Edison stood motionless, gazing blankly at the soldier. “I…am your master?” he asked. “Well yes,” replied the soldier, “You are the one who holds the sacred ruby, are you not?” Edison squinted in confusion, and held up the curator’s key. He centered his eye on the embedded jewel. “This ruby was worn by our dear general. He was done away with by the curator many years ago during our captivity.” The soldier spoke quietly, hanging his head down. “Now that you hold his prized possession in your hands, we are at your command.” The soldier bowed again, while many other soldiers poured out of the exhibit and formed a straight line. They all wore comb morion helmets, and platinum chest armor with black leather cuffs covering their arms.
When they exited the exhibit completely, they kneeled on one knee and placed their swords against their shoulders. “Oh master, what are your wishes?” They asked in unison. Edison spun around and noticed that Dmitri was smashing the glasses of the exhibits and searching inside of them. “I wish for that museum curator to pay for what he has done!” he shouted. “There have been too many lost lives!” The soldiers stood up from their knees, preparing for battle. Just as they did, Dmitri barged over to them, his whip still in hand. “You thought you had a chance to escape, did you?” he asked, condescendingly. “I was not attempting an escape.” Edison replied coldly. “Oh yes, it appears you have formed an army of your own! But even still, you’re no match for me!” Dmitri stepped aside and revealed a line of several highwaymen, each aiming a flintlock musket at Edison and the soldiers. “Do not fear, this will all be over soon, and you will become yet another one of my fabulous exhibits!” Dmitri faced the highwaymen. “These imbeciles are your villains! I demand that they be destroyed at once!” he ordered.
The highwaymen cocked their muskets and began shooting at Edison and the soldiers. Some of them were hit and fell to the ground, while others jumped out of the way and attacked the highwaymen. Dmitri rushed over to Edison and raised his whip at him. A soldier stood in the way of this and slashed his sword at Dmitri’s hand, causing him to drop the whip and shriek out of pain. While the highwaymen and the soldiers battled each other, Edison picked up Dmitri’s whip and lashed it at his head four times. As Dmitri toppled down to the ground, there came an eerie ray of cyan light from his chest. Everyone in the chamber followed it as it floated upward towards the ceiling. At that very moment, it exploded. The soldiers protected their eyes, as what seemed like grains of sand fell slowly to the ground. Dmitri’s body lay still. No one dared to remove the hood that masked his face. Cheers of joy echoed throughout the cold chamber, while the highwaymen disappeared from sight. “After many years, we are now free men!” The soldiers rallied around Edison with admiration. The one who first spoke to Edison re-approached him, and put his hand out to offer his gratitude. “Do not worry my friend,” he reassured Edison, “I know that you will find what you are searching for.” With a feeling of pride and exhilaration, Edison held the jeweled key tightly in his hand as he headed towards the far end of the chamber where a door stood for his freedom. He grabbed onto the iron door handle and pulled it opened. He had finally found his way out of the museum. At that very moment, there was a scent that he couldn’t decipher. The light that was similar to that of Dmitri’s body encircled Edison, which started to make him feel nauseous. He felt himself becoming weak once again, and desperately tried to regain his composure. It was then that all went dark.