Metamor Keep -- First and Last
By Christian O'kane & Wolf

Epilogue

The incantation chamber was gone. The ceiling and walls had completely collapsed leaving only a shattered, rubble filled chamber remained. The battle between Bolva and Omega had destroyed it utterly. It was a mute testimony to the power and danger of a wizards duel.

The rubble shifted and a black, metal arm pushed its way to the surface. A moment later Bolva's head and shoulders forced their way up into the clear. His head was battered and torn. The torso was smashed, ripped, and melted in many places and his left arm was completely torn off.

There was only one door remaining, the others were buried under debris. Bolva had to move slowly and carefully using his one remaining, good eye to scan the rubble. It didn't help that the main support in his right leg was shattered and couldn't support his own weight.

Finally the automaton, mage reached the doorway and paused for a moment. A thousand years of planing and searching had been ruined by Madog and those stinking animals from Metamor. He would have Omega and its powerful magic no matter what they did to stop him. He had underestimated them, but he wouldn't make that mistake again. He would kill that patarini Misha, and the traitor Malabrinum. But first he would repair the damage done to his body.

Bolva placed his hand on the doorway to steady himself. A crackle of electricity surged from the frame and into the mage. He screamed and threw himself backwards onto the rubble. He lay there, stunned for several minutes before sitting up. He looked at the door and using magic saw a glowing wall that covered it. It was the old Amber order spell. A spell that had been used to lock Bolva out of this chamber for over a thousand years, was now being used to keep him locked in. It made the perfect prison cell.

End

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