Yoozepode's life then seemed to fade from existance. It disappeared into an abyss we call Oblivion, never to have life again... The last thing he heard was a roar and then he toppled over the swords which lay struck in the ground before him.
"No, this can't be!" roared Valux.
"We should try to move his body..." said Metalbolt, lifting up what used to be Yoozepode and heading for the hills from whence they came.
Eritha flung the lifeless bodies of the two warriors mercilessly against the walls of rock that stood before her.
Then, a strange light appeared from over the hillside in which Metalbolt was heading for. He immediately set down the corpse and ran over to be held back by a powerful, mysterious voice.
"IT IS...NOT YOUR...TIME!!!"
A lightning bolt struck the ground before Metalbolt, and he saw a golden flicker of life. Before he could run up to the huge life form, it flew away and disappeared behind him.
"I...I think that was Yoozepode!" Yelled Metalbolt with excitement, knowing his friend was alive, somewhere...
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