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Zhao saw the dragon crash a hundred feet from his current position. The impact brought forth a shockwave that lifted Zhao from his feet. He hit the ground, mildly protected by his burned clothes. You could say he was experiencing pain, but it didn't feel bad. Zhao didn't laugh though, like he normally did when he experienced pain. This time he was quiet. The prince, not his cooler self, grabbed him by the throat.

"Bring me back what is mine Zhao. Track that piece of filth to his hole in the ground and bring me back Mouse. Everything else is secondary to you. Including your life."

Zhao said nothing to the prince, his face was describing anger and determination. He knew what to do. Zhao rose from the ground and walked towards his swords. His hands were burned, the amulet lying in the middle. He put his amulet back where it came from, hanging it around his neck. Zhao looked at his hands, they were red and mildly hurt. He picked up one of his swords, it felt extremely cold in his hands. After picking up all his equipment he walked towards the castle. His clothes and hair were burned but nobody said a thing. Zhao looked far more angry than normal. He yelled at a guard: "You there! Get Xanti down here NOW! Also give word to the spies that targets have changed. All forces should be focused on Allister. All spies that are targeted at the assassins need to switch targets, the assassins have become secondary threats. "

"Yes captain Zhao, certainly." the guard replied quickly and made his way to the library.
This will mean a war at a scale never seen before. Zhao knew about Allister's location, the kingdom of the dead. Zhao didn't know if he would be able to beat Allister at his own ground, but he had some tricks.

"And I want the rest to send word to all the special units of the realm. All whom I had dismissed on standby are hereby set on active. All that have been training within the castle, especially my own students, should gather. I want the teleportation sector up and running! This is code red, no exercise. I want the great wizards of Xolussion, team A Raven desert twisters and all others. This necromancer won't know what hit him! MOVE PEOPLE!"

Zhao turned away from the scene, he needed to retrieve some trinkets. While he was heading to the vault he watched his blades. Both of them were made by the best, but neither would do enough. He knew what would bring him victory. Zhao entered an area beneath the castle in which no guard was stationed. Collapsed structures, rubble everywhere. Zhao headed towards an symbol painted on one of the walls. He dipped his fingers in some liquid he retrieved from a little bottle that came from one of his pockets. Zhao drew the symbol with his finger, which set a mechanism in motion that opened the secret door. Before him laid the treasures of the kings, these were weapons and items that belonged to the royals and their heirs. He walked past some books, staffs and weapons of great power. But he knew there was one section that would bring him what he sought.

Before him laid weapons, weapons of great value. Two swords were stationed here, protected by magical barriers that would ensure their safety. These barriers, though, were broken not long ago. These weapons were used by the royal kings to defend the their kingdom. They were even used against his own master. Zhao took both swords, slowly lifting them from their position.
"Yes, Allister you may have your weapons. One of the five swords that destroys the Dead and the Damned is in your possession. Nobody knows, however, that within these chambers lie 2 other remaining swords that were made to slay the Dead. I will use them against you Allister! Once friends, now enemies..."

Zhao walked further within the maze of the vault, this time carrying four swords. The guardians that once protected these chambers were all slain by his hands. He walked deeper and deeper until he finally reached the last chamber. It hold an item of his interest. This item was a large book, it contained secrets of magic. Powerful spells which were only known to the highest of magic users.
Zhao headed back towards the exit. While heading back taking some handy trinkets on his way. His hands were carrying the book, which was too big to hold in one hand. Shiny objects were almost coming out of his pockets. His troops should be within the castle by now. All loyal to him and to his king. Powerful allies Zhao had, almost all exist because of Tier'Zial. Strength in quality and power, not in numbers. There was no time for great numbers. These units have to do, they were the most skilled of the realm. The secret door closed behind him.