The Gurgs who were advancing on the Men stopped dead in their tracks, and their beady eyes closed shut (hoping to hide themselves), and they dove behind nearby boulders. The men gaped on in horror, their eyes and brows showing the ultimate epitomy of fear, with their jaws dropping open in shock. The men instantly forgot everything that they were doing, and they dropped their swords and then shrunk back in fear. The horses themselves had already ran far, far away; the men had simply fallen off and were in a daze so that they didn't even think to move. But then Chazacrį awoke, and he realized what was happening... Gacatė was come.

He shouted anything he could think of to awaken his men. Some of them snapped out of their fear enough to decide that they had better retreat. The ran to their other men, dragging them, kicking them, whatever it took to make them come out of their trance and escape. Eventually, most of the men had been helped, and so now the men were runnign at full speed away from the worst terror that they had ever witnessed in their entire lives.

Gacatė was dressed in spiked armor, but his face was revealed: deep, dark, eyes that seemed to swallow the whole world into their utterly terrifying gaze. Then, Gacatė stared downward at the few men who were near the fron who were too far away to be helped by their fellow men. Gacatė laughed (if it can even be considered a laugh, as it was so deep and hoarse). Each man who was staring up at him felt as if Gacatė's eyes were driving deep, deep into that man, past his body, beyond his soul, to the ends of creation. After no more than a few seconds of this, the men who were caught in Gacatė's gaze each died in their own way: The hearts of some of them simply burst from being overworked due to their fear. A few others, feeling the deep evil delving intensely down through their eyes into the very lowest piece of the soul, gripped up at their faces and clawed themselves to death, trying to remove the merciless stare of Gacatė. Still others fell over, and cried uncontrollably; eventually, the unimaginable fear weighed far too much on their minds, and they simply died. They met their death in their own unique manner, but, most importantly, none of the ones who did not break free of Gacatė's piercing vision survived the encounter.

That done, Gacatė began to pursue the men who were fleeing for their lives and souls. But then, Gacatė stumbled to his knees, and he let out a cry that would haunt all those who heard it for the remainder of their lives. The white light that the men had seen earlier was Curumo; He had come upon Gacatė from behind and had stabbed him in the back.

Gacatė swirled around, and time seemed to freeze. Gacatė spoke no word, but just smiled, and then he reared back his hand to strike at Curumo, but as his hand was on its downward swing, he saw six others beings nearby. At the front was the unnamed Almalė, with a large golden crown on his head, and he was quite clearly dressed for battle. Gacatė stopped his hand, and then the unnamed Almalė rushed forward, leading the other Almalae onward.

The seven together struggled against Gacatė. Meanwhile, Gacatė had used the overwhelming force of his mind to summon all of his demons, and not to mention the Gurgs, to attack the men. Chazacrį, leaving Rothag to lead in the fight against the Gurgs and demons, left his men and began to hurry toward the fight between Gacatė and the seven Almalae.

Cardė then separated the clouds that covered Rozhgurm, and for the first time Men saw the great tower of Gacatė in full force, and they were in awe, yet they couldn't gaze long, for the Gurgs were being driven by Gacatė himself, and so they fought more fiercely than they ever had before. Chazacrį, now being able to see his path, hurried on towards Gacatė.

The Almalae were losing the struggle with Gacatė, and Cardė knew that action must be quickly taken. The ground beneath began to move up and down. Chazacrį stumbled to his knees, and then a boulder tilted over and broke his leg, but he staggered onto his feet and made his way the best he could, ignoring the pain.

Then, the land ripped apart, and the crack went deep into the ground. Far below, red magma could be seen. Cardė pulled the lands further and further apart. Many boulders from the nearby mountains fell down, hitting Gacatė and the Gurgs, and the men besides. Cardė opened the gap. Chunks of ground slipped off its side, and tumbled downward, downward, until they reached their fiery end at the bottom.

The Almalae then made one final, great offensive, forcing Gacatė toward the great gap. They had him pushed right up to the edge. Then, the seventh Almalė moved back, and lunged at Gacatė. Gacatė lost his balance, and he stumbled off the edge.

The Almalae looked downward at their dooms, the fiery crack, but Gacatė, fighting to the last, gripped the side of the gap. The Almalae rushed up along his body, reaching for solid ground. Once they had moved off, Gacatė saw his chance, and he was pulling himself up before the Almalae could even turn to face him. But, Chazacrį, weakened and torn, had just arrived. He made a long jump toward Gacatė, bringing his broadsword down upon Gacatė's fingers.

Gacatė then made his last, final grab for life, but his body, beginning to fall downward, missed its aim and it gripped onto Chazacrį instead.

Down they went, the Almale just now turning and realizing what had just occurred. Chazacrį moved his hand free and took hold of his sword, he then slashed across the face of Gacatė, who was frantically trying to find a place to grab onto. Gacatė's piercing eyes were destroyed by the blade of Chazacrį. Before Gacatė could respond, his body was consumed by the deep fires of the world.

At that moment, Gacatė's Gurgs were released from their control by Gacatė, and they went mad, murdering themselves, slamming themselves into rocks, falling off cliffs. A few even ran wild towards the deep gap that Cardė had made and leapt in.

The Almalae vanished to return to Almalinė, with the exception of the unnamed one. He led the Men across the mountains (which they were already very close to) and across to Atolnalant. Then, the unnamed Almalė vanished as well.

At that moment, the men heard a nearly deafening sound, and they turned toward Rozhgurm. They saw the entire land rushing upwards toward the sky. The land flew through the sky, and then on into space. There, with the help of Cardė, the land simply vanished.

Gacatė was taken up with the rest of his continent, but rather than being destroyed, he vanished into the timeless void outside of the known universe. It was widely believed that he would not return until the end of days, if ever.

But, deep under the ground, a pitiful, weak, sickening thing was digging down away from the home of its master--deeper, deeper, away from the light of day, down far under the ground. There it stopped, and began to wonder if it should ever resurface...