The center of the clouds parted for them, leading them into a dome containing eight doors.
Kalzek was in front of the rightmost door. He was smearing it with lavender liquid. It shimmered and creaked open, wafting out clouds of lavender gasses that caused the other doors to shudder and creak in turn.
“Ahahaha yes! Fall! Fall and be rewritten! The universe demands it of you! Let my people be reborn into a world where we alone rule!”
Mialtros fired arrows into his shoulders, running to grab them and heave Kalzek to the floor. He slid across the floor, landing in a heap near a pair of columns.
“Ain’t nothing gonna be doing anything! There’s gotta be a way to stop this!”
Mewl speared the arrows in Kalzek’s skin to the floor with the hammer, pinning the man down with a replica Flarfed.