Light suddenly illuminated the platform. Overhead a huge shadow loomed, crossing just above them. The three of them turned to look upward. A jet black, flying creature was hovering over them, a fearsome looking thing with blood red eyes and wicked looking claws. Black vitriol dripped down on them from the open mouth. " As I told you, I am not so easily defeated," the thing told them. Xemolys had risen again, this time he appeared as a huge, very angry, black pteranodon. He spoke again. "My name is Xemolys. I am the guardian of Vortex, the keysword of fire. Your quest will end here." Drac unsheathed his swords once again. He stood with Cyclone in his right hand and Tempest in his left. "This is getting to be a bit repititious," he said. " And I might add, damned discouraging." You---and the universe---will never be the same.