Well, after I had a rage about the Americanizers of the Yu-gi-oh TCG for changing the "Verz" to the "Evilswarms," I decided to just let it go and start putting up the next chapter. So, here you go.

Apocalypse: Daltorus does not own any Yu-gi-oh Seasons, the Yu-gi-oh trading card game, the characters, or monsters used in this fanfic. He does hold the right to the personalities of the OC's.

Chapter 3

The Worms

-The Corners-

In the first few seconds, no one could remember anything except for the force of the object. The sheer pressure forced against the tribes was almost overwhelming. The winds swirled and tore through the crowds, throwing several residents in various directions. The ground erupted with fissures, some large enough that monsters of various kinds fell into them with only a second's thought. Dust clouds swirled around, beating against the mightiest of the creatures.

It took a few hours for the worst to pass. The dust was cleared with the teamwork of the Mist Vallies, and soon the tribes could see what had collided.

It was a strange sight. The object had never been seen by any of the tribes till now, so no one could identify it. In the deep crater, which was about a mile in diameter, there was a strange, gray, skull-shaped rock. This rock had orange crystal like appendages protruding from the top. Surrounding this skull was a weird substance: a gray liquid that swirled around, as if it was living.

No one dared to move, even Uruquizas, whose fire was blazing with anger. Not at the meteor. That was only an inconvenience to him. He was staring at Gottoms. He dares to show up not for battle, but for this? Uruquizas thought.

The other three tribes were more focused on the rock. This object has passed through the Wall and crashed into the Corners. What power could do that?

Gottoms finally decided to take action. "Urbellum, send out Pashuul to that crater. See what he can make of it."

Urbellum hesitated. "Sir, are you sure?"

Gottoms did not move. "Pashuul can endure anything, Urbellum, you know that. Plus he is our best researcher. Understand?" He raised his voice to signify his position.

"Y-yes, Sir"

The Generals and the Ice Barriers stood the furthest away from the crater. Raiho decided that they must uphold their duty, and rather protect their land then investigate or meddle.

Thunder Lord seemed to be the only one who had changed in his personality. Usually he was a jolly fellow, always getting a chuckle out of the smallest things. He cared not about peril, living in the shroud of the Mist Valley for protection.

This was not that Thunder Lord.

This Thunder Lord was cold and stiff. An angry scowl was upon his face. His marks seemed to glow from the change. He was ready to strike, if need be.

The rock was the source of this.

This rock has broken the peace of his land and sent the residents into a frenzy. He calmed them down for the most part, but they were very scared about the situation. What could possibly pass the Wall? They thought. This is what caused Thunder Lord to change to his protective nature. He will restore peace by any means necessary.

Both the Generals and Thunder Lord caught a glimpse of a small, blue figure starting towards the meteor from the X-Sabers territory. Pashuul dashed towards the crater, not fearing like others would have. His fear was of disobeying Gottoms rather than anything from the crater.

When he reached the edge of the crater, Pashuul looked at the slope of the wall. It was not as treacherous as the Flamvell Crater, but it was still steep enough to take extra caution. Pashuul carefully slid down the top of the wall, soon reaching the evened out ground. He walked towards the rock, his hand closing on the sword on his back. He soon reached the moat of liquid. He kneeled down and placed a finger into the liquid. It had an almost semi-solid feel to it, more of slime then a real liquid. The slime appeared to be safe, as Pashuul soon dipped his entire hand into the substance. His hand was covered, but nothing happened. He wiped the slime on the ground behind him and proceeded towards the rock.

The tribes watching stood in silence. They dared not to intervene, and studied the movements of Pashuul. They were relieved that the slime had no noticeable negative effects. Now the real part of the study will begin.

Pashuul looked at the rock in amazement. The sheer size of the rock was overwhelming, and the fact it was in the shape of a skull didn't help.

The holes in the rock were pitch black, not even Pashuul's advanced eye could pierce it. The tribes around him looked intently as he placed his foot on the rock, hoisting himself up to the nose-like cave. He took a few steps in and disappeared into the darkness. The three watching tribes were sweating, not being able to watch Pashuul any further. They waited for a minute.

Then the scream came over the land. Followed by what seemed like a chorus of ear-piercing screeches and shrieks.

All the tribes we're soon mobilizing. Everyone was preparing to charge and attack, when suddenly the earth started to rumble. Many shrieks filled the air, and the tremors knocked some monsters off their feet.

Soon the tremors quieted down, but then something strange transpired. Various holes started appearing out of nowhere, and short screams were spread throughout the land. Uruquizas looked down just in time to notice a small, red creature appear below him, trying to wrap his appendices around his legs. Uruquizas picked up the creature, didn't give it a moment's thought, and threw it away, blasting it with a ball of fire in midair. He laughed at the pleasure.

The other leaders were not so savvy with their kills. They pulled out the stringy abominations, studying them. These weird reptilian beings were long with long red appendages. Their long face was two little eyes and a round mouth full of teeth. After looking at the squirming string, the leaders destroyed the specimen. A few spoke, but it did not matter, for they were killed after a few words were uttered. But every one that spoke seemed to say at least 1 word in common:

"Apocalypse!"

Soon the tribes had found out the method of attack. The red invaders were pulled out of the ground one by one, all of them being killed in every way the tribes could manage. Soon the battlefield was quiet, and the tribes let out various shouts of victory.

But it was too soon.

Tremors soon erupted across the field, and new holes, some significantly larger than the previous ones, burst from the ground, bringing forth a plethora of different reptilian-like aliens. The masses of monsters included ones that were four armed, ones which crawled on the ground and had various tails, ones that resembled moths, and soon behemoths that towered over them arose, along with the previous red grapplers. The mass of creatures charged, and the tribes prepared again.

The fight was much more difficult than merely pulling out the reds. Each creature had its own technique, even though every one of them seemed to dig underground at some point. These invaders slaughtered all they saw, letting out shrieks of joy, some shouts similar to the red invaders.

"Erokin!"

"Barses!"

"Cartaros!"

"Dimikles!"

The tribes fled in different directions, each defending themselves as they were chased by these organisms. Finally, the alien creatures dropped the chase, though the tribes did not celebrate. Hey had lost a heavy portion of their respective societies to these beasts. Gottoms, Thunder Lord, Uruquizas, and the Generals all had the same thought in their minds: they have been crushed by a reptilian race, one that could sneak underground and cripple their own defenses. They could only come up with one name for these aliens:

The Worms.

Well, the main protagonists have arrived. Hope I can muster up the energy to keep writing Chapter 4.

Erokin: Review and we won't invade your planet (no promises).