"They're near." Nightmare woke his main team as Error woke the rest, Arya stringing her bow as she had not slept. Error stood before Eragon, staring at the human till he sensed the gaze and woke, returning it in confusion.
"It has begun." Arya spoke with mournful finality.

The troops stood stiffly, awaiting the coming violence eagerly. The monsters spread out around Saphira as Eragon climbed to her saddle, holding Zar'roc. Murtaugh did the same with Tornac. Orik moved to Saphira's right as Murtaugh was on her left. Nightmare joined the human, Error the dwarf. Then Cross stood by his king and Chaos her father, the rest of the Wyrdaí Islingrya fanning out behind Saphira.
It was silent.

With their keen hearing, the monsters heard it first, then the shout. "I hear them!" It grew even quieter, dwarves straining to catch the sounds of the creatures.
Then the hulking figures came boiling out of the tunnel like ants from an anthill. The cauldrons of pitch were poured into the maw, sending screams as the Urgals burned alive. A torch was thrown in, and now there were burning Urgals screaming in agony as more spewed from the gaping hole in the earth.

More of the Urgals came streaming from the tunnel, putting out the flames without a second thought to their dying brethren. They grouped together, forming a wall of bodies to the defending army. Behind a palisade Orik had helped create, archers began firing, shooting down dozens of Urgals as Eragon and Arya also let arrows fly.

The Urgals now covered themselves with their shields, blocking the projectiles as they kept coming, more and more beasts emerging from the darkness. The Wyrdaí Islingrya began sending their own attacks at the enemy, perfectly safe so far with their distance. But the Urgals streamed out, forming a mass of bodies as pitiful standards rose in their ranks.

They charged, ramming into the stakes mindlessly, killing themselves on the wooden weapons as black arrows fired from their midst. The skeletons covered themselves with Gaster Blasters, humans and dwarf their shields. The thicket briefly confused the horde before they once again raced forward, war cries echoing throughout Farthen Dûr as pikemen began to fall under the assault of the Urgals.
Now the armies collided, skeletons, Temmie, and dragon lunged at the enemy.

Nightmare snarled as he ripped apart several Urgals in two seconds. Without magic or the skills of Ink and Dream, these puny creatures were nothing to him. He sent out his dark aura, draining the will of the enemy as he slew a dozen at a time with careless swipes of his powerful tentacles, vanishing into shadow to dodge enemy attacks just as much as he merely teleported. Saphira roared beside him, and Error's glitched laughter rose up somewhere nearby. Cross sent a red slash through the enemy, thirty Urgals getting torn to shreds by the magical attack before it faded. Horror was laughing crazily as he swung his new battle axe around, Böetq Blädr crunching through shields and getting coated in blood in seconds.

A massive beam of reddish light shot through the ranks, Red grinning as he crouched atop his Blaster. A wave of bones erupted from the ground as Dust ended the lives of almost fifty Urgals in one go. Killer and Cross were in the middle of a back-to-back fight, both firing blades at the enemy. Cross's oversized butcher knives, and Killer's signature red knife attacks. XChara was causing distractions so the two had it easier.

Flashes of yellow fire could be seen from a distance, dancing around in the air and around an Urgal, it seemed that Chaos was having a grand time. The small Temmie was using one of Killer's older knives as a dagger, hacking away at the Kull as she danced around it, followed by the yellow flames.

Then a whole part of the enemy's troops were encased in blue strings, Error laughing as he lived up to his title of Master Puppeteer. They turned on each other, devolving into a bloody mess. Nightmare laughed darkly at the sight, amazed to see Error actually use his power in a setting where it was fitting. The King of Negativity lashed his tentacles through the throngs, carving a path through the Urgals before noticing Saphira take off.

Stay safe, Skulblaka.
Of course. I am one of the most fearsome opponents here. No one can withstand me.
That's what I like to hear.
Nightmare returned to the battle, ordering Blue to go with Saphira; he could help her and her Rider. The smaller caught his gaze after swinging his hammer through a dozen Kull. "Got it!" He disappeared, and the Lord of Darkness bellowed at the enemy, a deep roar that rivaled Saphira's. All Urgals within thirty feet froze, facing him. He carved out a swathe of them before they recovered, a few actually fleeing him as the rest let loose war cries.

But then a war horn sounded, sending a ripple of fear throughout the ranks. Urgals backed away from him and attacked others, leaving the King of Negativity a little confused. Error suddenly appeared beside him. "$øm€+hïπg'§ ¢0mîπg." He panted, stressed.
Behind him, Red sent another lazer from his Gaster Blaster, only for something to block it. Nightmare spun Error around to see it. There was a new Blaster, rising up from the army as Red's died out. There seemed almost to be a pause as the owner was revealed.

That poor, unfortunate Sans.
Possession.

A few tears ran from the newcomer's eyesockets as his arm was jerked up again, a Flowey's laughter rolling through the battlefield as several new skeletons made their appearance.

Horror snarled as Red yelled obscenities. horrorfell, HF for short, grinned menacingly as he threw his own axe straight through the head of an innocent dwarf.
"He has our people here!" Nightmare choked.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" Chaos snarled, as she flicked her blade, sending the blood from her defeated opponent everywhere, before she had to dodge an attack from another Urgal. "How did that happen?!"

"They aren't ours. They're the enemy." Error snarled, then all of a sudden, both Nightmare and Error vanished from the battlefield, shocking the rest of the Wyrdaí Islingrya.
"Boss?" Several voices questioned.
"DADDY?!" Chaos shrieked.

...
Meanwhile, in another plane of existence, the pair of skeleton gods stumbled in a mini-Void. "What the hell?!" Nightmare demanded. Error glitched wildly, error signs filling his red sockets.

A pair of foggy, white lights stood before them. Nightmare almost ignored it, until he realized it was a someone. An entity he couldn't sense.
"What are you?" He growled, tentacles sharpening.

The figure solidified. It was the shape of a Sans, made of shadows. Where eyesockets should be were a pair of white lights. "𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕪, 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕪 𝔼𝕗𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕚. 𝕀'𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕪." The hollow, echoing voice spoke, presumably with hands in pockets.

"What are you?" He repeated, a little calmer. Error responded instead. "Limbo." He stared at the glitch. "What?"
"𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕃á𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤. 𝕀'𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕀'𝕞 𝕒 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤; 𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕖'𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤, 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕖?"
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The shadowy figure shrugged. "𝕀'𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪. 𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕒 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝕤𝕠 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣.."
"Let us go, you fool!" Nightmare ordered.
"𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥." Those empty lights gazed at him. "𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕎𝕪𝕣𝕕𝕒 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖." The stranger finally said after those orbs turned grey.

"𝕎𝕪𝕣𝕕𝕒 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦... 𝕦𝕤. 𝕋𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕦𝕤. 𝕀 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕀'𝕞 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝.." The ghostly one shook their skull. "𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖. ℍ𝕖𝕙."
"What are you saying?" Nightmare deadpanned.

"Limbo is a glitch." Error said quietly. "He is caught between existing and nothingness. He's hardly alive at all."
"𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. 𝕀'𝕞 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕒 𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙. 𝕀'𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀'𝕞 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖. 𝕆𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕟𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖. ℍ𝕖𝕙. ℍ𝕖𝕙 𝕙𝕖𝕙. 𝕀'𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕟𝕚𝕥, 𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕤."

The figure waved a shadowy hand over the ground and a lighter grey appeared in the black Void they currently occupied. "𝔸𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕗. 𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕘𝕠! 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪'𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕤𝕤." Nightmare inched closer, seeing muted colors among the shades of grey. It was an image of the battle they'd just come from.
"Listen, Limbo." He tried to be civil. "You need to allow us back. We need to fight off the Urgals."
"𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨." Limbo faced him, those eerie white orbs studying him. "𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕪𝕣𝕕𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥?"

Nightmare glared for a moment, then looked away. "You're driven by Wyrda, aren't you?" He asked defeatedly. "𝕌𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪. 𝔹𝕦𝕥, 𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥?"
Error flinched. Then the three of them sat down. "When are you releasing us?" Nightmare asked tiredly.
Limbo shrugged. "ℕ𝕠 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒. 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟, 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕣𝕪, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕣 𝔸𝕌'𝕊 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥, 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕡 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤? 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝. 𝕀 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕥. 𝕀 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝.."
"You can't exist outside this Void?" Error now asked. "You sure seemed to exist last time we met."

Limbo shrugged, white wisps coming off those orbs that resembled eyes. "𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝔸𝕝𝕒𝕘𝕒ë𝕤𝕚𝕒 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟. 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕍𝕠𝕚𝕕. 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖, 𝕥𝕠𝕠. 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥, 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀'𝕞 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝."
"How were you pulled in after us?" Nightmare quested, watching Cross barely miss Possession in an attack through the shadow window.

"𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕒𝕟𝕘. 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕀'𝕞 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕤, 𝕟𝕠𝕨. 𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕖." His orbits vibrated, sending out tendrils of white wisps in spirals around his Void-black face. "𝕀'𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒 𝕧𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕛𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕪. 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕤. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥. 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤."

Both Nightmare and Error stared at the shadow. "I don't understand any of what you're saying." Nightmare told him, bewildered. Limbo sighed. "𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠. 𝕋𝕚𝕓𝕚𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤. 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘.. 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕡𝕤𝕖𝕤, 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖.. 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖."
"You'll die?" Error offered.
"𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕖. 𝕀'𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖. 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀'𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕍𝕠𝕚𝕕. 𝕀 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪.. 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕞𝕖. 𝕆𝕣 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕥. ℂ𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝. 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥. 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘."
Error and Nightmare both looked at each other in confusion before peering into the orb of shadow.

It was showing a Papyrus, a brutal, orange themed skeleton attacking Dust and Powder and holding his ground. It was Gz Pap, that evil monster. Not far from them was a demonic Yandere, wailing on Red with a madness only one of their kind could manage while Killer panicked, fending off Urgals as he tried to peel the crazed one off the beaten edgy Sans. Horror was too busy fighting his match, a madly grinning HF. Their axes clashed repeatedly, both dodging each other's bone attacks and Blasters.
Possession was fighting Chaos, the Temmie snarling like mad as she started gaining the upper hand. The Flowey started looking concerned as the Sans looked terrified. Chaos's arms almost appeared dark grey as she wielded magic.

After a few minutes, the view changed. Inside Tronjhiem, Eragon and Blueberry had reached the floor, sliding down the Vol Turin and looking around frantically. Abruptly, the floor near them exploded, causing Error to let out a glitched shriek of fear for his friend. Nightmare gritted his teeth. "No. No. Blue. Damnit, Blue."

Faint noises had begun to grow clearer, and now they could hear the cacophony of the Urgals below the floor and some kind of creature. Then a pale hand grabbed the jagged rim, pulling itself up into the chamber.
Durza.

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It was Gaster Blaster Sans in his animal form, snarling and whining as chains jerked him along.

Durza spoke, addressing the Urgals in what must have been their home tongue. They circled Blue and Eragon, yanking the pitiful GB in place behind Durza as he grinned at Eragon.
"So, my young Rider, we meet again. You were foolish to escape in Gil'ead. It will only make things worse for you in the end."
"Stay away from him!" Blue shouted.
"You'll never capture me alive." Eragon growled.

Durza raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? I don't see your 'captor' or 'friends' around to help you. You can't stop me now. No one can!"
Eragon smoldered, then fired back. "How did you like being shot?" "Heck yeah!" Blue cheered with false enthusiasm, watching Durza's scowl flash across his face.
"I will be repaid in blood for that. Now tell me where your dragon is hiding."
"Never."
"Then I will force it from you!" Their blades clashed, the duel had begun. Blue's eyelights vanished as he stared in horror. Then they flashed with determination, the short skeleton facing GB.

"Hold on, Eragon! I'll be right there!" He called before throwing himself at the Urgals, bone attacks taking out a dozen of them while a single swing of his hammer ended five more. GB trumpeted excitedly, eyelights stars as he wriggled and nodded furiously.

Eragon suddenly froze, as though caught in a trance. Durza regained balance after having stumbled and faced the human with pure rage in his bloody eyes. Eragon fell to one knee, somehow helpless as Durza charged at him with his sword ready to smite him.

Nightmare and Error yelled profusely at the scene, desperate to help or change something while it was too late for Eragon. Durza struck Eragon across the back, ripping open his flesh in a grievous wound. The human screamed, louder than than the Shade that ranted briefly as Blue broke GB's last chain, Urgals slain.

The two skeletons, dragonic and humanoid, faced Durza with fury in their eyelights. But then a blinding light flashed, a deafening crack echoed through the chamber. Above, Isidar Mithrim had shattered, falling in millions of pieces as they tumbled. Saphira was diving down into the center of Tronjhiem, Arya in her saddle, with a torrent of flame erupting from her jaws.

The Shade scowled, then began to speak as he directed his finger at the dragon. He was too late, however. Eragon cried one word as he lunged at the enemy, one that crackled with power.
"Brisingr!"
Zar'roc was lit on fire as it plunged into Durza's chest.
As though time had slowed, the Shade stared at the sword sheathed inside him with his mouth open like a fish. Then he wailed, the sound increasing in pitch as it became a shriek. He dropped his sword with a clang to pull out Zar'roc, but it was stuck there. He became transparent, under his skin was nothing but swirling darkness. It beat against his insides from within, rending it apart. Then Durza was torn to shredss by the forces, the cloudy darkness separating into three and dashing through Tronjhiem's walls.

Eragon fell backwards as Blueberry and GB's eyelights glowed, their blue magic freezing the falling crystals and turning the air purple as the blue filtered through the red in beautiful streaks of light.

Nightmare and Error suddenly found themselves at one of the entrances to the center of the city-mountain instead of Limbo's mini-Void. Both rushed to the others to help wherever they could.