The Eldar force stood on the surface of the salty water. A few dozen were present; ten Guardians, ten Banshees, six Warlocks, six Rangers, three Exarchs and Farseer Taldeer herself. A lone fish swam by, curious as to what was disturbing its water.

“Farseer, what do you propose we do now?” Exarch Macha asked sarcastically.

“Simple. We can merely walk to Henesys; with a Windwalk spell we’ll be there in no time.”

“Synthora skrieglor reskla!“

“Synthora skrieglor reskla!”

“Enough of this! Grendel, now you die.” The Shadow Weaver extracted a massive and ornate halberd from his ear.

Grendel chanted a Magical Disruption spell and pointed his staff at the Shadow Weaver’s sword.

His staff emitted a hiss and a puff of smoke.

The Shadow Weaver’s sword remained extremely solid.

“Farseer, the Shadow Weaver is about to kill Grendel. What do you propose we do?”

Taldeer closed her eyes and imagined a portal in front of her. It appeared. The Eldar charged through and appeared outside Ellinia’s Magic Library.

The Shadow Weaver roared with rage and charged, sword swinging wildly. Grendel cast a Blink spell and reappeared at the other side of the room. The Shadow Weaver turned around, charged again, sword still swinging wildly. Grendel cast another Blink spell and the process repeated itself for a few minutes.

The door exploded and Eldar charged through.

But the Shadow Weaver was nowhere to be seen.

Crull sat down wearily on the bench, his non-existant forehead dripping with non-existant sweat. Isador sat too, his real forehead dripping with real sweat. They had been sparring for a few hours now; and even Shadowlords were not tireless. As they rested, they were assaulted by waves of boredom.

“Crull, do you like the Shadow Weaver?”

“If I could run him through and he wasn’t immortal, I would!” Crull growled in response.

“Oh really?“

Maldran quickly glanced around. No spirits nearby. Then he took a few moments to scrutinize his surroundings. Maldran stood outside an old, decrepit town. The buildings were built from rotting wood, many window frames were either empty or broken, the trees were dead yet not dead. Maldran screamed as a tree swiped one of its branches at him, ducking and remembering the trees were undead. He screamed again as Oromis’ form materialized in front of him.

“STALKER!” he shouted, and then fled.

Ergoth’s army marched out of the Dungeon, hidden by magical shadows. They each wore night-black platemail, and were armed with obsidian weapons varying from warhammers to flamberges to even scalpels. Luke the Security Guy did not even make a noise when a dagger slit his throat.

Thus, Henesys was doomed.

“Shadow Weaver,” the Keeper mused as she slowly walked through the Grove. “Where IS he?”

The other gods of Victoria Island stood in a semi-circle around the gate of the Grove. They stood there to discuss the matters of the world- and to render judgement upon the traitor in their ranks.

The air outside the gate slowly darkened and became warmer and warmer. Suddenly, a globe of darkness appeared, exploded and dissipated as the Shadow Weaver materialized.

The Council of the Gods had begun.

Dances with Balrog laughed stupidly as he watched a bird fly into a window. He stood in the Warrior’s Sanctuary, and he held his mighty axe in his hand. The warriors behind him flinched when he spun around, his hand smashing a pillar in the process.

“Ooops, heh. Me want more beer!”

The warriors gasped with horror as he erupted in a fountain of blood. His body simply disintegrated into a pool of gore. More than a few of the warriors instantly created a yellow puddle underneath themselves; even more did so when the Balrog materialized in front of them.

Oromis did not chase Maldran. Instead, he chanted a brief spell, and vanished.

Maldran screamed again as Oromis materialized in front of him, again. He quickly changed the angle of his run, taking a sharp turn to the right. He froze when Oromis’ sword flew past him, chopping his belt in half.

He could vaguely hear a voice saying, “Ooooh.”

The CEO grinned with amusement as he watched Oromis’ “battle” with Maldran, Grendel’s fight with the Shadow Weaver and Crull’s insult to the Shadow Weaver. He soon fell over laughing, and thus did not notice Godsbane being swung at his neck.