Meanwhile, Raboesh and Migrath were waiting
impatiently.
Smelling the wind, seeing the orange moon
Raboesh:
Can you
feel the force?
Migrath:
Ooh, ooh,
ooh,
Raboesh:
Shut up!
Migrath:
Orange the
moon, colors the wind but where is our master.
He should
have gained the power of the moon.
Raboesh:
He is
coming soon I can feel it
Listen! Can
you hear it? His voice
Migrath:
What Hear
what?
There he appeared in their cell, glowing like
the ultimate power, strong and invincible.
Dark Lord:
Raboesh,
Migrath, you have been waiting for me.
Your master
has arrived. Your loyalty brings me great pleasure. Only you I will free, the
rest I don’t need.
Mountain of
Rafoesjka cannot hold me any longer, for I have collected many times the Gift
of Light, sadly, they were not completed, but never the less, I got stronger!
You humble
ones you carry the keys!
We will
rule!
Raboesh:
Oh, yes my
lord, we shall rule again
Migrath:
Yes, we
will!
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