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Wamu flew through the air towards Hector, who was scambling to his feet. But Hector could not move fast enough. And as Wamu landed on top of Hector, Hector's axe connected firmly with Hector's thigh.

But there was not any time for a scream of pain. In landed on top of Hector, Wamu's right foot landed on Hector's neck. Crushing it instantally. It was a quick and relatively painless death.

Wamu held onto the axe and ripped it out of Hector's thigh. Wamu wanted to keep it as a momento to what he had done here today. In the blink of an eye, he reverted to his normal form and contemplated for a moment how he was going to transport the axe around when a booming voice came through.

"YOU HAVE DONE WELL, WAMU! YOU WILL NOT BE RETURNED TO YOUR NORMAL PLANE OF EXISTANCE! YOU WILL FIND THE PIECE OF YOUR ARMOUR AND MUKA THERE!"

And like that, Wamu was transported back to the normal world. Only now, he was standing in at large room- not the middle of a crater. The sun light flittered through some glass and mirrors in the roof, illuminating the area well. Looking around, Wamu saw an unusal red light shining at one end and what appeared to be an exit at the other. But one thing annoyed him, Hector's axe was no longer in his hands.

Wamu looked up at Muka and then at the leggings. Both of them were suspended in the air. Not moving from where they hung. It was amazing how they both just hung there.

Sudden, the leggings shifted, well more changed. They just crumbled into shards of red and flew towards Wamu's legs. At the same time, Muka suddenly dropped. Acting on instinct, Wamu launched himself through the air and caught her before she hit the ground.

Placing her on the ground carefully, Wamu noticed that the leggings had attached themselves to his legs. But they where not his concern right now, Muka was.

Slowly, the pair released each other from their tight embrace and made their way out of the large cavern they were in. Waiting at just outside the entrence was Kam. As soon as Muka lay eyes on him, she started charging at him.

"I am going to kill you for what you did to me!" She screamed as she drew her hailbard.

But Wamu moved faster and stopped her from doing anything stupid.

"You are going to have to trust me on this one, Muka. Kam did nothing wrong. He was only doing what needed to be done. As he said to me, if there were another way it could have been done- he would have done so himself. But it had to be the way it was, otherwise I would have never gained the control I now have." Wamu pleaded.

Muka slowed herself and lowered her weapon. As she did so, she gave a faint smile to Kam. It was obvious that she did not trust him completely, but it was atleast a start.

After what seemed like days of partying, things died done and everything returned to normal in the Horisan village. Wamu, Muka and Kem were all equally worn out- but in different ways.

Wamu was physically drained from being shifted through the dimensions and the variousfights he engaged in. Muka was emotional drained from suddenly being frozen in place by an unknown force only to have them revealed as allies. And Kem was mentally drained from organising all of the various parts his people played and the parties. Yet, all three of them were unable to just lie down and sleep.

Together they climbed to the roof of Kem's place and looked out on the entire sleeping village. The full moon's light sprinkled around and made everything feel calm. And together they took a moments rest from all the chaos they were part off.

A couple of days later, well after Kam had organised everything for his absence, the party was ready to set out. With the setting sun behind them, they climbed in the chariot and rode off into the distance.

Once there was some distance between them and the village, Wamu pulled out the Anubis Scroll and flipped through it to the next empty page. As he looked up it, the words appeared and he read them. Muka looked over his shoulder just out of interest and Kam drove the chariot. Once the writting stopped, Wamu refleted for a moment before speaking.

"We need to find a port and head to Mist. Somewhere there, in a swamp, I will face my last trial. Then, I will be ready to return to me village." Wamu said, with a hint of remorse at returning home.

Ignoring it, Kam thought and spoke. "Well, if we head out to down towards Zilbul and get a ship. From there, we ship to Silpheed and toward that swamp."

Kam stopped the chariot when he reached the peak of the mountains. For now, they would be safe to rest on the ground through the night. Quickly making a fire, Muka used her geomancy to make the ground a little more comfortable to sleep on.