Act Three: Scene Three

Lord Preen and the protagonist enter a large chamber, the Lady of the night stands on the other side, her back to them)

Narrator: In the Heart of the End Palace, our Travellers find the lady of the night, our protagonist remembers the last words of a cultist, a name: Ot Zhro Nilgh`ri

(she turns around, and she looks like death has possessed her. This is not far from the truth as the End of All is in fact possessing her)

Protagonist: (Afraid, trying not to show it) Ot Zhro Nilgh`ri?

Ot Zhro Nilgh`ri: (in a voice of pure malice, well beyond evil) Well, Audacious interlopers thou hath entered into the presence of an apocalypse foretold in ages long past...Your selflessness a mere trifling matter to the relentless march of entropy....

Protagonist: W-We stand unyielding against the maelstrom of destruction you endeavour to unleash, to reclaim and rekindle the balance your malevolence has sundered. Chaos shalt not hold sway over order.

Ot Zhro Nilgh`ri: Order? How adamantine are your naive, antiquated convictions. Through the annals of existence, chaos rules supreme, and I stand as the harbinger of its designs.

Lord Preen: Your unbridled madness, unchained discord and disorder, leads but to utter failure. We shalt orchestrate the culmination of your regime of terror, you shalt not win!

Ot Zhro Nilgh`ri: Terror? Utter Failure? Ah, terror is but a faint murmur in the opulent symphony of pandemonium! And as for utter failure, you, Lord Preen, know it well, you hath fallen far, thou should have taken the shot!

(Lord Preen is infuriated by the reference to his failed attempts to please his father, and his attempted murder of the protagonist)

Protagonist: In this hallowed moment, we stand united as a radiant beacon of order, a shield raised against your voracious chaos. The realm holds its breath, its heartbeat steadied by our unwavering resolve, and we shalt not yield!

(The spotlight lands on them both, Lord Preen aims his bow at the End of All, the protagonist's wings gleam the brighter than ever before)

(AM bursts into the chamber, holding some sort of spear with a crystal on the end)

AM: (with a mix of determination and remorse) I have returned, driven not by riches, but by the shadows of thy past. This weapon, a creation of thy greed, may now be our final hope.

(Ot Zhro Nilgh`ri, shrouded in darkness, raises his hand, and with a malicious incantation, he unleashes a torrent of shadowy energy toward AM)

AM: (dodging the attack) This time, I stand with you. Together, we shall vanquish this darkness!

AM: (focused) I need a moment to prepare the weapon, keep him at bay!

Protagonist: (determined) We won't falter; we'll hold the line!

Lord Preen: (urgent) Then we'll buy you that moment! (He releases an arrow. It hits right between the eyes, but no major damage is dealt)

(AM finished arming the weapon)

AM: (With a wry smile) Take this, my dear. It is not every day you get a weapon that might just save the world.

Lord Preen: A mechanical trinket against the embodiment of chaos. Well, let`s see if it surprises.

AM: Go forth and conquer the skies!

(Protagonist takes flight via a chord)

(Note: avert attention from chord at all cost!)

(She aims the weapon at Ot Zhro Nilgh`ri and fires, a beam of white light erupts from the brass weapon)

(it strikes true, Ot Zhro Nilgh'ri keels over weakened)

(Protagonist returns to ground level after doing some aerial acrobatics)

Protagonist: (surprised by the beam) By the heavens, that was unexpected!

(AM is suddenly hit by a black blade, he falls to the ground, bleeding heavily)

AM: (struggling to speak, suddenly starts laughing hysterically) Well, well, my dear companions... Seems the relentless pursuit of riches got the best of me, eh? Here I am, just another cog in the machine of my own making. (continues laughing until he gasps for breath and dies)

Protagonist: (upset) No..

Lord Preen: (smirking a little) At least he left us with a joke.

(As Ot Zhro Nilghri unleashes his most potent attack, the entire atmosphere trembles with chaotic energy. The very stage seems to quiver under the weight of his malevolent power. Suddenly, the attack backfires, spiralling uncontrollably and striking Ot Zhro Nilghri instead, enveloping him in a maelstrom of his own destructive force With a deafening roar, he is consumed by his own malevolence.)

(We cut to black)