Haraldur dropped into the bubble of blue at the bottom of the shaft, which closed around him. It would cut him off for a few minutes, enough time for him to do what was needed to be done...
His companions would, unfortunately have a bad landing, but they should just bounce off with few ill effects.
In the centre of the bubble, the last weapon hung in the air.
He took it. He had waited for this day, so long...
He held the six weapons, three in each hand, each of the weapons as sharp and unbreakable as to be indestructable, and drove them point first into the floor. They shattered.
The pieces shattered, and those pieces shattered.
Those tiny miniscule pieces all rushed into Haraldur. He shouted out loud: "Goodbye."
Then he screamed. The scream rose through the tunnel, echoing through it, and causing rocks from the top to fall. It woke Ellenna, who hid under a bed.
The pain was unbelievable. He was ripping apart from the inside. Then... nothing. There was noone there.
There was a rumble from the ground, similar in sound to the earlier scream. The rock shook.
An image of the great prophet appeared, the sight of runes quite visible: he had been rushed. He was sweating.
"Oh, shit. We are in trouble now..."
Far above, Ellenna wimpered in pain.
