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Chapter 0: Pinnacle Chamber - Prologue
"Perhaps, oh young one. The answer you seek may lie beyond what your fragile body and feeble mind could ever withstand." An old, wizened voiced echoed throughout the chamber. "For the sake of your life, it is wise that you return to whence you came from and not think about it again."
Silence. It was as though the other person was trying to find the correct words to counter.
"No." She said, unsteadily.
He smiled, sensing her wavering confidence.
Yet… something was not right. The steely glint in her eyes spoke of untold determination. It…it can't be. She can't possibly have a death wish.
"No." She said again, this time firmer than ever. "I will not give up now. Not that I had come so far."
There was an audible sigh, as He slowly got up to His feet. Simultaneously, she stepped into attack position, her hand over the handle of her trusty horn. The other was resting upon her pocket, over a rectangular shaped slab that was slotted there.
"Very well."
His powerful voice reverberated across the entire room. Even the tiles sang of His strength as the girl trembled ever so slightly. Without a second thought, she smoothly drew the Dehydration base out of her pocket and slammed it upon the wooden floor. Then, with a flick of an experienced finger, a piece of Rumble landed exactly at one end of the white slab.
"AMBUSH TRAP, ACTIVATE!"
Right as her command ended, a thin piece of brown rice paper wall began to pop out and unfold from a tiny box at the other end of the base. Within seconds, the Japanese-looking paper divider was already set and the muffled humming of mechanical droids could be heard from behind the white screen.
Brushing aside the skulls of those that had fallen before Him with his furry feet, the Master of the Dojo nonchalantly intoned,
"Sometimes, you will need to die first before learning how to live again."