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Líf: (riding Dvalinn across the Bifrost) Its at least good that home isn't overly far from here.

(Within the Reverse Mountain, Yriscal has gathered his forces. His lost gods stand before him while hundreds of children and rats surround them.)

Yriscal: Folks, its time. While I would rather have had Lord Erebus' full strength for the coming encounter, that cat and that mirror are too wary of me after our last attempt. That's why we go as we are, all of us. It is unfortunate that its come to this, but to accomplish my work I need to see my eldest son, that Hermit, and its been clear over the years that he'll never come visit us here. Tonight, we bring ourselves to him. Lord Erebus, are you carrying the required material?

Lord Erebus: (the dark shadow quivers on the ground, and bubbling it briefly shows what Yriscal asked about. Within its form, the shadow of darkness itself carries what appears to be the corpse of an archangel)

Yriscal: (he nods) Alright everyone, its showtime! (he pulls out his flute and with a flip and a flourish, one note teleports them all instantly. The Reverse Mountain is completely empty for the first time in centuries.)