Fugl Føniks sent back another blast of fire, engulfing twenty of the thousands of Skygger. Drøm Mester, by his side, his eyes closed, reached for his magic desperately, trying to break through the Skygger's mental block. Sølv Brann slayed fifty Skygger where they stood, his blade of Soul Metal aflame as it flew through the air, singing its song of death.

"Drøm, get us the buck out of here!"

"I'm trying! He's...he's too strong!"

The Realm of Dreams grew steadily darker, and finally consumed Drøm Mester, pulling him into the Void as he released the last of his magic, sending Sølv Brann and Fugl Føniks back to the Realm of Reality.

Fugl Føniks boarded the train as it stopped, entering the locomotive. He nodded at the pony conducting the train, and lie down on the mattress. Instantly, he descended into sleep, and Drøm Mester pulled at his mind, and into the Realm of Dreams.

Drøm Mester nodded at their new alicorn counterpart, Sølv Brann clopping the white pony on the back. Fugl Føniks took a step forward in the Realm, and observed his surroundings: they were in a large Temple, the arches' pristine Dram Stone glistening with hidden Thoughts.

"We all know why we're really here. Keep your minds ready."

Fugl Føniks nodded, his sword like mane making a whisper that echoed in the truly endless Halls of Thought and Memory, words inscribed upon the floor shimmering as the sound reached them, their meaning forever open to the eyes of the Elders.

"Here, in the Temple of Mind, lies all the Thought and Memory of the Universe."

Fugl Føniks shivered in the darkness, as Lys i Mørket no longer filled these halls with light.

"The Skygger are thick here. We must find them, kill them, and finish our job. If Lys i Mørket comes, run. He's...well, he's no longer Lys i Mørket. He's just...Mørket."

Fugl Føniks nodded once more, knowing full well that the 100-year search had failed. He pushed it ut of his mind, and let Mørk Blusse take him.

"Let's go."

They embarked, the forbidding Halls of Memory welcoming them eagerly.