Kane looked at the blade they had forged in the last three days. It shimmered with a blue tint to the metal. He had melt down his butcher's blade and fused it with dragon's blood and steel. His blade was not only stronger than a dragon's bane, but it was, according to the wizard, very effective against the undead. When Kane had asked the wizard about the undead, the wizard simply replied with a confusing and cryptic answer about necromancers. Kane swung the blade in the air, perfectly balanced, and lighter than most substances. The double edge of the blade gave the perfect usability.

"What will you call such a blade?" The colossus asked from behind the man.

"What should such a blade be called?" Kane replied.

"The Hammer of God, for this is the lord of swords."

"I think Ithelegon, should be its name."

"I have never heard such a name, does it have a meaning?" The colossus asked.

"It does, ithel, mean's lord, and egon is the edge of a blade, or in other words, the sword's name is lord sword."

"Oh! A man of many tongues," The colossus said surprised.

"I must say this sword is rather special, amazing now that it has been finished. May I ask what this rune carved into the hilt means?" Kane inquired.

"The wizard asked me to place it there, it restores the blade's condition if it is chipped or broken, though I doubt anything can break such a metal. I could barely melt the metal you gave me with the help of wizard's fire, it certainly is the finest metal I have worked with, where is it found?"

"It's not from this world." Kane replied.

"Did you collect such metal from the gods?"

"Not quite, but it came from the sky."

"From a meteor, "The colossus asked.

"Yes, preciously, Kluebbian," Kane replied.

The colossus laughed, wishing he had more of the metal to work with; it was after all, his favorite hobby. He was always at his forge when he could be; it was the cyclops in him. Cyclopes lived for the forge, to create weapons and armor. They loved fire, and where what Kane considered pyromaniacs.

"Are we ready to leave?" Senyela asked, throwing her bow over her shoulder.

Kane glanced back at the fair woman, her brown hair braided as always, "I suppose."

"We should be leaving as soon as possible, Von is still out there in the world, and I suppose he is after the king, after figuring out he can't get to me." The wizard Yaguil announced.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Kluebbian shouted with vigor.

"No, I'm afraid this mission is not for you my friend." The wizard said, holding his staff in hand.

Kane grabbed onto Ember's saddle, swinging his body over the horses back. He glanced at the rest of the party, taking Senyela's hand to help her onto his horse. The woman rapped her arms around the man's wounded abdomen, trying not to apply pressure.

"Yalin, stay with Yaguil. I know you have a history with your teacher, but remember that she will most likely venture to danger. She knows this as well, and we both decided it would be better for you to stay with the wizard at this point and time. I'll be back." Kane replied seriously.

Ellixa nodded with approval from Kane's message. She had to venture to danger, and she had discussed such things with Kane over the last three days. She knew the man had become some sort of a father figure to the young woman guiding her through her challenges. He had been the second but only man to have helped her in a way only a father could. Yalin's true father never gave such interest in her life the way Kane did.

Yalin glanced up at the man as he gave his lonesome stern look, he always seemed to have, "Promise you won't be long?" Yalin asked.

"Be back before you know I left." Kane smiled.

Ember started off, dashing into the distance as Yalin looked out. The horse went steady off into the noon day. It was only hours before the sun's set, when the two had left. It would take about a week to return back to the kingdom from their travels, taking them from their start to finish in a circle. Yalin starred at the ground in hope for a quick return.

Prince Cethin, previously known as the Iron Knight, starred down at the city. He watched as the undead walked the city keeping the living in check. The undead guards served only one, the Crimson King. Prince Cethin smiled under his heavy armor, as he swung his claymore over his shoulder. He was a prince, among the dead, and a king among the living, the crimson king made sure of that. The smoke from the city seemed to rise continually, and dead bodies scattered across the roads. The undead gathered their bodies as they threw them into the pit. There seemed to be ruckus as the gate as Prince Cethin starred down below.

Abel looked around; he had finally made it to the castle off in the distance. On sight they were attacked, rushing for cover as soon as they could. He had one of his men covering them, constantly attacking the men readying the ballista on the wall.

"Sir, I keep hitting them but they're not dying!"

"Keep firing!" Abel shouted back, as his men slowly advanced taking cover behind rocks as arrows came at them from the wall. They seemed to have an infinite supply of the steel tipped projectiles.

"We have to make a run for it." Abel said over their coms.

The tank rolled up behind them, as the men took cover behind that, advancing inches at a time. The tank fired back, taking out one of the many ballista. The energy beam from the tank scorched and metaled the stone wall. The undead soldiers on the wall slowly turned to ash with the heat of the beam. The gates opened, as a rustic iron figure walked out, the dark armor, flowing with a tattered cape. The claymore rested over the metallic shoulder in the hands of the iron knight.

"Who dare tress pass on the land of Prince Cethin?" The deep, venomous voice yelled.

"King Abel." Abel shouted back holding his rifle to his gun.

Abel took aim at the iron figure as the tank readied another blast.

"There is none such called King Abel. Bow before me, or die." Prince Cethin shouted, only a couple feet from the tank.

"Maybe next time," Abel replied as the tank fired another energy beam at the prince.

The white light surged, going through the tank barrel, hitting the Iron Knight directly. A crater developed in the ground as the knight rested on his sword, one knee to the ground. His head glanced back up as he gripped his chipped claymore tightly in his hand, leaping into the air, thrusting his blade into the tank. The men fired their guns, their energy blast hitting the Prince Cethin directly, but to no avail. The armor seemed to just absorb the energy blast, not even affecting the armor.

Prince Cethin ripped the tank apart, with his claymore. He reached in with one hand, throwing a man out, and jabbing another with his claymore directly in the face. Abel leaped to the side, as the six foot man dropped from the tank down below, dust rising in the air. The claymore swung quickly around hitting another man across the neck.

Abel starred up, the claymore at his throat.

"Bow before me, and live." Prince Cethin commanded.

Abel bowed, his mission was more important than his pride. He would kill this knight another day, but for now, he had Kane to worry about. Until Kane was dead, Abel had to play it safe, at any cost, even if he had to bow.

"Smart move," Prince Cethin laughed, "Walk in front of me, if you try anything you will die."

The men followed Abel as he walked forward, dead men, with sliced throats and destroyed bodies greeted them. The guards reeked of death, they were the undead.

"What magic do ye use? For I have never beheld such magic before," Prince Cethin inquired.

"It's called science." Abel replied shaking his head.

"Science?" the knight replied.

Abel sighed, knowing it was useless to explain. Even I child could grasp the concept, but to these people, it was so foreign as to be too hard to even comprehend. The Prince walked a while longer with the undead guard, until their roads split. The Iron Knight Smiled under his helm, as he walked stood in the center of town, horror behind the mind. Dead bodies plaguing the streets, and the living slaves to the undead; this was the world the Crimson King desired, one Prince Cethin could get used to.

Kane looked at the battle field around, spotting the massacred tank form the tree line. He stopped his horse, breathing heavily.

"What's the matter?" Senyela asked.

"We should stop here." Kane replied, helping Senyela down.

Kane leaped from the horse onto the ground himself a moment later, tethering the horse to a nearby tree. The evergreen trees made up the edge of the tree line as Kane thought of how he was going to sneak by the battle field and into the kingdom. There was no easy way.

"Senyela, I'm not sure I can take you into the kingdom with me." Kane said, looking back at the woman.

"As if ye can leave me, just because ye are finally healed form thine wound." The woman replied teasingly.

"This is of no laughing matter. You don't understand what we are up against here, and there is no easy way to explain, can you just trust me?" Kane asked.

"I can't just wait here." Senyela replied, disappointed, "The rest of my men are in there, how am I supposed to stand aside?"

"I will give a signal, when it is safe for you to come forward. Is that a welcomed compromise?" Kane suggested.

"If that is thine will." Senyela said, arms folded, and head turned to the side.

Kane glanced at the woman, wanting to say more, he wanted to tell her what was on his mind, but knew it was better for it to wait. Senyela had become a vital part of his life in the last few months. It was funny how close one could become to a person in such a short time. He had become quite proud of Yalin's accomplishments, and quite fond of Kiilla Senyela. He had forgotten about his old life, this was what he wanted; he was done with his past, and ready now to move forward to the future. This was Kane Reuben's knew life, his knew path.

Kane turned his head, as Senyela glanced back. He started off, sneaking through the field, his belly to the ground, his black chainmail matching the black dirt of the recent battles. The undead guards watched closely, as Kane inched his way towards the wall. He would stop every now and then, acting as a dead body on the field. Kane suddenly made a dash, hiding behind the tank. He starred down, finding something he hadn't seen in a long time, his dark brown trench coat, his shoulder belt, and his steel toed boots.

Kane didn't know how these thigs had made it here, or why someone would bring them, the leather trench coat was something the Tribe project assassin's wore during assassin missions. What this told Kane was that one of his former brothers was nearby likely inside the city. Kane threw the jacket over his black chainmail, and took off his black leather boots for his old ones, a perfect fit. He glanced at the belt he had usually attached a gun to. He starred at his sword, in sheath, as he attached in to the belt, before swinging it over his shoulder, tightening the belt until it was tight against his chest. Kane had longed for his leather trench coat at one point in time, but now looked at it with discuss, if he didn't think it worth wild, he wouldn't have worn it.

Senyela starred form a distance, watching as the rugged man swung the belt around his shoulders. The woman couldn't believe what happened next, as the man dashed to the wall. He leaped a good three feet into the air catching onto the stone wall, finding a hold for his hands, and then soon his feet. Kane glanced around before continuing. Senyela watched in disbelief, he had snuck across the battle field, and with apart ease.

Kane glanced up, as the undead guard looked down over the wall. The rugged man held his breath; he could easily be seen at any time. The seconds seemed to feel like hours, even for the experienced assassin. The hollow black eyes seemed to stare directly at him, but didn't find him. The man knew his strengths well, and stealth was one of them. The man started to want for air as he held his breath, he had assumed right. Whatever starred down at him now where sensitive to sound, and where partly blind, it was motion that attracted their sight.

Senyela drew her bow, knocking an arrow onto the string. She pulled back; ready to let the arrow fly if necessary. If Kane was caught now, she would be ready. Sweat dripped down from her brow, as the tension rose. All time seemed to stop while the guard starred down at Kane.

The guard finally turned away, as Kane continued to climb, taking in a deep breath. He controlled his breath intake, slowly regaining the much needed air. His shallow breath bounced off the stone walls, as he found another position for his foot. The last encounter was close but not his closes one. He slowly let his feet touch the top of the stone, before unsheathing Ithelegon. The blade's shimmer in the light let out a blue glow, before ripping through the guards head. It took only seconds for his partner on top the wall to realize what was going on, but the few seconds it took was too late. Kane cut the body in half, the black cold eyes, returning to normal. Kane looked grabbed the thick robe near the ballista on the wall, tossing the lengthy cord down. He waved his sword in the air, as Senyela ran across the field, finding some of her dead soldiers and brothers in arms, strewn across the area.

Senyela gripped the robe with both hands, barely rapping around half of the thick cord. Kane responded, pulling the woman in her armor, up the wall with the strong cord. He tugged hard, until Senyela's hand was seen over the wall. Kane grabbed her arm, helping her over the wall, quickly, crouching soon after. What they saw below, inside the city was pear horror. Lain across the streets were dead bodies, and people turned to slaves. The guards patrolled the entire kingdom, watching the living.

"These men are undead." Kane said, noticing their clumsy movements.

"Are ye saying the entire guard of are king was overcome and slain, to only be turned into slaves?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying," Kane replied point at the decapitated king's body on a pike.

"I have never beheld such a gruesome sight, not even in battle." Senyela announced.

"This is war." Kane replied, "What is Von's end game?"

"I don't know, but that man needs to die! He killed my men, my friends! He deserves nothing less than the bitter end of a blade!" Senyela demanded.

"Agreed, no horror like this should ever exist." Kane replied.

Abel starred at the grey skin of the men who escorted them into the prison cell. These men were not human, and the reeked of death. He already hatted this word, with its weird and inconsistent magic. He only hoped he would find Kane soon, to put an end to this miserable field trip. The men slammed their bodies against the stone wall, of the prison cell. Eight days and they were already in prison again.

"Cheer up ladies." Abel said, jokingly, "Papa, will get you out."

"Really," a soldier tested, "We've only come across trouble sense we've been traveling with you. This was the worse decision of my life. Why should I trust you, why should any of us!"

Abel stood silent, along with the rest of the soldiers.

"Do you think yourself superior? Do you think you're better than me?" Abel whispered.

"I-" the soldier stuttered.

"Well?" Abel yelled turning towards the man with anger in his eyes.

The tall man glanced into the eyes of his soldier, his tan bulky body hulking over the other man. He tested the man as he stood there. Abel grabbed the man's throat, lifting him into the air.

"Well, do you?" Abel repeated.

"No," the man choked.

Abel smiled letting the man fall to his knees, hands hitting the cell's floor.

"Good." Abel said, "Now to get out of this place."

Abel pulled his side arm, the pistol firm in his hands. He fired a shot from his pistol opening the door in one shot. The man proceeded with a swift kick, the cell door swinging from the force of his blow. The soldier's looked up at Abel, with astonishment.

"They never checked for weapons, grab what's on you and move." Abel commanded.