"I've got the chains," she pat the pouch."I just wanted to..." her eyes widened mid- sentence at the sounds of police sirens. "No," she whispered pushing open the doors of the museum alittle. Peering outside, she cursed at the sight of two police cars stopping right outside the museum.
Shutting the doors, she turned to look at Azrael, "We have a problem....again."
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His rough hands gently stroked the cold surface of the gateway. Taking a step back, Hugh sighed as his fists clenched. Lord knew if the Guardians were okay. He knew that all of them had made it out of the Realm of fears as the jewels had been returned to him. But he didn't know if all of them had conquered their fears.
He hoped that all of them had found the relics or were atleast reaching their destination. There was not much time left. His gentle eyes scanned the Land of Arilt that was now a scene of sadness. The usually bright green grass was now loosing its colour. The skies were becoming a dull gray that was slowly spreading shadows across the land. And out of the eight gateways that laid across the grassy hills, two were now black instead of silver. The World of Belluvier was not the only world to have been conquered. Garthox had complete control over Flinx now.
And from the looks of it, the World of Sapiens was next. The gateway to Earth was slowly turning from the sparkling silver into an odd mix of gray that Hugh knew would soon be black.
Time was running out, the final battle was approaching...
End of Chapter two...
