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hand as far
toward him as possible.
    And what happens when I pull this lever back to where it was? Glinting in his eyes was a spark
of jubilance; jubilance, however, was followed by disappointment.
Pulling the lever—rather than open a new opportunity—locked the
door to the room Yofel had just exited. As a result, he pulled the
lever back to where it was before. What happens if I pull that
other lever back to where it was? This thought in mind, Yofel
stepped back up into the room with the third lever and pulled the
lever back to where it was originally.
    The result in pulling this lever caused an
enormous aura of lights to suddenly flicker throughout the entire
room. The result in this display allowed him to see exactly where
he was. As a result, he put his sword back into his scabbard.
    Standing in front of Yofel was a maze made up
of an enormous series of bars, levers, and locked doors. Oh
no, he murmured with a sense of disappointment knocking on his
head.
    This isn’t going to be good , Yofel
noted. How long is this going to take? Where am I going to go
from here? These questions running through his mind, Yofel took
a look at the door to the left of him and noticed it was now
unlocked. I hate puzzles!
    For an undetermined amount of time did the
young Easi trot in, out, and about the puzzling area. Through trial
and error did he confront his faceless opponent—pulling levers,
pushing levers, growing more and more frustrated with every motion
he made.
    He wasn’t sure how long it had taken; he
wasn’t even sure if he were at the end. Someone please make this come to an end! All this changed when Yofel opened
the maze’s final barred door and made his way into a dimly-lit
room. Freedom brushed past his fingertips, making him feel
weightless as joy carried him onward.
    Upon opening the door, Yofel felt a rush of
ancient air brush past his face. This sensation blowing throughout
the room, a storm of questions blazed through his mind. How long
ago was this temple built, and why hasn’t anybody been able to come
inside until now? Did a lost ancient civilization create
this place long ago without passing on their history to the rest of
Eas? If that’s the case, was it really Tyko who made this
temple?
    Nevertheless, Yofel silently counted to
himself, Three—two—one. Just after silently counting, his
eyes took sight of a long wall of the ancient writings. These
hieroglyphics stuck out on a stand; on top of the stand was what
he’d hoped was the treasure he’d been looking for. Such a treasure
was a stout, royal-blue blade.
    Yofel’s eyes flashed with success as his
heart took a leap up to the bottom of his throat. Is it really
that easy? he suddenly hesitated, forgetting how well Tyko was
at making traps. What if something shows up and—as Baphonsey
said—crush every bone in my body?
    With an outstretched arm, Yofel prepared to
curl his three fingers and one thumb around the immortality blade.
His spine tingling, his fingers twitching, and his heart pounding,
Yofel felt every heartbeat as precious as the time he’d spent as a
child.
    However, before the skin of his fingers could
have taken a single touch of the blade, a loud blast vibrated in
his ears. Hearing the blast best in his right ear, he turned his
head in that direction—only to see a large cloud of dust masking
over what he believed to be a creature of some sort.
    Pulling out his still-glowing sword in front
of his face, Yofel waited for whatever it was which caused the
cloud of dust to make its appearance. Within a heartbeat, his eyes
caught the sight of a creature of monumental proportions.
    The creature was red in appearance, with two
large arms—each holding four fingers that had been tipped off with
sharp, yellow nails. This creature’s head was given two pointed
ears, a pair of rather small yet bright-red eyes, and a mouth of
many sharp teeth. Judging by this creature’s ears, this was a
male.
    Just below the creature’s waistline was a