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As the trio began to ride forward a lone cloaked figure would stand on the pathway before them. It raised a single bleached white object and the world faded to black. “It is time to end this… as it should have long ago.” The raspy voice could belong to no one but Sekivar and the tone it held was one of displeasure. As light once more entered the world so to did they find themselves with in the throne room. Zaleth slowly standing with the entrance of the four figures who had magically appeared in his castle. “Christopher… I should have guessed it was you… who else would be so bold as to defect from their position, kill his fellow man, and commit high treason.”

Victiara’s eyes finally fluttered open hazily looking around as she wasn’t sure what was going on. “Where are we…” Was all she could put together to mutter.

“You still hold my daughter captive boy…” The long slender blade was drawn till it was bare and raised in the Templar’s salute. “May you burn in hell for your crimes.”

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His blade shimmered in brilliant light as he stepped forward with inhuman grace. “I am a greatest champion of Kai’Drona! What does a whelp such as yourself hope to achieve… to die a martyr for a lost cause? Some ploy of vengeance, a fit of insanity, No… its because of how you came to be here… isn’t it convenient that a son of Theris happens to serve my kingdom… to acquire you boy took some effort… hiring bandits… sending the perfect knight… same as your werewolf friend… hunting down his pack all to acquire all the pieces I needed… your to late boy… my son and the princess have already formed unions… my game is won… but killing you pawns will leave one… less… problem… one less mistake in this world.” The air turned pitch black as he extended his sword into the air. Blood… it was everywhere… hip high oozing from the ceiling… dripping from the walls. One felt hands clawing at their legs and heads sewn together sang in horrific harmonies. Hell seemed to have risen as hell fire burned infants around and the Holy signs of Mealis and Paladar burned with them impaled upon them. Zaleth leveled his blade at Chris. “Have at you…” Was all he muttered before almost instantaneously appearing in front of Chris to deliver a tremendous strike that would cleave through any non magical weapon.