Dianite returned into the room to see the soul sand and the Wither skeleton skulls gone. He smiled. He turned to here hissing. Standing right before him was an enormous black snake with three heads. It was the result of the three skulls and the sand. He had created life. The life he named the Wither and put the creature at the head of his army. It was the finishing touch. He was now ready to go to war. In the morning he would tell Mianite to meet him on the big shore, on the main island in Mianites realm in a weeks time. There and then they would fight.
