The Masked One bushed his destroyed mask pieces off his face and removed his hood, revealing an elderly, worn face with scars marking his cheeks and forehead. His skin was a pale white color, with blue veins covering his skin. He flashed a slasher smile at Ken, revealing his yellow, rotted teeth, a few of them missing.
Ken gasped, recognizing the face. "Finn...?!"
"Heh, heh." the Masked One stood up and looked menicingly at Ken. "It's been so long, Ken. How are you?"
Ken didn't answer the man. He just glared at him in shock and anger.
"So this is how you're going to treat your older brother?" Finn grabbed his scythe and assumed a fighting stance. "I thought you would be as happy as I am to see me again. Oh well..." He spun the scythe several times. "I think I've savored enough time with you. Now die!"
Finn lunged towards Ken. Ken grabbed Finn, stopping him just in time. He shoved Finn off of him.
Finn grounded his feet sturdily in the ground and then took another leap towards Ken, this time catching him off guard while he was fending off some Skinwalkers.
Ken was flung backwards, and slammed into the rocky altar. Ken quickly stood up and realized his position. He braced himself as Finn lunged at him once again.
With perfect timing, he grabbed Finn by the torso, and threw him into the altar. Finn struggled to keep himself above the surface, but Ken pushed him down.
Eventually, Finn fell into the altar, and vanished below the smoke.
With Finn out of the way, the cave began to crumble.
"We need to go! Claus yelled.
Everyone ran out of the cave as fast as they could, rushing towards the cart and hopping on.
Claus whipped the reins. As the group sped off into the night, they looked back and saw the mountain explode into an infernal rain of rocks and magma.
It was over at last.