The coolness of the stone cellar room was a nice change of pace for the mighty Gilgamein. But even he could not wait for his associates to arrive. Looking up through the basement window he realized it was getting late. "Come on where are they? They should have been here by now." He thought.

When suddenly the sound of multiple footsteps could be heard from the entrance. The giant turned his gaze over to the stone stairs all the while leaning against the wall with his four arms crossed.

From the hall came three men, smaller in stature in comparison. The first was dressed in mages robes like that of Warlin's inquisitors. The second man was much older and dressed in a fine black tux. And the third bore the resemblance of a retired veteran.

"Halt." Gilgamein said. "Tell me what is the rising sun?" He said in a cryptic manner. To which the man in the tux replied, "the end of our time."

Perking his attention the giant Gilgamein pulled himself forward standing up straight before speaking with a scoff. "Huh. It took you guys long enough. What took you so long?"

Upon hearing this the three men transformed into their true forms. For they too were demon lord just as Gilgamein was. Each growing in equal size, each bearing wings of a bat on their backs, each covered head to tow in black and red scales.

"The problem being the fact that our powers have become depleted." Malanar replied. "We can't exactly go forth slaying man left and right like we could before."

"I think you both are missing the point here." Valemier said chiming in. "The question isn't what too is so long to get here, but rather, WHY are we here? Did we not agree to go out separate ways? Lest that blasted EAM find us all together and end our plans in one fell swoop?"

The other demons lords looked at each other when he made this point. "Yes... You make a fair argument." Malanar said. "But do tell master blood mage, how is it we are here? After all this was your idea to follow the path of the tistive to leave Lamenreal."

"I... I dont know. This is magic I have never experienced before." Valemier said trying to piece things together.

"Come now brother Valemier. Perhaps the decision was rushed for the moment, but surly you have some kind of knowledge of our predicament." Mogroth said suddenly.

"For once, I don't know what to say. Or how this happened. I thought we went to another world like the tistive did."

"Well you're not wrong." Gilgamein said. "I may not be one for magic, but even I can feel the difference between this world and the last. The magic here is thin and vaporous. Almost none existent."

"So we did find a new land. But the question still remains. How did we end up in the same place when we agreed to find different lands each?" Malanar asked again.

"I may have an answer." Mogroth said after a moment of silence.

"Well don't leave us in suspense tell us what happened." Gilgamein said pressing for answers.

"Gladly. So as you all know we all went our separate ways following our defeat. Yet we had yet to see each other until just now."

"We don't need you stating the obvious we need answers." Malanar said interrupting him.

"Please let me finish." Mogroth snapped. "The place I found myself in was like nothing we had ever seen before. A place where machinery ruled the land, practically enslaving humanity with, what do they call it? Screens? And media?" I also managed to take one of these with to show you." He said pulling out a hand held vaccume.

"What kind of magic is this?" Valemier said observing the device up close.

"They call it a, mop-vac. It's meant to be some sort of multi purpose tool or something."

"As impressive as this sorcery is, you still haven't linked the gap between the relevance of this device and our current situation." Malanar said sternly as if losing his patience.

"The point being, the place I went to was far I to the future. So upon my arrival I began to study my new surroundings. And then I came up on something fascinating... A history book of this world."

"First futuristic magic now history junk? Just tell us what happened already!" Gilgamein barked out.

"You three are recorded in history." Mogroth said finally. Followed by a moment of shock and silence.

"We... Are what now?" Malanar said sounding a bit frightened.

"You three go down in legend and history of this world." Mogroth explained. "Valemier, you are known as a hero for leading a people against a colonizing force. Malanar, to the north west of here lies a powerful city called Parpanuan, a city of great importance and significance to this world. You lead the charge in its destruction."

"And what of me?" Gilgamein said eager to learn his future.

"Well, you are pretty poorly documented. As these people, the Durogudu are mainly remembered in myth and legend from where I went."

"So let me get this straight." Valemier said messaging between his eyes. "We didn't go to different worlds, rather we went to the same world, but in different points of time?"

"That is my theory, yes." Mogroth said rasing a finger.

With this news Gilgamein seemed pretty collected about the discovery. But Valemier and Malanar now found themselves with many more questions. Though they didn't know how to start.

"Fascinating." Valemier said stroking his chin. "I am curious as to what the tistive had done with this new found freedom. I mean, we did just copy what they did to get here. So if we trance ded time and space to get here, perhaps so did the tistive."

"Well now that you mention it there are some documents mentioning 'a long lost race' before civilization." Mogroth explained. "Perhaps they are the tistive you speak of."

"But if they transcended time like we did, I for one am curious to see how their own evolved kind react to seeing their ancestors and brothers roaming the earth by their side." Valemier said thinking of the possibilities.

"I think you're forgetting the big picture here. This is a bad thing." Malanar said. "If we become historical figures then surly the Eam will find out documentation and know where we are."

"Maybe not. I have yet to find any documentation about the EAM ever finding this world or catching any of you. Which I think means we are safe here." Mogroth explained.

"Safe or undocumented?" Valemier said. "Even if we are safe here we best not take the chance. We should find a way to return to our former times and stay there."

"And just how do you plan to do that?" Gilgamein said chiming in. "We don't even know how we wound up in the same time to begin with. Let alone how to reverse it.

"This place is a barren wasteland as far as mana is concerned." Mogroth said folding his arms behind his back. "Yet there are still trace amounts of tistive blood fueling what little magic their is. That wizard, Warlin for example."

"You smelt it too?" Valemier asked. "I thought I recognized that foul smell of pure mana. That man reeks of tistive blood."

"Indeed. Even I know not of another mage as powerful as him. Not in this world that is." Mogroth said turning around. "If we are to return to our timelines, that man may be our only way."

"But what I wanna know is how is he behind this?" Malanar said. "Healing, makes sense. Bending the elements, piece of cake. But manipulating time? Never before have I heard of such sorcery. Not even from you Valemier."

"Nor did we know of their ability to travel space." Valemier replied. "it's been centuries since we last met a tistive. Who knows what kind of magic they learned after all this time. Who knows how they adapted to this mana wasteland."

"It matters not how they do it. What matters is that they did. And if they can do it so can we." Mogroth explained.

"You're right. We need to know what that wizard knows." Valemier said looking back to the stairs.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's mess him up." Gilgamein said walking to the exit before being stopped by mogroth.

"Just what is wrong with you Gilgamein? You can't just barge in and tear him apart till he talks?"

"Why not?" Gilgamein said looking back at Mogroth.

"Have you forgotten about what I said about you three going down in history?" Mogroth said with a stern expression. "We cant just go in blades swinging like we used to. Every thing we do may be recorded by these people some day. We need to be clever about this."

"Ugh. Fine. How do we do this then?" Gilgamein said feeling a bit frustrated at not being able to maim someone.

"We need to analyze what we know to formulate a plan." Mogroth said letting Gilgamein go. "Any ideas? Malanar? Valemier?"

"I do have one thought." Valemier said suddenly. "I couldn't help but notice that the people partaking in this "Gladatorium" are much like us. Stolen from our time line and forced to battle for the emperor's pleasure."

"Yeah so what?" Gilgamein said crossing his arms.

"Well have you seen the warrior board for this event? They are all people who do not belong here." Valemier explained.

"So you're telling me that we were brought here to fight each other for that loathsome mortals pleasure?" Malanar said feeling angry at the aspect of being used by a mortal.

"Not entirely. Out of the four of us only Gilgamein is on the tournament board. Us three are not." Valemier explained.

"So there is a glitch in the system then?" Mogroth said stroking his chin.

"What's a glitch?" Malanar and Valemier said at the same time.

"A flaw. There is a flaw in the system. Geez I forget you guys dont have advanced technology yet." Mogroth said rubbing his head.

"If that claim is true, wether or not it is part of that wizards plan or just something that slipped past him is yet to be seen." Valemier added.

"But where do we go from here?" Malanar asked. "So most of us weren't meant to be here. What does that mean?"

"It means there may be others here like us who do t belong here either." Valemier said. "like that young fellow out there with the metal mask and white spikey hair."

"Oh that guy. I know who you're talking about." Mogroth replied. "What was his name again? Mister beta was it?"

"Mister beta? What kind of name is that?" Gilgamein said mocking the guy.

"It matters not what his name is. The fact being, if we dont know how we got here, maybe one of the slip ups will." Valemier explained.

"So our plan is to fan out and find people like us who aren't meant to be here and see if they just happen to know how they got here? That's pretty vague." Malanar questioning the plan.

"It may not be the best plan but it's what we have to work with." Valemier replied. "And while you three do that I'll see what I can get out of that wizard Warlin. I should fit right into his little inquisitors guild just fine."

"So that's it then. Well meet back here after the event is over and piece together what we know to get back to our time lines." Mogroth said clearing things up.

"Sounds like a plan." Gilgamein said cracking his knuckles.

"And one more thing." Mogroth said before anyone could leave. "If this works you three will need to keep your identity hidden so that you don't go down in history."

"Right. What must we do?" Malanar asked.

"To the north of parpanuan lies a vast wasteland of ice and snow. You should stay up there where the population is low. Valemier you move as far north as possible when you get back. There should be a land of death and ash perfect to hide in away from mortal eyes."

"And what of me?" Gilgamein asked.

"You can just stay here and do what you want after the tournament. The people here go down in history as nothing but a mere legend anyway. So you should be fairly safe. Just keep your name under wraps. And use a more original disguise too. I mean come on, it looks like you weren't even trying. You just covered yourself up in mortal skin and called it good." Malanar said.

"So? There's people here who are literally made out of silver. This looks won't make anyone suspicious." Gilgamein protested.

"...fair point." Malanar said after thinking it over for a minute.

"Alright gentlemen. We have our orders." Valemier said shape shifting back into his inquisitors disguise. "Let's find our way out of here."