Chapter Text
Mordegon had been defeated. The stage was set, and now Calasmos’ plan could finally be set in motion. It stared upwards towards the sky, where the clouds parted as the red vestige of Erdwin’s lantern slowly descended from the sky. A sandstorm whipped up around it as it began chanting:
“I N A N O T H E R T I M E A N D P L A C E M O R D E G O N D E S T R O Y E D M E”
“B U T M O R D E G O N I S N O M O R E”
“N O W N O O N E S T A N D S I N M Y W A –”
The Darkling was promptly knocked off its feet as a particularly unobservant Tockle collided with it, knocking both to the ground. The sandstorm around the ruins the Darkling was in subsided almost immediately.
The flustered Tockle made a quick apology before leaving, continuing its journey onward to the Tower of Lost Time.
The Tockle was appropriately punished, later, for the obvious reasons. Tockles were meant to be the recordkeepers of time, afterall, and were not to interfere in the affairs of the world of Erdrea above unless in absolutely dire circumstances. And the Tockle in question had just inferred in something very important indeed, though no one could have ever anticipated just how big the ripple effects would be.
The Darkling quickly recovered and pulled itself up from the ground. A minor inconvenience. It raised its eyes to the sky, to begin its chant again. Then it paused.
“I T C A N T B E”
But sure enough, it was.
Erdwin’s lantern had disappeared from the sky.