After Wyldstyle had been dragged away from Chameleon's remains from The Apprentice, Anti-Builder slowly, almost tauntingly, approached what he thought was the remains of the once great Master Builder; he did look rather intimidating, not only because of the ominous air that surrounded him, but the fact that the Oblivion Trinity were standing over him.
As the monstrous beings stood over what remained of the mech suit-The Death and The Venom prodded the smouldering metal with their staff and pincers respectfully-, Anti-Builder came to a sudden stop when he noticed the metallic tint to the skeleton torso. He looked over it closely, before he raised his head to look at the other figures that currently resided in the Realm.
"Where is he?" he snarled, power dripping from his voice as he questioned the nearest figure, who happened to be Rose, about the location of their friend.
The Agent figure was too scared to say anything; she tried to take a step back, but she was stopped when she bumped her shoulder into someone as she backed up; glancing behind her, she almost reached for her gun when she saw The Apprentice standing behind her.
The Apprentice stood there silently, his expression behind his visor unreadable; Rose herself only staring back at her own reflection in the black glass, growing rather nervous with the silence and seemingly growing power behind that visor; much like the Anti-Builder, but...still growing.
"I...I do-don't know!" stammered Rose, glancing back and forth between Anti-Builder and The Apprentice; steadily growing more nervous with every moment of silence passed.
Anti-Builder simply stared at Rose under his hood, before he growled and turned to look at The Apprentice.
"She is of no further use to us; deal with her," he grunted, turning around and approaching the Oblivion Trinity once again.
Rose's eyes widened, and she tried to get away; only to get grabbed by The Apprentice before she got too far away.
Emmet looked over the weapon in his hand, lightly moving it back and forth to test the feel of the sword-like weapon and how it weighed.
As previously stated, the weapon Emmet had found under the podium that once held the Wheel of Oblivion was a sword; the blade of the sword, which was surprisingly, gold in colour, seemed to be as sharp and as strong as the day it was forged. The cross guard of the sword appeared to be the ninja throwing star, if slightly modified to fit down the blade of the sword.
The handle was a faded silver, similar in colour and tone to a Jedi Lightsaber; and on the end of the sword handle was the most intriguing thing.
A clear, ever-shining diamond was attached to the other end of the handle, which seemed to be giving off its own, subtly, source of light; since there wasn't any light hitting the diamond currently, and yet it was giving off a subtle glow against the darkness of the mountainside the weapon came from.
"The Sword of Oblivion," said Darsin as Emmet came out from the cavern where the Wheel was once held; despite the darkness around blending in perfectly with the dark armor the half robotic, half organic dragon wore, you could still tell that his expression was one of surprise.
Before Emmet had sent Chameleon off to the Dark Realm to by some time for the others, and prevent Anti-Builder from awakening the Trinity (*cough, cough*), he had one thing he had to do before the robot left with the exo suit.
They made a quick stop off to the Agency where the Master Builders, along with Darson were still being held, and...well, let's just say that they're going to be picking up pieces of the facility, as well as guards, for a while...not that Emmet had anything to do with that.
No, that was all Darsin when Emmet had released him.
"Yeah...it was just sitting there, underneath the podium," said Emmet, looking at the sword in his hand as well; though unlike Darsin's, which was a look of shock and surprise, Emmet's was one of curiosity.
"It has been lost for centuries; how did you manage to find it so easily?" asked Darsin, narrowing his eyes a little at Emmet as he turned his gaze from the weapon to the figure holding it.
Emmet shrugged a little, saying, "Well, it's not the most obvious place to put it; that would be stupid...So, it was somewhere that would be the second-most obvious place to hide it."
Darsin still didn't understand how Emmet knew where to find it, but he didn't have time to question the figure; they were probably already too late, and Anti-Builder might have already dealt with the Chameleon/Fake-Emmet distraction and released the Oblivion Trinity by now.
"We haven't the time to discuss this; we are probably already out of time," said Darsin, lowering one of his wings down from being curled up against his side to putting the end of it against the ground, giving Emmet a path to climb onto his back and ride on him.
Emmet quickly slotted the sword onto his back, making sure that it stayed in place whenever he moved before approaching Darsin; he quickly climbed up the wing, the wing curling up again when the figure was on, and seated himself down onto the back of Darsin's neck.
Once the Master Builder was settled, Darsin slowly spread his wings out, reaching his full wing span; and with a single flap of his mighty, powerful wings, Darsin was off the ground a considerable amount. Emmet held on tightly to the plates of armor on the Dragon's back and neck, not really wanting to fall off of the Dragon as he was flying.
Gaining enough height, Darsin turned his body towards another section facing away from the mountain face, and suddenly shot forward through the air; causing Emmet to almost lurch off of Darsin, but he managed to keep his grip; barely.
Breathing slowly, Emmet watched as Darsin fired a shot of dark blue plasma out of his mouth; it struck apparently nothing, but it opened up slowly; a portal to another world.
'Another one of Darsin's uses,' thought Emmet to himself just as he closed his eyes tightly, and they quickly passed through the fire portal.
The moment they passed through the portal, it closed behind them in a flash of dark white; even this lit up the sky for a few seconds, illuminating the realm for a few seconds before it faded to its natural darkness.