Apeiron Apostle Adventures: Boss Fight!

Hey everyone! Today we’re excited to share with you the epic conclusion to the Dungeon arc of the Apeiron Apostle Adventures. We’ve…

Hey everyone! Today we’re excited to share with you the epic conclusion to the Dungeon arc of the Apeiron Apostle Adventures. We’ve followed Bobo the Warrior and Rara the Hunter as they were separated from their friends, made new allies, met a new god, and explored a dangerous dungeon. Now comes the ultimate test for our brave doods, one in which they’ll need to put everything on the line — and it still might not be enough. It’s time for a boss fight!

Quick recap: we rejoin our doods on the Dungeon World of Letrina, searching for a way to reach the Spirit Realm and potentially find answers in how to push back Chaos and save the godiverse. The party — led by Gale the Tempest God — has just got a new member in the rescued Mage Apostle Balderdash. Now they are on the precipice of reaching the bottom of the dungeon and the dangers that lurk there…

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“Oh hey! Welcome! It’s you guys again!”

The Shopkeeper waved cheerily to Gale the God of the Tempest and his party of exhausted Dood Apostles. Ignoring her, the Tempest God moved swiftly to study the runic sigils engraved on the other side of the shopkeeper’s dingy chambers. The Doods, on the other hand, weren’t up for any more moving. They collapsed where they were standing in a clumsy pile.

“You guys uh…hangin’ in there?” She moved up closer to the pile o’ Doods. Out of the pile a doody hand shakily rose like a flag and clenched into a thumbs up before slipping back down.

“Uh…good. Would you um…like to buy anything?”

“You wouldn’t happen to have anything in the line of healing items, would you?” pipped a small voice from somewhere in the middle of the pile.

“Oh! Yeah! We got plenty of those! Comin’ right up! One sec!” The Shopkeeper hustled back to her cart, shouting all the while: “Strudel! STRUDEL! Get the box! The box with the healermathingies! Quickly!”

Strudel the grinning pilfy-cat flew out of his resting backpack and started rummaging around the shop with the Shopkeeper. The two of them managed to rustle up the right box and zipped back to the fallen doods.

“Alright Strudel: 1…2…3! HEAVE!” They tossed the box of healery-ish-potions-and-victuals right on top of the pile, where it crashed with a tinkling of glass and a smashing of ancient wood. There was a blinding flash of light and puff of smoke as the magical ointments, unguents, and beverages combined and interacted with each other chemico-magically. The Shopkeeper and Strudel covered their eyes with their hands.

When the light and smoke began to clear, the Dood Apostles stood boldly in front of them. There was Bobo the Warrior, renowned for his leaping strikes, understated leadership, and insistence on stews. Rara the Hunter stood beside him, bow at the ready, a hungry look in her eyes. And there were Gustipharts the Priest and Large the Guardian, big and small always supporting each other, master and pupil, protector and healer. Marigold the Rogue was picking her nose with her dagger. And there was someone new to the Shopkeeper’s eyes. Although she thought she might recognize him…

“Who’re you then?” she asked, pointing at the mysterious cloaked dood. He carried a big book.

He held up a hand in greeting. “Yo! I’m Balderdash. I’m a mage! I do magic stuff.”

She nodded her head. “Very sensible.”

Bobo hefted his sword. “Thanks for the juice, Shopkeeper. I feel like a new dood.”

Rara was more circumspect. “What’s it going to cost us?”

“Nothing! Nothing. It’s on the house,” the Shopkeeper smiled slyly, then whispered under her breath: “Your firstborn doodlings should suffice as payment hehehe…”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

“Ahem!” harrumphed Gustipharts noticeably, deciding that the conversation had gone on long enough without his erudite intervention. “We thank you for your aid, good Shopkeeper. May the four winds of Gale always guide you on your journeys!”

Large rubbed his head and smiled innocently. “Thanks! I feel better.”

The Shopkeeper gave their group a big ol’ thumbs up, then motioned at her cart. “Want to buy anything else before you head down? Not far to go now, oh no my dearies he he he…”

“He he he…” echoed Strudel the pilfy-cat ominously.

Marigold slid forward. “Counter-offer! Would you like to buy this bottle of stew?” She held up a bottle with a thick, vaguely reddish liquid inside. “It heals the soul! The body, mixed results.”

“Hmmm…” the Shopkeeper swiped the bottle from Marigold’s hands, uncorked the stopper, and gave it a perfunctory whiff. “Oh yeah! That’s the good stuff! How many bottles you got?”

“Uhh…” Marigold looked shell-shocked. She checked her bag. “Five bottles.”

“I’ll take ‘em!” She grabbed all the bottles, then yelled: “STRUDEL!” The pilfy-cat immediately jumped into action, flying into the cart and reappearing a moment later with a box marked “Healing Potions (probably).” The Shopkeeper dumped the bottles of Stew in the box with a clatter and slapped her hands happily. Then she took out a small pouch and pulled out five gold coins, which she handed Marigold.

The young rogue looked like she was going to faint. “Oh…my…god. FINALLY. REAL GOLD! WE DID IT EVERYONE! TREASUREEEEEEEEE!” She started dancing around joyfully. Balderdash the Mage, meanwhile, found his moment to come forward.

“Ummm…excuse me, Miss Shopkeeper, I was wondering if you had any magical maguffins for sale?”

Rara looked at Balderdash, cocking her head to one side curiously. “What’s a maguffin?”

“Sounds like a muffin,” said Bobo, licking his lips. He was getting hungry. A blueberry chocolate chip muffin with the works sounded pretty good right now…

“It’s not,” explained Balderdash. “A maguffin is a powerful magical artifact that can instantly solve all of your problems! Well, at least some of your problems. Maybe. Depends on the maguffin…”

“A maguffin you want, eh? STRUDEL! How many maguffins we have left in stock?”

Strudel dove back into the cart and ferreted around for a minute before holding up a paw with a single solitary finger. The Shopkeeper turned back to Balderdash. “Well! Only one maguffin left. You’re a lucky dood. And how do you want to pay for it?”

“Well…” said Balderdash. The other doods were suddenly all very busy and pointedly refused to make eye contact. Marigold especially was nowhere to be seen. The Mage sighed. “I guess I can sell this magical book.” He held it out to the shopkeeper. “When I was imprisoned in the spirit realm I could still read. Must have read it a thousand times at least, I have it all memorized I’m pretty sure…”

The Shopkeeper grabbed the book from him and handed him a wrapped up thingy that seemed spherical from the outline. “Here ya go! Enjoy the maguffin. BUT-” she moved right up to Balderdash, her eye-holes going through a kaleidoscopic range of colors — “DON’T open it until JUST the right moment. And not before!”

Balderdash nodded and carefully accepted the small bundle.

“Well then!” said the Shopkeeper, dusting off her suit. “That’s that then! I think we’re just about done here if I had to lick the ground and get a taste of it. Luckily I wouldn’t do that! HAHA!” She hopped in her cart. “STRUDEL!” she screamed. The pilfy-cat hopped into the cart beside her. “Well, see y’all next time! Good luck down there. The last time I saw the thing at the bottom he was a real chonker. Give him a taste of doody medicine! We’re off!” Strudel waved goodbye.

Then the cart started spinning, as if a powerful whirlpool had opened underneath it. “WEEEEEEEE!” shouted the Shopkeeper as the cart spun around and around and around and then poof! Vanished.

The doods stood in the now empty room. “Well,” said Bobo. “Let’s go.”

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Another bood-acious battle, another victory. Rara was hopping around Gale’s feet. “We did it again Gale-sama! And you were really cool! I loved it when you did that move and you went wooosh and then the boods were like ‘oh no!’ and then you just came in and gave them a ka-pow: bam!”

From far above came the sound of Gale laughing gently. He reached down and patted Rara on the head. “Thank you Rara. That is an excellent description.”

Rara squealed in delight. From behind sounded a loud gasp. Bobo turned to look. Gustipharts was so green from envy he could have been a vegetable. Large was doing his best to keep the poor priest afloat. “She…Lord Gale…oh my word…”

Gale was already moving swiftly to the next set of runes. But rather than take the time to analyze them, as he usually did, he simply touched one and disappeared.

“LORD GALE NO WAIT FOR MEEEEE!” Gustipharts was after him like a shot, Rara hot on his heels. “GALE-SAMA IT COULD BE DANGEROUS WAIT FOR ME I’M COMING!” The rest of the doods right behind them. They all touched the same rune that Gale had and tumbled one after another right into — another camping room.

It was sunset in the camping valley, and it was unusually still, as if whoever had woven the magic for this place had finally given up and gone home to bed for the evening. The trees stood as silent sentinels around the edge of the valley. The grass waited with bated breath. Even the water in the trickling stream seemed sluggish.

“Time for a break then?” said Balderdash into the silent air.

Gale was waiting for them at the campsite with Gustipharts and Rara sitting around him. Both Priest and Hunter were silent. Concern and worry were written across their faces, in the case of Gustipharts making him appear noticeably nauseous. Gale motioned to the other doods to approach.

“Well, my dear Dood Apostles. The time has come. The final battle is upon us. There is only one chamber left, and it is the realm of the creature lording over this place, the one sending the waves of boods after us. Whatever monster lurks there, it will be a far tougher foe than any we have yet encountered. Beyond the creature, I believe we will have a chance to win our prize: a chance to enter the Spirit Realm.”

“However…” Gale continued, “I am no longer certain that my magic can protect you. The creature we will face has been infused with Chaos to an extent that it is a challenge even for a god such as myself. Therefore, I am telling you now: hope for the best. But prepare for the worst. I will give you some time to yourselves. Please have a good rest.”

Gale floated to a respectable distance and called up a stirring breezer around himself. He was swiftly obscured in a sandy and grassy haze, which Gustipharts informed the rest of the party that it was Gale’s way of getting (and giving) a little privacy from his intimidatingly impressive divine presence.

And so they sat there, a party of doods at the end of the dungeon. It was a very un-doody atmosphere, to be perfectly honest with you. Everyone was feeling rather depressed at the dark intonations of Gale’s words. They sat there for several minutes, each dood with their own thoughts.

Then Large’s stomach gave off a tremendous rumble. The great guardian looked abashedly at them. “Sorry doods. I’m a bit hungry…”

They laughed. After the laughter died down, an awkward silence threatened to overcome them once more. Luckily this time Marigold was having none of it: “I’m scared, guys. Like actually. I don’t wanna die! I wanna go home to my mum and dad and show them all the gold I found!”

They all nodded in understanding. Gustipharts ahem’d. “Yes, young Marigold. I totally understand. And I agree! I mean, I need to get back to the village. They will be simply lost without my august leadership.”

Large sniffed. “I wanna see my mama. She makes the best chicken nuggets. And gives the best hugs.”

“Awww Large…” Marigold and Rara gave the big Guardian a hug. He sniffed again. “Thanks guys.”

Bobo locked eyes with the mage Balderdash. “Hey Mage.”

“Yeah?”

“Can you use your magic to help me cook a meal we’ll never forget?”

“No.”

“What! I thought you were all magical and stuff.”

“Well yeah…but it doesn’t work like that.”

“Well what can you do then with your fancy magic?”

“Lots of stuff!”

“Like what huh? Huh??”

“NOW SEE HERE! I can tell you right now that there’s a bunch of food buried under the ground right where we’re sitting!”

Bobo shut up. “Wait — really?”

Balderdash looked at him smugly. “Yes! I can sense it. It’s been magically preserved in a magical box and then buried here.”

“By who?”

“Don’t know!”

“Can we dig it up?”

“Yeah I guess.”

Bobo waved at the others. “Doods! Stop moping around! Let’s dig up this magic box of food!”

There’s nothing quite like the promise of a coming meal to spark doods into action. The previously morose party leapt into gear and quickly dug into the ground beneath the campsite. And what do you know! There was a magic box. It had a note on it, too.

“Partied too hard. Had some leftovers. Left for some future doods. Party on! Love ya! Boods please don’t open.” Balderdash read out the note. He shrugged. “It’s not signed.”

Rara smiled. “I might have an idea about who left this. Anyway! Let’s eat!”

The box was full of all sorts of things. There were colorful sweet’n’sour jelly beans, crispy fries dripping in gooey cheese, double-patty bacon cheesy doodburgers with extra bacon, slurp-worthy noodles and mouth-watering meatballs in tomato sauce with a crapton of cheesio to go on top, some succulent sushi rolls stuffed with lakfish, a meat lovers pizza with double the usual meat, a few inviting candy moon-limes, a massive three-tiered iced cake, and several kegs of maplebeer (it was a big box).

“WELL,” said Bobo, his eyes widening. “Isn’t that something!” He felt like he had died and gone to heaven, only — he was pretty sure he hadn’t died (yet anyway). Finally a turn of good luck!

“LET’S EAT!” cheered Rara. They all tucked in with gusto and gumption and ate their worries away. They danced, they laughed, they jumped up and down excitedly. Balderdash performed some magical tricks, conjuring on the palm of his hand a tiny group of doods kicking some boods flat butts. Rara and Gustipharts sat together and talked about how cool Lord Gale-sama was. Large drunkenly picked some marigold flowers — his favorite — for Marigold and gave them to her, and she told him when they got back they could start their own flower selling business. And Bobo sat off to one side, a full keg of maplebeer to himself, and hummed a little tune that he had always liked, from the old days, whenever those had been.

It was a splendid feast under a starless sky, one to remember, for the next day they would face the doom of this mysterious dungeon.

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The boss’ chamber was not so different from the other dungeon rooms: a wide plateau with floating crystals around it, suspended amidst an endless void that made the eye dizzy to look at too long. Gale the Spinning Tornado entered fearlessly. The doods followed behind not quite as fearlessly, huddled as they were beneath and behind Gale’s impressive divinity.

And there, across the chamber, was the dungeon boss. Bobo’s eyes widened even as Rara gasped in shock. It was a twin to the creature that had separated them from their friends: a massive purplish behemoth with fur as black as night leering out angrily from under a skull-like mask. It was vaguely the shape of a bood, but one that had been ultra-sized. It had enormous, trunk-like arms rippling with muscles inside of two stony gauntlets, and it also sported a mammoth scorpion tail with a cannon-like mouth on its tip.

“Woah,” said Large, his mouth slack and agape. “That thing’s big.”

“Hmmm…” wondered Gale. “I wonder if it’s size comes with any increase in intellect. Perhaps we can glean some information about Chaos’ plans from it…Creature! I call-”

“AHEM!” said Gustipharts, interrupting Gale. “Pardon me, Lord Gale. Permit me, your loyal servant, to announce you to this foul beast!”

Gale sighed. “Oh go on then.”

“At once, my Lord!” Gustipharts walked forward — very slightly — in front of Gale. Bobo was pretty sure he was quaking in his boots. Still, he didn’t run away. He banged his staff on the ground, once, twice. “CREATURE!” he shouted as loud as he could at the monstrous boss. “Lord Gale demands your reply: are you smart or are you as dumb as you are ugly?” Gustipharts looked up at his god for a response to this witticism. Gale gave him a thumbs up.

But Gustipharts’ good feelings were short-lived, for the boss gave out a tremendous ROAR that knocked the Priest flying off his feet and tumbling back behind Gale. The Wind God swiftly responded, his hands whirling off a protective incantation. “Prepare for battle, my Apostles! This creature is not for talking. We strike now, and we strike hard, and fast!”

Rara leapt bravely forward. “Come on Doods! For Susanoo! For Gale!”

“For Gale!” they all yelled, unsheathing their weapons.

“For the universe!” shouted Bobo last, pulling out his sword.

They charged, full of confidence that the monster was theirs for the taking. Together they would win!

Well.

It was not quite so easy after all.

Even as they were charging forward, the creature snorted and leapt high into the air before plummeting right down amidst all of them, slamming them every which direction. All of a sudden it was total chaos, for in its wake came an army of screaming, slavering boods. It was all Bobo could do to keep himself alive in those first few moments, let alone find out where his friends had gotten too. He sliced one bood with a keen cross-chop before bringing his blade down on the head of another. He bumped into something; turning to face his next foe — he came face-to-face with Large.

The huge Guardian’s shield was being pummelled by a squadron of boods. “Help!” Large yelled. Bobo needed no further invitation: the Warrior charged forward, using his momentum to spin his blade in a massive cleaving arc, cutting down the boods to a…bood. Bobo took a breath to steady himself, then waved to Large. “Let’s go big dood! We gotta get back to the others!” Large nodded and the two set off across the battlefield.

They came across Rara next, slippin’ and slidin’ just out of range of the boods while unleashing arrows every which way. “Where’s Gale??” she yelled when she saw them.

“There!” said Large. He pointed. Over in the near distance they saw Gale clashing with the monster. The beast was using its gauntleted fists and slamming Gale again and again, but Gale was as fast as a hurricane, as nimble as a tempest. The monster howled in frustration. Then it jumped back, fell into a crawling position, steadying itself even as its tail opened. A red light began to build up.

Bobo yelled: “RUN!”

The laser tore across the battlefield, even hitting Gale before he could dodge, and tearing a path through bood and dood alike. Bobo, Rara, and Large leapt out of the way, narrowly avoiding getting hit themselves.

When they looked up through the rubble, they found themselves almost on top of Gustipharts, quivering behind a rock. The Priest was simultaneously thrilled and rather embarrassed to see them. “Oh! Right! Yes! Oh it’s so good to see you — Large especially — those boods had it out for me and I only just-”

“No time!” said Rara.

“Gotta go!” said Bobo.

“Come on!” said Large.

And they set off again, heading over as fast as they could to help Gale.

Balderdash and Marigold were not far from the besieged god, but absolutely surrounded by boods. Bobo and the party waved as they approached. “Hang on!! We’re coming!!” It didn’t look like they’d be able to stand much more — both were wavering. But the approach of the party proved to be a decisive distraction.

Balderdash the Mage seized his moment. He fished in his bag for a second. “Marigold! Duck!” He threw something up into the air and whispered a spell.

There was a flash and then a tremendous BANG followed by a whooshing “poof”. When the dust cleared, Bobo and the party saw that the boods had simply disappeared…along with the maguffin.

“Wowzer!” said Marigold. She blinked a few times. “How did you know it would do that?”

Balderdash laughed awkwardly. “I uh…I didn’t.”

The party was back together, and as one they flew across the plateau towards Gale. Even the God of the True Storm was having a tough time of it now, and the monster was landing blow after blow. “My Apostles!” said the god. “You have come!”

“Let’s GO!” shouted Bobo. “Guys! Gimme a boost!”

He jumped onto Large’s shield, who propelled him into the air — even as he flew, he could see fireballs and arrows and daggers flying with him, his sword glowing with holy light — all of them! — together! — he struck the monster.

The beast fell backwards in shock and pain. Then Gale wove his hands in the air, building up a surge of crackling energy and then firing off a blinding Thunder Ray. The sizzling energy sped through the air and struck the beast true.

The monster howled, such a roar that the doods were dizzied and Gale thrown off balance. A foul light began to glow around it — a reddish and blackish aura that licked around its form like flames. Gale’s voice boomed out to the doods: “It is infused with Chaos! This fight isn’t over yet!”

A general melee erupted. The boods fought with the same dark power as their master, and the doods were hard pressed upon to push them back. In those moments, all hope seemed lost, and it was only Gale’s magic that kept them safe. The Lord of Hurricanes moved with blinding speed, constantly saving one dood then another and another right as they were on the point of losing, even as he fought to keep the giant enraged monster at bay with a salvo of spells.

But the wind alone would not turn them back .

Bobo was on the point of collapse. Was this the end? Ugh. That would suck. He really didn’t want to die when he was getting hungry again. Plus, he had kind of hoped he would save the universe.

As the put-upon group gave ground, the monstrous creature suddenly slammed down its front arms and steeled itself for another firing of its tail cannon. Except this time, Bobo could tell it wasn’t just going to be a straight laser: this was going to be the blast to end all blasts.

Uh oh.

The cannon was glowing — shaking — here it comes! — This is it — Sorry everyone-

The monster unleashed the blast. Bobo prepared for the end: but instead found himself in the shadow of a large figure. Or, to be more precise, he found himself in Large’s shadow.

The courageous Guardian had leapt in front of the group and was shielding all of them — even Gale — from the blast. Bobo quickly glanced around him. They were all here, behind the shield. But the blast was so powerful it had actually obliterated the surrounding boods.

He looked up at Large. The Guardian was struggling to hold it back. In fact it looked like his shield was practically melting away. The big dood grunted and steadied himself. “I….AM…LARGE!!!!!”

The shield broke. Gasps erupted from the group. But Large was still blocking the full force of the energy with his very body. The other doods couldn’t move: for fear or for shock at Large’s incredible display of heroism, Bobo would never be sure.

The blast ended. Large collapsed. “LARGE!” shouted Gustipharts in sorrow and rage. The Priest was by his Guardian’s side in an instant. He was crying as he gently cradled Large’s head. “Oh Large. Oh my dear boy…”

Bobo looked at Large’s unmoving form, and within him kindled a very un-doodlike feeling. He was angry. He was so angry that he wasn’t even hungry anymore. He didn’t want to eat: he wanted to fight. For Large.

It was an electrifying second wind. Before he knew what he was doing he was charging forward, screaming at the top of his lungs. He charged the monster fearlessly, and found that his friends were right there beside him.

But Gale was faster. He cracked into the monster with such force it almost fell backwards, a thunderous blow that split the air itself. The resultant vacuum pulled the doods forward even faster, supercharging their assault. Furiously assailed from all sides, the monster swiped its arms and tail to bat them away, and although they did their best to avoid the blows, it was still a singularly powerful creature, and it was holding on. How long could they keep up this kind of emotional attack?

This was the last gambit for Gale and his Apostles. And it was failing.

“CREATURE!”

Everyone stopped fighting for a moment. Bobo looked back. Gustipharts was standing there with his staff. His whole body was surrounded by a nimbus of white light. “YOU HURT MY FRIEND, YOU MONSTER! AND I WILL HAVE VENGEANCE!” And just as he spoke the last word, he raised his staff. The white light surrounding him rushed out towards the monster and struck it dead on.

“RAAAARRROOOOOOFFFF!” it howled in pain.

“NOW!” shouted Gale. The god fired off another devastating Thunder Ray. Bobo leapt at the monster, Marigold flying in beside him. Balderdash tossed an enormous fireball. Rara lined up the perfect shot.

And so it was that the dungeon’s boss was defeated.

But not without great cost.

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The battle was over. They had won.

Gustipharts was back kneeling over Large, the rest of the party and even Gale crowded around them. Large’s eyes were closed. He was breathing, but very shallowly.

“Lord Gale,” began Gustipharts, choking off tears. “Is there anything you can do? My magic…it won’t work on such grievous wounds…”

Gale shook his head sadly. “I’m sorry, my Apostle. I truly am.”

Large coughed weakly, and all eyes turned to the fallen dood. He opened his eyes ever so slightly. He smiled. “You’re all…ok. That’s good.”

He coughed again. Gustipharts held his head. “Don’t speak, child. Save your strength. We need to get you home. You hear me? We’re going home.”

“Ok,” said Large. He looked at Gustipharts. “I need to take a little rest now. Tired. “

“No!” said Gustipharts. “No Large, please, you have to stay awake. Just for a little longer.”

“Large!” Marigold fell to his side. “You promised me we would go and find flowers to sell together. Please, you can’t sleep now! This is a great business opportunity! For both of us.”

“Sorry. So tired.” Large closed his eyes, and his whole body shuddered. Then they opened one last time: “Tell my mama I love her.”

Then he was gone. Marigold and Gustipharts were bawling. Balderdash looked on sadly. Bobo met eyes with Rara. Tears were sparkling in her eyes. She sniffed. He held out his hand to her. She took it. They stood like that for awhile, silently supporting each other.

But not for long. “It is terribly sad,” said Gale, “But we must move. It’s time to get what we came for. To do what we need to do. Come,” he started to move off.

“No!” shouted Gustipharts. The Priest’s face was ravaged by grief. “I’m not leaving him.”

“Neither am I!” said Marigold.

Gale nodded. “Very well. Stay here for now. What about the rest of you?”

Bobo and Rara locked eyes. Rara nodded. Bobo replied: “We’re ready.”

Balderdash sighed. “I will go as well.”

They followed Gale out to the runic markings on the other side of the plateau. Touching them, they were taken to a small, circular room that barely fit Gale. In the middle of the room was a pedestal, and on that pedestal, illuminated by starlight from who knew where, was an ancient book. There was some sort of magical aura glowing around it — a sphere of magical power.

“Incredible,” whispered Gale. “The Tome of the Hierophant.”

Balderdash shivered. “That magical energy is…very strong. Can you break it, Lord Gale?”

Gale smiled. “For once, my Apostle, there is no need. This magic is targeted against the forces of Chaos. I believe we should be fine.”

He reached out a hand and pulled the tome from the pedestal, and began flicking through its pages.

Bobo peered around the room in confusion. “Wasn’t there supposed to be a door to the Spirit Realm here or something? There’s nothing!”

“Hmmm…” muttered Gale. “Very interesting…the words on the book are enchanted…if the tome leaves the chamber, the whole book will become blank. Makes sense, these spells are too powerful to have running around outside. Ah but yes here…here’s what we came here for-”

He spoke something that Bobo couldn’t hear, but feel: the god’s voice reverberated with magic, not sound. The whole room shook, and continued to shake, more and more violently, until Bobo had to close his eyes…

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“Hey. Wake up, you.”

Bobo blinked. Where was he? Rara? Gale? Large? He looked up. There was a dood standing over him. He thought he recognized her…

It was the Summoner!

“You!” he shouted. He sat up and looked around. He was sitting on a sandy, empty beach that stretched as far as he could see to either side. A pinkish-orangish light diffused the air. Water from a large sea lapped gently against the sand. The water wasn’t blue, but rather translucent, but with a pearlescent sheen. It was really quite beautiful.

“Is this the Spirit Realm?” he asked the Summoner. She looked different. Her body was the same shade of pearl as the water. He gasped. “Are you a spirit? Did you die?”

She shook her head calmly. “Nope. Still alive. But not here.”

“Where are you?”

“Hmmm…can’t say.”

“Why not?”

“Don’t know who else is listening.”

“Even here? I thought there wasn’t any Chaos here?”

“There isn’t any Taint. But that doesn’t mean this place is on our side.”

He sighed. “I don’t understand. Did you find any answers?”

“Some,” she said. “But not enough to save the godiverse. Not yet. You found one way in. There are others. Find them. Find us.”

“Where do I look? What do we do?”

She fished around in her pockets for a minute. Then she pulled out a compass. “This’ll point you in the right direction. It’s a Moral Compass.”

He took it and looked at it. There was a little pointer that was right now pointing directly at the Summoner.

Then he jumped. There was a sound like an explosion some ways in the distance. They both turned and looked. Way out in the sea, something was rising out of the waters. Something big.

“Time to go,” she said. “You must go back.”

“How? I don’t even know how I got here.”

She pushed him, and all of a sudden it was as if he were falling through an endless void. He reached out to her. She was saying something. “A….on….key.”

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He was back on the plateau where they had fought the boss monster. Gale was there too, and Rara. Rara waved at Bobo. It looked like she was holding a new bow, one ornately carved and painted red. “Bobo! We found the Spirit Realm! I saw Lord Susanoo! He gave me this awesome bow” She went up to him. “Are you ok?”

He sighed. Then he nodded. “Yeah.”

Behind them, Gale opened a portal. “Come on, my Apostles. Time to leave.”

Bobo grabbed his sword and put it in its sheath. Then he rushed up to help Gustipharts and the others lift Large’s body. They would give him a hero’s sendoff. And then he would have to leave.

He hadn’t gotten all the answers he wanted from the Spirit Realm. But he had learned something. Inside of him, a small flame of hope had kindled. And something else, as well. Something from a distant life lived long ago. A hunger for something more than just food.

A hunger for revenge. A hunger for peace. A hunger for…

Saving the godiverse.

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