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Another Rift appeared. Dying in the Realm of Death...as the Elder of Death...

This may have unprecedented consequences...I can feel the other universe closing in...

Behind him, a horrible screech filled the darkness of the Realm of Death. The Gates of Death were slowly being bent, the presence of the Elder of Death behind its dark doors tearing the border between this world an another...

I need to find them. If we can win their collective allegiance, we can fight back the Skygger in the Realm of Darkness...

He walked on in the now-twisted world. A second Rift opened, and another screech sounded out.

This Realm is falling apart...what were we thinking...

Gammel Hjerte looked back at the Gates of Death. They were almost bent completely in half, and a large Rift was forming behind them.

Not much time...

He turned, and took another step forward on the barren landscape.

It collapsed beneath him, and he grabbed onto the sides of the hole. A giant Rift absorbed the pieces of reality. Another screech.

With a grunt, Gammel Hjerte pulled himself up.

And there, before him, holding out a hand...

Was Peter Roose, his twenty-nine years of life evident in how his soul shimmered.

"Thank you for the help, but no thank you. I need to talk to you.

"I need to know how you got here. I know that you shot out your memories of that...war. I know that your twenty-nine year old self is dead, obviously. But, I need those memories.

"I need to have those memories, and so does Celestia. We're going to war, and we need your technology, and to know how you got here. If we do, we can mend the Rifts, and find the memories in the Realm of Dreams."

The twenty-nine-year old Peter frowned. "I can't. I can't let that kind of destruction enter this world-"

"What!? We're going to war! You can't just-"

"Under Celestia."

Gammel Hjerte blinked. "W...What?"

The soul's eyes flashed red. Gammel looked over his shoulder, and saw Guile and Corruption.

"Wait...you don't have to do this!"

"All hail Discord."

The soul pushed him into the hole, and through the Rift. Gammel fell through, shouting a wordless cry as he was sent to another universe.

The twenty nine year old soul of Peter Roose stood, and smiled as Gammel Hjerte fully left that universe. With a horrible resonance, the Gates of Death exploded, shrapnel flying everywhere.

The soul walked forward, Guile, Corruption, and an army of Skygger in his wake. As they walked, the gap where the Gates of Death once were solidified, becoming a giant white door, leading right into the Realm of Dreams.

"Let's get to work..." The corrupt, now totally black, soul pointed forward, and the Skygger began assaulting the doors.

Discord smiled.

He was winning a war that hadn't even begun.