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The Crucible moves, slowly, its distant enormity hiding its true speed. It moves not towards the watching crowd, but perpendicular, moving east to parts unknown.

"Gods help us," Dee murmurs.

Hound turns to speak to Ibrahim but finds he isn't there. He moves to the edge of the pit, and, looking down, spies the Doctor and his last surviving daughter. Ibrahim holds hands with the little Golem and, leading her, moves back into the rear halls, heading towards the room with the Codex.

He doesn't see the Doctor's face, but he knows what he must be thinking...no. He doesn't. He doesn't know, and he silently hopes he never has to.

"A strange race, humans.  Never one to give up, despite the inevitability of their end.  In this case, it matters little.  Nobody would have been able to stop it, anyway." Alcamarie's image shimmered beside Cerberus.

 "Worthless," Cerberus growls, "Pathetic creatures doomed to fail."

 "And the same awaits you, world eater.  Nobody can escape."

 Ceberus growls. "Don't think I wouldn't be able to stop this Aethuriel.  I choose not to get involved.  I want to see what my Son is finally capable of, not that it matters." Alcamarie laughs. "Again,  spoken like a vicarious father.  You won't get the chance to face Aethuriel, Cerberus.   Nobody will..."



- End of Part II: The Black Crucible -

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