[ WP ] Write the third episode of non-existant series . Make us curious about what happened before episode 3 , and what happens after .

Chijin hastened his team again. The barricade *must* be finished by sundown. If it's not, they would all die. The corpses of fallen friends and Devose from before memory would see to that. 
 
 As he set about binding a pair of tree trunks together with his crew, Chijin glanced at the barrier. The Chosen Elf was twirling his arms in some arcane ritual, beyond the understanding of any non-Chosen. He looked away again. He'd simply have to trust the old man to get it done right. 
 
 Nearby, the Elven Shiimaas were meditating, ostensibly to hone their minds before battle. Chijin was n't buying it, but he was willing to let it go. Any one of those Elves was worth his entire company in battle. He'd allow them their laziness. And besides, the sunset was nearly upon them anyway. 
 
 `` Men of Holtin. We do not owe these people, these dwarves, elves, goblins, and devose anything. On the contrary, they owe us. But we made a promise, and if we aim to collect, we must win this night.'' 
 
 The men of Holtin stirred and shifted while the man spoke. Chijin thought them all fools. 
 
 `` So remember why we're out here. Remember your families, your homes, or your gold if that's what matters to you. Muster your courage, and together we will hold this ground until the barrier falls!'' 
 
 Chijin noticed, out of the corner of his eye, the Chosen had stopped his arm waving and was consulting with Gfendol. Neither looked pleased. He resolved to get in on the conversation. 
 
 `` Soli, this barrier *must* fall!'' Gfendol was visibly shaking. 
 
 `` Fen, it's too powerful. Even with blood sacrifices I could not breach it.'' The old Elf was drained, and it showed. His color was ghostly, and he was hunched over as if he was bearing a great weight. 
 
 `` If thisss barrier can not fall...'' Chijin was loathe to continue, and instead trailed off. Failure meant death at this point. There was no other option. 
 
 `` If it claims us, so be it. But keep trying, Soli. This is what you're here for.'' 
 
 Chijin cocked his head, and listened. A moment before, he'd heard something. A moment later, all hell broke loose. 
 
 Out of the surrounding woods, corpses came pouring out, intent on the make-shift barricade. 
 
 All together, the Shiimaas rose, their armor assembling on them as they ran to the front. Their top of the line telekinesis was fully on display, then, with swords twirling a dance of death around them even as they used their liquid swords to carve large swaths of corpses out of the horde. 
 
 Overtop of them, Devose rifles ate away at the edges of the horde. Chijin gathered his men, and they fortified the entrance. Nothing could be seen, then, but they could hear. The song of war had risen to a fever pitch. Screams, shouts, clangs and booms, and all manner of other noises. 
 
 And then, almost comically, it all stopped. And with it, the constant hum of the barrier. Then, a booming voice as the barrier collapsed, proclaiming, `` You must not open the gates!'' 
 

