Hordak and the Shadow Weavers had arrived at the Well of Darkness. Each of the three fallen Cosmic Enforcers held a piece of the Triad of Discidium in their withered hands. The first piece, and the largest, was like an upturned pyramid with a hole drilled through the center. The second piece, resembling a wrist-gauntlet, was meant to be placed in the aperture of the first. The last piece, a rounded stone with a tiny diamond in the center, was designed to fill the rest of the opening completely.
Hordak stopped the dark creatures as they began to approach the altar at the top of the well. “I will invoke the spell myself,” he stated confidently.
The Shadow Weavers answered in unison, as always. “That is unwise, Hordak. The Triad’s magic is beyond anything you have ever tried to harness, and you will not be able to control it.”
Red energy lanced from Hordak’s eyes, blasting at the ground near the Shadow Weavers’ hovering forms. “I am Hordak,” he proclaimed. “I have prevailed where my brother and the witch Shokoti could not! I have beaten a Cosmic Enforcer in physical combat! Nothing can stop me!”
The Shadow Weavers said nothing more as Hordak spun around and ascended the stone steps to the altar atop the Well. As he reached the summit, it was as if the heavens themselves sensed what was about to happen, because lightening flared in the sky as ominous clouds rolled in.
Silently, Hordak raised his clawed hands into the air, and the three pieces of the Triad of Discidium flew from the Shadow Weavers’ grasp. In midair, the pieces locked themselves together, before coming to rest in a small opening atop the altar.
An amazing stream of blinding, blue energy erupted from the diamond in the center of the Triad, streaking toward the sky like an arc of lightening in reverse. The dark clouds above began to spin, and the lightening intensified. A great wind seemed to blow from every direction at once, while Hordak laughed maniacally.
But suddenly, Mount Barathrum—the largest volcano on all of Eternia—erupted, sending an enormous plume of fire and ash into the sky. And then the entire planet started to quake, knocking Hordak off his feet. The Shadow Weavers hovered above nervously, realizing that the power of the Triad had escaped Hordak’s control. Destruction’s fiery talons started to claw the continent apart, as the mystical weapon’s power reached into the planet’s very core—doing far more than creating an atmospheric change to wipe out the Snake Men!
Despite its distance, the Horde leader could clearly see an enormous wall of fire erupt from the desert lands to the west. The fiery mass seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see—both vertically and horizontally—and it was sweeping toward Hordak and the Shadow Weavers at great speed! Large chunks of land, including an entire range of mountains to the north, were ripped from the arms of Eternia and carried toward space!
Hordak tried to contain the forces he had unleashed, but they were too much for him. Though he was loathe to admit it, the Shadow Weavers had been right, and he could not control the Triad of Discidium. “Stop the spell!” he shrieked, spinning toward the Weavers.
They raised their arms and worked their magic, using all of their power to put a stop to the Spell of Separation that had been unwittingly cast. The blue energy wave returned to the Triad’s diamond center, and the distant wall of fire vanished. Only the giant cyclone, firmly in place high in the upper-atmosphere—where it blocked the Eternian suns—remained. Bits of ash and debris rained down slowly upon the land.
His legs shaking fiercely, Hordak joined the Shadow Weavers at the base of the altar. “Destroy that wretched thing!” he commanded with a trembling voice.
“The Triad is indestructible, Hordak,” they replied. “Besides, just because you do not possess the power to control it now does not mean that you won’t in the future.”
Hordak mulled it over as he brushed ash from the shoulders of his onyx armor. “Very well,” he replied cautiously. “But I want its pieces kept separated until that time. I don’t want anyone stumbling upon them by accident!”
“Of course.” The Shadow Weavers called on their powers once more, and sent the three pieces of the Triad flying in different directions. Even Hordak himself did not know where they would come to rest...