Time was nigh at hand, the battle would culminate. The Dreamers; whispering, screaming, imploring for Skallagrim to try one last time to spare the last member of the Fireen species.  When the man once known as Manadar Rane stopped, paused to compose an answer there was hope. Many voices cried out that perhaps reason had broke through the fog of misguided hatred. For a brief second, even the Walker between Worlds felt that he had broken through the great veil, that he had given the man a niggling doubt, one that would require him to examine the events that led him to this point. 

That hope was dashed when the man’s weapons flared. The multitude of voices that had a moment before prayed for peace now lay silent. The Dreamers removed their consciousness from that of the Cughtagh, from the Queens champion. From the grand executioner of all events, that required an extinguishing of possibilities. 

The floating Fury circled the Dreamer who merely lowered his head, there was no hope now. The last of the Fireen would die this day, the last of an entire species and he would never know that his enemy, his creator and his destruction had hidden within his very being. Fury's very words carried the truth. He was far too gone to be a rational being, he was naught but a mindless puppet.

[color=6ecff6]“We have failed then,”[/color] Skallagrim spoke to himself, to the other Dreamers. [color=6ecff6]“Such a species, flawed and damaged, but one that held such promise.”[/color]

Then it began the last dance as the Fireen moved. He was nothing if not predictable.  Movement, a burst of speed by one man. A simple release of control by another. Fury detected by the galdhr, movement and mass. It was all an intricate dance of move and counter. A shimmering ran through the tethers holding the Dreamer in place, then they exerted their control over the form of Skallagrim. The parabola between the metal pillars and the man who was now being summoned to them via the great pull of the highly charged pillars. The magnetic force accelerated the Dreamer who was also dropping in height as the pull of gravity tugged on the man as he flew towards the pillars. 

As the Dreamer moved, he spun on his body axis, whipping around so that he was facing towards the man who had come to kill him. Whirling so that the black pulsating shield came around first, followed by the luminous war sword, which ripped through the air. Ionizing the air, trailing a plasma stream behind it. 

The warships far above moved with great haste to escape. The beginning of the end was near. The atmosphere was being consumed  by the gamma energies of the sword. How far apart were the two men, both traveled in the same direction, yet their trajectories were far different. The Dreamer was being pulled to his left as he accelerated towards the pillars of metal while the Fireen was moving away.