ã€ŠBlade of Fateã€‹


 Chapter Prologue

    "At Ropes End"

    "It was the last crusade, I, one of the lower ranked captains is stationed at the eastern part of Europe. Compared back home to Italy, it is very lonely here, not much to look but sandy horizons, abandoned villages and passing merchants that are possibly enemies. Still, I do have company, a large brotherhood of a force of one hundred twenty strong. Now currently gathered within the mercy of an abandoned enemy fortress, surrounded by sand barren wasteland, dusty indeed for every breath we take, little shards of small pierce our skin, and while the hellish heat burn our wellbeing to exhaustion. Add that both with the unforgiving sun while wearing chainmail armor. We had no choice, but to obey our kings back at home, promising lands and riches for the taking, a reward they say. I do not believe any of it, even though the majority of the knights cling towards it, hoping to further harden their egos, such common for a warrior of God. The enemy empire has millions of soldiers, advancing steadily westward. What scares me the most is my decision, I am but a young man, no family ties to look back, yet this all still scared me, a pointless decision with no way out but to fight for our rulers who use us as pawns in their little game."

    "Captain Lucius! Our patrols are back with urgent information...its the enemy!, they finally moved their camps towards this castle, and as I speak, thousands are forming a line, encircling us!" A scout said with grim expression, pointing towards the high sandy hills, shaking from the anticipation.

    Lucius walked towards the high wall to look, dirty and dark, hooded figures gather to an angular line, overlooking them from above land. He informs the scout to remind headquarters for extra help, as all the captains planned a counter attack last night for this very day. Yet sadly, no one came, and so the crusaders instead focused on defending the fortress, holding till help comes to their aid. All men are occupied, gathering all free hands to set sharp wooden barricades towards the entrance. All are at disarray for their numbers are not comparably to the enemy.

    "For heaven''s sake, move!" One of the captains push a soldier as he steps up to meet Lucius, they stare intently towards the sandy horizon, shaking pupils with contemplation in mind, the enemy gathers by the second.

    "Damn it! How in the blazes did our scouts not inform us sooner!? Are they so blinded by the lands that they cant even adapt quickly, we are knights for god''s sake! We are indeed strangers in this land, but we have to protect what is holy, lest we accept defeat!" Marco said as he looks at Lucius, standing side by side.

    "Ahaha, Captain Marco! Calm down my friend...panic will only lead us astray towards our goal in holding our ground, last night, the messengers came and informed us of extra forces no?" Lucius smiles at him, knowing that an impending battle soon happen, a battle that will determine whether they remain or die hopeless.

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    "Of course! Another empty promise from our old stupid rulers, at the confines of their safe home! Lucius, I know you know that they stationed us here just to die and measure the enemy of their forces, while they ready themselves back home for the fifth crusade, just to recover a stupid artifact, in this stupid land!" He angrily said to Lucius.

    "I do know Marco...but at least you are sure in your goal towards supporting by finding the holy artifact, while I on the other hand, is stuck riding the waves of my job being a crusader, my purpose you say? I do not know, maybe after this battle if we survive...I will leave my captain status for others who are more deserving of it." He said, expecting Marco to get angry once again.

    Marco grimaced from Lucius response, he then grabbed him by the shoulders and say.

    "Damn it! Are you out of your mind Lucius? get serious now captain, wake up! this is our reality, and we must fight it, no one will save us but ourselves, do you hear me?" He said storming out from the second floor.

    Lucius shakes his head, and shortly followed suit down below the castle. A very narrow path teeming with knights, archers and frontliners. Some are already injured and worse, are missing with a set of limbs, while laying flat on the cobblestone floor. The barricades where nearly set, when a sudden cry from one of the wall archers gets the attention of everyone.

    "Its the strike squad of captain Anton! they are lifting the captain''s body without a head!" the wall archer warned everyone behind the wall.

    Seconds later, the same archer received a barrage of arrows on his chest and two piercing his throat. The others meet the same fate as they happen to shoot back, some successfully fired rounds towards the sandy hills, back and forth was the struggle until enemy horse back penetrated the fortress opening, shattering many quickly made barricades. And from there, the battle finally let loose as both sides clash inside.

    "A-ugh..." Lucius stammers, being suddenly lightheaded from the stress of battle and leadership, every captain suffered similar symptoms of sleep deprivation, while the foot soldiers suffered in anxious panic. A bloody pandemonium in front of Lucius presents itself, blood of both enemies and allies splatter the stone walls, flesh and bone being stepped on as the fight ensues in every inch of direction. Watching while his fellow knights fall one by one not because from their lack of will to fight, but because of such massive mass of enemy storming the already outnumbered crusaders. An hour passed by, and the former one hundred twenty became only the handful forty that will try to still resist the enemy and their savage invasion.

    Lucius pulls his sword not of bravery, but of extreme desperation. How can he a captain class knight let his men and fellow captains only do the battle alone without his support? He ran many passages, hacking and stabbing every hooded enemy he comes across, as if in a deep trance. The numbers were too overwhelming yet the last twenty fought valiantly for their god and country, one last defense and eight crusaders remain inside the now chilly fortress, being enveloped by the moons crescent shadow, looming dark forms surround the remaining four. Lucius in a great panic, rans towards a group of enemy, managing to cut one forearm, but with the sacrifice of his heart, being stabbed from behind. And as the only last scene he saw was the two remaining knights being hacked to pieces as he now also joins the many brothers lay bodied on the cold stone floor, his blood joining the red pool.

    "I had hoped it was the end, but how wrong was my assumption. I closed my eyes because death, it finally got me, ending my miserable life, a coward I was. And yet I opened them once again, guided by fate and destiny on this foreign world of magic."

 Chapter 1 - Foreign Lands, Feign Ignorance

    "Foreign Lands, Feign Ignorance"

    Laying on warm grassy fields of green, while birds are happily chirping, in rhythm with a nearby river. And beside a wayside, what seems a lifeless body. Lucius, lay there unconscious. Head to toe his body radiating with golden particles of light from within, as if existence itself is holding his will to maintain his existence. The dirt road craggy and dry, its early morning greeted by an approaching wagon, driven by dark bearded dwarf, wearing merchant armor. The wagon is not so fancy and well designed, but has its own unique structure that speaks trading business, its roof equipped by a ceiling windows. Its two horses power slowly in a pleasing rhythmic tempo of their own, now nearing the view of the out of place man.

    "Me brother! Look!" Banduck calls for his brother, Welit, sitting inside the dark enclosed wagon. The dwarven brother quickly opened the windows to peek, and from there acknowledged the weird circumstance.

    "By the mountain smiths, Banduck! I told yer to ignore any weird getup, it is very common for road bandits to roam this parts of the main road to Vanadheim! An obvious play dead trap while his lackeys hid to catch us by surprise!" Welit warned Banduck, as they slowly and carefully surveyed their surroundings.

    "Bah! Welit, you dumb dwarven drunk, haven''t you noticed that this is an open plain? Surely any type of ambush is not possible!" Banduck mockingly laughed, and points his index finger to Welit.

    "Hah! What ever ya say me brother, me wont lay hands on that one if I were you." He said.

    Banduck slowly walked towards the unconscious, Lucius. And slightly kicked him by the toes. The man slightly groaned, but nothing of the weird surprised the brothers just yet. The next one to check was Welit, holding his mace just to be safe and sound, poking Lucius and now turning him upwards.

    "Well I''ll be damned! Is that not some fine armor there me brother? Well hammered I say! But the metal works are similar to one of those arrogant Vanadian knights!" Banduck exclaimed, as he also inspects the unconscious man some more.

    "Hmmf! And you want to save this stranger? What if he''s one of them, what if he betrays us, brother?!" Welit upsettingly shouts a question, which made his brother face him.

    "I understand me brother, I understand your anger...how long was it since we got exiled from our homeland, and how many times we got kicked out from doing business? But remember this brother, in this troubled times, being a good Samaritan is enough for us to be happy! Didn''t both grandma and grandpa told us to do good, for surely it will grant us good in return.¡± Banduck said to his brother, staring straight to his eyes.

    ¡°Ya know what me brother? I will give you one last chance on this one, if he so betrays us in the future, I will kill this lad meself, yer got that?!¡± Welit promised Banduck.

    ¡°Aye! You have my word my, brother!¡± Banduck smiled.

    They slowly removed the armor of Lucius, turning him every bit of the way, inspecting further details as they securely put his belonging inside a wooden chest. Both the brothers heaved easily as they carried him towards the wagon, laying there on a different material, wooden planks and on top a brown animal carpet, some with bits and bristles of haystack. It was morning when the brothers found Lucius, and nearly approaching evening when they got to the nearest village, the closest one with no ties to Vanadheim, the "Nameless Village". Their wagon slowly rode towards the said village, and just before nearing its entrance, its many houses can be seen from afar ablaze with high raging fire, thick black smoke coming from every direction. As if a cursed place. The dwarven brother¡¯s were not strangers to such brutal raid, as they calmly talked about their past, a similar scenario they compared. Coming in its fuller view, the night within the village was engulfed in infernal colors of red, many bodies pile the dirty floor, a mountain of bloody flesh, and doors opened forcefully by knights clad in white, wizards casting flame spells towards the flesh mounds. Many screams were filled with terror as both men and women are either burned with wizard fire or stabbed with a spear.

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    ¡°By the mountains¡­wha-¡° Banduck gasped with teary eyes, an expression of sudden terror.

    Indeed both were experienced in passing through a destroyed or looted village. But to witness a raid itself  firsthand, only added regret and disturbance. Why would knights raid a village and destroy it by fire? Banduck cried and looked downward on the bloody dirt, a still breathing young lady filled with deep burns on her face, gasping hardly for air. He tried to approach, but was quickly stopped when he saw a nearby knight behead the lady.

    ¡°WHAT ARE YOU-¡° He tried to scream in defiance, but was quickly grabbed by Welit around the arm to stop his distressed brother.

    ¡°Don¡¯t be stupid me brother, they are Vanadian knights! I have heard somewhere that the king had enough with this nameless village, as their local leader rejected submission and instead fought back against Vanadheim and its corrupt influence¡­¡± Welit explained quetly.

    And just before they hop back inside their wagon, they were greeted by a captain class knight, pointing dangerously by the back of Welit''s neck.

    ¡°And what do we have here? Care to explain what your lowly kin is here for, hmmmmm?¡± The knight asked, now pointing his sword on Welit¡¯s throat.

    ¡°We are merchants, lad¡­we have ties within the great plaza of Vanadheim.¡± Welit explained, as he carefully showed a small emblem, bearing a golden screaming hawk, encrusted with a red crown.

    Suddenly, the knight slapped Welit¡¯s left cheek with his side blade, making the dwarf bleed.

    ¡°HOW DARE YOU?!¡± Banduck tried to reach for his hidden mace, but Welit grabbed him faster.

    ¡°I am okay, me brother.¡± He said while holding his bloodied left cheek.

    ¡°Go on you bearded people, fight back, that we might add your small heads on that pile over there! My name is Garlandth Fonthurman, the captain leading this raiding party, what is your name, you two?! Answer me quickly!¡± The captain demanded.

    Hearing the commotion. The knights and some wizards eagerly surrounded both dwarves, as they hurled curses and mocking words towards the brothers.

    ¡°Me name is Welit, and me brother here is Banduck, I am deeply sorry for my brother, please forgive us lord Garlandth¡­¡± He bows, Banduck teary eyes cannot look at his brother¡¯s humiliation.

    ¡°Look¡­do not ever call me ¡®lad,¡¯ are we clear? Heck! You have to thank because I only slapped your brother instead of licking my boots. But you know what, give me something beautiful, something worth my annoyance to you merchants, and I will grant you passage!¡± Garlandth said, still eyeing Banduck.

    ¡°Yes lord Garlandth.¡± Welit replied.

    ¡°Tssk! No, what I want is for your brother to act there as his punishment for talking back.¡± He ordered, eyeing intently at Banduck.

    Welit nodded and whispered something to his brother.

    ¡°I beg you Banduck to behave, just this once, for our safety and the man¡­¡± Welit pleaded.

    Banduck stared at Welit for three seconds and walked towards their wagon, and from his side as he walked, a wizard tripped his stubby feet and laughed. All of them mocked and pointed fingers at them both. But luckily, Banduck remembered their pride as Dwarves, the pride of smithing, invention and trading. He remembered to not engage when necessary, for their time of evil will cost them their fortune of fate. Banduck quickly scanned for their valuables, to offer towards the arrogant captain, but found none. Its because their recent trip was of scouting other villages and kingdoms for trade routes, and they did not bring any equipment of business for it is just unnecessary weight.

    ¡°Damn it all! To damnation with that fool knight! If only we brought some extra stuff¡­¡± Banduck muttered as he rush and look for something of value.

    ¡°Hey, what are you doing inside there you small gramp, I told you to bring me something of value! For payment of your cute attitude, I¡¯ll give you one more minute, you better hurry or I¡¯ll take your wagon or burn it!¡± Garlandth warned, as they all laughed once again.

    ¡°Please! Please! Just something¡­¡± He nervously muttered.

    And finally there he noticed the belongings of Lucius, a shiny chest plate branded with a large red cross at its center, and with light chainmail attached on its shoulder piece.

    ¡°I am very sorry for what I¡¯m about to do, young lad¡­even though this would¡¯ve been a better offer for us brother¡¯s for rescuing you¡± Banduck said, while carrying it, and now slowly dropping it for everyone to see.

    Welit was wide eyed staring the item, and quickly looked at his brother in disbelief. Banduck cleared nodding that they have no other choice, but to get to the safety of the hideout and care for the stranger. Garlandth smiled, and tried the chest plate on. Surprisingly, fitting just right similar to his other set.

    ¡°Umm¡­if you may excuse us, we have a very important trade meeting for one of the lords within Vanadheim.¡± Welit announced, they quickly tried to left for the wagon but one of the knights blocked their path with his spear.

    ¡°Let them, they have already satisfied us well enough, gather the men! This village should be in shambles by morning, move gentlemen!¡± Garlandth announced.

    The brothers successfully saved their lives by sacrificing one of the belongings of Lucius, his Armor. To the dwarves it was indeed a massive slap to the face by giving someone an item that wasn¡¯t theirs, a mockery of good metal or business. The whole night they continued to the road with no sleep and food, only thinking of safely coming home, and quickly leaving the trail of despair, its memory on that village, death. They powered through, and now approaching the outer territory of Vanadheim kingdom. Its gigantic walls the same height of a stiff hill, nearly touching the low clouds, and now a visible gate so big as if built by a mountain ogre. The outer territory was not far off from the burning village, farm houses made of wood, and tired looking netizens working tirelessly its fields. Children fetch their own water with mothers chopping piles and piles of massive potatoes, while flags of vanadian symbol held by many knights on horseback, guarding the villagers. And the wagon finally went through the gate.

 Chapter 2 - Vanadheim

    "Vanadheim"

    It wasn¡¯t an easy feat by entering Vanadheim. Like a needle under a massive haystack, one must conform to its rules and regulations. And with massive restrictions comes with a massive tribute. The problem from the nameless village did not end there, for it was only the beginning for the brothers. And worst, they have a suspicious looking individual inside their wagon, a stranger to the kingdom, a stranger to their world. But luckily enough, the achievements of the dwarf brother¡¯s saved their predicament once more from the vanadian guards, their influence within the city walls and fame proved to be a useful tool, earning them a bit of respect, even though both sides are just playing mind games.

    ¡°Aye! Good eve there!¡± Welit said to one of the guards, while Banduck just recently finished talking to one of the gate guards.

    ¡°Hmm¡­that was very awkward me brother.¡± Banduck said shortly, as Welit now slowly guided their horses through the crowd, being careful not to bother anyone, especially of nobility status, for causing unnecessary commotion will hinder their way of transportation.

    ¡°Yer too tense me brother¡­at least for our small achievements gained some trust from those fools.¡± Welit replied, not in the good mood.

    The sudden groan and rustle from inside the wagon told the brothers of their stranger¡¯s current wellbeing. Soon Lucius will awake! And they must get to their headquarters as fast as possible, for they don¡¯t want the lad to suddenly panic and wander around.

    ¡°Looks like yer pal there is about to open his eyes!¡± Welit laughed. ¡°And me thinking we should probably go to a shortcut towards the ¡®Exile,¡¯ surely they will take care of em, before we set off for our business meeting.

    Banduck nodded, and patted his brother¡¯s shoulder, as they now continued their way through the crowded cobblestone road.

    Compared to the other kingdoms in Kindraire. Vrepia, Uthragon, Tel¡¯anurr and any other lesser territories cannot be compared to the likes of Vanadheim, for it is known for its endless wealth and influence throughout this magical world. Uthragon also called ¡°The Land of Barbarians,¡± is probably the most least developed of the four kingdoms, residing north in the chilly and barren wasteland. And at the very middle of Kindraire, where the elven kingdom of Tel¡¯anurr hides its presence, with the help of nature itself, well-hidden and shrouded with mystery, a very common trait, especially for the likes of the elven race. Compared that to the dwarves of the south, with now their scattered tribes everywhere, mostly residing where they can and muster to survive inside a hierarchy of races. Sadly, the southern lands are now plagued with wild beasts, orcs and the last remaining draconians, a land formerly driven with many brutal wars from all fronts. And with the already occupied southern territories, comes a new ruler in charge. The same king hailing from Vrepia kingdom of the eastern lands. Varagor ¡°The Brutal.¡± Opposite of Vanadheim, the eastern part of kindraire is another hell of a wasteland, and indeed similar to the chilly mounds of Uthragon. With a difference of craggy landscapes, sharpened earth and hot reddish sands that burns whoever touches it, a literal hell on Kindraire manifested. The infamous ruler is currently building his army of beasts, conquering the southern lands is not enough to quench the thirst of the draconian king, for it is only a small part of a bigger picture, the domination of Kindraire under the race of beasts. And Varagor will not stop his plans nor let any hindrance block his progress, by taking over all three kingdoms, it is only a matter of time before another war breaks loose.

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    The mentioned headquarters was just a literal run down of an old tavern, or maybe a well-planned disguise by the dwarven brothers and the so called ¡°Exile.¡± The wagon stopped its course just beside the ominous establishment. Where they now slowly lifted Lucius, making sure to not suddenly awaken their strange guest. Opening the locked double doors is foolish enough for the brothers, forcing Banduck to perform what seems a coded stomp on the hard wooden floor. What greeted the tired trio was a young lady in her mid-twenties. A brunette so slim and tall, wearing linen dress and hood. The almost laughable sight as she towered them both with a mocking smile.

    ¡°What in the blazes Banduck and Welit?! What¡¯s up with the rush, and who mig¡ª? ¡°She tried to asked, but quickly dismissed by another coded signal from Banduck via handsign.

    It was very obvious to her that they needed immediate care, for the dwarves were heaving from the weight of Lucius. She opened a single door using a spell that draws a key, from way deep back at from the front desk on the old tavern, she led them straight through dark straight corridors. And finally a left corner room, equipped with fine bright lanterns and a double bed. Both Banduck and Welit slowly lay the man, while quickly lay themselves also beside, for they were weary and tired, catching their breathes every effort they can muster. The lady went back shortly with a tray of newly baked bread and beer for both dwarves, ending it as she put a steamed towel on the forehead of Lucius. The duo finally slept, groaning from the long day of work, waking in intervals just to drink beer until the cycle continues. The hours went by, and now it was morning.

    ¡°Aye! Nothing like a fine beer after lifting that lad here, ahahahhaahah!¡± Welit blurted, still slightly drunk while also laying there, full bellied.

    ¡°Thank you very much for that Nina! Yer sure the best guard maiden we can have! Thank youuuu¡ª.¡± Banduck drunkenly said, while he wobble walked for another round of beer.

    Nina covered her smiling face from the embarrassment, while she stared what¡¯s in front of her, two drunken brothers being foolish of themselves while their strange guest lie there hopeless, and might awake from all the noise. She slept on a nearby desk until morning came.

    ¡°HHmmmf¡ª¡° Lucius groaned, as he slowly turned sideways.

    Nina was caught by surprise and nearly held her hidden dagger from the right boot. And by the time their drunkenness passed, Nina finally asked a question.

    ¡°Banduck and Welit¡­can you please explain what happened? And who in the blazes is that man?!¡± She asked, holding her temper for the dwarves.

    Banduck stared at the man for three seconds before answering.

    ¡°We we¡¯re just about our way on the main road as usual, when we spotted him, and it seems he had a much worse one¡­¡± He said soflty.

    ¡°And yer still wantin¡¯ to drag his sorry ass in here? Me brother is wanting to be a good dwarf without being realistic! Aye we could¡¯ve arrived here much faster without yer yapping!¡± Welit drunkenly said.

    ¡°And without his belonging, HIS own belonging! We could¡¯ve died at those scummy vanadian knights! Whether we liked it or not, the main road still passes that nameless¡­¡± Banduck tried to continue, but instead lament from those sad memory back on that event.

    ¡°The nameless village? I heard recently from one of the city folks that the king finally ordered the golden hawks to make amends with the mayor from those parts, the knight led by Garlandth...¡± Nina revealed.

    ¡°Amends¡­AMENDS?! They killed the villagers Nina! They killed ol em¡­¡± Welit upsettingly said while bursting in tears.

    ¡°So that¡¯s why his cheeks are wounded! He got himself to a fight!¡± Nina realized, as she now patted the dwarves head, and embraced them like a younger sister that cares for her brothers.

    ¡°Dang it¡­if only we can strike back on those scum! What is the news from the underground Exile?¡± Banduck asked Nina, while they stare at nothingness.

    ¡°They are planning to form an alliance with the local vigilante group and city rebels, a massive revolution against the king¡­¡± Nina revealed to them, making both wide mouth opened.

    ¡°But that¡¯s risky and dangerous! Can¡¯t they wait for us to have the deal with the mayor, we have connections as traders?! If they move now, many people will get caught in a deadly crossfire!¡± Welit warned.

    ¡°And doing nothing is not any better Welit! How many more innocent villages will have to slave themselves without a fight? You witnessed it yourself, nobility here in Vanadheim doesn¡¯t equate to dignity! They are only working for dirty money, a status, a label so fake while their lords, especially while the king control his people, this is reality, accept it.¡± Nina said bluntly while staring intently at him.

    ¡°Agh¡ª¡°Lucius groaned, now gaining consciousness by each passing second.

    ¡°Welp, there goes your friend, finally awake!¡± Nina smiled at both.

    ¡°Thank the mountain smiths¡­¡± Banduck replied, as they all watched Lucius rise slowly to stretch not fully opening his eyes.

    ¡°W-where am I¡­" He groaned clutching his stomach, with blurry visions.

 Chapter 3 - Vanadheim II

    II.

    The three watched Lucius in curiosity and awe, while he to slowly regain both his vision and consciousness. They all smiled and the dwarves jumped in glee for their guest is finally awake. Nina in disbelief not because of his awakening, but from where is the man from? What is his story? And what has happened to him to be just laying beside a dirt road, in the middle of nowhere.

    ¡°Hah! I told ye me brother! He¡¯s alive and well.¡± Banduck laughed and he joyously high fived with Nina.

    ¡°Hmmf! Yer still should be wary of him, aye lad! Are ye an enemy or foe?¡± Welit bluntly asked, clutching a short cudgel.

    Lucius rubbed his temples and banged his head with soft fists strikes to somehow recover some focus.

    ¡°Sorry about that sir¡­it¡¯s just that my hearing is quite a bit off. And no, I am not an enemy nor foe¡­¡± Lucius softly uttered while still rubbing his temples.

    ¡°Ah wait! Gentlemen please wait for me here, I will get some breakfast for everyone. Just have to visit the Guild right quick, see ya!¡± Nina announced storming out of the room.

    ¡°So¡­are you good there lad? How is yer body feeling?¡± Banduck asked, staring at the man.

    ¡°Oh, thank you very much for asking sir¡­I actually feel good now compared to last night, I was feverish, but now quite hungry hehe...¡± Lucius replied, stretching his arms.

    ¡°So he was already good last night¡­did he heard our conversation? It weren''t for Nina''s healing. I doubt he''ll survive another day. Yet still, how come I feel some ominous magical aura, as if his different from us...¡± Welit considered, shaking his thought away, not wanting to alert both his brother and the stranger.

    ¡°By the mountain smiths! Now that yer well, could you tell us what happened to ya back from that road? Last I check it is a very same strategy used by bandits, fooling their victims by using someone as a bait, like a fake damsel. But, in your case when we checked you thoroughly with me brother, its as if you got siphoned by something, the sudden magical deficit showed under your eyes that same morning, but now I can finally sense your magic, so what happened lad?¡± Banduck finally asked a question, hoping to finally hear a clear conclusion to what really happened to Lucius.

    Welit crossed his arms, with obvious anticipation. But Instead of answering right away. Lucius stared back as if blown by a weird question. A road? What road and where? Magic and Aura? "What in the blazes" he wondered. With jumbled storm of images passed his memory in that instant. He remembered clearly the slaughter from their enemies, of how they breached through the defenses, and one by one how his comrades lost their lives in front of him. And the very last thing he remembered was how he got stabbed, leaving the other remaining knights to the same deaths.

    ¡°If I have to be completely honest sir¡­I am very sure I DIED. What I remembered was, we were losing a hopeless war, in the deep dark evening, at the middle of a foreign desert we held a defensive stand. I, one of their captains, did try my best to manage them, to hold my comrades tight together, hoping to win and escape. But eventually, one by one, my fellow captains died in front of me, many men lose their lives till the last one standing. And the last thing I saw or remembered, are two knights being hacked to death left and right, until my consciousness swallowed me¡­ ¡° Lucius said, while looking down on his palms, teary eyed.

    The brothers stared at Lucius with saddened expressions. Welit the first one to comfort him by a quick hug and a pat on his shoulder, and Banduck with a slow handshake. And both pumped their chest with their right fists, sign of a warriors respect.

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    "Wha--" Lucius uttered.

    ¡°We are truly sorry, We were wrong about suspecting about you lad¡­¡° Welit said with a smile, ending it all with a quick bow.

    ¡°And it turns out, you might be different from them, the knights of this kingdom...but that isn''t important right now! Heck, you''ll definitely fit with the mercenary band if yer willing lad!¡± Banduck offered with a smirk.

    "I am very glad to somehow ease your view of knights or any other warrior class at that. I am no innocent nor pure, but I have my conscience to trust. And as for your offer, I will think about it." Lucius smiled faintly, returning a bow of gesture.

    "GLAD TO HEAR THAT LAD!" Both Welit and Banduck said, laughing foolishly after.

    Shortly, Nina finally returned carrying a wooden round tray. On top are various foods like leavened bread, grilled tomatoes and the main dish being four bowls of newly cooked garlic soup for each of them to enjoy.

    ¡°Let me help milady¡­¡± Lucius stood and helped Nina prepare their breakfast.

    "What?" She thought for a second.

    Nina blushed from the offer, and hid her expression. A surprising offer from a knight. The negative meaning of that word ingrained to the likes of those from below the hierarchy in this kingdom. And of Kindraire in general. One would think that all kinds of knights will have no distinction from one another. But to her, its as if Lucius did not belong in this world, quickly putting that hunch aside. The four went on, enjoying their meal to its fullest, talked and laughed while enjoying the banter between the dwarf brothers. Lucius, told them about his adventures while on his duty being a knight crusader. With many tales to choose from, it was indeed a serene moment. And from the perspective of Nina, it¡¯s as if she finally found temporary peace at that moment, smiling brightly from ear to ear. A perfect reaction, as the morning sunlight reflect from the room¡¯s single window. Disguising the fact that a revolution may start at any moment, their very group being a crucial part of it, the Exile.

    ¡°Aye Nina¡­yer good, girl?¡± Welit asked Nina, snapping her from deep thought.

    "I apologize for not introducing myself! My name is Lucius Vigo of Italy, former captain class at your service." Lucius jokingly said, and stood proud with a bow.

    "And me name is Welit Deepstone, me brother is Banduck Deepstone! The best dwarven smithy in Vanadheim, both in invention and trading!" Welit proudly announced, making the girl chuckle once more.

    "And my name is Nina Sweetooth, the manager of this tavern, and one of the forerunners of our guild." She smiled, offering him a hand.

    They shook hands, exchanging smiles. Still, something is still bothering Lucius, not just the place but the brothers, and what they called Magic.

    ¡°Once again, I am very thankful and glad for what you¡¯ve all done for me. For saving my life, giving me shelter, and a very delicious meal at that.¡± Lucius said, looking at them with a bright expression.

    "Glad to be of help lad! I hope for you to return that favor someday eh?" Welit jokingly said.

    ¡°Umm, I don¡¯t mean to sound ignorant or rude¡­but when you said dwarves, like those mythical creatures from fantasy books?¡± Lucius finally asked, implying about their appearance.

    The three blinked in disbelief until all of them laughed loudly.

    ¡°HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Lad¡­isn¡¯t it obvious by how we appear to ya? Don¡¯t yer worry! We have the same case from people who haven¡¯t seen our ilk, or only read about us in magical books of knowledge!¡± Banduck laughingly bellowed.

    ¡°Interesting lad¡­so you¡¯re telling us you don¡¯t have our kind back from yer world? But Lucius¡­this is not fantasy, its reality! A world called Kindraire, a world filled with Magic!¡± Banduck revealed to Lucius.

    ¡°I-I don¡¯t know what to expect of this. I still cant get hold of all the information, Dwarves, Magic and of how I''m alive even though I died--¡± He simply replied.

    ¡°Look, if yer still dawdling yer head, why not visit the guild and ask around?¡± Welit proposed.

    "There good people! Yer bound to find someone of the same mind I say! Sadly, tis'' morning we''ll have to attend a very important meeting at the central plaza. I would like for Nina to stay behind and to explain more, but she is needed as a representative..." Banduck announced, suddenly in a serious tone.

    Oh! No problem, no problem. Please, I bid you safe travels!"

    ¡°Lucius, it is so much fun listening to your story, though the people from down below might be of better help at explaining things than us. They are a very diverse group of individuals, different races but with the same heart. I know you will find someone or something that will finally answer your many questions.¡± Nina said to Lucius.

    ¡°But don¡¯t yer worry, the next mornin¡¯ we¡¯ll be back here. For now, talk to the lads below and find something interesting. Oh! And remember the password is Bearded Gnome.¡± Banduck said, as the three stormed out from the room, leaving Lucius with a nodding head.

    Still wanting to rest, and piece the puzzles of his jumbled mind. He remembered once again that moment at the castle.

    "Damn it! Are you out of your mind Lucius? Get serious now captain, wake up! This is our reality, and we must fight it, no one will save us but ourselves, do you hear me?"

    Lucius remembered the echoing words of Captain Marco. For at that time at the castle walls. He was not himself, both physically and mentally. A struggle where Lucius questioned his purpose in that never-ending cycle of war and death. And to be broken by death, the irony of life answering ones question with something, something out of this world. And if the truth is already in front of him, being revived in a strange world. Then the answer to his question back from the castle might not be so simple yet amusing to believe.

    "Magic..." He whispered, laying there on the bed all alone with newfound knowledge.

    ¡°Marco and Anton, may you both rest in peace!¡±

 Chapter 4 - Lies not told, Wickedness behold

    "Lies not told, Wickedness behold"

    It has been two days since the dwarves escaped the nameless village, with their lives still intact. By night time when they entered Vanadheim. At the same time, far south-west of the vanadian border. What formed is a brief meeting between two captains. Garlandth Fonthurman, a raid captain in charge of the recent attack at the nameless village near the western territory of Tel''anurr, an elven kingdom. He''s about to meet up with his fellow captain named Jerome Bucklesweat. Another higher knight class, within the same league with Garlandth. Both bearing the emblems of golden hawks, a symbol of rulership and dominance. The other captain just finished his own raiding expedition from the far cold north, near the borders of the vicious barbarians, called Uthragon. A recent encampment, housing many refugees or rebels. One week was planned just for this single mission, of hunting down unclaimed territories, widening the control of influence, but especially a wanted criminal on the loose. Vanadian king Odovacar Faux, ordered the ¡°Outliers,¡± a group of elite class warriors, feared and renowned from the western part of Kindraire. With Garlandth owning its first position, while Jerome coming at its second. The kingdom was hectic and tense from within, as their are many rumors passing around about an impending revolution, in which caused the mission. A conspiracy yet to be revealed, as the pendulum swings faster.

    The two captains met just north-west of the vanadian border. Garlandth arrived pretty late, while leading a massive line of thick iron carts, accompanied by many numbers of knights and wizards. Inside are either chained, tied and beaten up slaves of war, and among are fairly young women, and sadly young children. The minority mixed in them are wounded rebels, identifiable with their motif of a blue dove patchwork on their torn old sleeves. One of the severely wounded rebels are shouted both in pain and anger, requesting for his immediate death, mocking the captain for they already know themselves what awaits inside the kingdom.

    ¡°U-Ugh¡­bastards!¡± The wounded guy spat blood, staring at Jerome with extreme hatred. His blood coloring the bars he held.

    ¡°Shut your mouth! Captain Jerome, we should just kill this fool, a literal deadweight to us anyway!¡± One wizard demanded.

    ¡°Ah, but you see¡­he still has some use to us, No! every one of them has their part of course! Let em live for a while.¡± Jerome smiled.

    ¡°But¡ª¡°

    Instead of words, what followed is the sound of the wizards head dropping on the ground. The same instance they realized that Jerome was already at the front, walking towards Garlandth.

    ¡°KYAAAAAAAAHH!¡± One terrified woman cried, same with the others, realizing that any resistance is futile.

    The gathered men mumbled among themselves from the brutal spectacle. They didn''t blinked yet the captain appeared faster than a shadow! And the laughter of Garlandth is heard as he welcomed his fellow captain.

    ¡°My, my! Quick as always Jerome. You could¡¯ve have listened to his suggestion, my friend!¡± Garlandth jokingly said as he pat the left shoulder of Jerome.

    ¡°Enough with jokes Garlandth, I have no time for futile requests and nonsensical bickering¡­were sitting ducks over here! Wasting our precious time, instead of making progress back home! How about you listen and move your men already!¡± Jerome ordered.

    ¡°Now, now¡­of course, of course! Surely we¡¯ll get there and attend the grand ball!¡± He followed.

    "YOU will attend, I will manage the prisoners with their transportation down in the dungeons, this is how important our part. The king is impatient and doesn''t accept any delays!" Jerome said in a very serious tone.

    They both glanced at the already tense prisoners, and as expected if they do nothing to quiet them down. It will be a rough night for both of them, especially inside the kingdom until their transportation in the dungeons. And the last thing they want is to cause chaos inside, in the middle of the night.

    ¡°You there magic girl! Torrar is it? Put some silencing incantation for every prisoner. We don¡¯t want a noisy adventure do we?¡± Garlandth ordered one of the elite wizards, accompanying Jerome¡¯s regime, wearing a dark violet hooded robe, designed with intricate arcane letters.

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    ¡°As you wish, master Garlandth!¡± Torrar said.

    She slowly lifted both her outstretched hands with opened palms. Pointing towards the iron carts filled with people, and softly uttered.

    ¡°Silent meadows, crush the harrowing sounds of sirens, push onwards their particles, and swallow it whole! Incantation number six, Harrowing clasp of Sirens!¡± Torrar shouted, with shining purple embers seen inside her eyes.

    And within three seconds, the noise noticeably slowed down, until their mouths cannot produce any sounds or voice. The whole army cheered for a bit until Garlandth finally announced an order.

    ¡°Army of first to second! Listen closely, we are not to stop one bit, for we are nearing our home, wonderful Vanadheim! Move forward lest you don¡¯t want to lose your head! MOVE!¡± He ordered.

    The march started slow but gained a reasonably pace in which they conquered many miles more until the kingdom. The two captains talked about their raid exploits, especially the one mission Jerome was set, near the borders of Uthragon. As they walked, he led Garlandth towards the front iron cart, where a single prisoner resides from within, sitting in an awkward position. A sign of extreme fatigue, with bloodied bruises. The strange man not hidden with any upper fabric, showing his facial appearance. To Garlandth¡¯s shock, the man has a jaw or lower half of a red dragon, with a right arm full of draconian scales, missing his other. And eyes hidden by his silver hair, stricken with dried blood.

    ¡°Our most wanted draconian man, Maxinus. We caught him near the base of the cold mountains beside Uthragon. My intel was wrong sadly, it was not a massive encampment, but a single tent housing this hybrid fool! He willingly surrendered without a fight, and him being an infamous warrior. It is strictly advised from the start to capture him with at least one Outlier.¡± Jerome accusingly stared at the chained man.

    ¡°My¡­then it is indeed a good mission for both of us! Just some hundred casualties from our side, just to find the fool!¡± Garlandth said, hiding his true expression on the matter.

    ¡°This is our main objective from the start, my friend¡­to locate and capture this draconian rebel. And with his imprisonment, a lengthy torture will surely make him rat all Vanadheim¡¯s trouble. The secret mercenary guild called ¡®Exile,¡± The Blue Dove vigilantes and the last remaining rebels.¡± He followed.

    ¡°And what of his connection, I don¡¯t clearly get it. For who do he really work for? And are you sure you¡¯ll get a single letter out of him?¡± Garlandth followed.

    ¡°It is confirmed that he¡¯s a double agent for both the rebel army and Blue Dove. And as for the mercenary group, I''m quite sure¡­that is why I keep reminding you the possible outcome that we might get in wringing him out of information, he is a big deal whether we like it or not.¡± Jerome cleared.

    ¡°I suggest for you to inform our king about the matter, as soon as possible when we enter. And as for me, I will handle the rest..." Jerome bluntly said, gaining a lead in front of Garlandth.

    ¡°Well¡­I have one also Jerome! My trip from the nameless village was for naught. During our burning, one alleged rebel member pleaded to us with some VALUABLE information about a three faction meeting¡­¡±

    With sudden interest. Jerome glanced back at him while still walking. Eyeing his fellow with seriousness. Garlandth shrugged and smiled at his friend, as he catch up to explain some more.

    ¡°You see, it is revealed to me that all their leaders from Exile, Blue Dove and the rebels will meet up in a secret underground sewer, rumored to be at the central plaza. A well prepared schedule, a year in the making he said! And that¡¯s not all, apparently to him, a former Outlier will attend, representing the Exile group!¡± Garlandth revealed.

    Jerome suddenly stopped from walking.

    ¡°The former third Outlier, Conrad Darkweave! What in the blazes is going on...¡±

    ¡°Is that all you¡¯ve gathered, nothing more?¡± Jerome asked.

    ¡°Eh, that is all we got from the foolish rebel¡­before we killed him, of course!¡± He smiled.

    Jerome nodded, and continued on, leading the entire band at its front, beside his fellow captain. Out from all the Outliers. Both Jerome and Garlandth was the closest of ally, not trusting the others from their lists of elites. Jerome was older or wiser than his friend, but has extreme physical prowess, challenging those even with innate talent for magic. While Garlandth on the other hand may seem childish, but was gifted with immense arcane power and aura, in which helped him by mastering ¡°The Three Arcana,¡± the core foundation of magic in Kindraire. The two didn¡¯t trust their fellow Outlier without a word from the other. And so their bond throughout the ages became solid, and treated each other as a true brother.

    ¡°It has been bothering me with curiosity, but what in the blazes are you wearing? Where is your issued armor?¡± Jerome asked.

    ¡°Hah! You see I also met this dwarven brothers. An interesting pair I tell ya! They owned an emblem, sadly...one of em called me ¡®lad¡¯ instead of my name! Heck, if it weren¡¯t for me they would¡¯ve been blasted the second they entered that measly village.¡± Garlandth said with a quick laugh.¡±

    ¡°Probably one of our local merchants¡­that chest plate suits you well but discard it once we enter, that cross irks me for some reason.¡± Jerome requested, giving a bad look at the armor.

    ¡°Now that you think of it, this symbol looks familiar, but is nowhere found throughout the many kingdoms of Kindraire. Don¡¯t you agree?¡±

    ¡°Hmf, considering our pasts, before waking up here in Kindraire. The likes of us being labeled as an ¡®Outlier.¡¯ Same for me actually, that cross does bring back some distant memory, a memory that should be forgotten! Lest we anger the king.¡± Jerome said, seeming more of an order than a answer.

    ¡°Tssk! Whatever¡­¡± Garlandth yawned.

    ¡°Did you even searched their vehicle? I don¡¯t want to ask any more but, you do know that is a common procedure when inspecting a visitor ? Working within the kingdom doesn''t excuse anyone, you know that.¡± He asked, with one lifted eyebrow.

    ¡°Nah¡­considering the squads mission and our designated time of reunion. It was hopeless to waste my time to those creatures, and the only thing they did good was to give me this metal.¡± Garlandth followed while pumping the foreign chestplate with his fist.

    ¡°Right¡­¡±

    It took them a full two hours of marching until they reached the perimeter of Vanadheim. Lining up the seemed endless long caravan of slaves. They slowly entered the pearly gates, led by the two captains. And from there they parted ways, Garlandth went straight towards the royal hall, while Jerome accompanied by the wizard Torrar, head down towards the massive dungeons of Vanadheim. Hundreds of empty old cell opened as one by one, filled with individuals whose fate is still undecided. They threw the draconian man in a well lit cell, guarded by two elite warriors, and one being Torrar as their wizard.

 Chapter 5 - Lies not told, Wickedness behold II

    II.

    Deep beneath the city streets of Vanadheim. Is a hidden massive dungeon that can house thousands of thousands of prisoners. But the quiet empty complex, will soon be filled by the many who awaits their fate. The second outlier named Jerome, remained to supervise and look after the whole procedure of transportation. Lining the hundreds to a four line walk, chained and beaten as they all pass through the already narrow dungeon corridors. Every corner is guarded by an elite guard, one being equivalent of a 5 regular vanadian knight. To some guards, it was already a big surprise upon looking at the massive number of prisoners, nearing to a one thousand number. Will their formation as guards hold them all if they escaped? Fear lingered to some, but with their captain¡¯s presence, Jerome. They were all confident and proud of his mighty assistance, an unstoppable force to be reckoned with. And with an extra help from a higher elite wizard like Torrar. It seemed like a guaranteed successful transportation. With its full procedure took them 60 minutes of time to jail them all. Both the captain and dungeon elite guards expected the people to protest, make noise and shake the already tense complex. But it was no use, and with the help of Torrar¡¯s incantation spell. It will take a week before the spell is due, expected by Jerome for her to take part of.

    ¡°Captain! All prisoners are properly caged and set. Locks, wards and even lady Torrar¡¯s spell is at its work, awaiting orders!¡± One elite guard bowed.

    Jerome signaled with a wave to dismiss the guard, and faced Torrar. She has been one of the leading wizards of Vanadheim, a top class elite student, hailing from their local academy called ¡°Arcana Magi von Academia.¡± A prestigious academy, teaching only those who are gifted with immense and massive potential, cut from a different cloth. It has been only two years since Torrar served Jerome as his personal assistant mage. At first it was very hard for the shy wizard, only talking to her superiors when asked. The same can be said to Jerome, as he only has life of fire just for his position, only to serve his king. But to him, if Garlandth is his brother, Torrar was like a daughter. He smiled from his thoughts while staring at Maxinus, the most wanted individual from the west. Noticing her captain¡¯s expression, she slowly pulled the cowl of her hood, as if a shy gesture, not wanting for her superior to notice.

    ¡°Thank you for your efforts, little Torrar¡­¡± he said while smiling, and slowly stared at the high profile prisoner.

    ¡°It was nothing my captain, it is a wizard¡¯s duty to listen and execute any orders coming from a superior¡­¡± She said, still looking down.

    ¡°Enough with the formalities, I am strict, but it can be annoying sometimes¡­¡± He said with what seemed a forced smirk.

    Torrar was surprised on the sudden change of her captain, she saw similar scenarios. But she thought it was weird of him to say that, even through the two years that she served the man. It¡¯s as if Jerome slowly showed his true personality, hiding behind strict rules of his master, from his cruel king.

    ¡°Killing and being killed in this world is a normal occurrence, Torrar. I am mature enough to think before an action, and yet I killed that one wizard, beheaded him without a second thought¡­I was stressed and angry from the duty of hunting this foolish man.¡± He uttered, a twitch from his eyebrows.

    ¡°Death itself is a normal occurrence, sir Jerome. And with that despicable man questioning a solid order, and to potentially halt our progress is not by any means a wrong action¡­¡± She followed quickly with a glance.

    ¡°And yet here I am, staring at him, wondering what kind of creature is he, instead of acting on my promise of torturing him until he pleaded of death. I instead acted it out on that one fool.¡±

    ¡°What do you mean, captain?¡± She asked.

    ¡°First answer me this Torrar...Is it not better to trust those who are stripped with their fake personality, rather than those who still cling to it, desperately convincing people that they themselves cannot hurt a single ant?¡± He asked, now turning to her.

    From that question she winced, is there a hidden meaning perhaps, ¡°Does he know?¡±

    ¡°You acted based on your instinct, yet still. It was all you, still YOU¡­¡± Torrar claimed, glancing at the side, not wanting to reveal her expression, grief.

    ¡°Whether you acted because of loyalty for the vanadian law or for personal issues. It was your hand, your physical body, your thought of decision. But it was the real you.¡± She followed.

    ¡°You are right, Torrar. It goes to show that no one in this world is pure, anyone, even an ally or friend. Not even ourselves can be trusted, but what¡¯s more important, is that we have the will to decide and do good, even if its against the influenced that grip us still.¡± He smiled, turning again towards Maxinus.

    Torrar slowly pulled back, and looked away.

    At that moment, the night was very quiet, even amidst their duties down the deep dungeon. When suddenly an eruption shook the whole structure, near towards the royal vanadium hall where the king resides, and where Garlandth went earlier!

    ¡°Wha¡ª¡° Garlandth stummered.

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    ¡°That was too powerful and massive! What the heck are they doing over there?!¡± Torrar panicked, trying to use arcane dynamics, secretly to track the destruction coming from.

    ¡°CAPTAIN JEROME! URGENT, CAPTAIN GARLANDTH IS CURRENTLY IN COMBAT AS WE SPEAK! OUTSIDE THE HAL¡ª¡°

    ¡°DAMN IT! WHAT IS THE STATUS OF OUR KING, ROYALTIES AND CIVILLIANS?!¡± He demanded as he suddenly reappeared next to the man, and grabbed him by the collar, coming so fast like a flickering light.

    ¡°I-IT WAS A DISASTER CAPTAIN! THE STREETS FILLED WITH CRATERS AND DEAD BODIES! THE KING--!¡± The man shouted with grim expression.

    ¡°WHA¡ª¡° Jerome quickly pushed the man away and started to run as fast as he could.

    ¡°TORRAR! TAKE THE REIGNS FROM HERE ON!¡± Jerome¡¯s voice trails away far from the low complex.

    ¡°If I use dash step, I will arrive there quicker! Damn Garlandth¡­hold it!¡± He promised.

    ¡°NOTED MY CAPTAIN!!¡± Torrar shouted behind the now seemed shadowy figure of her captain.

    ¡°It¡¯s that bastard Conrad! He promised that the civilians will be safe¡­but what was that?!¡± She asked to herself, as she panicked and looked at Maxinus for answers.

    Within five seconds of cryptic chanting. The jail housing Maxinus suddenly opened, and before the guards noticed what happened. They were already paralyzed, and slowly slept on the cold dungeon floor.

    ¡°Cold tempest of hard metal, binds that crumble under swift wind! Incantation number five, Piercing Unbind!¡± Torrar chanted, the magical binds of Maxinus instantly exploded in violet particles, freeing his whole body.

    ¡°What in the blazes were they thinking?!¡± Maxinus asked, as his single arm hold onto Torrar.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know damn it! Let us just get out of here quickly before we found big trouble! The whole kingdom is at high alarm! We might as well meet with Conrad, and know the answers!¡± Torrar suggested, while they both ran, using weird magic that makes them reappear on short intervals. Dodging many elite guards until they finally exit the vanadian dungeon.

    -

    The streets spiraled into a huge chaos. A sea of both disoriented soldiers and civilians filled the now narrower streets. With their kingdom walls not hiding the erupting and booming sounds of panicked shouts, explosions and cries. From afar, just before the boundary before the outer villages, a hooded figure walks towards the chaos, appearing as if a shadowy mirage that penetrates tangibles structures, until in finally inter the vanadian kingdom.

    -

    At the same time. Nina put a steamed towel on the forehead of Lucius, still in a squirming fever, yet lying there like a calm feather. The dwarf brothers admired the young lady, as she shows care for their strange guest. Twenty years ago, Nina was just but a child. A child of war whose parents died too early for her to even remember their faces. Both Welit and Banduck found the girl crying on the middle of a burning village, hidden under her father¡¯s dead body. The village said to have been a major battlefield between the two kingdoms of Vanadheim and Vrepia. Located far south-east of Tel¡¯anurr. The disputed village was already a lost cause for King Odovacar, as his nemesis Varagor of Vrepia was already a very powerful beast lord from the east. A power so great that the dispute only lasted within a one hour mark. At that time, the beast lord already established his grip among the mines of the southern dwarves. With some leaving their nameless territory, not wanting to work for an evil draconian. The dwarf brothers, among the refugees of that war, the same day they passed through that razed village. They Willingly adopted Nina as their own daughter, two different worlds yet met the same fate. The door slowly creaked opened as a black cloaked woman entered, bearing an urgent news for the three in the room.

    ¡°Edna, what is about?¡± Nina glanced back at her.

    ¡°Operation Phantom has started. Conrad is currently on his way with a reasonably amount of manpower, both from us and Blue Doves.¡± She announced.

    The three suddenly stood up to look at Edna, half her face hidden by shadow and the other highlighted by the piercing moonlight.

    ¡°Yer all nuts! Especially that Conrad lad! We already told ye last week that too many civilians will get caught! It¡¯s the trading season!¡± Welit fumed in frustation, not wanting any more death.

    ¡°And the group¡­why did you not console to us first?¡± Banduck followed.

    Nina tried to reply her own part, but was quickly dismissed by a hand wave from Edna.

    ¡°Fools, what did you expect will happen? Whether we like it or not, bloodshed is inevitable! Remember this Welit and Banduck¡­if it weren¡¯t for the group, all you three refugees would¡¯ve end up dead years ago! Conrad, just before he left the Outliers, tried his best to form the Exile. A mercenary group that challenges the status quo, where everyone is equal regardless of their background or heritage!¡± She angrily said, while pointing at the brothers.

    ¡°And? Yer gonna answer blood for blood? Just so ye know Edna¡­we dwarves could have fought back with our kin way back at our homeland! But me ancestor vain tells that our culture of smithing and trading is more important to preserve than to run towards a bloody ol war!¡± Welit claimed.

    Nina hugged Welit and put a hand on Banduck¡¯s shoulder, attempting to calm the brothers.

    ¡°Besides¡­ye telling us to acknowledge the lad Conrad about his achievements is nonsensical, WE ARE GRATEFUL! But have limits, is there any other way for the revolution to go for a more peaceful route¡ª¡° Banduck followed.

    ¡°I am wasting my time with the likes of you, there is nothing peaceful about our world, Kindraire. Not a revolution, no, It is a rebellion!¡± She said with a smirk.

    ¡°More like a massacre¡ª¡° Welit tried to protest.

    ¡°Hmm¡­¡± Edna laughed to herself.

    The serious conversation was robbed of its urgency by a loud snore. Lucius, now in a deep sleep, snoring loudly in the middle of the room. Edna walked towards the sleeping guest, blocked by Nina¡¯s outstretched hand.

    ¡°What is this? An important guest, or maybe a potential spy in Exile!¡± She said.

    ¡°The brothers found him nearly dead on a road, a days worth towards here. And judging by the fluctuations of his Arcane Aura, it¡¯s as if it got siphoned¡­¡± Nina glanced at the sleeping Lucius.

    ¡°Brilliant as always, lady Nina. But you have one thing wrong, it¡¯s not siphoned, but more like to build or reveal. In fact, as we speak this young man has a monstrous amount of Arcana that rivals our captains¡­¡± She said, slowly inspecting the man from afar.

    ¡°What do ye mean? When we found him, he was already half dead¡ª¡° Banduck said.

    ¡°Yes, it is true that much he suffered physically. If not for your help, he would¡¯ve been vulture food by now. But¡­magically? It¡¯s rising and building by the second! And with my prediction, by morning he will have a very, VERY high ceiling. A massive aura, and an elite potential¡­¡± Edna claimed, while staring.

    ¡°Could it be¡­¡± Nina asked.

    ¡°This man¡­he¡¯s an Outlier, comparably that of Conrad, Jerome, Garlandth and Susan!¡± Edna revealed.

    They were all mouth wide open upon hearing her speak. It was not mistaken. Edna Laurel, also called the ¡°Deep Mystic.¡± An individual who specializes in observation, prediction and premonition when it comes to a arcane potential. The number one mystic in their mercenary group, a professional recruiter of the Exile!

    ¡°Yer telling me that this man here, is an otherworldly individual who went beyond death, and got transported here in Kindraire?¡± Welit asked, still in shock with his brother.

    The two looked at Nina for reassurance.

    ¡°It should not be a question, big brother Welit and Banduck. When you brought this man, I already felt his otherworldly power, an immense aura so powerful that it made me question the sanity of you both¡­¡± She giggled.

    ¡°Well¡­a helpful dwarf, is a good dwarf ye?¡± Banduck followed.

    The three shared a laugh, while Edna still stared at the sleeping man.

    ¡°Now, if you want this Outlier to remain here, specifically near our beloved headquarters. Our officials will take note of this soon enough.¡± Edna warned, turning her back and walking towards the door.

    ¡±Bah! Do yer worse, and expect the three of us to swipe the smug faces of the rebel leaders tomorrow!¡± Welit followed.

    ¡°Don¡¯t ye worry lady Edna. We will sure to inform him of the group! He¡¯ll be at our side, not ye!¡± Banduck mocked.

    Nina slumped her shoulders from the reveal. A very tense conversation, still filled with doubts and many expectations, just from a single stranger. She now replaced the now stale towel and replaced it with a new steamed one. Edna paused for a moment at the door, as if a shadowy silhouette in the late night and continued her exit after a final glance at the sleeping man.

    "A new Outlier, a new power that may tip the favor of this kingdoms political struggle..."

 Chapter 6 - Lies not told, Wickedness behold III

    III.

    It was already too late when Jerome arrived at the great center plaza. The royal plaza situated exactly at the center point of Vanadheim, where the king''s Vanadium Castle stood tall. But upon his late arrival, many vanadian soldiers lay dead, with rebels who met the same fate. It was a massive battlefield of burning structures, craters all over the place and the crowd going wild from extreme panic and disorder. It was erupting of many spells thrown in all directions, causing many innocents to get caught in a crossfire between the invading rebel army, and the vanadian forces. Luckily enough, a decent number of wizards managed and held their ground as they accompany their vanadian brethren, by putting up a fair fight against the rebel magic users. But, it was futile as they were obviously outnumbered by the sheer rebel forces coming out from all angles, direction from within the nation itself! The invading forces came from inside broken houses, from the sewer entrances and from their disoriented crowd! They are wearing a very familiar motif, the ones similar from whom the two captains captured. The ones who are in jail right now, the vigilantes ¡°Blue Doves!¡±

    ¡°BOTH THE BLUE DOVES AND REBEL ARMY?! TORRAR¡­WHAT HAPPENED?!¡± Jerome panicked of how they escaped, or are they even the same people who are supposed to be caged?

    And what of his wizard in charge, Torrar Shackle''spark! He knew for a fact that she will not go down easily, especially when the dungeon complex is filled with elite guards, highly trained for their sole purpose! Yet somehow this vast amount of rebels is simply ridiculous.

    Both vanadian knights and wizards held their ground, maintaining security throughout the whole plaza.  With the ground sewers already opened, used by the Blue Dove Vigilantes, a rebel ally group. They were hiding under Vanadheim! And because both Jerome and Garlandth gotten the information as of recently as a hearsay, and both captains thought that the information was probably to lure them into a trap! With this chaos ensuing, one messenger quickly reported back to Jerome, explaining that even when the arcane alarms went off earlier, both royal defenders and Outliers numbering 3-6 were nowhere to be seen. And because the vanadium castle was untreated and unmanned, the king was assassinated earlier! It was a domino of events, one after another. The king finally died, the people on a massive stampede, and their so called defenders are nowhere to be seen!

    ¡°DAMN IT ALL!! WHERE THE HELL ARE THE KINGS DEFENDERS AND THE OUTLIERS?! DAMN IT ALL¡± Jerome screamed in frustration, wanting more to understand the situation in spite of chaos.

    Deeply from the earlier assault to which Garlandth fought and managed alone with their already few forces present. According to the messenger. The sewers was trapped with heavy explosives, and many people died of arcane explosion, directly under the kings hall! The black smoke raised upwards towards the dark of the night, seen by the whole kingdoms towers! A bloody mess it was, as both flesh and residual arcane magic splattered the whole place. Garlandth however, was bleeding from a deep slash wound around the back of his nape. Jerome stumbled upon seeing his wounded friend. He quickly rushed to tend to his wounds.

    ¡°By the resounding grip of resonance, tie those who not cling of such skin, penetrate with precision and resolution upon the wound. Incantation Number 1: Arcane Wound Bind!¡± He screamed with panic, while caressing the bloodied head of his friend.

    They were both in the middle of a large crater. Many broken and burning buildings only add to the already grim scenery while the once grand hall was burning from within now its charred castle walls. Many piles of civilians, rebels and royal guards color and fill the shallow craters of the magnificent vanadian streets. The very grim scenery that added deathly splendor to the once most secured nation of Kindraire. Now finally being stripped of its wealth by its own people and enemies.

    ¡°Ghk! I-its bad¡­very bad Jerome! Many civilians got killed, from royalty down to the innocent, I-I don''t know if some of important royal families got away to safety! They mus--¡± He panted, puking blood all over Jerome.

    ¡°STOP TALKING DAMN IT! THE SPELL IS NOT YET¡ª¡° Jerome said.

    ¡°It¡¯s okay¡­the wound from my vital point isn¡¯t deep enough to kill the likes of me! Ghhk--! But you must know of the identity of our enemies, I saw some a them, Draconians¡­¡± Garlandth calmly revealed, panting from all the exhaustion of battle.

    ¡°WHAT?!¡±

    ¡°Just before I got here, they were already killing people left and right! THE KING IS DEAD JEROME!! DRACONIANS...THEY ARE PROBABLY WORKING TOGETHER WITH THIS REBEL ARMY!¡± He revealed, a very grim and dark news that washed all over Jerome that made his entirety tremble.

    ¡°BUT HOW? WE COULD HAVE SENSED THEIR APPROAC¡ª¡°

    ¡°Have you heard of the 13 Serpents? The offspring¡¯s said to be sons and daughters of Varagor ''The Brutal'' of Vrepia. An infamous group rumored to be responsible of the southern genocide! Just like us Outliers, they are not of this world! Their magic is indeed of arcane structure and system, but they can conceal it! They are here for their half-brother, MAXINUS!¡± Garlandth revealed.

    Jerome already in a stressful panic, tried to run away and go back to the dungeon complex. Fearing that the draconians might free the angry prisoners within their territory!

    ¡°Fool, it is already too late, these rebel scum might have had help from within Vanadheim! Our mission was literally for nothing damn it Jerome!¡­" Garlandth pleaded while pushing his friend towards the vanadium hall where the throne is.

    "There must traitors within our forces-- NO, MAYBE WITHIN THE OUTLIERS THEMSELVES!" Jerome angrily concluded.

    "Get our king''s crown, Jerome! even if this nation is doomed to this downfall, as long as we have ''that'' then we have a chance to fight back and avenge our many fallen brethren, especially for King Odovacar!!" Garlandth pleaded, as he pushed Jerome more to leave and get something important out from the castle.

    The throne room was no any better than the bloody entrance. All the way from the shattered silver double gate, and towards the throne where their king sits. From its inside was more a mess with broken glasses and torn royal fabrics, many rebels loot the place of valuables items that are belonging to their countries'' royalty. The space was all torn apart, with blasted walls and its rooftop with missing chunks. The red carpet burning from arcane magic with the already shredded pieces of expensive cloth hanging from the ceiling. Jerome looked further near the throne, where the cold lifeless body of King Odovacar lay dead, missing both his eyes, as if gouged out. His majesty¡¯s crown bent and broken off the floor, dropping its iconic and single gem from the things slot. A dark violet gem, said to have aided the king, when he first fought off the draconians of Kindraire. When he was still a youthful Outlier, the very first of his kind to appear on this world three millenniums ago. Jerome quickly grabbed the thing and ran away towards the exit, from there he saw the whole area surrounded by many enemies, an invading army nearing eight-hundred strong, bearing both the Blue Doves and army of raggedy rebels.

    Stubborn Garlandth currently being tended by two healers, slowly stood up with a still bloody mouth. Staring back at the encircling invading army. Jerome finally went outside the king¡¯s hall to stand side by side with his so called brother in arms.

    ¡°Damn, the king is dead, and our few forces here is getting thinner by the second! I guess this is it¡­BUT THERE IS NO WAY THAT I WILL GO OUT WITHOUT A FIGHT!!¡± Garlandth angrily shouted at the massive army, surrounding the vanadium castle where the group of Jerome stand tall, just like a rat on a doomed corner, nowhere to run but fight!

    ¡°Hmmf! Go release it brother! It has been ages since I saw that ultimate of yours!¡± Jerome encouraged, quickly signaling all their few troops to take cover and guard their ears with arcane protection.

    ¡°ELYSIUM.¡± Garlandth simply uttered, as the dark night slowly turned into a grainy filter of gold.

    The clouded night parted, showing beams of light that shower over the royal town plaza until the very last edges of Vanadheim. Lighting the whole kingdom as a whole. From there on, countless magic circles appeared, hovering throughout the whole region, foretelling that something is about to appear.

    ¡°GABRIEL¡¯S HORN!¡± He bellowed after.

    The filter spread far and wide, engulfing the entirety of Vanadheim. What finally appeared from the ends of the magic circles are massive golden trumpets, encircling both the invading army and the trapped vanadian forces. While the fight goes on, somewhere deep at the south-west region, near at the dungeon cellars. Both Maxinus and Torrar are running towards a secret temporary hideout, to meetup and confront Conrad about the recent explosion. They were making progress through the chaotic crowd, dodging many guards on their way when the golden filter of Garlandth¡¯s ultimate finally reached on the markets. It is hard to notice, and seemed instantaneous when that horrifying arcane aura touched their own!

    ¡°What in the blazes is this aura?! It makes me shiver and fearful, it is already hard running through the crowd¡­¡± Maxinus anxiously said while glancing towards the now bright sky

    Both panting as they switched on another alleyway, avoiding an army of soldiers rushing towards the central royal plaza, where the ensuing battle goes on.

    ¡°It¡¯s his Elysium no doubt! It is Captain Garlandth¡¯s ultimate¡­the final form of an arcane release!¡± Torrar said, panting also from all the running.

    To her immediate horror, finally sensing the flicker and rise of some unknown magic circles hovering near the town plaza. The golden trumpets were nearly large as a small house, and long like an adult dragon. Those things gather particles of arcane magic from the surrounding atmosphere, sucking from the outside and into the very rims.

    ¡°Listen closely Maxinus, from here on guard your ears with an arcane protection. I¡¯m not quite sure about the powers of his Elysium, but just to be on the good side. We might as well guard ours from those trumpets!¡± She warned.

    And from there on, they charged full ahead against the currents of danger.

    Both the defending vanadian forces and invading army stared up above the now bright shiny sky, not with awe but with immense terror on their faces. With his still healing wounds. Garlandth managed to maintain his ultimate despite his heaving breath, a toll he must experience to overcome such numbers of adversaries!

    ¡°I MIGHT AS WELL JOIN THE PARTY!¡± Jerome shouted as he starts to ran towards the encircling enemies, now completely re-grouping to a thousand army strong, against two Outliers and their mere eighty strong!

    ¡°CRY! TAXIARCHIS!¡± Jerome bellowed, as what appeared on his right hand is a two handed heavy sword, sporting a wavy long blade like a flame. A solid dark red Flamberge!

    ¡°HEED MY VOICE YOU FOOLS! WITH YOUR DREADED FATE LIES AHEAD FOR REBELLING ON OUR BELOVED KINGDOM! YOU SHALL ALL LOSE YOUR HEADS!!¡± Garlandth shouted as he slowly looked towards the sky filled with his arcane weapons, Trumpets of Armageddon.

    ¡°AND WITH YOUR FOOLISH REBELLION. MEET YOUR DEATHS BY OUR KINGS REVENGE!!¡± Jerome followed, nearing at the opposing army with tremendous speed.

    ¡°AND WITH THIS LAST PRAYER. YOUR FATES HAS BEEN SEALED!!!¡± They both shouted in unison with their troops cheering and joining the battle, a great boost of morale.

    The trumpets of the bright sky thunderously bellowed with extreme shockwaves of energy. Faster than the ears can hear that shattered the brains of those rebels without proper protection. And with Jerome¡¯s crying sword, he unleashed so much fury as if the earths cracked open, a blade of flames sheer and burn through massive numbers of victims. With that, pandemonium has finally appeared in the once secured Vanadheim!

    ¡­

    ¡°What in the nine hells is going on, Captain Conrad!? You promised the group that it will be a very smooth assassination!¡± Maxinus thought to himself, while running side by side with Torrar. Still feeling the tremors of a nearby battle.

    They planned on confronting Conrad near the north-west of the vanadium castle, where some of his cohorts lay low, as they watch and instruct the blue doves encircling the two Outliers. For some reasons unknown, both Maxinus and Torrar expected the Darweaver captain to confront his former colleagues or join in with their rebel¡¯s troops to somehow assist them. But instead they found him staring at a blueprint, a plan unbeknownst to both of the friends. And when Maxinus and Torrar finally got near him. The captain quickly dispersed the said blueprint, canceling its arcane command.

    ¡°BASTARD! You promised to not hurt any civillians! What will they think of us now that we appear to them as more than mindless beasts?!¡± Torrar asked slamming on the round table in front of seated Conrad. ¡°Heck! Even if the rebellion is successful, would you think that our image is any better that the previous?!¡±

    ¡°Shut your mouth and listen, girl...¡± Conrad calmly said while crossing his arms, not glancing at the both of them.

    The captain is wearing a solid black trench coat, with matching boots and gloves. On top of his head is a wide flat top hat, designed with rusty chains that bear a badge of what seems a symbol of a torn skull to where a shadow is gripping.

    ¡°And what were you looking? Are you hiding something from us captain Darkweaver? Aren¡¯t we your allies here?!¡± Maxinus followed with an obvious scowl.

    ¡°There is nothing to hide but excitement, for the time has finally approached for us to de-throne the measly king of Vanadheim. Know this both of you¡­there is no such thing as a quiet or smooth rebellion, for there is no fruition without ripe bloodshe¡ª¡°

    Torrar slapped Conrad that agitated the guards beside the inner tent. Instead of an angry response from their captain, Conrad instead laughed calmly while slowly standing up from his chair. And from that tense atmosphere, he finally looked at the two companions, his very own pupils!

    ¡°Is this what I deserve for mentoring the likes of you? If I didn¡¯t show a new plan, then it isn¡¯t important that you must partake on! What¡¯s more important is after the ordeal¡­ ¡± Conrad said.

    ¡°Yes¡­after you betrayed our trust, even as promising to not involve the innocent lives of Vanadheim!¡± Torrar shouted back.

    ¡°Girl¡­do not utter the word ¡®betrayal¡¯ without knowing who you truly are! Remember, you grew up with ties of mercenary work, your sole purpose of studying in Vanadium von Academia is to serve Exile! Your origin and one true home! Last time I check the moment you left the dungeon cellar is when you finally BETRAYED your captain! It is pathetic and disgusting to hear from an individual who worked for the Outliers for two years while being a rebel rat! Do not test my patience girl¡­¡± Conrad bluntly pointed out, now sitting down once again to recall the strategies he planned before the two came in. In which shortly after, some members entered, high ranking leaders from all rebel groups of Vanadheim.

    A tall Oldman bearing many scars on his old wrinkled face, wearing a fine deep blue coat while walking with a cane. And finally a lady wearing what it seemed are nun clothes, bearing a symbol of a white cross from their local cathedral. This lady said to be one of the supporters of this rebellion. They both entered the captain¡¯s tent with confidence and aura as if they have a big role to partake. Hearing what her captain reminded made Torrar blushed in frustration and sadness. Her reaction was not of anger towards Conrad and his blunt response, but of the hard truth so obvious throughout her life. Seeing his companion¡¯s ordeal, Maxinus gently patted the crying girls back, to which she sobbed quickly. After all, between the three young friends that are Maxinus, Meda and Torrar. She was the youngest member of Exile, graduating the local academia in just 16 years of age and quickly serving Jerome the 2<sup>nd</sup> Outlier of Vanadheim. That was two years ago until this very moment of planned rebellion. He trusted her! And Torrar knows that the deed has been made of deceiving her former captain, solely for the betterment of society and its people.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

    The last one who entered is Edna Laurel. The second in command of Exile. With ¡°Deep Mystic,¡± as her title, an individual who supervises other fellow captains, and to which ways how their mercenary operations work. She once was a professor working at the prestigious Vanadium von Academia. In cahoots with Torrar as one of her students. They both attended and worked as their guilds spy or informer. Edna¡¯s loyalty is not of this country, she could care less about the fate of this doomed nation. For she knew what is about to happen after the elimination of both Garlandth, and especially Jerome! Edna the only one who knew of the numbers true meaning and purpose. To her, the Outliers do not mean a solid standing nor their true rank of power. But instead a placeholder to be feared by the people. It is true indeed that Jerome is under the rank of Garlandth who is at the top of their list, when in reality that the former is much stronger, older and well experienced than the other Outliers, making him the strongest warrior of Vanadheim. With this knowledge that caused all the rebel leaders to put their focus on Vanadheim¡¯s one true threat from its freedom, ¡°The Patron Vessel of Archangel Michael¡± Jerome Bucklesweat!

    She sat at the opposite angle of Conrad at the round table. The two Exile leaders faced the many leaders of different rebel factions, especially the old scarred man and the silent nun. Excluding the two friends, there were 13 important leaders within this secret meeting, dangerously beside the still ongoing battlefield.

    ¡°We have the right of say in this meeting! You all must listen, before excluding us! Just for what¡­the reasons that we are just pawns?!¡± Torrar frustratingly announced, which all gotten the attentions of the leaders.

    Edna simply signaled the two guards to force the two young fools outside of the tent. She clapped her hands, quickly facing Conrad and the rebel officials.

    ¡°Well it seems that our sweet girl from way back the academy is a powerful force to be reckoned with! How was your last parting with Captain Jerome, you should have said your farewell no?¡± Edna asked, neither seriously or jokingly, making the mood of the place in a weird atmosphere of sublimities.

    Torrar winced and bit her lower lip from her reply. ¡°How could she?! Wasn¡¯t she my teacher? Is she not also a secret enemy of this nation through the many years she had served the academia by disguising herself the same?!¡± she thought.

    She quickly pulled Maxinus away from the round table, as if trying to leave the scene.

    ¡°Oh and by the way! Because of your attitude and unnecessary questioning, even prior the earlier weeks that we planned this moment and said the possibilities¡­I hereby conduct a guild arrest for the two of you! Go back to the headquarters and think of your actions!¡± Edna finally announced, dismissing the two youth.

    ¡°But you didn¡¯t tell us anything before this phantom assault, that there will be innocent casualties. And you promised that you will evacuate the civilians before killing Odovacar?!¡± Maxinus groaned from her order.

    ¡°Foolish boy! Who do you think you are? Have you forgotten your sole mission by going as far as you can from Vanadheim? You are a big bait for those two Outliers! And luckily for you, having a chance of glancing one last time on your mother¡¯s homeland¡­without this group you are nothing but a lonely hybrid.¡± Edna revealed.

    ¡°DO NOT EVER SPEAK I''LL OF MY MOTHER¡­¡± Maxinus dangerously stepped forward.

    His arcane aura suddenly went up, that caused the whole tent to vibrate.

    ¡°Maxinus¡­¡± Torrar eyed her tall friend still clinging to his torn cloak.

    ¡°ENOUGH OF THIS YOU THREE! We have a meeting to do Edna! Both of you, begone before your transgressions reach its limits!¡± Conrad angrily announced.

    ¡°Tssk!¡± Maxinus groaned, still eyeing the two officials dangerously as they both stepped away from the tent.

    ¡°Great leaders of our rebellion! The time has finally come, a ripe moment of celebration for the foolish kings death! Odovacar Faux is no more but an empty throne!¡± Conrad announced.

    They all cheered and clapped from the news. Still not knowing who killed the king!

    ¡°And with the still fierce battle for reclaiming the grand royal hall. Garlandth foolishly released his Elysium! Not knowing that his trumpet of judgement will be the very signal of their downfall!¡±

    With the still raging ultimate of the Outlier. The battle might conclude in the next day, revealing many fates connected or intertwined.

    ¡°I am very sorry about that, Maxinus¡­I shouldn¡¯t have questioned him, and now Edna bad mouthed your mom like its nothing.¡± She looked down, not glancing at her friend, who is now smiling, showing small draconian fangs, as he pat the side of her wizard hat.

    ¡°It is okay my dear friend, someday I promise¡­I¡¯ll reign over the mercenary group and topple over their own mistakes!¡± The half draconian joked, while both of them walked through a portable portal that directly connects towards their secret hideout, deep under the old rugged inn where Lucius in still sleeping.

    Many hours passed from that point, and that morning is finally up throughout Vanadheim and its chaotic status. The hooded stranger finally made its move from within, opening a dark reddish portal, in which two hooded strangers came out. The three walked in unison as they stride towards the center plaza. At the very heart of battle.

    ¡­

    It is finally morning when Nina, Welit and Banduck left for an important meeting. Lucius gathered his thoughts, about his new found friends, especially the scenario his into. The three left him some proper attire before meeting the said guild. A fit dark long sleeved shirt, usually wore by farmers. A traveler¡¯s boot, dark slim pants and finally a leather chest piece with many straps and light chainmail that protects the upper arm. Wearing it all finally made him realize his missing armor piece and equipment¡¯s.

    ¡°Maybe they took it as my payment perhaps? They were traders after all¡­whatever.¡± He foolishly smiled to himself, still thanking the two brothers.

    Jumping around and stretching his body. He joyously felt a pleasant vigor, as if his wellbeing is bathed in deep energy of some sort. The morning has just started, to he followed a quick prayer to start his day. A day to finally ask questions and feel the new world his in.

    ¡°Lord our god, king of the universe. I am humbled by your blessings, for the air we breath, for the food we eat and the chance to start this day, thank you for keeping me alive¡­¡±

    Yet still in temporary peace. Lucius knew that he will never escape the thoughts and memories of his dead comrades. He remembered vividly how clear his dream last night, of how it haunt him, planting accusations as if what happened at that battle was his only fault, and that he should be ashamed of it! But, he stood up from his kneel, and fought his way mentally even if it hurts. Not knowing the house, he stumbled quite a lot into random corridors, and opened many doors revealing only empty dusty rooms. He remembered to look for a basement, said to lead at the very entrance of Exile. He walked deep beneath the wooden floor and down into dark nothingness, until he finally set foot inside an empty room without anything but a single figure, a golem!

    ¡°This giant statue¡­resembles that of clay statues from back home.¡± He said to himself, as he looks at the golem.

    He walked forward in front of the golem, a very gigantic figure of 8ft tall! Lucius simply inhaled before uttering the words¡­

    ¡°Bearded Gnome.¡± He said towards the inanimate thing. Until it crumbles into dust and showed a small portal behind.

    ¡°What?!¡± He shook his head from this outrageous phenomena. ¡°So this is magic, it is real!¡±

    Lucius looked from all around him, and decided to crawl into the swirling violet portal. It was a weird travel of sensation and random flickering vibrations. For this man is not of Kindraire, and surely this is his first personal contact with Magic.

    As with the whole Vanadheim nation, the Exile is also at high alert. Both Maxinus and Torrar returned this morning, greeted by their elven archer friend named Meda. One of their companions. The three were considered the youth of their guild. And treated each other like siblings. That is until Torrar stepped away to study at Vanadium von Academia. Conrad Darkweave, the ex-outlier and former 3rd rank, was pretty much their father figure and mentor, while Edna Laurel took part of catering Torrar¡¯s success in the academy until she served Jerome Bucklesweat. The whole charade of the little wizard girl finally ended that night, to which caused her so much burden to think, shame and guilt.

    ¡°What in the nine blazes happened last night?!¡± Meda asked the two weary friends, obviously distressed from all what¡¯s happening within the kingdom.

    The elven archer is wearing a tactical attire the contours her slim and tall figure. With its design showing classic elements of an archer like green scaly leaves that mimics a scaled armor, and color that allows for one to camouflage easily with nature herself. On the back of her sling straps are magical quiver that automatically produces, never running out of magical arrows. With Meda''s matching mithrel long-bow, lastly a moss green colored cloak, her alluring elven features hidden with a hood.

    ¡°They kicked us out of the planned general meeting last night¡­¡± Maxinus simply said, collapsing on a nearby haystack.

    ¡°The night was rough and unpleasant¡­I will talk to you later, after I gather my thoughts¡­¡± Torrar said in a sad tone.

    ¡°Tssk! Okay then, I¡¯ll wait for both of your responses later¡­for now rest and eat, the whole guild is at high alert! Whether you like it or not, we¡¯ll be needing help and information on what happened last night, we need updates from both your missions.¡± Meda kicked a nearby bucket, and leaved the two on their rest.

    They both nodded and quickly let their weariness took over, not wanting anymore disturbance on the already hectic complex. Lucius finally descended on the underground floor, hitting old dungeon tiles. A corridor lit by glowing embers of blue flame lined the walls towards a single iron bound door, filled with many weird inscriptions of unknown letter, arcane runes! He slowly walked towards the door, and from there a sudden deafening voice called.

    ¡°WHO¡¯S THE ONE THAT DARE STOOD IN FRONT OF EXILE? STATE YOUR NAME AND ALLIANCE, LEST YOU FACE YOUR DOOM!¡± The loud voice called, coming from the flickering marks.

    ¡°Uh¡­Bearded Gnome?¡± Lucius slyly asked, punching the air because the dwarf brothers had not told him of this part of security.

    The door summoned two gigantic hands made of translucent magic that quickly grabbed Lucius into yet another portal. He was immediately surrounded by mercenary soldiers with spears, muskets, flintlock pistols and magical staff wielding wizards, all are dangerously pointing at him.

    ¡°Who the hell are you?! Answer quickly or we¡¯ll kill you, intruder¡­¡± One of them said, wearing a fine beret hat that seemed only specific to a mercenary captain.

    ¡°L-Lucius!¡± he quickly said, raising both his hands, palms open.

    The captain wide eyed, slowly lifted his hands away from the man¡¯s neck and quickly bowed for an apology.

    ¡°So¡­you¡¯re the one huh? Lucius Vigo of Italy! Nina already told us of your name but not of your appearance, for that again I am deeply sorry. My name is Roidan Stille¡¯edge, one of this guilds vice captains in charge of our headquarters security.¡± He offered a hand.

    ¡°No its okay, after all I am literally new and know nothing of this world¡­magic was it? Heck I can¡¯t still believe what I¡¯ve witnessed throughout this strange house!¡± Lucius simple laughed and shook hands with the captain.

    Roidan scratched his head from this weird conversation, this man doesn¡¯t know anything?

    ¡°Just where the hell did you get this man, Nina¡­¡± Roidan thought to himself.

    Him being one of the well experienced captains, slightly noticed the unusual amount of this stranger¡¯s aura. A familiar yet unconvincing presence. Its true meaning hidden by Lucius and his ignorance of this magical world.

    ¡°Ah! It seems that this compound is very busy? If I am on everyone¡¯s way then I must leave¡­¡± Lucius tried to turn around.

    ¡°It is okay Lucius, the whole guild is indeed on high alert. Regarding the meeting¡­I assume that the brothers and Nina told you already?¡± The captain asked.

    ¡°Yes, both Welit and Banduck mentioned an important meeting where Nina is also needed¡­other than that, they encouraged me to go down here and meet new people.¡± Lucius smiled, and stepped quite in front to look everywhere.

    ¡°Suit yourself my brother, and if you have any questions, I am here as a guide¡­¡± Roidan offered.

    The whole underground dungeon is a massive and wide expanse of space within under the strange establishment. Its cobblestone ended on a part now made of fine dark planks of wood tiles. And at the center is the area of many chairs and tables where mercenaries talked, drink beer and socialized to a day to day basis. Looking further in, Lucius noticed many surrounding shops of deadly bladed weapons, and weird wooden staffs emanating a glow shown to the naked eye. From there on, he felt excitement, for he expects to meet good people of the same mind as his. Not noticing from his sudden emotions, Lucius is unaware of his arcane aura leaking out, engulfing the part of this compound.

    The sleeping Torrar opened her eyes the moment Lucius aura spread, alerting those who have a level or capacity to sense such great prowess, including both Meda and captain Roidan. She quickly took off and leave the still napping Maxinus on a nearby haystack, shortly arriving at the pub center, at the middle Lucius is currently talking to mercenaries with interests and questions. With some offering him beer and jokingly pointing to his raggedy attire. Torrar approached both Meda and Roidan eyeing Lucius from afar the center pub.

    ¡°What is the meaning of this¡­¡± Torrar simply uttered, slipping through the conversation.

    ¡°That man over there was the one who the Deepstone brother¡¯s rescued. Both Nina and Edna told me about his said potential¡­and to be this powerful, it is indeed that he¡¯s an Outlier...¡± Roidan said, still staring at their weird guest.

    ¡°Impossible¡­but it is said in the history books that it has been a millennia after the last Outlier came from Earthren. Originally, there were 8 Outliers including King Odovacar who was said to be the first who came. And now the last one who is Susan Quietblade the 6th Outlier in rank.¡± Torrar explained. ¡°To be this sudden and unannounced¡­¡±

    ¡°Who knows¡­heck all Outliers are unannounced! They either died or got mistakenly lost inside a portal from their previous life! But whether that man is an Outlier or a simple stranger, it¡¯s still a fact that we must stay cautious in this troubled times, he might be a vanadian spy!¡± Meda blurted, grinding her teeth.

    Roidan only nodded from their remarks about the man, who¡¯s joyously conversing with their folk. The two friends approached leaving him behind to watch. The first to speak being the elf archer.

    ¡°Hey, you there! State your name and affiliation!¡± Meda asked in a very serious tone, still not believing the implication about his prowess.

    Lucius, still ignorant of his power and its magical core values. He himself was surprised of the creatures of this world, especially when he first noticed the dwarf brothers, confirming their identity via explanation. How will he react of an elven woman, so much taller than him and with an elongated ear to match?

    ¡°Huh?¡± He curiously turned around to see Meda, staring at him and scanning from head to toe.

    ¡°Don¡¯t huh me, answer quickly or I¡¯ll beat the sh¡ª¡° Meda tried to say until Torrar pinched her elbow.

    ¡°I am very sorry for my friend here who¡¯s morning is not of pleasant mood! My name is Torrar Shackle¡¯spark, one of the wizards of this guild. And beside me here is named Meda Silv¡¯spoon, our only elven archer here in Exile.¡± Torrar bowed with an easy smile.

    ¡°It is nice to meet the both of you! My name is Lucius Vigo of Italy, a former captain class crusader¡­¡± He eyed the both, not understanding any of their attire. From the heavy robed girl wearing a long baggy pointed hat, and a slim lady towering above him, hiding her face with a hooded green cloak.

    ¡°Wizards? Elven archer? What?¡± he anxiously thought.

    ¡°Am I correct to assume that lady Nina wanted for you to visit our guild?¡± Torrar asked, trying to further analyze the aura fluctuations of Lucius.

    ¡°Yes, both Welit and Banduck even encouraged me to join in, if I decide that is...¡± He simply smirked, hiding his confusion.

    ¡°So what do you think of the place, knight?¡± Meda lifted her hood, revealing her blonde long hair, and what gotten the attention of Lucius is her unusually elongated ears.

    ¡°What?!¡± Lucius asked surprisingly as he stared at the elven lady.

    ¡°Hmm, it seems that madam Edna is correct, another Outlier! Otherworldly individuals who passed on from Earthren and into Kindraire! It is not mistaken. His arcane aura is abnormally fluctuating based on emotions rather than pure experience, one of the key factors of being an Outlier. Not only that, the fact that he was formerly a warrior from his previous life, one common trait from all Outliers.¡± Torrar thought, hiding her conclusion.

    ¡°Hah! So that does it, you are not of this world, Lucius! And as any other Outlier known to Kindraire, it is a tough call for the likes of your kin to choose a side, what is it?¡± Meda crossed her arms, a smirk building from her face.

    From all the sudden new information being dumped on him. Lucius rubbed his forehead once again.

    ¡°Are you okay sir Lucius?¡± Torrar asked, now slowly walking towards him.

    ¡°Yes¡­it¡¯s just that this morning after I woke up, this same sensation of throbbing starts¡­¡± He said.

    Torrar smiled, and bid him to lower his head as she caress his forehead with both her palms. A mix of cool temperature begins as Lucius starts to calm down.

    ¡°Those tarnished or tainted, with lost thoughts and hope. Burnish! And shine away now that is dim! Incantation Number 2: Arcana Magi Replenias!¡± Torrar said.

    And from there, his throbbing pain from all his anxiousness disappeared. As if it did not happen in the first place. Lucius was like a newborn phoenix soaring from the air, his once dim mind became like a light of nature.

    ¡°Ah! The pain is gone¡­I feel good haha!¡± He simple laughed.

    ¡°What I did is a basic magic incantation called ¡®Arcane Magic Replenish.¡¯ A magic that replenishes the targets old arcane magic, replenishing both aura and prowess.¡± Torrar explained still eyeing Lucius.

    He squinted from the explanation, still puzzled about the concept of magic.

    ¡°Well¡­whatever the case is, I have to admit that everything till now I thought to myself as a one big dream! It turns out I was only running from the fear of this reality. But thank you for that, Torrar. Magic was it?¡­¡± Lucius simply smiled.

    ¡°Looks like the fool can¡¯t get over of his fate eh?¡± Meda quietly nudged and whispered to Torrar.

    Torrar quickly scowled at Meda, in which she laughed at the little wizard. Maxinus finally woke up and walked towards the center point pub, seeing the three, especially Lucius.

    ¡°Oh it¡¯s Maxinus! What were you thinking¡­ the whole guild is at high alert, and the whole Vanadheim is at disarray! And here you are sleeping like a princess.¡± Meda jokingly said at Maxinus.

    ¡°Cut me some slack¡­I did my part of the mission, as a BAIT. While you spend the whole two weeks here rotting like an old mushy mushroom!¡± Maxinus replied.

    ¡°Oh? As if you were so mighty and elite that you have to brag about that! Young boy!¡± She smirked and pointed at Maxinus.

    With their intense stare down, was stopped by a sudden question from their guest.

    ¡°Umm¡­I don¡¯t want to offend anyone, but may ask what happened to your left arm?¡± Lucius asked, staring at the draconian features of Maxinus, a very rare and anomaly sight within Kindraire.

    ¡°No its okay¡­my name is Maxinus, a draconian hybrid. And as for my missing arm...let''s just say that I got ''punished'' for it. You are?.¡± He extended a hand.

    ¡°Lucius Vigo of Italy, former crusader captain.¡± He obliged. "Draconian?"

    ¡°Yeah, let¡¯s just call you Lucius for now¡­¡± Maxinus smiled, and approached Torrar for an explanation of this guest.

    ¡°I know what you¡¯re thinking ¡®Who in the nine blazes is this guy?¡¯ well¡­would you believe me if I tell you that he¡¯s the newest Outlier?¡± Torrar cleared.

    ¡°What?! How are you even sure, and how is that even possible since it has been a millennia since!¡± He whispered.

    ¡°Madam Edna confirmed, even lady Nina felt it. I for one felt it and concluded! His arcane aura is through the roof, and a deep well of massive prowess, rivalling that of the current Outliers. You being both half a human and draconian. You are gifted with immense strength, dense physical traits, adaptability to compensate for your lack of arcane observation!¡± She whispered back.

    ¡°Whatever the case is, we must keep an eye on him. Whether he¡¯s a new arrival on this world or not, there is a big chance of him working for Varagor!¡± He suggested, still eyeing Lucius.

    She nodded on the possible outcome, but maintained a calm and optimistic mindset. That this man named Lucius might be different from the others.

    ¡­

    At long last, both Edna and Conrad representing their guild ¡°Exile.¡± A man named Delron des Armas, the vigilante leader of the ¡°Blue Doves.¡± And finally a nun named Irma Zchnidth, one of the captains representing the Vanadheim rebel army. All three major groups and minor resistance groups, openly opposed the kingdoms rotten hierarchy, now united by one goal, the greatest coup in the history of all Kindraire!

    ¡°Are we to assume that this outside help from another nation is of trusted loyalty?¡± Irma asked.

    ¡°We will get to that point shortly¡­¡± Conrad replied, not glancing at her.

    ¡°And what do you propose we do? Share our plans for this country? Just so you know Conrad Darkweaver¡­we are of disadvantage remind you, if we let our guard down after we dispose of the vanadian royalty. What says that this so called ¡®help¡¯ will keep its promise of alliance, and not of secret betrayal?¡± Irma asked another question, concerning the future security of a nation without nobility.

    Edna glanced at Conrad, to which she noticed Delron also glancing back at her. They both nod to each other. Followed by their followers, and suddenly Irma¡¯s guards turned against her from all angles, with pointed weapons and magic.

    ¡°W-What¡¯s the meaning of this?!¡± Irma in panic looked around on her own followers, pointing at her with wicked blades.

    ¡°Conrad formed an alliance, a truce perhaps¡­with ¡®The 13 Serpents¡¯ of Vrepia.¡± Delron simply revealed, not amused one bit of this awkward scene.

    ¡°WHAT?! YOU WOULD ALL SACRIFICE THE PEOPLE¡¯S TRUST WITH THIS OUTRIGHT MONSTROSITY OF A DECISION! YOU¡¯D LET THOSE DEMONS RULE OVER US, YOU FOOLS!!¡± Irma screamed as she quickly pulled an enchanted knife from her boot.

    Standing up and waving the magical blade. Irma found herself trapped in the middle.

    ¡°BY THE FLOWING CADENCE OF TIME! PIERCE AND PULL THROUGH OUT OF THIS SPACE! REMOVE SUCH OBSTACLES IN WHICH WAY IS YET BOUND! INCANTATION NUMBER 51: SPACE DISPLA¡ª¡°As she was about to finish a big spell, she didn¡¯t realize that the same blade would poke out of her own body, her left lung collapsed from its magical properties.

    What slowly appeared behind her is a hooded individual wearing all black. It appeared out of nowhere as if a part of thin air, slowly the right arm formed and revealed to be locking Irma¡¯s neck in place, chocking her solid. And the left hand still on the bloody nun¡¯s weapon, pushing it more slowly.

    ¡°W-who¡¯re¡ª¡° Irma slowly uttered as she looked at the face of her attacker. With a mouth bursting both vile and blood, dropping on the hard dirt, death by asphyxiation.

    Standing still like death incarnate within a flock of sheep. The assassin slowly pulled away the hood, revealing a pale woman whose hair is red, and her right eye missing or closed with a mark of deep scar running towards her lips.

    ¡°Is the plaza ready¡­Miss Susan Quietblade?¡± Conrad asked the Outlier.

    ¡°Anne Marionette is already on her position as we speak¡­Traitorous Conrad Darkweave.¡± She replied, holding the dead nun¡¯s magical blade, claiming it now as her own.

    After hearing what he said, Edna just gulped and sit slowly, joining the many. And finally Conrad revealed the big blueprint, containing many details about their massive rebellion, mentioning many details about the Outliers and Draconians, ¡°The 13 Serpents.¡±

 Chapter 7 - "Coup dèŒ…tat"

    ¡°Coup d''¨¦tat¡±

    The followers and guards of Irma Zchnidth, quickly pulled their former captains bloodied body out towards the open, after her planned assassination. They were paid to keep their mouths shut, and even promised by Conrad with many positions concerning the aftermath of this rebellion. However, just with Irma being a pawn in this game called ¡°Politics.¡± It was only then they realized their foolishness until Susan Quietblade beheaded all of them. The other minor leaders laughed at the pathetic display of ignorance and betrayal. Especially from the Blue Doves and Its leader Delron des Armas. A vigilante group whose formerly close-tied with Irma and her regime. It was not a surprise for Delron, as to him Irma was just a grumpy old nun who¡¯s only a thorn in their sides. She indeed managed the clumsy rebel army, yet still ignorant of how the world or Kindraire really works.

    ¡°Fine work as always, Susan. The king¡¯s death would have been longer or delayed if it weren¡¯t for your help¡­¡± Conrad smiled, eyeing the approaching assassin.

    Now removing her black hooded cloak, her entire body equipped with many types of blades, locked in with straps of nylon, her body covered with stealthy attire from top to bottom, she looked out of place from this archaic world, yet her ways seemed fitting as a killer.

    ¡°Awkward to be honest, to have to kill the one leader you fought for and served. But of course! I have my own agenda to comply, and your goal will make that happen¡­¡± She smirked, pointing a dangerously colored dagger at him.

    ¡°So what of the current situation back there at the plaza? Are both fools already exhausted from all their fighting? Especially Jerome, the stubborn fool hasn¡¯t yet showed his Elysium! It is a crucial signal to wear him even more.¡± Edna intruded to which made Susan scowl at her, while Conrad glanced at their heated staredown.

    ¡°Conrad here knows, and it¡¯s only a matter of time till Jerome releases his ultimate out of his desperation! That is¡­if your plans worked later on. An Outlier will always know best of another Outlier!¡± Susan replied staring at her as if to mock, smiling as she poured a cup of coffee for herself.¡±

    The tent was all too quiet after the altercation between Irma and Susan. Conrad bid the other leaders, especially the minor ones except for Delron to leave and prepare their departure, their whole appearance and play will be finally shown at the plaza! Irma Zchnidth, to think that her death was planned way ahead and her not even doubting her trust. Sadly, playing her part was comical and ironic to the four wicked individuals inside that tent. Delron himself was the one to suggest her death, he knew that the ignorant nun has no part to play but become a burden on their plan of a coup! A dead weight only waiting to be removed! But, each and every one of them knew that it¡¯s only a matter of time before someone reveal their own agenda, knowing full well that they have their own biases concerning the outcome of this coup and rebellion. And surprisingly enough, the two dwarves and Nina did showed up, to which they quickly saw the dead body from outside being burned. They quickly forced their way through the tent, only to be blocked by two guards from the inside. Conrad prompting them to have rights of entrance.

    ¡°CONRAD! YOU WILL STOOP SO LOW AS TO KILL HER, A COMRADE IN ARMS?! WHO ONLY WANTS THE GOOD FOR VANADHEIM AND JUSTICE FOR ITS OPPRESSED PEOPLE?!¡± Nina slammed at the table.

    While both Banduck and Welit grunted and scowled at them with pure annoyance and hatred. The three companions expected for both Edna and Conrad of their approval, considering that the dwarf brother¡¯s and Nina were certified officers who¡¯s the main voice of their guild, Exile. And that disapproval was the alliance with Draconians and worse an unbelievable assassination within a meeting! Forming such connections with beastly creatures will not only doom Vanadheim or any other kingdom, but of Kindraire as a whole!

    ¡°FOOLS! WHO GAVE YOU THREE THE RIGHT TO BARGE IN¡ª¡° Edna shouted back.

    Susan at the meantime still sipping with her coffee, not wanting to partake in bickering. After all, she observe before making a move, ay any assassin should.

    ¡°YER THE FOOL, SELFISH WENCH!  AS YER FELLOW GUILDMATES¡­EVERYONE THERE HAS A RIGHT OF SAY! HAVE YER BEEN BLINDED SO OF CHARMING WORDS COMING OUT FROM A DRACONIAN?!¡± Welit replied, eyeing the mystic and especially Conrad.

    ¡°Me brother is right! Have yer forgotten that we dwarves and me girl Nina experienced that ourselves! Allying and trusting serpentine words will not¡ª¡° Banduck tried to say.

    ¡°Then what?! Do you want the people to suffer more by the hands of this cruel hierarchy? Or do you want change?¡± Conrad slammed also.

    ¡°Oh?! And if your plans are successful, the people now will suffer within the clutches of draconians! A brutal king may die, but another will replace! This rebellion was planned to break such cycle! Have you already forgotten, Conrad? To order a hit against a nun¡­are you still YOU?¡± Nina followed, supporting the two brothers.

    ¡°Tssk! I will not have you anymore. Susan, take them out! I will not let anyone trample and throw away all our efforts for naught! I do remember! But to be successful is to also sacrifice something whole!¡± Conrad ordered, which she quickly complied.

    She pulled a magical cord of strings and ordered two wizards to accompany her of taking out the two dwarves and Nina.

    ¡°I am utterly disappointed¡­Conrad and Edna! You are better than that!¡± Nina finally shouted, being pushed out from the tent. ¡°You of all people here in Vanadheim¡­do you actually think that THEY will spare your lives¡­¡± her voice trailing away as the assassin locked their hands and took them inside a portable iron jail.

    ¡°Hmf! The dwarf brothers and Nina¡­to have the guts to disagree with our plans, they will be a small yet frustrating hindrance.¡± Edna claimed.

    ¡°Hah! I could¡¯ve killed them this morning, I saw them riding their merchant¡¯s carriage earlier at the town¡¯s road!¡± Susan revealed.

    ¡°And I will not have them be a problem for my vigilantes either!¡± Delron followed, now eyeing Conrad. ¡°Not when the curtains of battle is about to end.¡±

    ¡°Not small nor big, but their presence will push our progress! They will be a catalyst for the ¡®newcomer¡¯ to reveal his potential, we might as well enjoy the whole ordeal!¡± Conrad smirked, anticipating the faces of the three pupils, especially of Lucius, who is another key player in this pathetic war of politics and death.

    ¡°Lucius Vigo of Italy huh¡­were going to find out sooner if he will side with us, or will he become a threat on this new built nation.¡± Susan said, finishing a sip.

    ¡°To think that you are this confident from your so called ¡®help.¡¯ I am not one to back down, and certainly not to assume. But what those fools suggesting might ring a bell of truth! It is already easy for us to defeat the king and his lineage of corrupt royalty, and now that even his so called Outlier¡¯s are even working with us! It is no doubt that we don¡¯t need the help from such serpents!¡± Edna started.

    Conrad slowly stood up while his head down low.

    ¡°I ask you, great mystic Edna Laurel. Have you ever read about a mystical book called the Passage of Realities?¡± he now looks at her. ¡°It is said within those pages that such prophesy of a great battle. A war between men and beast, darkness versus light, a battle centered on the fates of this world! In which says ¡®The forces of good and evil will finally end it all in one great battle. A battle that will determine the fate of two worlds. Deus the Almighty, ordered the first world to be separated from one another. The first half being based in reality, yet ignorant of Magic. And the other stuck in the past, yet abundant with Magic. Once the separated shall become one, and the world will know its proper truth and origin!¡¯ The passage talks about two forces, that the good being ¡®Outliers¡¯ and its evil being ¡®Draconians.¡¯ Both forces must collide for the whole truth to show! Both Kindraire and Earthren, the two halves shall once again become one! And upon becoming one world, it is a reality with NO MAGIC!¡± Conrad revealed as he watched Edna slowly standing up to squint at his words.

    ¡°ha¡ªHAHAHAHA! You expect me to believe any of your words? You are but a child when it comes before my knowledge as a Mystic! The Passage of Realities is yet to be uncovered! A book with no physical evidence does not constitute proper order and truth! Especially coming from a spoiled Outlier like you!¡± She daringly pointed. ¡°Who do you think you¡¯re fooling here, child?¡± She laughed endlessly from the foolishness of their conversation.

    ¡°You might be thinking of how I got such information, or gotten to such ridiculous conclusions without proper knowledge like yours. However, I am indeed an Outlier, an individual who previously lived and died at Earthren. Is it not weird that for some reason that the likes of my kin died, yet opened their eyes here in Kindraire, as if being resurrected for some imminent reason?¡± It¡¯s now his turn to laugh. ¡°A calling from within us so called ¡®Vessels of Deus.¡¯ We inherit his will, and from him we are grunted such unique powers that even topples over Arcana!¡±

    ¡°Ridiculous! Fool and ignorant! I know all of this even before you gotten yourself on this world! I was already a renowned mystic of arcana in the young days of Odovacar Faux. Do not imply that I am the wrong here!¡± Edna fumed.

    ¡°Yet the truth it is.¡± He smirked. ¡°Deus as we know it from the mythology of Kindraire. Was originally a ¡®deity¡¯ or god said to have divided reality into two separate worlds. Coincidentally, he is also worshipped and known at Earthren, bearing a different name called ¡®Almighty.¡¯ But none of that isn¡¯t important, but what comes after the merging of Earthren and Kindraire. A one true world, running both ends of time. Death and Life! With no concept of magic. A world so hollow and without purpose! And the reason for this separation is to prevent ¡®Demonic Entities¡¯ to fully conquer the one true world. And so ¡®He separated reality itself, to give humanity a chance to fight back, dead warriors of renown  shall be once again fight in another war, at another world,¡¯ and that is the great hint from those passage. We wake up bearing that knowledge ingrained in us Outliers!¡±

    ¡°So you think your kin, the Outliers is the prophesized savior of this world? Dead warriors plucked by Deus from Earthren to go save reality itself.¡± She squinted hard with one eye.

    ¡°Yes, and by ¡®Demonic Entities.¡¯ They are pretty much tied with ¡®Dragons¡¯ or serpentine creatures from the abyss. The Draconians is our archenemies! They are the darkness to our light, the death to our life, and the one destined to conquer! We called a truce for them to not make any moves, promising in ours also! We must prevent the re-emerging of both worlds, for magic is supreme!¡±

    ¡°Your ilk, Outliers, who uses ¡®Deus Machination¡¯ instead of regular Arcana. The gift to be able in manifesting divine magic of some ¡®archangel¡¯ or minor deity¡­HAHAHA! What folly you lot! Trembling from a false prophesy! Whether both Outliers and Draconians end up killing one another. I could not give a damn! For neither will affect reality, as reality is already one and truth! We feel, hear, and see! To think that I am helping a grumbling mad man, and a group of ignorant fools such as the Outliers. Believing a nonsensical story! What gain will you have?¡± Edna asked curiously, hiding her building frustration.

    ¡°What we¡¯ll gain is of no concern with Kindraire and its common people! If both worlds collide and become one, that reality will not have any magic, and our powers will all cease to exist!¡± Susan intervened in their serious conversation, only adding fuel to the already raging fire of debate.

    ¡°Tssk! You think that just because you came from Earthren, that being an anomaly here in Kindraire makes your kin that special? It¡¯s okay for the likes of us COMMON people to just obey your plans? Pathetic! I¡¯ve had enough of this discussion, I¡¯m leaving you two¡­despicable!¡± In a fit of rage, mocked by the two Outliers.

    ¡°This meeting is now officially adjourned, Lady Edna Laurel. If you can¡¯t even lend me your ear before giving in to your anger and intelligence then we might as well prepare ourselves before the plaza.¡± Conrad ignored as he walked and passed behind her.

    ¡°Tssk! Arrogant and ignorant child¡­¡± She stormed out from the tent.

    The chilly morning light hiding the many events that happened.

    ¡°HAHAHAH! Now that¡¯s a reaction to be expected.¡± Susan laughed as she peaked outside to see Edna walking towards a portal, a passage through their headquarters.

    ¡°Do you think Susan¡­that she¡¯ll become another problem?¡± Conrad suddenly asked, while packing his equipment¡¯s, ordering a guard to go outside and relay his message on the still waiting captains and troops.

    ¡°Depends¡­if she still wants her ambition more than ours.¡±

    ¡°Whatever the case, I want you to keep an eye on her closely. Anne is probably pissed off all day waiting on our arrival at the center plaza! The time has finally come to reveal our might towards vanadian scum!¡± He announced, in which she nodded with a smirk.

    ¡°And the time for our serpentine friends to appear¡­¡± Susan said as she smirked at Delron. He gave a disgusted look of disapproval

    They both went out at the same time, facing both major and minor rebel factions, all knowing that the disapproving Irma Zchnidth has been taken care off. They went in many lines of confident march towards the now ravaged plaza.

    ¡­

    Edna Laurel came out from the earlier portal. Now greeted by wizards and a fellow captain named Roidan Still¡¯edge, an officer in charge of the security of their guild. The three friends talking to Lucius was cut off by the sudden presence approach of the Mystic. Her focus solely on Lucius. To which Lucius quickly followed her gaze. Was quite sure that her voice was seemed familiar from when he was by the care of Nina that night. They were talking about something¡­something about an opposition against a ¡°rebellion.¡±

    ¡°Greetings milady¡­¡± Lucius awkwardly bowed.

    ¡°Good day to you¡­Outlier.¡± She replied, contemplating if she can use the ignorant fellow against the two arrogant Outliers. Both Conrad and Susan who made her day miserable. Trapping her with her own ignorance of their origins.

    ¡°If I tell him now of the incoming fate of his newfound friends. The friends who saved his very life, the ones who fed and sheltered him that night¡­Lucius Vigo, you have no idea what you¡¯ve gotten yourself into! The three will not return today nor tomorrow! Their fates have been met with treason against this stupid guild¡­No! With those so called Outliers! Arrogant, ignorant and manipulative leaders!¡±

    Torrar eyed her with suspicion and disapproval of her appearance. Maxinus playing the mind games simply nodded towards their mystic, and with Meda showing a fake smile, reading the whole room. They all knew what was up, except for Lucius¡­

    ¡°Lady Edna¡­good morning. Mind we ask of the status of Lady Nina and the dwarf brothers?¡± She asked, but was ignored as Edna directly faces Lucius instead with an approach.

    ¡°Lucius Vigo of Italy was it?¡± caressing her chin. ¡°Listen here boy¡­Nina and both the dwarf brothers are met with an urgent matter. Treason! They are caged, and for some reasons unknown our so called leader won¡¯t admit anything that set him off.

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    ¡°What?!¡± Meda the first one to question.

    He squinted from her claims. Because he got word that the three will arrive safely next morning, a mention of an important meeting that they needed to attend. Yet it seemed that the three got themselves in trouble.

    ¡°I don¡¯t want to talk as if I¡¯m a part of their personal matters or even accepted by this guild, however¡­Is it possible to talk with your leader regarding their alleged treason? Maybe we can talk things out.¡± Lucius said with a serious and confident face.

    ¡°Yes it is possible. I, Edna Laurel, the Deep Mystic of Exile will grant you permission with Conrad Darkweave our founder, in one condition¡­Accompany us with our mission promi¡ª¡°

    Torrar scowled from her teacher¡¯s offer, and went in front of Lucius as if to protect him from further nonsense.

    ¡°Lady Edna¡­we have no right to force him into our own troubles! Both Welit and Banduck only wanted for Lucius to get a feel for this world by making contact with our guild. Not in a massive crossfire!¡± Torrar said.

    ¡°Huh? A crossfire¡­¡± He wondered.

    ¡°ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!¡± Edna scowled back. ¡°Instead of bickering here, how about all of you prepare for battle¡­tell him the truth about our conquest, about our true identities and the mess ongoing in this kingdom! We have been deceived by Conrad Darkweave! The fool has gone mad! Even as forming an alliance with DRACONIANS!¡± She finally revealed, heard by the many minor officers, the companions and especially Roidan who¡¯s also been ignorant.

    ¡°IMPOSSIBLE! SO THAT WAS THE OUTSIDE HELP HE WAS MENTIONI¡ª¡° Roidan blurted but was quickly cut off.

    ¡°Believe me or not, I don¡¯t give a damn if the likes of you get caught in another foolish crossfire! I¡¯ll save my own¡­and as for you Torrar! If you, ¡®Companions of Exile¡¯ really have the guts to change this rotten kingdom. Then heed my words and take action! Its either we defeat Conrad and his Outliers with the help of both Jerome and Garlandth, if they are still alive that is!¡±

    She starts to walk off, glancing back at Lucius as if a dare or plead of an expression.

    ¡°And as for you, Lucius¡­you¡¯ve awoken to this terrible world of both wonders, magic and many troubles up ahead! What¡¯ll of the decision of you, is not of our business. However, I suggest you pick a path most suitable from a former knight! Move, choose and act, or we¡¯ll die here like dogs!¡± She warned, storming away to gather her valuable and most important things.

    He then suddenly stepped forward.

    ¡°My choosing? Decision? Obviously¡­it is the friends, No! Family that I have met and took care of me. The allies of those who cared, shall also be cared by me¡­I promise that with honor, Lady Edna of Exile.¡± He simply smiled.

    They were all mesmerized by his reply and confidence from that daring question from their mystic. To think that this newcomer, can exceed their expectation by simply demanding a meetup with their leader, and even making conversation with their grumpy Mystic, as if they knew each other was amazing from the three friends.

    ¡°Damn that fool! I had a hunch that he was up to something wicked¡­and what¡¯s worse is even if we confronted him earlier or force him to open up, he¡¯ll only defeat us considering that he¡¯s a former Outlier!¡± Maxinus greeted his teeth, stomping a foot in frustration.

    ¡°Tssk! Getting help from outside kingdoms I understand, but having both Draconians and Outliers¡­is a different kind of threat! We don¡¯t even have a fifty percent chance of winning this.¡± Meda looked away.

    ¡°This is my fault¡­I could¡¯ve cancelled all operations, and even form a secret counter force against the now powerful rebels. If only I knew what his TRUE motives were.¡± Roidan said, solemn voice.

    ¡°Even if we knew in advance, we didn¡¯t have a choice but to comply! I admit, we were all careless and eagerly took part without proper question! He is backed by the majority of the rebel supporters, we had no chance in the first place but to do our part...¡± Torrar looked down, her eyes forming yet another tear.

    ¡°I will fight.¡± Lucius spook once again.

    ¡°Huh! What can you even do? I understand with saving Lady Nina and the brother¡¯s but talking with Conrad is out of the question! We were sent early here because of his suggestion. Being an Outlier will not get you anywhere if you haven¡¯t even have a proper grasp of your powers from within¡­¡± she looked up to meet his gaze.

    ¡°But if we just stand here blaming ourselves, contemplating such decisions¡­then we will go nowhere indeed. We might as well die trying! At least we tried and did our best to show resistance. I am not talking as a warrior, and I don¡¯t want anyone to be a hero, but¡­with your kingdom threatened by foreign enemies, one thing is certain. Its people! Whether slave or royalty, whether rich or poor, everyone¡¯s lives are at stake! Think about the women, children, elderly and the weak. If this guild is that great to stand tall through the years it been founded. Does it even have the standard to save the next person in need, does your guild offer nothing other than this lifestyle?¡± He quickly presented the drunkards, the gamblers and many of hedonistic in origin. ¡°I have no right to judge for I¡¯m not a member, nor should I say this mean words as if I were there when your folks are being hunted by vanadian officials. However, to uphold and have dignity in saving lives, even we considered them not of our own¡­isn¡¯t that great?¡± Lucius asked. A daring question that caught the ears of many. With some amazed by his speech and other¡¯s annoyed by his judgement, considering that he¡¯s only a guest.

    ¡°Who do you think you are?¡± Meda suddenly questioned him with annoyance. ¡°Our guild does not serve the public! We are called ¡®Exiles¡¯ not because we are unique or different from those vanadian folks! We did not separate ourselves willingly, they the ones who pushed us first! The folks you see here are former knights, servants, guards and maidens who once served Vanadheim and its king! We did not want this lifestyle, and I dare you to compare for there¡¯s isn¡¯t any better choice! You want us to play hero and get ourselves killed?¡± Meda asked Lucius with a growl and narrow stare.

    ¡°But he is right.¡± Now Maxinus is the one to join in. ¡°We can hide all we want for many decades but¡­is that truly our purpose? To hit and run against those who exiled us? If you thin k about it, this guild, is running only of spite. And what saddens me, is that we could have TRULY made a difference, instead, we stoop as letting Conrad the leader by making malicious move. I can only hope that his suggestion is still applicable¡­¡± Maxinus glanced at Lucius.

    ¡°Damn you¡¯re not listening! Our guild was established because of the status quo! We are exiled for our pasts! Many individuals here have their own dark story to tell, especially harboring hatred for such stupid hierarchy! How dare you suggest we play hero and help those royal buffoons?¡± She scowled at him with an index finger.

    ¡°It has been so long indeed, Meda¡­¡± Torrar said. ¡°I, also is tired of all this charade of rebellion and making a difference. It seemed as if we truly wasted our efforts for such unnecessary action, in turn that led to this destruction. We, all of us are to blame! I for one hid within the shadows of this loyal vanadian wizard, manipulating and leaking information from Jerome, my former captain commander. No one is to blame but ourselves! If we can only put moral conscience above our own agenda, then this could have not happen. Let us not act pure and innocent by opposing those who do not agree with the plead of poor. Both Lucius and Maxinus are correct with their logic I say! Let us unite once more and take another chance against Conrad¡­¡± Torrar simply smiled at her, hiding her own mistakes.

    ¡°Tssk! Okay, okay damn it all! And how would this fella here can possibly contribute?¡± She slightly elbowed Lucius. ¡°Heck! He doesn¡¯t not know anything, and worse he probably denies it even!¡± She quickly laughed at him.

    ¡°Well¡­It is true that I had a hard time grasping the moment, especially the idea of ¡®Magic.¡¯ But something has to be done, let¡¯s do this!¡±

    ¡°There are two ways for Lucius to unlock his powers. First being discovering it by himself through decades of arcane training. However, it is obvious that option is out of the question. Now the other¡­is by penetrating his arcane core with a ¡®Forbidden Incantation,¡¯ a spell within the number of 100s.¡± She revealed.

    ¡°So what does exactly this ¡®Forbidden Incantation¡¯ will do upon contact with his arcane core! Can you do a spell in the 100s, my friend?¡± Maxinus asked with concern.

    ¡°Sadly¡­at my current level, I can only manage through the 90s. We need a more potent arcana for us to introduce this world¡¯s magic to his ¡®Divine Machination.¡±

    ¡°Divine Machination?¡± Lucius scratched his head.

    ¡°Lucius! Come with me please¡­I know someone who can help you in unlocking your powers!¡± Torrar announced.

    He nodded with a smile, the four companions leave Roidan. In which the captain informed all the guild member¡¯s about the dreaded situation the kingdom has fallen to, an incoming enemy far wicked than the people themselves. Worst against their founder¡¯s selfish agenda.

    They approached a large triangular tent, colored in a royal dark violet and designed with many gold runic patterns. The personal space of Madam Edna Laurel. The place said to be where she performs her many mystical powers, to grant those who want to know their potential, and even help them grasp it!

    ¡°I have been waiting.¡± She eyed the companions while gathering her personal belongings. Prompting them to sit on the large animal skin. ¡°I don¡¯t have much time to talk, but I know why the four of you came to seek my power.¡± Edna glanced back at the four.

    ¡°Is it true Lady Edna, that you have a magic to unlock my powers?¡± Lucius asked, as they all sat in a semi circle, surrounding the mystic.

    ¡°I wouldn¡¯t say ¡®unlock,¡¯ but more like to awaken¡­that is if you are willing.¡±

    ¡°I don¡¯t get it¡­so does that mean all the Outlier¡¯s of Kindraire has or have went in a similar process?¡± Maxinus asked.

    ¡°Throughout the history of out worldly individuals. Once an Outlier wakes up on Kindraire, he or she already possess such potential¡­it only depends how and when that individual will make a move, grasping those power from within. However, what I¡¯m about to do is not to unlock his powers, but to somehow awaken it! Merely a guidance, which he still must seek for himself to grow!¡± She closed her eyes and put both her palms on top of Lucius forehead. ¡°In the end, whether his arcana awakens is up to his will.¡±

    A blue light emits from her hand, to which its particles slowly gathered towards Lucius. It slowly turned gold until it was no more than the glowing aura of the host.

    ¡°GATHERING STORMS OF POTENTIAL! HEED MY CALL LIKE THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE! LET KINDRAIRE GATHER A SPECK OF MAGIC, TO AWAKEN THIS BEING! A CALL FOR GUIDANCE! INCANTATION NUMBER 100: ARCANA MAGIA POTENZIAL!¡± She called and ordered.

    From Lucius and his weirdly lighted outlines. The aura started to flicker and brighten, as dark violet rays of energy combines with his now white lines of aura. It went for a whole minute until it slowly died down, ending the full incantation. He opened his eyes, now finally feeling his own magic! ¡°What is this feeling¡­energy, coursing through my veins! I feel it like strings from within, I can control it like a tangible thing!¡±

    He stood up to look at his body still, controlling and able to show his white aura.

    ¡°The fool finally did it!¡± Meda smirked.

    ¡°I hope with this¡­we at least have a chance of evacuating the civilians. Roidan will accompany the still loyal exiles onto our side. While our job is to rescue Nina and the dwarf brothers from the plaza.¡± Maxinus hoped as he stare at Lucius and his determined look.

    ¡°What do you feel now, Lucius?¡± Torrar asked

    ¡°I feel no different than earlier, when you casted off my throbbing pain, Torrar.¡± He smiled warmly. ¡°But for some reason¡­I¡¯m full of resolve, as if I can really save them, No! I will save them!¡±

    The three companions smiled, hoping that he can keep promises. And that they did the right thing in trusting Lucius, their only hope in saving Banduck, Welit and Nina from the clutches of danger.

    ¡°We have no more time! Let us get out, re-group with the others and confront Conrad!¡± Edna announced.

    They all went out, facing the nearly four hundred strong forces of what remained under Roidan¡¯s command. All agreed to help and oppose their founder. ¡°Conrad Darkweave will pay for his foolishness! A treason so great that allying himself with draconians shall label him as Kindraire¡¯s enemy! A treason so demented that makes him the betrayer of all humanity!¡± Roidan shouted at the gathered army, led by leaders comprising each squadron. A mix of fear, anger, excitement and disappointment from the news. The members ranging from ex-knights, warrior classes, thieves, assassins and wizards who formerly served the academy, agreed in unison for they felt ignorant, fooled, left-out and manipulated by the very founder they trusted.

    ¡°All hands, spears, swords, staffs and arrows! All are ready to rescue! All hands are ready to confront the traitorous captain commander!¡± They all shouted in unison, shaking the entire underground complex.

    ¡­

    It took them the whole night just to hold and fend off the invading army. With no rest nor sleep, they somehow managed with the help of both accompanying captains. Captain Jerome, led their offensive while using his first arcane release called ¡°Taxiarchis.¡± Upon releasing, his claymore transformed into a hellish Flamberge. To which its wavy blade blasted through sheer numbers within melee range. Captain Garlandth however, released his ultimate, Elysium earlier before their defense. Titled as ¡°Gabriel¡¯s Horn,¡± his ultimate parted the clouds, brightening the dim night, and finally blasted the ears of countless foes who¡¯s foolish enough to listen from the thundering booms of his dreaded trumpets. It was almost a win from their side, with vanadian defenders losing two-fourth of what still remained at their side. With the difference now being that the enemy piled even more the already bloody stone floor. However, even with the support of the formidable duo. They struggled still as more the invading army poured like rats from their kingdom¡¯s sewers. Eventually their suspicions of the jail being freed by the rebels has been confirmed!

    They kept pouring, coming out from the rubles of the already broken city.

    ¡°Hah¡­hah! It¡¯s no use darn it!¡± Garlandth huffed. ¡°Even my strongest attack couldn¡¯t obliterate this pouring numbers¡­it¡¯s as if we are destined to die!¡±

    ¡°Tssk! something isn¡¯t right here Garlandth¡­the other Outliers, the royal defenders and the main vanadian army! THEY should have been here earlier with help, but they are still nowhere to be seen!¡± Jerome gasped from exhaustion.

    With his first arcane release. He was dodging, running, cleaving and killing all night without stop until the dead bodies formed a natural red wall. A hundred may die, but another hundred will appear and replace the invading rebels. All night till morning they cling to the hope that ¡®help¡¯ will arrive with the army. However, morning indeed came only for the sun to rose up and highlight their grotesque surroundings. To their immediate surprise, Anne Marrionette the 3<sup>rd</sup> Outlier came with a familiar army. The walking dead bodies of the vanadian army! Her arcane magic specializing in ¡®Puppetry!¡¯ controlled by magical strings of arcane veins, running across their bloodied bodies. Their eyes glow red, now joining the many ranks of the invading army, the enemy!

    ¡°WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS MARIA!?¡± Jerome angrily shouted towards her, his expression telling both terror and confusion.

    ¡°What in the blazes¡­why would they join with them--¡± Garlandth wondered, with both eyes and mouth wide open to see his supposed ally joining the ranks of their enemies.

    Suddenly a quick booming sound came from a nearby tower. Both vanadian wizards and knights were terrified upon looking to the direction the attack went to. Garlandth, his head split open by a magical bullet! His headless body slowly dropped on the hard stone stairs as if a lifeless form.

    ¡°CAPTAIN GARLANDTH! BASTARDS! WHERE ARE TH¡ª¡° a wizard shouted, only for him to come next.

    ¡°What¡­¡± Jerome muttered, glancing back at the commotion.

    Slumping on the ground, his grip on his flamberge loosened from sudden grievance. ¡°WHO DID THIS?¡±

    Anne Marrionette stepped forward to greet the captain as if it were a normal moment for him. Her expression only shows emptiness towards the carnage.

    ¡°Morning¡­Captain Jerome. Look, I¡¯ll be blunt and short. Even if¡ª¡° Maria dodged a quick blade thrust from Jerome, his every step accompanied by flames bursting from every swing.

    She quickly ordered the controlled corpses to attack, surrounding him in all directions. Overall, the invading army now merged with Anne Marrionette and her undead puppets. A thousand strong surrounding the helpless group. The remaining vanadian knights and wizards whose loyalty are still with Garlandth tried to help the bloodied gasping Jerome, an act of revenge for their fallen captain. But he simply waved them away with urgency in his voice.

    ¡°STAY BACK! RUN AND GATHER YOUR LOVED ONE¡¯S! ESCAPE THIS HELL HOLE BEFORE ALL IS TOO LATE!!¡± he shouted.

    The loyal forces tried so hard not to leave, in fear of being labeled as cowards. But seeing Captain Jerome with his stern look made them not disobey his order.

    ¡°ELYSIUM!¡± He screamed with venom while staring at his traitorous fellow.

    The burning flamberge raged even more. Its red flames became blueish in color, same goes of the emitting aura of Jerome. And from his back formed wings that is also blue flames. With an armor so translucent with flowing white energies. Yet proved tangible from the many attacks by the surrounding enemies. But it was nothing from Jerome¡¯s sheer hatred towards the rebels, especially towards the traitorous Outlier that is Anne Marrionette.

    ¡°MICHAEL¡¯S WRATH!¡± He simply uttered. His head now covered with blueish flame of a helmet

    ¡°It seems that hatred finally woke the fires from within you¡­is it, captain?¡± she mocked with a smirk.

    ¡°ELYSIUM!¡± It¡¯s now her turn to released her second state.

    The burning surroundings of the plaza instantly died down. A round dome of tangible red strings of arcane flow formed around them, trapping the whole region, especially Jerome Bucklesweat inside within!

    ¡°PUPILLA OF TORMENT!¡± she said, after the giant dome completed its entrapment.

    Jerome in his Elysium form tried to attack its translucent walls of energy. But it was nothing as many strings tried to skewer and poke as he dodged the things.

    ¡°My Elysium, and its strings of torment allows me to control anything that it makes contact to whether it¡¯s alive or not!¡± She said as another one poke near his neck.

    The many numbers of tentacle like energies tried so hard to our maneuver Jerome, and even as trapping him again from within. But it was nothing from just the one swipe of his raging flamberge. The strings melted like butter from just his short vicinity, and from his slashing attacks that teared numbers, burning the flowing wall! The many burning attacks clearly hurt its host, as Anne Marionette now heaves her breath while controlling the dome.

    She dodged and ducked, avoiding the fiery fires of Jerome. Thanks to her status as a 3<sup>rd</sup> Outlier of Vanadheim, it seemed fair to survive against his Elysium. But to compare the two, was like comparing earth to heaven! It was only a matter of time before she gets in trouble as the flames slowly but surely coming strong. It was almost a direct hit from the raging flamberge of Jerome, only to be intercepted by a shadowy blade of Conrad Darkweave! Two Outlier¡¯s against one, inside the slowly but surely collapsing dome of energy.

    From the back of the invading army, a big portal formed, which step out Susan Quietblade, Delron des Armas a major rebel leader. And finally Demerron Xalxis the 5<sup>th</sup> Outlier. With the only one missing Outlier being Ryuzen Ironfist the 4<sup>th</sup>. The traitorous Ryuzen was said to flee from Zweigorath, the western continent of Kindraire. And now supposedly on his way towards his homeland to the east, Ayaxias. They all surround collapsing dome. The unknown hooded guests finally arrived, joining the enemy group looking at the shading barriers. Another hooded figure arrived jumping from a nearby tower to flank the other two.

    ¡°Enough! Let me handle my old rival, Anne Marionnette! We have an unfinished battle we promised long ago!¡± Conrad suddenly said, pointing at her.

    ¡°How?! It was only us from within¡­the shadows!¡± She wondered glancing at the abnormally placed shadow on the ground.

    The dome was lit by the energies, and to think that he managed to pull one off in spite of the strong light!

    From that moment, Conrad was engulfed by his own shadowy aura that gripped his whole body from head to toe. Protruding on his head are a set of black horns, and from his arms replaced by monstrous skin of dark scale of spikes. With his feet showing the same. While his eyes ooze a hint of violet aura flickering.

    ¡°YOU DARE CHALLENGE ME, A VESSEL OF ARCHANGEL MICHAEL?!¡± Jerome pushed through the dying tentacles of energy.

    They both clashed, angry flames against the calm shadows of Conrad. He was once the 3<sup>rd</sup> Outlier of Vanadheim, bearing the moniker ¡°Shadow of Samael.¡± However, through the years of his own service for king Odovacar Faux. He concluded that their king is hiding an important knowledge, an event that might change the fate of Kindraire. The hidden truth of their origin, of why they got here in the first place. And the appearance of Draconians bearing a semblance of Demons, enemies of Deus!

    ¡°You may have kicked me out from the elites¡­but you will not beat me again, Jerome Bucklesweat!¡± he dodged a flaming slash from Jerome¡¯s flamberge.

    ¡°AND YOU SHALL BEAR THE FRUITS OF ALL THE TRANSGRESSIONS OF REBELLION!¡± Jerome called forth his sword, piercing a forward trust as a beam of searing flames shoot out to reach his opponent.

    Just before it landed, Conrad was already behind him, thanks to his ¡°Shadow Step.¡± A faster concept of ¡°Dash Step¡± that he personally invented for himself as he exploited his shadowy elements. From all throughout. It was all calculated, one misstep or attack might cause the other to trip in his own death. Both using their machination to its fullest capacity and potential. It was no doubt that Jerome had the upper hand of battle. For their numbers of being an Outlier did not matter on their true prowess. Garlandth Fonthurman was indeed listed as the 1<sup>st</sup>, while Jerome Bucklesweat is the 2<sup>nd</sup>. It didn¡¯t matter as Jerome was the oldest of the current six Outliers. He had the maturity, experience, a blessing from Deus that made him bear his highest grade of machination, to be able to bear the power ¡°Archangel Michael the wrath of God.¡± It is said in the mythology of Kindraire that if Gabriel was the messenger, Michael was the sword of Deus, his protector and supreme general. It was witnessed before that when Conrad Darkweave left the vanadian elites. That his power was quite similar of Jerome¡¯s, that being ¡°Samael the Morningstar.¡± A pretty ironic machination that shows the opposite of his gift, the concept of shadows!

    The two archenemies went for nearly five minutes of exchanging blows and magic. Surprisingly enough, Jerome is now the struggling fighter, even in a heap of anger for his friend¡¯s death.

    ¡°Hellish Entrapment!¡± Jerome shouted.

    What followed was a compact cage made of raging flames, spewing from the ground, encircling Conrad. But it was only his clone made of shadow! The real one appeared from behind, stabbing Jerome on his back. They went again for a minute, though it was no use, as Jerome¡¯s Elysium and hatred cannot hold the unrelenting attacks of Conrad!

    ¡°Shadow Prison Grip!¡± Conrad shouted as yet again entered in a shadow step, dodging many spears of fire.

    The lingering shadows from the environment brought forth many dark arms that clawed and held Jerome in place. Jerome now spread from hands and feet, slumping his chest forward, obviously tired from the many battle¡¯s he has gone through, his hatred and goal of vengeance was not enough. His angelic form slowly undoes with his flames calmly grew smaller by the second. Conrad walked towards him, with a confident smirk as he in turn slowly formed a solid shadow of a sword. It was too late and pathetic for Jerome, as he only accepted his dreaded fate. His kingdom in burning shambles, now controlled by the former Outliers, his former brethren! All the rebels took the plaza and claim it as the first sign of their victorious rebellion. Finally, Anne Marionette slowly undoes her Elysium dome, revealing the grim scene as Conrad¡¯s shadow sword plunged deep inside the chest of Jerome.

    ¡°It was a good battle¡­Jerome Bucklesweat. Yet still, you fought on the wrong side!¡± the shadow sword straight to Jerome¡¯s heart.

    ¡°Yes indeed, vessel of shadows¡­to think that you¡¯d defeat me only in your first release¡­¡± Jerome smiled, dark blood spewing from his lips as his grip on the sword limps slowly towards the ground.

    It was finally over. The strongest Outlier of Vanadheim, the strongest vessel of Deus has finally succumbed to his death. Yet for just a mere moment. Jerome saw the headless body of Garlandth, his only one true friend.

    ¡°Curse you Conrad¡­my death will do nothing, and you shall reap what you¡¯ve always wanted. But, with my death¡­I believe a spark may start.¡±