The dusty city road lay before us, the ground orange and brown, and the red hills rolling for miles on end. With iron sword in hand I took one more look at the emerald pine forest behind me and silently say goodbye. I might never see it again. The other Saokags emerge from the leaves and nod to me, signalling that we must leave. Fireon holds his hands to his side and a red blaze starts to spread up his arms towards his torso and up his neck. After moments he is entirely aflame. Purple energy surrounds Firestone and the ruby gem in his forehead starts to glow with a vengeful light. La Muerte leans on a stick, looking rather bored, but then darkness runs through her face, her eyes becoming rubies alight by a thousand blazing fires. Tiny cottages line the street, pale drops of water run down the drainage pipes and wilting flowers pepper the window boxes. I stride towards the temple confidently, ignoring the stares of the locals, and my mind is racing. The only thing I can even think about is that this is a bad idea. I can hear my father's voice ringing in my ears, "Don't do it. You have nothing to lose". He is right, I have nothing to lose, but that's just because I've lost everything already. And now these people are risking their lives for me to just avenge that fact, and I can't lose this chance. A high pitched whistle flies through the air and snaps me from my trance. The six Pacifidores standing by the entrance to the temple look up the steps and then storm towards us. They pull twilight blue swords from their armour and the bloodstained edges glint in the moonlight. I clutch my sword tighter and rush closer and closer. The nearest one swings their weapon down towards my head, but I block it thankfully. I can't do it. This is the last of the true Saokags. No, no, it isn't though. It is a clone, a copy. It doesn't feel anything, it's just a weapon. But those eyes trapped behind that tall, jagged helmet are determined, blood-lusting, but almost innocent, like a child. It retracts its sword and swings again, but I run into him, sword in hand, hoping to tip him over perhaps. Instead I stagger backwards covered in a black liquid and the Pacifidore is lying on the dusty road, lifeless. "What is this?" I ask, lifting my hands that are dripping with the gloopy fluid.

"It's Jete energy. What keeps them going. Their equivalent of blood", says Fireon. It absorbs into my skin and rushes through my veins. Finally, don't have to use this sword.

"Well, it obviously doesn't need it, so it's mine now", I answer, stretching my shoulders back and flip my hands to the side. Two electrical whips crackle in my hands and I turn towards the other Pacifidores. I flick my whip towards one, wrapping it around his torso and making electricity runs through his veins. I let go and he collapses to the floor, a pile of Jete soaked armour. Confidently, I touch it and it absorbs into my fingertips. Looking over, I see Gator jumping onto one's helmet and sinking his grass-stained claws into his neck, making him scream in agony. A burst of cupreous flame leaves Fireon's palm melting the jagged edges of a Pacifidore lingering in the background's armour and he flops to the ground. I draw all the Jete into my veins and I finally feel ready to face Zena Zla. We rush up the steps and the doors open to see the deviless herself, her pale face protruding from the darkness.

"And there's me thinking I exterminated all you freaks", she says in a terrible voice.