BOOM!

 An upheaval surfaced as an eldritch energy flung the door of the museum open rigidly the wave from the destruction shuffled glasses into smithereens. 

He stood in a fighting stance as two prestidigitators fell to the ground lifeless with glass spikes slaughtered them limb by limb, eight more prestidigitators bordered him with their wands not resting as mana energies burst out in rage.

 The figure conjured green eldritch energy in his palm to form a force field that instantly deflected the assaulting energies into gust of feeble winds, he then transmogrified the same force field into a ball size energy before forcing it out into a wave of omnidirectional wave of energy but the prestidigitators guarded themselves with reflective force fields that bounced back the attack at the sender but instead the figure only absorbed it like it was nothing but it only served as a diversion as he had already created eldritch darts above them all then with a clench of his fists, it rained down on them like waterworks stabbing everyone bloodbath. The magical armies fell down dead with the tiled floor flooded with blood and broke glasses.

 More prestidigitators rushed in with Merlyn, he was obviously angered as to the bloodshed before him. The death of his armies fumed him with rage he had limited time bursting out fury that acted in form of a telekinetic wave that struck the figure backward like a spear against the wall which cracked a little to the impact.

  "Who are you? Who sent you? You came to the wrong domain to intrude!" He gobbled angrily.

 The figure fell on both knees and stood up instantly but Merlyn couldn't still see his face, it was like a binding aura oozing beneath his hooded face.

  "High-warlock!" He said in a throaty tone that seemed irrevocable "we finally meet!" He added.

  "You made a great mistake coming into my world to invade." Merlyn shouted angrily "for no evil shall walk free in my domain for I'm order." Merlyn growled blasting a yellowish-gold energy at the figure from the left of his palm which struck the latter on his chest and slammed him more against the wall behind.

 It was obvious he could keep up with the attacking speed, he groaned on his feet not in pain but in anger "so Be it!" He mouthed forming an eldritch energy around his fists before blasting five energies from the same formed energy at the High-warlock. Merlyn propelled his arms forward and the attacks were mere butterflies. Merlyn could not risk more lives of his prestidigitators, so he had to maintain medium assaults at the opponent.

 He dashed at the figure charging serpent shaped yellow energies at him in the process but the figure moved out of the way by performing a frontflip into the air and in the event of landing shoot out a concussive force at Merlyn that caught the High-warlock off guard but that doesn't mean he wasn't able to caress the attack into a ball of invisible field before returning it back to the attacker which sent him back again against the wall which now broke into pieces leading to another room of the museum.

 Merlyn sensed proficiency from the figure, like a member of the highest caliber in magic but none is as proficient as he is. 

He summoned from beneath yellowish energies that entwined the figure like a gigantic snake ready for its meal. Now unable to move, Merlyn walked towards the figure and stopped few feets before him.

  "Start talking, who are you?" Merlyn asked.

 The figure smiled but he couldn't see it but it was obvious he was because followed by that came a snorting giggle which stunned Merlyn, he sensed a tainted energy been released by the figure that instantly nullified his magic prowess over the stranger. 

He couldn't process how but he knew the latter was using some kind of technique to eradicate his attacks. That was why the prestidigitators couldn't take him down easily.

  "My turn High-warlock." The figure snorted then like a repulsive wave it struck Merlyn psychologically sending him flying back like a thrown stone before stopping on his feet.

 Merlyn knew what struck him, it was a magic negating gem, he could see it glowing from the latter's hand as he stood right back on his feet. 

He sure came prepared but he's giving not a single chance against him, not at all. Merlyn swayed his arms sideways channelling virtually order energies from the dwelling order within the domain then warped it into his arms to form blades.

 The figure knew he has crossed his boundary but he musn't backing down now, he made a promise to his master that he won't stop until the key is found and even if it takes his life, he's ready. VOOM! As the blades speared at him, he stretched out the green gem causing time itself to dilate into total slow motion but that seemed not to affect Merlyn because he was solemnly existing outside of time as a being of his own existence so as the dimension itself but for that very moment, he adopted time into the Tribune because it was part of the gem's capabilities.

  "In here, I'm absolute, my will is your command!" Merlyn shouted but it was a loud roar that pierced the foundation of the dimension.

 The High-warlock redeemed his superiority over the latter so heavy the figure couldn't move a finger, it was like his whole existence has been placed under his voice. 

The figure couldn't at least move a muscle, he was as blank as nothing then he heard a voice, the voice was so loud it separated him from Merlyn's authority, it bestowed upon him freedom. 

It was none than Cryptor's voice that came to differentiate the latter from actuality and reality. Now in his normal senses which baffled Merlyn vividly because none has every defied his authority over them.

  "In the name of Cryptor, my will is exterior!" With that an omnidirectional wave of eldritch energy escaped the latter spreading everyone away like paper except Merlyn who had himself engulfed in an energy field, glasses were scattered into smithereens so as bricks and artefacts. As soon as the energy dispersed into nothing, the stranger wasn't nowhere to be found, he was long gone.

 Merlyn was surely amazed, he has never seen such proficiency in his life on par with him, he knew the latter wasn't alone because he felt Cryptor's affiliation during his attacks almost like he was directly battling Cryptor himself but in a weaker body. He wasn't sure what made the latter escape his authority but he knew one thing for certain, the stranger was a member of the tribune. 

Not just an ordinary memeber but one of the highest caliber.

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 Plane-Field

 Pat suspended the book of infinite spells in the air, he stood cracking his fists as he readied himself against Virote. The plane green grass as usual were egumes and less weedy, Virote took a fighting stance with her hands blazing with yellowish arcane energies.

  "Yah!" Pat raced at her, he aimed a right punch at her but she weaved it accurately by moving to the left like it was her first expectation. In retaliation, she bounced a punch at Pat's face inwhich he bent against spinning acrobatically to the right with his right arm launched out in magnitude that slumber Virote back a little at her chest.

  "Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm so so sorry!" He said sympathetically but Virote wasn't paying attention, she jumped few feets into the sky and spun flexibly landing a right kick at Pat but he guarded himself against with her left arm blocking his face not knowing another was aimed at his chest which surprised him because Virote defied gravity on herself for that very moment.

 He slides back a little then stood on his wit, he looked at her and a smiled escaped his lips. 

Virote ran at him and jumped into the air again with her left knee aimed at Pat's face but he backflipped out of the way and instead of landing on his feet, he droned himself forward using gravity as an aid kit. In the process, shot mana energy at Virote but she shielded herself with a force field which vanished instantly. She knew the attack was feeble unlike other attacks from Pat, it was like he was systematically holding back which made Virote mad.

 She blasted in return a handful of mana energy at Pat inwhich he guard himself against but the force behind the attack sent him flying back roughly. He landed face down, coughing out blood. She knew obstruction coming from the latter which has been happening since the beginning of their trainings.

  "Why are you always holding back?" She couldn't help but lashed out.

 Pat groaned on his feet "I wasn't holding back."

 Virote folded her arms with frowned face.

  "What?" Pat asked.

  "You're such an asshole!" Virote muttered and Pat laughed, he smeared the blood off his lips with the back of his palm.

  "Doing great Druidmaster!" Merlyn's voice occurred behind them and they both turned.

  "How long have you been standing there?" Pat asked as Virote bowed at him.

  "Not too long, but long enough to know what's happening here." He said with a calm smile "You know you two do share two or more things in common."

 "Not really." Virote responded.

 Pat stared at her as cold as ice but it never reflected on his face, then he turned back at Merlyn "yeah, she's right! We don't."

 Merlyn heaved and looked back at the horizon, he turned to leave and stopped "walk with me Pat." He said.

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 Gamma Mystic Museum

 Pillars stood at each side's of the museum each encrypted with Greek arcane symbols that seem unrelated to the eyes, the walls of the museum was rectangular in shape leading to an end which has a golden casket struck in the concrete golden wall. 

They've been walking in silence for minutes until they got into this gold room filled with no artefact except a golden casket moulded into the wall at the end of the room.

 Pat and Merlyn stopped before the casket, he could see some drawings on the casket. Images of explainable and unexplainable figures battling against a bigger figure drawn in their midst. Pat couldn't tell what the image meant and it was obvious on his face as Merlyn could easily detect that from him.

  "It was the war of old Pat!" Merlyn shattered the silence.

 Pat turned at him "the war of old? What's it all about?" He asked now staring back at the encryptions.

  "Countless eons ago, the universe dived into a war that lasted for thousands of eras. This battle caught the attention of all entities all over the megaverse including embodiments, gods, cosmic pantheons, alien gods, and so on including the ethereal gods themselves." Merlyn began "we fought against this powerful being even the ethereal gods couldn't take him down."

  "Baphomet?" Pat guessed, he was becoming to be quite familiar with the name.

  "He was a very powerful entity Pat, he was our greatest enemy from another reality entirely...a reality far from our perception." Merlyn explained "he tried to amalgamate the megaverse into one totality which would cause endless death and destruction all over the megaverse, lives would be lost. 

Our loved ones would die including everything the ethereal gods has ever worked for."

 Pat frowned "How powerful is this Baphomet himself?" Pat asked, he was indeed amused by the way everyone emphasised this foreign entity.

 Merlyn scoffed "you don't wanna know Druidmaster but we were able to defeat him, thanks to the exteriors from the foreign reality. They gave us the three unity boxes now shattered all over the megaverse after the recreation of totality."

 Pat was flabbergasted, he was actually standing before one of the unity box, smaller withing the golden casket "What can it do?"

  "We believed it has the ability to put evrything under ones dominion but no one has ever used it, only the exteriors used it to cast Baphomet off our reality."

  "Wow!" Pat smiled, he walked towards it and caressed its smooth surface. He could feel it, he could feel the strange leak, an energy leak so tantamount he felt overpowered. What a strange feeling capable of intoxicating the mind into a stage of pure domination, the energy was strange unlike anything he has ever felt in his life. He turned at Merlyn who had a supportive look.

  "I can feel it." He said.

  "That's the unity box, one of the most powerful weapon in the universe,they were lost during the recreation of totality by the ethereal gods but we managed to find this one because we know without the three boxes found and amalgamated, baphomet won't be free." Merlyn explained.

 Pat moved away from the casket "Why did you bring me here?"

 Merlyn replied "as the Druidmaster, you were believed to be the guardian of totality but that's wrong. 

You're the guardian of the omniverse, meant to balance the equation between chaos and order, reality amd unreality, existence amd nonexistence." Merlyn patted him on the shoulder "I want you to be responsible for the guardianship of the unity boxes, i want you to find them all and avoid them from been synchronised."

  "Why me?" Pat asked coldly.

  "Because I've trust in you just the way the ethereal gods have faith in you." Merlyn smiled and pat scoffed in return, this was his first time feeling been loved. 

His eyes became wet with tears and his heart broke down in whimper, he hugged Merlyn so hard the latter had difficulty breathing so he cut him short.

  "Now, be who you're meant to be ." Merlyn encouraged.

  "The Druidmaster." Pat concluded.