The burning portal opened, the mysterious thing in Green stepped out of it and the old obelisk reappeared where it had stood before all those years ago.
There were still old dragon scales littered around the area, the last remaining proof that anyone had been foolish enough to try and stand guard here. Kalis-narâ€™s men never left this spot. What a waste of life, but he supposed the God King cared little and even he was gone now. Oh, this place was full of memories. Not all of them good.
â€œBrother, howâ€™s it going?â€ Theron said, his voice was swallowed up by the dead air around him, he reached out and pulled the vines off, they crumbled into a fine black dust, blowing away in the light southern breeze.
â€œI went to the Inn, you know what I found there, nothing but dusty shelves and bottles and empty chairs,â€ Theron said and a chair formed, he sat in it. â€œIt has been over ten years since I had even stepped foot in this realm and everything you predicted, everything you worked for came to pass,â€ Theron said with a bitterness in his voice. â€œThe curse you laid on the land took hold. You must be so proud,â€ he replied to himself. Then his eyes moved to the inscription on the tomb.
"Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win. There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line. There are new words now that excuse everybody. Give me the good old days of heroes and villains. the people you can bravo or hiss. There was a truth to them that all the slick credulity of today cannot touch. When the character of a being is not clear to you, look at their friends. If you wish to know what a creature is, place them in authority---Bob,â€ he read out loud, each word had a deeper meaning, Theron knew it.
â€œThe old days of heroes and villains, you knew. You always knew that without evil, this place would die. When the mages managed to push you out for the last time. You knew that they had sealed their own fates, you let them win,â€ Theron thought to himself out loud and almost laughed. Rhydinâ€™s greatest supervillain had the last laugh after all.
â€œI took the grand tour. The Inn is dead and cold, but I managed to find something. Ravensheart academy is nothing more than a gate that leads to nowhere. The southern glen is a dead place. Alanaâ€™s treehouse had been abandoned for ages. The Westend, it should be a smoking crater by now, but again, without evil or good, its nothing more than a ghost town,â€ Theron said as he shifted his rapidly multicolored shifting eyes away from the obelisk.
â€œCadence and Yami are gone, so is Jadey, remember her? I think she turned into one of those Ravenlocks that used to be everywhere. I didnâ€™t see a grave here but, in this place, who knows what happened to them. Rose, Sandrine, all the others are gone, the Bonny Corp is a gravestone. The Frostbite Inn disappeared, Mistress D along with it. No trace remains. Club Apocalypse and Mister E are gone too. Was this really what you wanted for this world?â€ Theron asked. The wind blew a tiny bit but the full dark and starless night sky made no change. Not even the nexus was visible anymore.
â€œAs Rhydin dies, I wanted to come back to where it started one last time. I need to remind myself that you can be stopped. You will go into a thousand new worlds and I will be there to rally any forces of light I can to make sure that this never happens to another universe again if I can help it,â€ Theron said and almost got angry, but kept the emotion in check and stepped forward, his finger began to burn with power. He began to carve a message into the black stone.
â€œThis world may be just as dead as you always wanted it, Bob, but your last remaining marker on this world will let any who still live know they failed, if any still remember. I doubt anyone does,â€ he said and pulled his hand back. The message on the obelisk cooled in the stale, dead air.
â€œGoodbye, Rhydin, but you should know. There are other worlds than these. This multiverse is one of countless multiverses. While this one has died, there will always be another, I will do my best to make sure they live on,â€ Theron said.
He pulled out an old black bottle of Bloodwine from his coat, the last one he could find at the Red Dragon Inn, but for all he knew it could have been dish soap. It reminded him of the time Bob actually drank a bottle of the stuff just to mock the perpetual alcoholics of the Innâ€™s past.
He opened it, the familiar hiss brought back memories of a better time, if not more violent. He took a swig of it, the bitter taste was one he hadnâ€™t tasted in ages. Then he poured the same amount on the ground. â€œFor the ones you hurt, and for the world you killed,â€ Theron said, closed the bottle and set it at the base of the obelisk. â€œMaybe someone will get more use out of this than I will,â€ he said with a sad tone.
With one last look around, he imagined everything how it used to be, all the faces and stepped backwards, disappearing leaving the green chair behind. If it stayed there for the rest of time or was stolen by one of the last living people of this Rhydin, heâ€™d never know.
The carved message that was left by the stranger for all to see just under the inscription the Abyss had left, that curse.
â€˜Bob Livesâ€™ was scrawled into the stone.