That minotaur had a kilt on. But his fellow friends had the spacesuits. Kilted minos were revered more for whatever reason. Their furry legs all had bandages. Odd, as though the minotaurs were just kind of standing. Every one of those fuckers had bandages. But all colored differently. The one on the throne was hilarious. Monocles Del Intrabruim was the front forward one. His bandage was orange. The next to him was Insiptious Del Ibrahim and he was much older but had no monocles. The third to him was Cralze Del Innistrad. And he was not laughable yet stoic as a leaf gracefully sits in a pool of water. It just sits so still. Why did they wait? These minotaurs all were extremely old. Insipitious had a green bandage. And next to him was the Cralze who had a purple bandage. It was a hierarchy. They knew what they were supposed to do. They knew their place on the thrones set before the shadowed man and Geralt Broadmire. Each one had a scorpion staff. But they were all the same color. Diamond. Each one is more ornate than the last. The shadowed man looked on.
"Speak, minotaurs." said the shadowed man. The shadowed man and Geralt looked on once more.
"Telghest un marun, ta ugguntu," said Monocles. The rough translation was the man is here for duty and privilege.
Confusion set in on Geralt's face. All the minotaurs pointed the same point towards a matriculate. It was here that the matriculate was pointing as well to something in front of him. The matriculate in question had an odd symbol on his robe. But he was a very small minotaur. Bite-size. But he was blind. You'd think the other ones would care and chide him. But he was holding a sigil in his left hand. On the other hand well that was gone. But had he had it, it would have held a golden scale. It seemed like an arbiter, but alas this was a matriculate with a deep night-black robe. It moved in fact and had galaxies within the robe. Geralt again puzzled walked many paces to what the matriculate pointed at. He did not love his journey, hell he did not wish much now. Fate may have been sealed but he did not know it. And if he did know what he have answered the call? With all of these thoughts bouncing in his head he motioned forward to the small minotaur. It did not speak. Its bony finger pointed and was fleshless on his person. The blind minotaur just stood there. Geralt did not touch the minotaur's hand. Instead, he put his two hands in the door. The door emanated galactical energy. It emanated something interesting. Golden and yellow light fused as if a star met another star and coerced it into becoming friends. Geralt put his hands in the box and felt a sensation. They phased here and there. But he kept them in. The pain is excruciating. Both hands were bright red and bleeding. He tried pulling them out but they were stuck. He was handless now. Then his body heats up even quicker. His thoughts launched past everything. His eyes rolled back very far and turned milk-white, yellow, green, purple, blue, yellow to pink and now they remained pink. He was very hot to touch. Nobody echoed a word. His flesh melted to the floor.
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EPILOGUE:
curbation cube k12 -Erpsolon-Beltimeus 19.
curbation cube k12 -Erpsolon-Beltimeus 19.
curbation cube k12 -Erpsolon-Beltimeus 19.
curbation cube k12 -Erpsolon-Beltimeus 19.
curbation cube k12 -Erpsolon-Beltimeus 19.
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Geralt was sweating and naked and in a fetal position. Both hands were now replaced with modified harpoons but with an ankh insignia. Someone touched him and where there was only flesh and bone turned into armor. The figure looked at him and there were so many floating triangles floating on its body. This one had a very large whiskery head and two gigantic pink eyes. It tried speaking but was extremely frightened by the human before it. Geralt brought out his first harpoon and the being touched Geralt's harpoon with its hove. It read Geralt's thoughts and calmed Geralt the best it could. At this moment the Antithesis tried calming down Geralt because Geralt had no hands he could not move well. The harpoons lie stationary. As the Antithesis did this, Geralt saw more phasing in to study him.
A jar was in the middle of the room labeled Curbation Cube k12 -Erpsolon-Beltimeus 19. But next to that cube in the middle of the room was another and another and another. Strikingly Geralt saw a jar that was broken. It was labeled Curbation Cube k75. He clamored with his harpoons to draw it toward him. And he successfully shot it with his harpoons. The Antithesis just waited and watched. All their triangles are in unison now. All amethyst in color. Energy emanated from the room. His hands now turned from harpoons to gold hands. But as he studied Cube k75. He could see out of the ship. 7 Dyson spheres were in his view. A fleet of ships the most he could make out was they were all shaped of moons. And the last thing he saw out of the window was a spinning vortex ball; of motion sucking up a K-star.
