and the blazing sun that seemed to be a book that constantly transformed between two states; book and sun. The desert trembled as an enormous cathedral appeared, rivaling the width and size of a city block.

As they entered the cathedral, one thought came to mind; wealth. The walls, ceilings, from the material used to craft the doors, and those used to craft windows; gold. From the exterior to interior, each fraction of space within their visage was purely gold. Even the color of their surroundings hued golden.Yet in such a vast cathedral laid one main prominent feature, an altar. Near the altar was a statue. Sitting upon a chair with a fatherly smile, the man wore spherical glasses as a thunderbolt-esque birthmark rested on his forehead. Wearing what seemed to be the cloak of invisibility crafted from gold, he also held to items in each hand. A wand and a stone. Beneath said gold statue was the altar which contained a coffin that exuded boundless power. Resting upon the coffin were two items. A simple but elegant cloak that was a radiant silver. The second, a stone with such a lustrous golden light, was the only presence of light that existed in the entire cathedral.

Adamlock only stared at the brilliance of gold, as it threatened to blind him. Those feelings of hatred, agony and guilt slowly became ambition. Ambition to succeed, ambition to willingly discard his morality. The ambition of a younger boy willing to sacrifice the entire world in order to embrace the first woman he loved; his mother. Such thoughts and dreams became a possibility with the stone that shined greater than the afternoon sun.

The Stone of Resurrection.