The cloud was serene as its use to be with no clouds nor stellar objects to beautify the already void heavens but the breeze was chilling as it ran down Pat spine giving him a shivering nerve as he stood before the green pasture. 

The Tribune has offered him a new outfit similar to that of the Hebrew Jews; white long rode, red waist belt and red bracelets, his hair was neatly combed leaving it relaxed glaring at the bright heavens.

 The High-warlock acknowledged him on his staying in the domain would take months and even years if care isn't taken but thanks to the void time in the dimension, his absent in the world won't be noticed by anyone.

His vicinity was vast, the length of a football pitch with green legumes and weeds bit no trees could be seen in sight. Virote stood beside Pat staring at the horizon, her gaze was so calm even Pat couldn't take his eyes off her. In her hands was a gigantic book bigger than an average book with some symbols drawn on its thick covers, its has an appearance of an aged book with most part of it crumpled.

 "You can stop staring now!" She noticed and said avidly.

 Pat coughed and cleared his throat embarrassed.

 Virote brought out the book and handed it over to Pat who collected after little arguments with himself.

 "Damn! This is fucking heavy." 

He grunted. Indeed it was, the book holds one of the largest spells in the entire universe ranging from eldritch beings to divine entities.

 "The book of infinite spells!" Virote called as a reference to the book's title "owned by Druidmasters all over timelines, we believed it belongs to a higher entity not of our reality but from a foreign existence entirely." She explained.

 "Higher entity?" Pat exclaimed thoughtfully.

 "Using this book, you typically are drawing prowess from this entity." Virote noted.

 "You're talking about Baphomet, aren't you?" Pat guessed.

 Virote nodded "As the Druidmaster, it's your duty to eradicate any plots rendered against the universe and this includes...Baphomet!" She added.

 Pat clicked his tongue lyrically "insane but I like it." He smiled but Virote ignored him and he frowned. It was almost like she doesn't even like him, or was he acting weird? He had to make things right between them. He had to come up with another story in order not to die down the fun already dwelling between them.

 "So, what's with the key the tribune spoke of earlier?" Pat finally asked.

 Virote sat on the grass "It's a long story, how did you expect me to explain such history in few seconds?"

 Pat sat beside her trying to grow a bond with her "a summary would do the trick!" He smiled.

 Virote sighed " The gateway key is not a weapon but an ancient artefact with the power to open doorways to any reality in existence and as the High-warlock said, an Eerie was trying to find it and release their gothic Lord, Cryptor!"

 "But they said the Eeries were extinct and how's that even possible to wipe out and entire race, its like erasing an entire population of humans?" Pat said laughing slightly at the end of his speech.

 "The Eeries wiped themselves out, they tried to harness another force from the gothic diemnsion known as the Gothic force! This force itself is a sentient energy based force which has absolute power over terrifying and deadly forces in existence. It is a lot terrifying and deadly, unstable to mortals that even a glance into it could either cause instant death or permanent insanity."

 "That's deep but did they succeed?"

 "They did but in return wiped them all out of existence."

 "That's intense! Where's this energy now and how's it connected to this Gothic demon?"

 "The gothic force is from the gothic dimension as the name implies and this dimension belongs to Cryptor, the gothic demon." Virote responded "long ago, even I can't assume, the gothic demon waged a terrifying war against the Legerdemain Tribune for sovereignty due to the dimension's potential unlimited magical energies but the Tribune retaliated coagulating with external forces and they were able to defeat Cryptor and had him trapped in a shrouded dimension but the only way to his freedom is..."

 "...the gateway key." Pat thought aloud "this is mystical." He sighed with enthusiast, it was like his head was having difficulty processing what she had explained. It was unlike for him, it was obvious he has no idea everything was real.

 Virote rose on her feet urging Pat back on his feet wearily. 

Pat stared into her blue eyes for a couple of minutes with mouth gapped ready to utter some words but nothing came out, it was obvious Virote was expecting his speeches but nothing came except.

 "You're beautiful." With a weak breath taking smile which made Virote smile a little.

 She scoffed slightly to Pat's uncertainty "I believe we came here for a reason, so let get to it." She urged and Pat hummed in approval.

 He lifted the book off the ground and opened it ready to master some vocal breaking spells.

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 Unknown Location 

 He went on one knee before the door that leads nowhere, his hood shrouded his face from the break of sighting as his head was tilted downward not in respect but in failure. 

He felt a shiver as the land became overwhelmed by a remorse gust of wind followed by a total silence that kept the domain void of sound.

 He raised his head at the door as he felt a shaded presence "master, i failed." He outbursted.

 "I know it won't be a easy task and helpful one indeed but the key needs to be retrieved or there'll be no reward. 

My time here is over and I must reign once again as the leige I was." A hoarse voice thundered throughout the domain.

 "I'll find it but I just need time or even, more power!" The figure proclaimed.

 "I've given you the artillery you needed to take down the High-warlock, what more did you seek?"

 "The gothic force!" He said intensively.

 There was a sudden silence in the domain that sank everything into the dept of quietness almost like the voice was deep in thought.

 "The gothic force cannot be controlled by you, you've a feeble mind and it would shatter you mentally and spiritually."

 "...But it is the only way to easily defeat the Druid master and the High-warlock."

 "The what?" The voice asked in disbelief.

 "The Druidmaster."

 "It's not possible and will never happen, none has ever taken the title in eons, why now?" The voice asked aloud aggressively.

"They said it's the will of the ethereal gods and you know it's their doing, no one can change what has been done. We can only destroy him before he knows how his powers works." The figure suggested.

"Fine!" The voice agreed "perform the gothic rite, summon the force and eradicate the Druidmaster! And don't fail me this time." The voice growled.

 "Consider it done my leige." The figure rose.

 "Free me and your reward will be paid with gratitude my dearest follower! Soon, the High-warlock will cry for mercy and the universe will wither in pain of my glory." The voice said "a new reality would be born from the ashes of chaos to my taste of desire."

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 Milladeck, Eerie Realm

An exact domain of doom and death! The air smells of death as the breeze was shape and dusty as it roamed the sky and land wheezing in agony, hunger and despair on the deserted land. There was accurately no life on the land to the lowest creature, even trees were drained to their core. What littered the land were dried up bones of both animals and humanoids. The land was dark and coal-like of burnt wood and ashes, the taste in the air could wreck a feeble mind as the wind alone could shatter the body alone.

A green smoke emerged from the dept of the land into a large eruption of dust and as soon as it dispersed, a figure was shown but his hooded rode objected his appearance from been seen. Green auras roamed his body like he was an energy conduit himself but he wasn't, the auras only serves as a protection against the land's waste. Many believed the land to be contaminated by the gothic force but many never knew the land itself was the gothic force. Nothing walks in and walks out alive so his protective auras were meant to obstruct the gothic force's corruption on him just for a while.

He went on one knee then placed his right palm on the sandy land feeling the coursing of the force deep within the core of the realm, an extraction of the force won't only destroy the land but the Eerie realm itself as it also served as its life support. He closed his eyes still feeling the pleasing power streaming within the realm, it felt breathtaking but also deadly.

 He opened his eyes ready to extract the source of the Eerie existence itself. He clenched his palms on the land tightening his grip onto the sandy land, he was accurate pinching the land with all his might but indirectly pinching the force itself. A large wail erupted from the dept of the land sending a tremor over the realm itself. The ground cracked open like an egg, green worm-like energies sipped out like a gigantic serpent coiling aggressively in rage.

 He smiled "not this time." He grinned even though his face could not be seen.

 He clench up this fists and raise them upward dominating the force itself under the will of his lordship. At first, the force acted reluctantly wiggling aggressively tearing the fabric of reality in the domain like paper. Reality whimpered in agony as doorways were rippled to other realms in the milladeck reality. He knew this would attract the attention of the high progenitor but he's not stopping.

 Finally, the force relaxed into total silence then BOOM! An eruption so vast it predominated all over the land and extensively suffocating other realms. The land cracked to its core and the sky tore like fabric. The force itself gagged at the figure suffocating him from every parts of his body.

 He yelled in pain floating under the order of the force then all of a sudden, there was peace.

 CRACKLE! BOOM!

 The land became over reigned by lightning bolts and sparks from nowhere, the scenario was stunning as a large amount of lightning showered on the land revealing Lord Thanis in his mightiest divine glory.

 "Enough Eerie!" He ordered but it was too late.

 The figure turned at him but now he could see his eyes only glowing green energies, the gothic force has found its host. Lord Thanis couldn't believe this, the gothic force has been buried since under his nostrils and yet he couldn't sense it.

 The figure floated "return to your throne progenitor!" He warned in a authoritative tone that even Lord Thanis almost concur to.

 "This is my reality and no one, I repeat! No one can dictate what is and what isn't to me!" Lord Thanis angrily said causing the sky to ripple with lightning energies.

 "So be it!" He mumbled fuming with green terrifying auras then floated forward.

 "Arrrgh!" Lord Thanis roared then the sky roared with him.

 The sky raged in fury staining the land in total divinity of his presence, he floated before dashing towards the latter at great speed the figure never saw him moved but as the latter halted closer, an unexplainable effect occurred that got Lord Thanis stunned. He believed he moved but he never did, the figure moved instead as he had tilted time to his own benefit.

 He stretched out his right arm, widened his palm causing a constructive effect that held Lord Thanis in a green energy constructed hand.

 "I've no time for your puny assaults." He uttered with a devastating tone that sank deep with sound itself then instantly threw Lord Thanis away like a rag doll but the effect of the thrown force was different. It pierced Lord Thanis out of the Eerie reality like he was never present in the realm.

 The ground let out a loud groan that rumbled to the core of the realm then THOOOM! The realm blacked out into nothingness it existed from as a reference to void dominating a part of the milladeck reality.