I traverse along the pathway of darkness and imagination… Entering the realm born by human imaginations… Challenging Harry Potter’s magic, commanding the great Pirates of the Caribbean Terminating the Terminator’s strength, tearing apart the Matrix’s Hallucination Virus is my slave Endurance my inheritance Growing and hunting in the boundless universe Breaking through boundaries in a mysterious space Desiring evil, conspiracy and betrayer. Who can redeem what was already lost In a battle of demons who can leave an immortal legacy A declining Trump card, Ultimate evolution! I’m… on a journey! We are one!
Sheyan returned a feeble smile.
"This is because I don't belong to Middle-earth.....I was sent here on a special mission, that is the reason why. Take note of that door ahead, right, walk to the left."
As they chatted, they arrived at the third floor. Upon reaching here, Sheyan's face turned stern and he warned.
"This floor is Saruman's cloning room. There should be at least one Tentacled-freak monitoring his experiments inside, in order to adjust the temperature at times. If not, the uruk-hais that are cloned out would malfunction. Do you think you can swiftly dispatch the Tentacled-freak?"
Melody delayed for a moment before replying.
"I should be able to. As long as it isn't one of those larger tentacle models."
Sheyan nodded and performed a gesture to Melody to prepare to burst in. Gesturing three, then two, but he hadn't reached one!!! Sheyan had completely forgotten he wasn't in the present world, and Melody had no knowledge of the standard '3,2,1 ready go!' action!