'That one is now aware of his imprisonment,' Murlon said with certainty.
There is but a single duty for me, then.' Gord responded.
'I would it were merely a matter of sending you forth to the lists to meet the black-armored foe,' Shadowking rejoined. 'We had hoped to have six heroes for what lies ahead. Only you Gord, and the brave bard here, are left. The darkest one must be loosed, and it must be quickly. As things stand, Tharizdun will eventually be freed in any event, and in the interim all of the multiverse will be scourged by the warfare surrounding the tripartite relic.'
'In short, you two must venture into the nether planes,' Rexfelis told them. 'It is in the realms of demonkind that the three parts of that artifact now rest. You must journey into the Abyss itself, seize the three keys, and yourself loose the greatest evil!'
That was absolutely unbelievable at first thought.
Then Gord considered. If none could resist the might of evil, and it was evident none could, then Infestix and his henchmen would soon enough release their master in any event. The struggle that was becoming more intense and spreading disaster and death everywhere would never end until the crux of it all was decided. Was Tharizdun destined to come forth and dominate all into an eternity of darkness? Or would the multiverse deny him and retain its equilibrium?
The ally who has brought so much to the nether-pit's plans for evil is in no great hurry to culminate Infestix's desire,' Gord finally offered.
That seems true. I have observed no evidence to indicate otherwise.' That, from Rexfelis, was seconded by the rest.
There is no benefit to all, to Balance and the multiverse, in destroying the ally of Infestix. To eliminate the archdaemon is simply to clear the place so another might ascend the throne,' Gellor reflected. 'Only the elimination of Tharizdun has meaning.'
'Greater ones than we are could not accomplish that,' Shadowking noted.
Gord sat unmoving, saying nothing. His mind raced, and a certain speculation grew in his brain. The others looked at him, and finally he nodded, saying, 'Even the wise ones of the malign spheres realize the truth of what has just passed here. It is as if those of the Abyss contemplated this very time long before we realized it was here. Now it Is upon us. I am ready.'
'Both of you will have much to learn yet, receive instructions that you will need to move freely in the underworlds. Augury indicates that you must leave in nine days,' Shadowking told the two. 'And that is all any of us can do.'
'Not quite.' Gord contradicted. 'I have a growing suspicion and a dawning understanding, too. Have you still that ancient blade of crystal I left here for you long ago?'
The sovereign of the shadow plane nodded darkly. 'I keep it in my own chamber, there displayed as a royal gift.'
'Will you give it to me?' Gord asked. 'Of course.'
He knew that the monarch would respond thus, but Gord breathed a sigh of relief anyway. 'Please have it fetched here, now. I would have all now present observe what I will attempt.'
Despite urgings, the champion would say no more until the long, crystal weapon, the sword with which he had slain the lich-gloam Imprimus, was laid on the many-pointed table and the servant bringing it was gone. Then Gord acted.
'This blade was seemingly made by accident.' he told the audience, holding up his black sword. 'Its lightlessness was made by a foul magic from an even more foul dwarf. Then the demon lord Vuron placed some dark powers into it. The blade is potent. It grew more so by the absorption of other evil dweomers, and all without my willing it. From deep beneath the dusty wastes of the destroyed empire of the Suloise, through demons' spells and devilshine, and to here.' Gord paused, drew a deep breath, and then went on.
'The sword of diamond brilliance that lies here before you and me is interesting….'
'It is a duplicate of your own blade. Gord!' The exclamation came from Gellor as he gazed closely at the crystal brand.
'I think it is a weapon of Weal, a sword filled with all that is of good and light. Let me place my own sword beside it.' He did so. The result was to view a mirror image, one yang, the other yin.
'I am the champion to face Tharizdun,' Gord said with measured words. 'I am of Balance. I seek neither the light of the upper planes nor the lightless night of the netherspheres. I require day and dark, happiness and sorrow, the measure which lies between.' And as he spoke thus he picked up first the crystalline blade, then the ebon, and brought them together.
The audience gasped as one. 'They have merged!' purred the Catlord.
'Aye,' said Gord with ringing agreement. 'It seems that Balance has been given its weapon to tight the oppressors!'
