The next day, Kun'nuk'kles awoke to the sound of the wind whistling through the tunnels that had led him to this place. It carried the stench of decaying vegetation… he still had not stopped the creeping death that was upon the island. Hopefully, it would stop after this next Binding. And perhaps the next would start a reversal. But that was unlikely. He sighed. It was time to get on with it. He stood on the pillar, and jumped over to the pillar with his things on it. Unfortunately, this caused one of the Chaos Emeralds to go flying out of the bag and onto the floor. Kun'nuk'kles cursed. What would happen if the Chaos Emerald BROKE? There would surely be hell to pay… but it simply hit with a clink, and bounced several times before rolling to a halt. Kun'nuk'kles jumped down to it after picking up the sack and his staff. He prodded it with the end of his staff. It moved a bit, but nothing else. He then picked it up and examined it. It wasn't scratched: not even scuffed. Odd, that. But even odder was the fact that the FLOOR had been dented by the impact of the Emerald. It was made of solid granite, as far as he could tell.

An ordinary gemstone would have shattered. But this wasn't an ordinary gemstone; this was Chaos, forced into a fixed shape. More unforeseen properties… how many more properties could a single gem have? Hundreds, actually… he put it back in the sack. No use worrying about that right then. But something else was there, something neither the watchers nor Kun'nuk'kles noticed. Another prophecy, writ tiny where the Emerald had struck. It seemed to be an afterthought to the rest of the writing on the walls, in fact. "Beware," it read. "Beware the last Chaos. Beware the 8th Chaos, created last, and our undoing. Beware of the last Chaos, hidden from the others. Beware the last color, the absence of light. Beware Chaos Black."