Back in the Underworld, Shadowdancer was in Gothos Tower. He decided to hide out there since it was the only Underworlder territory that wasn't Chaor's territory. He sat at his table as he gorged over the latest meat. His tongue scraped away the bits stuck in his teeth. Suddenly, his black crystal glowed.

"Shadowdancer!"

Shadowdancer fell back from his chair with a shriek. He clambered back up. His breathing was heavy. He shivered. In the crystal was none other than his queen. Her fury burned through her image. Oh no…What now? "Y-yes your highness…."

"Where are you?" Queen Tikali growled. "We need to talk, NOW!"

Shadowdancer gulped. "Is it about that M'arrillian slave?"

"Yes!" The crystal nearly shattered at the response. "She's getting stronger! She has all three songs! Even when I took her on, I was barely able to get a scratch on her! What's worse is that I can't get a hold on Moonbane! It's her! I know it is! The Queen of Song has finally come. If she learns the song of Earth, she'll destroy me for sure!"

"W-what do you wish to do?"

"Send one of your creations! If not, deal with it yourself!" Her eyes narrowed. "You know the consequences."

Shadowdancer bowed. "Yes…My queen. I'll have one of my latest experiments locate her."

"Experiments?" Queen Tikali tilted her head. "What are you up to?"

"After what had happened with Aokua," Shadowdancer explained. "I decided to do a few more works with my tools. Two Underworlders were opposed to Chaor's rule, so it was pretty easy to fool a giant false dragon." He grinned. "Actually, one of them is a Blaze Elf."

Queen Tikali raised a brow. "Interesting…Proceed. Use this Blaze Elf then. A Blaze Elf's fire is one of the strongest in the world. Just make sure we don't have…Unwanted guests at the party."

Further down the dungeon, Skithia was the closest to the door. Her body was in great pain. How long has she endured that treacherous lizard's experiments? Five? Six weeks? All she could remember before being chained up was Shadowdancer asking for their assistance once again after they hid themselves from Chaor once again. Then, the wretched parasites crawled on to her body. Her ears were sharp. Listening to anything that would ease her.

However, that failed when she heard the conversation between Shadowdancer and the queen. Her breath hitched. She could almost hear it. The laughing. The sneers. Faces of those that taunted her because of her fire.

Weird Flame!

Freak!

Skithia endured it all. Like any Underworlder did. She clawed her way through the power of the Underworld. Became Von Bloot's second in command before the M'arrillian invasion. Now she's nothing more than a little doll. Tears streamed from her face. Her beak-like mouth opened, letting out an earth-shattering scream.