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ceiling.
     
    "Why?" I asked him in a rather mousy voice. A simple enough question. He might respond to reason, after all tha t’ s what he just said he tried to do. Though I don't recall that ever happening. "Why are you doing this?" Whatever it is that he's doing anyway. I needed to know for my own sake, but more importantly for Corinth's. This so called routine job, isn't going so routinely. But still the old dog hasn't given an answer to my question. So I yelled out with much more force this time, from behind the cover of this table. "What do you want, you said you used reason ... so le t’ s talk!" I screamed with as much control as I could exert over my voice, but I choked on the last words. The gas from the growing fire and the dust from his attack on the floor started creeping into my lungs.
     
    "Why am I doing this you say, boy?" he cried out, with traces of cynicism through and through. "I'm doing this because no one else has the guts to master the El Muerte Vivo curse. Not a soul. Better yet, to challenge the glory of a Secretist!"
     
    I have no idea what the El Muero Viv is, or that other thing. But I know this guy is creeping me out more and more with every word. As he hovered in the air with his llave spinning in front of him, he started to gravitate toward the altar. I'd say he was only six or seven feet out from it, but it seems he wants to get a closer look at his specimen. The object in question still lay there on top of the altar, just as oddly as I noticed it when it began to rise. Then the tensed atmosphere shifted even further into madness.
     
    The old man flung his hand through the dust in the air, and the white sheet that covered the altar responded to his will immediately. It flew off of his subject, revealing a shocking sigh t— that I should have seen coming. My boy, Corinth, is his victim. It should've clicked earlier, but I can't think straight with so many variables involved. Still, I can't begin to imagine what he could have to do with all of this. How the heck did they get him here? I'm not even sure what's going on, but I've got to get him down and out of this building. The situation kicked into overdrive, and I tried to as well. But I do n’ t have a clue how to sensibly do that.
     
    Looking at him up there, I can see his face and I know it well. Yet I feel I hardly recognize him as that little boy that craved chocolate all the time. Smoldering Golds, his favorite brand. Our favorite brand. Now that same boy, whom I haven't seen for nearly two years, is lying defenseless on that spiraling altar. Up against the grandfather from hell. I won't let him slip through my fingers again.
     
    From the back, near the door, someone yelled out, "Criston, get down now!" The doorway was too clouded up with smoke, I couldn't make out the voice or see the person. The aura blasts sent debris from the floor and the walls flying everywhere I looked. The room was big, but so was that hole in the ground and the growing fire. The dust was spreading out from the middle of the room, where the altar towered over me, and then farther toward the back wall where the voice came from. Whoever is near the creepy frontier door is going to be taking backseat to Corinth.
     
    "How dare you intrude on this sacred ritual? We must perform th e — TRANSFER!" the old man shouted down to me and whoever else was stocking the grounds in this dead man's labyrinth. "This child has been chosen by the Bone Creator to unleash the Chain of Divinity, without any objections. He must deliver the Nexus to the Worlds, to bring forth the New Age Order, rue drawn from the iron fisted Bone. All who stand in our way will be obliterated," he droned on like a sidewalk maniac, then shouted out.
     
    "YAY-Y-Y!!!!!"
     
    He let out a terrifying screech that sent shockwaves through the air. I guess peanut-butter tongue could annunciate when he wanted to. The sharp, deafening noise left me disoriented, but I used all my will to concentrate. I let