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"From What Pit Have You Crept?"

When Balor regained consciousness he wondered if he had, for he founds things just as dark as when his eyes were shut! And then came Mumm-Ra creeping towards him.

"From what pit have you crept?" asked Balor. The last he had seen Mumm-Ra, Lion-O had impaled him upon the Sword of Omens some fourteen years ago. Mumm-Ra was dead and yet here he was as alive as he had been fourteen years ago!

"From one more terrible than the nine circles the evil of your race are condemned too… Yet it is Addicus who suffers worst of all." Mumm-Ra placed a finger on a scar on Balor's cheek. "You are all the same… No matter which of you I look upon there is always scars… Where is Gard? Where is the one who marked me shortly before my demise?"

"How should I know?" Balor looked around. This place did not look like Mumm-Ra's pyramid or anywhere in Wilusa. "I don't even know where I am!"

"Deep beneath Wilusa… In Wilusa's oldest chamber." Mumm-Ra looked at the chains that held Balor in place. "A stronger Evabon would have broken those… Not that it matters Wilusa is Orsino's now! A bust in my likeness has been put in the fane where your shamans practice their arts, the shamans of Wilusa are all dead save for you. Incense is burned before my bust… Orsino rules Wilusa but as he serves me I have become the backer avatar of Wilusa."

"Are you going to kill me?"

"No, I desire entertainment… My acts of abuse shall bring you affliction and from that I shall have my sport!" Mumm-Ra then looked at the lightning bolt scar on Balor's arm. "It is Lion-O I wish to kill, I wish to take the Eye of Thundera… He has the Spirit Stone still no doubt, the Soul Stone too but where is the Tech Stone?"

"I was not involved in what happened to it?"

"And why not?"

"I was a boy when you were defeated for the final time." Balor looked at a scar on Mumm-Ra's neck. It had been there that Gard had marked him Lion-O's strike had been to the chest. "I was not involved in what happened to it but I shall tell you this much, the birds do not have it so it is futile to return to Avista." Balor then looked at the wall. "I grow tired of your company, demon. Leave me."

Leave Mumm-Ra did. He was in no mood for sport, merely for informing and questioning.