The duo sprint out of the throne room at top speed, entering a wide dark hallway with long rotten carpet laid across the floor. They race past the pillars lining the sides of the room, and Harry has to tear his eyes away from the now awake skulls that'd been built into them.
"HEHEHEHEHEHE!" they all begin laughing simultaneously in a high-pitched yet thoroughly terrifying manner.
*SHUUU!*
Blasts of ice suddenly shoot from their open mouths, forcing Harry to shield himself and Nanthisk from them. He almost slips on the frozen floor as he does so, but the duo eventually find a door on the left side of the hallway and doesn't hesitate to duck into it.
*K-k-k-k-k*
Again, Harry almost falls to his death as he's presented with yet another twisting staircase leading down into the abyss.
"Ssshould we really go deeper!? That'sss a death sssentence!" Nanthisk exclaims as he looks down at the darkness below.
"Stop whining and run!" Harry retorts, grabbing the snake and pulling it with him, just in time too, as the doors behind them get slammed open by one of the necromancer's amalgams.
*ROOOOOAAAAAAR!*
Its horrific voice echoes through the tunnel, but this only increases the duo's pace...
Further down, they find themselves standing in a huge room that smelt of grime, rot, and chemicals. The place was filled with cauldrons that had their contents completely frozen over, with many bookshelves, tools, and workbenches lining the walls.
Despite how tempted Harry was to just grab some books while they fled, he knew they lacked both the time to do so. Unfortunately, it seems that even this place of artisanship had been rigged by the owner of the place.
*Thwwoom!*
Dull blue flames underneath the cauldrons lit themselves, instantly liquifying their previously frozen contents. The liquids glow a bright eerie green, which is only made worse as humanoid figures begin crawling out of them, covered in the substance.
The liquid burns, sizzles, and scorches the floor as it makes contact with the stone, and Harry was almost certain he and Nanthisk would experience something equally as bad if they got it on themselves...
Again, they begin running through the room while attempting to avoid the strange creatures. Two fall in front of them however, forcing Harry to throw them away via telekinesis. They squelch into gross amorphous blobs as they hit the wall, sticking there for a moment before falling away like wet spaghetti. They reform and try crawling back towards the duo though, showing that no blunt force trauma would do anything but slow them.
They escape, but the trend of encountering strange and dangerous rooms continues. From glowing green acid monsters, to patchwork golems made from lions, goats, and eagles, as if to recreate a chimera, to a room full of cursed armour and weaponry that would move around independently...
The duo had even encountered a room filled with both undead dragons and the moving skeletons of some... They skipped this room for obvious reasons, moving to one further down the hallway.
While yes, they were both stupidly close to death, Harry actually felt as if he were at Disney Land... With new sites, rides, and scenes at every corner. It hadn't even crossed his mind to apparate away until they'd run into the dragons... Sadly, the place was warded against such simple methods of escape... They were rats running in a wheel designed by the ancient magic user, and after two hours of running and barely avoiding death, he seems to have finally had enough of them.
Harry and Nanthisk had just entered some kind of library, with bookshelves stacked high almost endlessly when the ice comprising the ground started to rise up.
"Masster!" Nanthisk hisses, but isn't able to warn him in time as a humanoid made of pure ice slams its arm into Harry's shoulders, throwing him hard onto the floor next to a bookshelf.
"Agguuuh..." Harry groans as he struggles to get up, but the ice creature advances closer and closer.
His familiar attempts to intervene, but many more ice golems spring to life, all pining him down simultaneously while being completely unaffected by his calcification gaze and venom.
Harry stands and backs up against the bookshelf until he feels himself leaning against the wood. He bites into his wrist and thrusts the bleeding appendage forwards, Using a good amount of blood as he casts "Kahstienn!" once more.
The ice golem is covered in the burning blood, and while it takes damage, it doesn't give any reaction at all, as if it didn't have any self-preservation programmed into it. There is one odd thing however, it doesn't get any closer to Harry, despite its continued attempts to block and stop him from escaping... It was essentially circling around him, preventing him from running any which way he could...
Wait...
Before he's able put his plan into action, another fist of ice sprouts from the floor, hitting him straight into his chin and turning his world black, unconsciousness taking him.
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Harry soon wakes up, his mind frazzled and his body sore. Opening his eyes, he's dismayed to find himself back in the throne room, the necromancer's two amalgams standing on either side of his throne.
Harry himself was chained to a metal chair that was sitting in the middle of the half-frozen pool of blood. He was hovering just above it with his feet almost touching it, and he could see Nanthisk in the corner of the room, locked into a birdcage that hung from the ceiling.
"Enjoy my Palace? I am wondering what you thought... You are the only real person aside from me who has laid eyes on it. Thoughts on the décor? I'm sure you found the lack of lavatories dreadful, but that issue can be rectified." the Necromancer says, sounding incredibly smug despite the fact that his opponent was a boy under eleven years old...