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does that mean?” snapped both Artorius and Casey.
    “I only got part of my memories back—remember Batman and Two-Face? The principle behind the Magi Blade is fundamental to the use of magic as a whole and is probably one of the first things a power user learns, which is probably why I don’t remember it. If I screw it up, everyone in this room will probably die.”
    Artorius and Casey looked at each other with consternation, but only Casey spoke. “Yeah…death would be a bad thing; I haven’t even seen Paris.”
    Artorius punched him on the arm. “Dude, you were in Paris last summer! What are you talking—”
    “It was a joke, Arthur!”
    “Well, it was another sucky one, Case!”
    “Shut up guys. So not the time for a travelogue.”
    Monson prepared to cast the Daggers of Light combat spell, thinking that if he put enough power into it, that just maybe it could stave off the attack of a Magi Blade.
    But before the words could leave his lips, a powerful vibration rippled across the room. Reminiscent of the Tiny Tremors combat spell, these quivers were by no means natural yet were very powerful. All the inhabitants of the Coliseum—the commandos, H.U.M.A.N.E., Legionnaires, people in Baroty’s prisons, everyone—hit the floor in the presence of what they feared was the Earth’s pending upheaval. The seconds passed in panic as the Coliseum felt the wrath of Mother Nature—or Mother Magical, Monson was not sure which. The shaking stopped after what felt like a lifetime, only to be followed by another huge crash that once again split the air.
    The dragon sat among the scattered bodies of the fallen fighters. The majestic beast was torn, bleeding and howling in pain. It was not, however, without fight. It sat injured only briefly before it reared up on its back legs and bellowed again, causing the floor to shudder with reverberation. The roar was one of challenge.
    The animal’s plight forced all to look up through the crack in the dome of the Coliseum and behold…swarming, billowing, intruding blackness.
    Monson gasped. “No…no way….”
    He looked at Casey and Artorius as a mix of apprehension, concern and terror creased his face.
    Casey pointed skyward. “The Midday Darkness! We awakened the Midday Darkness!”

    Chapter 58 – The Midday Darkness
     
    “Damn,” Artorius plopped down, crossed his legs, and put his head in his hands. “I seriously can’t handle this.”
    The Midday Darkness, the legendary Midday Darkness, swirled above their heads, circling the Coliseum like massive birds of prey. The scattered mass of chunky blackness blocked the noonday sun, spackling the once bright blue sky with ever thickening black, all while emitting ungodly sounds. The noise grated on the eardrums of everyone in the room, causing them to grab at their heads and drop to their knees. This show of weakness seemed to do nothing to sate the Midday Darkness, as it only thickened and the sounds grew louder. One voice rose above the heightening confusion. 
    “Dead,” said the voice. “We are all dead. The Midday Darkness kills everything….”
    Despair was in the voices that rose up in response, and which multiplied by the second. The Midday Darkness was going to kill everything and everyone there.
    Others attempted to speak words of comfort but were unable to, drowned out as a new round of noise assaulted them. This time, however, an odd pressure accompanied the sound; a pressure—a strange spiritual force that pulled at the very core of their being. Monson had felt this months ago the night he went to meet Baroty. It was not a feeling he would soon forget.
    Still the pressure increased as the dark masses continued to fold over on themselves. Before long, the darkness had completely blacked out the sky, leaving an inky shadow in its wake. Once the darkness was thickly in place, still swirling, the noise and pressure vanished, and all was silent.
    The sudden drop in pressure and noise stunned the crowd; few