EA-LEC: The Light Of Hope Did Not Fade

Wild Fox let out a deep sigh as he sat at a table by himself inside of the Heroes' Hideout taking a drink. All morning, he had been sitting by himself in deep thought trying to figure something out. Unfortunately, all he got was nothing.

Ever since the Ignis Sword had gotten stolen, Wild Fox was mentally thinking up ways about how to return to their homeworld and track down Necross and his army so he could take back the sword for Priscilla and the angels somehow.

He couldn't stand his friends being hurt like this. Priscilla had no choice but to sit around and hope that her angel allies didn't get killed by Necross' rampage. Fenrir had to live with the fact that he could had doomed his entire homeworld. He had to do something about it. However, there was no easy way to go back home.

Wild Fox shook his head trying to clear his head. All he had to do was play the waiting game for now.

He was so busy being upset that he didn't notice someone walking up behind him.

"W-Wild Fox?"

The bearded man raised an eyebrow before turning around. It was then his pupils shrank down.

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Priscilla laid down on her bed staring up at the ceiling. Ever since that incident, she hardly left the tavern at all. She was too torn up about her friends back at home to want to do anything on Elarthe. Being trapped here was one thing but even she returned home, she may never see any of them ever again.

However, she was taken out of her thoughts of depression when she heard a knocking at the door.

"Hello?" Priscilla asked sitting up.

"Priscilla, it is me, Wild Fox." A voice said behind the door. "There is someone here who really wanted to see you."

The blonde woman gave a small growl thinking that it was Fenrir trying to give a poor apology for losing the Ignis Sword in the first place. However, she didn't want to look like a jerk if the person was anyone but the one-eyed wolf.

"Come in..." She spat.

It was then the door slowly opened up. It was then Priscilla's eyes bugged out in shock at who she had found standing in front of Wild Fox.

In the doorway was a young man with short brown hair with matching eyes. He wore a classy red zipped-up jacket with blue jeans and red and white sneakers. He was staring at Priscilla with an overjoyed look on his face. Priscilla continued to stare with wide eyes thinking that this was some kind of dream.

"S-Shane?" Priscilla asked putting her hand to her mouth.

The young man merely gave a deep sigh of relief before speaking softly. "Priscilla..."

The two stared at each other for a couple of seconds. It was then both of then got up and rushed towards each other wrapping their arms embracing themselves in a large hug. Wild Fox couldn't help but smile when he saw this.

"Shane! You have no idea how glad I am to see you again!" Priscilla called out with tears forming in her eyes.

"Me too..." The young man said softly with his eyes almost becoming misty. "When I found out that Necross' army had the Ignis sword, I immediately feared the worst!"

Priscilla's eyes widened before looking up at Shane. "Necross! Oh, Shane, I am SO sorry! I swear that I didn't lose Ignis! He was stolen! And I didn't even knew that Walter and Ripper were on Elarthe! I was doing my job and then... And then..."

It was then the brown-haired man merely pulled Priscilla into his chest startling her.

"Priscilla, I trust you..." Shane said softly. "I don't know what happened but I, along with the others are happy to hear that you all are okay..."

The blonde girl's eyes widened when she heard this. "Wait... The others?"

Shane paused for a moment before turning towards Wild Fox and nodded towards the blue-and-black-clad man. Wild Fox returned the nod before looking into the hallway.

"Okay, you can come in n..." He said brightly.

It was then his eyes bugged out before jumping backwards. Just in time to avoid a brown blur zooming into the room. Shane and Priscilla were both taken back as the blur charged at the latter knocking her to the ground.

Priscilla winced after hitting the ground hard. Suddenly, her face immediately got wet and cold.

"Fidestos, please stop!" Priscilla pleaded despite laughing.

The blur immediately stopped before walking backwards to reveal that it was a lion with a Roman headband around its neck. Despite it was a feral beast, it was grinning wildly while wagging its tail happily.

"Fidestos..." Priscilla said softly with a smile.

"You really had the prince really upset, you know."

Priscilla's eyes widened before looking in the doorway to see three people coming into the room.

The first one was a young man with green eyes and a full head of red hair. He wore a black tank top with flames on the bottom of the shirt along with light grey trousers and brown boots.

The second one was a muscular man with grey eyes and had on a yellow baseball cap over his short hair. He wore a black sleeveless jumper over a yellow shirt and had dark pants and matching boots.

The last one was the only girl of the trio as she was a petite young woman with long brown hair reaching her shoulders. She wore a dark blue Alice Brand along with a top that looked like the ones sailors wear. She also had on a teal skirt with lavender shorts underneath and had on white tennis shoes.

Priscilla's eyes widened. "Nathan! Ramiel! Sachelle!"

"Glad to see you are all right, Priscilla." Ramiel, the blonde man said with a grin.

"Yeah, vice versa!" The blonde said drying away her tears. "You don't know how happy I am to see you! Though I have to ask why are you guys here?"

The angels' smile then vanished before looking to the side. Priscilla and Wild Fox quickly noticed this.

"Um, guys?" Priscilla asked.

Shane looked at Priscilla. "Priscilla, I will tell you everything. But first we have to find the owner of this league. I think it is better that we have this talk while we are here."

The blonde girl paused for a moment wondering what had happened back in their world. Indeed, there was a bunch of questions that needed to asked.

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"And that was the last I saw of Walter and Ripper..."

Priscilla lowered her head after she had finished her story. Shane, Nathan, Ramiel, Sachelle and even Fidestos stared in shock at what they had heard. Wild Fox merely watched with a sympathetic look.

Bogus on the other hand sat in his seat at his desk with his eyes widened open at what he had heard. Even his assistant, Ms. Corporate stared looking a bit shocked by the story.

"I... I..." Bogus said holding his head as if a migraine was coming on. "I think I need a drink."

Ms. Corporate immediately dropped her shocked expression before going back to her usual emotionless look. She then made her way over to a nearby mini-fridge to get a drink.

"I... I don't know how is more shocking..." Bogus said. "That Lupin is actually an evil family-killing bastard or that Fenrir had pretty much caused Armageddon for his home world."

"I can't believe that stupid wolf did that!" Nathan said in disbelief. "Didn't that idiot realize the consequences of his actions?"

"I must admit, that was a poor lack of judgment on Fenrir's part." Ramiel frowned. "I mean the point of this Priscilla going to Elarthe is to protect him. And yet he went alone."

Priscilla merely scoffed. "Forget about that idiot... We got worse things to worry about."

Wild Fox frowned at Priscilla's cold response.

"All right, it is as you feared, Priscilla." Shane frowned. "After Walter and Ripper brought Ignis to Necross, he corrupted him and turned into from a holy phoenix to a dark one."

The swordswoman lowered her head down. "No..."

"What is worse is that they used him to attack his own home. The very heavens he was protecting." Nathan said in disgust clenching his fist. "We tried to fight them back but he was far too powerful. We lost a lot of soldiers... Including the king and queen..."

Priscilla and Wild Fox's eyes widened upon hearing this before turning her head towards Shane who had his head down in sadness. The young man had basically lost a lot of their friends along with his parents.

"Shane..." Priscilla said softly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute!" Bogus said sitting up. "Then why did you guys come to Elarthe?"

Shane then let out a deep sigh. "Because it is the only way to save our homeworld."

Bogus paused in confusion. "By retreating?"

Nathan immediately growled. "How dare you! You have no idea what the prince had went through!"

"It is all right, Nathan..." Shane said still looking at the ground. "I didn't wanted to desert my world but I knew for a fact that Necross' army would want me to truly destroy the heavens."

"Oh." Bogus asked raising a hidden eyebrow.

Sachelle nodded her head. "Um, that is correct. Shane is a prince. It is written that if all of the members of the royal family had fallen, the sky will turn permanently dark and the heavens would be turned into a floating hell."

Priscilla, Wild Fox and Bogus' eyes widened before turning towards Shane. They were processing the explanation that they had been told into their minds.

"In other words, if Shane dies, your homeworld would be doomed for good..." Bogus said softly.

The angels nodded their heads solemnly. Bogus slumped back in his chair before getting his drink. Ms. Corporate on the other hand crossing her arms.

"So basically, you are dumping the responsibility of protecting you to us, correct?" Ms. Corporate asked.

Shane physically winced. "I... I'm sorry but Necross has allies all over. It would be easy to find me in our world. I don't even think he had figured that I am not here yet."

"Yet? You said yet!?" Bogus asked in disbelief. "As in that psychopath is coming here!?"

"Relax, they are after Shane alone." Nathan said waving it off.

"That still doesn't change the fact that the tavern would be a target for their Necross' army seeing that Shane would be saying here." Ms. Corporate retorted.

The prince sheepishly poked his fingers together. "Um, well, we weren't thinking of hiding here."

Ms. Corporate raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Elarthe is a strange and vast place." Ramiel explained. "We was wondering seeing that you take in refugees, you could point out to a place where you think Necross' army wouldn't find us?"

"Please!" Sachelle begged bowing her head. "If you do that, we will promise not to go anywhere near your tavern!"

"Agreed!" Shane nodded.

Bogus looked left and right between the pleading looks on the angels as well as Priscilla. Even Fidestos seemed to be casting kitty-kat eyes at him as if trying to guilt-trip him into agreeing. After a few seconds, Bogus groaned slumping in his chair.

"It is a freaking nightmare..." He muttered. "All right, you win."

"R-Really?" Shane asked.

"Yes, we will try to find you guys a place to stay." Bogus nodded.

The others were overjoyed by Bogus' acceptance.

"Are you serious?" Ms. Corporate asked.

"Whether we like it or not, we can't just ignore the destruction of an entire freaking world." Bogus said.

Shane gave a small smile. "Thank you, Mr. Bogus. I promise that we will try not to cause trouble for you and would find some way to return the favour."

"Just lay off the mister, will ya?" Bogus asked before turning to Ms. Corporate. "So got any ideas of where they could hide?"

Ms. Corporate paused for a moment crossing his arms. Soon, she gave her answer.

"How about Night Town?"

Shane raised his head in confusion. "Night Town?"

"Oh, of course! I heard of that place..." Priscilla gasped putting her hand to her mouth. "That would be the last place Necross would go to look for Shane!"

"Um, and why is it?" Nathan asked not liking where this was going on.

Priscilla and Wild Fox's eyes widened before looking at Nathan just realizing that the red-haired man would be coming too.

"Um, well, Night Town is place in the Necropolis continent..." Priscilla said poking her fingers together. "It is a place that is in complete darkness and vampires and zombies live there."

Nathan's eyes bugged out. "WHAT!?"

Wild Fox quickly walked forward trying to diffuse a conflict. "It is all right!"

"No, it is NOT all right!" Nathan roared. "We are NOT living in a place full of scum!"

"Hoo boy. He is one of THOSE people." Bogus said rolling his eyes.

"But Nathan, it is the perfect hiding place." Ramiel reassured. "What kind of angel openly hangs out with a bunch of vampires and zombies?"

"Yes and there is a reason for that!" The red-haired angel roared. "There is no way that the prince would..."

"I'll do it."

Everyone turned their heads to Shane. He had a determined look on his face.

"It is as Ramiel said, Necross would never look for me there." Shane explained.

Nathan's eyes widened. "Wait, your Majesty, what are you saying?"

Shane shot Nathan a surprisingly stern glare. The latter shrank back realizing why he did so.

"Um, I mean, Shane..." Nathan said taking a deep gulp.

Shane nodded his head. "It is all right. I mean it is possible to live there right?"

"That's right. There are a bunch of humans who lived there as well." Bogus added.

Nathan whirled his head towards Bogus. "What!? They are masochists!? Who would willingly live with a bunch of demons!?"

Ramiel paused for a moment. "Um, us?"

Nathan let out a deep shout of anguish before turning around and storming off startling the others.

"Nathan, where are you going?" Sachelle asked.

"I am going to get some air!" The red-haired man roared storming out of the door. "Out of all of the cruel fates to go through..."

Everyone stared at the door with blank looks on their faces.

"So, should we keep quiet that there is a demon here that has the same name as him?" Priscilla piped up.

"Gee, you think?" Bogus asked flatly.

Ms. Corporate shook her head. "Look, first things first, if you guys would tell how many angels besides you are here?"

Shane paused looking to the side. "Um... about 108."

Bogus' pupils shrank as Ms. Corporate calmly raised an eyebrow.

"Well, safe to say that I am going to be quite busier with the paperwork tonight than usual." Ms. Corporate said flatly.

Bogus on the other hand paused before looking at his drink for a moment.

"This is FAR too weak."

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Nathan angrily stormed down out of Bogus' office and back into the tavern in pure disgust. Him. Shane. An army of angels being forced to live with a bunch of vampires and zombies. They were mortal enemies. Why should they tried to cooperate with the undead?

Such the thought made Nathan want to vomit out loud. He then gone to went outside to meet up with the rest of the angels. Surely some of them would share his disdain.

However, it was then when he froze when he noticed someone heading towards the exit of the Heroes' Hideout. His eyes widened when he saw that it was a grey-furred wolf with a large slash mark over his eye.

"Hey, is that...?" Nathan asked himself. He then narrowed his eyes before walking after him trying not to bump into anyone so he could lose him.

Soon, he had made it outside of the Heroes' Hideout. This made it a lot easier to sprint after the wolf.

"Excuse me?" Nathan asked getting the wolf's attention. "Are you Fenrir?"

"Um, yes?" The wolf raised an eyebrow.

Nathan nodded his head. "Good, that is all I need to know."

POW!

Fenrir found himself falling onto his back after receiving a hard blow to the face. Several by-standers gasped at what had seen. The wolf groaned before going to sit up until he felt a foot being put on his chest pinning him back down to the ground. Fenrir grunted in pain before glaring straight at Nathan.

Fenrir narrowed his good eye. "What the hell, man!? Who do you think you are!?"

"Who do I think I am? Who do YOU think you are when you took the Ignis Sword!?" Nathan retorted.

Fenrir's pupil shrank upon hearing this. "What!? How did you know about that!?"

Nathan narrowed his eyes. "Priscilla told me everything. You know why? Because unlike some people, I don't betray her trust after doing me a big favour!"

Before Fenrir could give a reply, he saw Nathan snap his fingers. This caused some flames to dance around his hand for a second. Suddenly, the fires merged with each other and grew larger. Soon, the flames died out to reveal a sharp-looking spear. Fenrir just stared stunned at what he had seen.

"Red hair? Wields fire? Fights with a spear?" Fenrir asked in disbelief. "Are you Nathan?"

"Good, Priscilla had told you about me." The angel said darkly. "Does that mean I could skip the part where you actually ask when I am doing this."

Fenrir's ears drooped. "Listen, man. I am sorry for what happened to..."

However, he was cut off when Nathan stomped on his chest hard. Fenrir let out a bit of blood.

"Shut up!" Nathan spat. "There is absolutely nothing that would make up for what you had done to us!"

"But..." Fenrir said weakly.

"You may not be a demon but the blood on your hands you had caused allowed me to classify you as one." Nathan said sternly before raising his spear. "And just like any other demon, I will drive your heart with his blessed spear ending your miserable existence once and for all."

Everyone's eyes bugged out when they saw this and immediately got ready to run off to jump Nathan from killing Fenrir.

However, one was quicker by getting out a strange weapon and running before Nathan. Acting as fast as they could, they put the weapon between Nathan's legs and quickly seperated them from each other before thrusting it upwards.

DONK.

Everyone winced at Nathan's eyes widened in pain. Dropping his spear, he immediately put his hands on his groin before falling forward straight onto Fenrir. The wolf grunted in annoyance and disgust before shoving Nathan to the side. He then looked up at his savior. A red-haired teenaged girl holding a broom.

"Ellen..." Fenrir said softly.

"Hey, wolf, you're okay?" The red-haired girl asked.

Fenrir nodded his head sitting up. "Yeah, thanks for that."

"Don't mention it." Ellen said waving it off. "It was more to stop the crap this douche was spouting out."

Nathan glared up at Ellen with tears of pain in forming in his eyes. "You dishonourable wretch!"

"Dishonourable?" Ellen asked before scoffing. "In what deluded world do you come from anyway?"

"What!?" Nathan roared.

Before Ellen and Nathan could exchange insults for any longer, a bullet had struck the ground besides them startling everyone. The bullets seemed to leave a small cloud of white smoke. The crowd looked up to see Bogus aiming his trademark shotgun from a window from a higher floor.

"If you are going to use the outside of the Heroes' Hideout, at least have the patience to ask me or a judge to hold the fight!" Bogus said angrily.

Fenrir's good eye before getting up. "Now hold on, Ellen only attacked him because he tried to kill me!"

The half-soul girl glared at Fenrir. "I thought I told you that I mostly did it because he was annoying."

"I know but it makes you seem less violent and get you out of trouble." The wolf whispered.

Ellen rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

Meanwhile, Priscilla, Wild Fox and the angels listened to the conversation while standing behind Bogus.

"Oh no..." Shane groaned.

"I don't know what we were thinking by having Nathan go by himself." Ramiel said holding his head.

"Now hold on!" Nathan said finding the strength to get back up. "You were there! You should know why I tried to do what I do!"

"Oh, you think that it is Fenrir's fault for losing a sword which is also you had foolishly" Ellen started.

"Um, Ellen, ixnay." Fenrir said quickly not wanting a bunch of strangers to find out what really wanted.

The broom-wielder stared at the wolf before shaking her head. Nathan looked back and forth in confusion.

"Wait, you knew?" Nathan asked before narrowing his eyes. "Then, why do you stop me?"

"Oh and you think just because you got some fancy weapon from an asshole god, that you can decide everything?" Ellen asked.

Nathan's eyes widened at this. "Excuse me?"

Shane's eyes bugged out at this when he heard this. He then rushed over to the window right next to a surprised Bogus.

"You heard me, the problem here isn't Fenrir." Ellen said pointing her finger at Nathan. "The problem here isn't Fenrir, it's opinion-entitled dumbasses like you going around thinking everything they do is right because it's for good."

"W-W-WHAT!?" Nathan roared with a twitching eyebrow. "You insolent, insufferable child! You have no idea who you are talking to!"

"Mm-hmm. I kinda know enough." Ellen muttered. "You wanna be an agent of god and do his work so bad, then take that spear and stab yourself for a change. Maybe he'll make you one his expendable, mindless, drone angels when he sees how good of a puppet you make."

She then paused putting her finger to her chin.

"Oh wait, I think I can see the wings on you already, and you know what, unopinionated, worthless pawn of God suits you..." She said.

"Testify, girlfriend!" A teenaged girl shouted cupping her hands to her mouth.

"Yeah, I don't know what that Fenrir guy did but who the hell made you judge, jury and executioner?" A young man agreed.

"And he says that he chose to see Fenrir as a demon!" An old man said. "That means he probably used that spear to kill innocent demons! Seems like the type of person to do so!"

"You have the gall to act like some noble hero when in truth, you are nothing but a self-righteous imbecile!" A middle-aged woman roared.

By this time, every person in the crowd was pelting insults at Nathan. The angel looked around at the hateful glares he was getting. He then slowly growled narrowing his eyes.

"Shut up! I don't need your opinion!" Nathan roared.

"Of course you don't! You don't have one of your own!" A man yelled with a smirk causing several people to laugh.

Ellen gave a smirk at all of the negative attention forwarded towards Nathan.

"Come on, Big Big Wolf, as much I loved this schmuck getting grilled, I can't stand crowds." Ellen said putting her away her broom.

Fenrir nodded his head but said nothing. The two then walked off though Fenrir had cast Nathan an apologetic face. The angel noticed this and narrowed his eyes.

"Don't think this is over, fuzzball!" Nathan roared. "There are better people who deserve to live!"

"I know a lot of tolerable people died while you lived but what does that have to do with Fenrir?" Ellen asked without looking back. Everyone laughed at Ellen's comment.

Shane on the other hand stared at the whole thing with a horrified look on his face. His skin was going pale as his hands started to shake. Bogus quickly noticed this and the others looked at each other in concern.

"Um, kid?" Bogus asked. "Are you okay there?"

Shane stayed silent still shaking. Soon, he had managed to calm himself down hanging his head.

"I knew it..." He muttered.

"Um, knew what?" Bogus asked confused.

"Knew that we had to hide the fact that we are angels." Shane said softly. "Otherwise, people would ostracize us..."

"What?" Bogus asked with his eyes widening. "Now hold on! What happened to Nathan was because he WAS being a self-righteous douche! The crowd turned verbally ugly on him because of his actions, not because he is an angel or wields a holy weapon."

Shane stayed silent for a moment staring down at Nathan stormed back into the Heroes' Hideout with the crowd continuing to throw insults at him.

"Sometimes that is all you need..." Shane said softly as everyone looked at him in sympathy.

"Shane..." Priscilla said gently.

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Much later after Shane had recovered from his depression and the group gave Nathan a much-deserved scolding, Bogus had hired a bunch of coaches to make their way over to the Heroes' Hideout to transport all of the angels to the Necropolis continent so they could live in Night Town.

Bogus, Ms. Corporate, Wild Fox, Fenrir, Spot and Remus stood in front of all of the angels with Shane and his bodyguards.

"All right, guys. The coaches should be here soon." Bogus said. "I had already told Pal everything and I do mean everything so he could help you prepare."

Shane nodded before bowing his head. "Bogus, you have no idea how grateful we are for this. If there is any way to return the favour..."

Bogus shook his head. "Just be careful, kid. All of you."

Shane again nodded his head.

Remus then stepped forward. "Priscilla, why are all of the angels going to Night Town? Isn't that place full of people who fight on a regular basis?"

"So young and yet so full of common sense..." Nathan muttered. Ramiel promptly elbowed him in the rib.

Priscilla shook her head. "Listen, I'm sorry but I can't tell you. All I could say is that it is very important that we'll stay there."

Remus paused raising an eyebrow staring at Priscilla and remembering what could had been the cause of the strife between her and Fenrir.

"All right... I understand." Remus said before whispering to Spot. "It looks like Priscilla is already one step ahead of Oswald."

Spot chuckled nervously shifting his eyes from left to right."

Wild Fox took a step forward. "Is there anything I could do to help?"

Priscilla nodded her head with a stern look. "Yes, I do. Please call us if you notice any... certain people."

Wild Fox nodded his head sharing the same look. "Don't worry, I will."

Nathan put his arms on his hips. "Let's hope that you don't go off on your own and make everything a hundred times worse unlike SOME people."

Fenrir visibly winced before glaring at Nathan along with everyone except for Remus who looked confused and Priscilla who merely looked to the side.

"Nathan, that is enough!" Shane scolded.

The red-haired man winced before looking away. "Forgive me, Shane..."

Wild Fox paused before crossing his arms. "If Necross is coming here, that means he is bringing the Ignis Sword with him. This time, I will protect my friends, no ALL of Elarthe from Necross."

Priscilla continued to look to the side. "Even if I have Ignis, I am going to protect Shane with everything that I got."

Remus looked around at the group. "Here is hoping that sooner or later, the sword would be found so Priscilla and Fenrir could make up."

Fenrir crossed his arms in thought. "Certain people... I wonder..."

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Meanwhile, on somewhere back on another world, there was a portal that was leading to the world of Elarthe. If people were to let curiousity get the better of them or walk into it without thinking, then they would have been stuck on another planet for a whole time. However, there was a group of people who actually wanted to enter the portal.

A man stood in front of the portal with his hands behind his back. However, he was far from a normal man. He had dark blue skin with short purple hair and had a pair of ram-like horns on his head. He was wearing dressed entirely in purple looking like a military leader complete with a cap and on his back were a pair of bat-like wings. By his side was a sheath with a sword in it.

The man continued to stare at the portal as it continued to vibrate. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming behind him. Turning around, he saw that four people were making their way towards him.

The first one was a teenaged girl walking towards him. She had pale skin and had an emotionless look on her face. She had long black hair with a black mini-top hat on the side of her side and she wore a black long-sleeved short-skirt gothic lolita-styled dress with zebra-stripped stockings and black shoes. She was also carrying a black parasol.

The second one was a well-built woman with short blonde hair and dull black eyes. She was showing her sharp shark-like teeth. She wore a lilac shirt with a picture of a wave splashing on it and had a forest green jacket tied around her waist. She also had on dark pants with matching boots. Strapped around her back was a hot pink guitar.

The third one was a well-built man with pale skin and short black hair. He was dressed nicely with a frilly white dress shirt with black dress pants and a black sash around his waist. He also had on a black shoes. His most notable features is that he had a pair of black wings that looked like it was made out of black flower petals.

The last one was a young man who looked like he was in his late teens. He looked like a zombie with his red eyes, blue hair and dull grey skin. He had on a torn green hooded jumper with the hood over most of his hair, tattered cargo pants and brown boots. His bandaged hands carried a double-bladed weapon.

"Ah, everyone." The man said. "Is everyone nearly ready?"

"Yes, Necross. Everyone is ready to enter Elarthe." The teenaged girl said with zero emotion in her voice.

The man gave a small smirk. "Perfect, thank you, Requiem. Now Walter, Ripper, is there anythere we need to know before we enter."

The zombie-like youth curiously scratched his head with his free hand. However, the well-dressed man crossed his arms in thought.

"Well, I believe that I am a wanted criminal there." The well-dressed man noted.

"Hm? What is it, Walter?" Necross asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I had killed a town hero or at least what the public may see." The well-dressed mused. "Unless the ones who knew Lupin's true nature managed to convince everyone about the truth."

The well-built woman shook her head. "Even in this day, I still can't believe what happened with Lupin in the end."

"I can..." Necross said lowering his head.

"Oh! I just remembered!" The zombie-like teen said slapping his fist into his palm startling everyone.

"Really?" Necross asked.

"What is it, squirt?" The bulky woman asked.

"Please, Ripper do tell." Walter agreed.

Ripper then narrowed his eyes.

"The blood of fire spirits are too hot while ice spirits are too cold!"

The four people stared at him with blank faces for a moment.

"Your opinion is pointless... Please be quiet..." The teenaged girl said flatly.

The zombie-like teen narrowed his eyes. "You can't tell me what to do, Requiem!"

"Now, now, children." Necross scolded before looking at the well-built woman. "So Maxie, are you sure you are all right with coming along."

She merely shrugged. "There are a lot of these portals leading to Elarthe. There is a strong chance that more than a few wielders of the pieces had wandered into this planet."

Necross nodded his head. "I am glad to hear it."

"Same here." Maxie said punching her palm with a grin making her sharp teeth give a glint. "I can't wait to see what new fish would be this new sea!"

"Just remember we are on a mission... Don't take this as an excuse to slack off..." Requiem said.

Maxie growled at the younger girl. "Don't talk that way to me, brat! I am your senior!"

Ripper blinked twice before raising an eyebrow. "But... I thought you were five."

Maxie's eyes widened before narrowing them. "YOU SHUT UP, TOO!"

Ripper jumped before growling. "That was mean!"

Necross rolled his eyes. "That's enough! How are we going to find the prince if you guys are bickering with each other like children!"

Ripper winced before looking down. "Sorry..."

"Sorry." Requiem said bowing her head.

"Sorry." Maxie concluded. Though her annoyed expression and her crossed arms showed that she was far from sincere.

"So how will we find Prince Shane?" Walter asked.

Necross paused before narrowing his eyes. "I don't know. What I DO know is one thing."

He then gave a smirk putting his hand on the handle of his sword.

"He may run and he may hide but sooner or later, we WILL find them." Necross said. "And when we do..."

He then took the sword out of its sheath and pointed it forward with it igniting in black fire.

"We will end the name of the heavens once and for all."

"Burn... Burn... Burn..." The sword said in Necross' hand making the latter's smirk grow even larger.

"A new era is coming..."