Volohs smiled as he watched the minor god be brought before his very eyes. He knew the rules of Lumesc. When a minor god slayed a major god, such as the mighty Claydrin, they would absorb their power, though impossible the task, given the gap in their power and authority. However, Volohs had the funds, the power, and enough men to march through Hell itself, catching a few minor gods was all within his power, it was why he would win this war. If Claydrin wouldn't gift him with godhood, perhaps he had to earn it. The Amulet of Halv, the Mighty God of Smithy, Halvier had made the amulet for his one true love, upon her death, in the war against Oxroses, he had infused her soul into the amulet, allowing gods, or in this case mortals, to absorb other life forms. All Volohs had to do was become as a minor god.

He looked at the almost human like deity before him. Artio the Bear was a woman far from weak they had used twenty wizards using enchanted equipment to hold her in a magical field. Nearly a hundred Ommart had flooded the room. Volohs looked about as he cracked is neck. Artio the bear simply looked at the man. She was stocky in build, barely covered and her hair felt almost to the floor when she stood tall, giving about three inches of space. She had bushy eyebrows, long nails, and canines that protruded from her mouth. She growled at Volohs; besides him and the Ommart, every other man seemed to retreat from the monster as far as allowed.

Voloh's dropped his mace by the woman's face, savoring his victory, as he thought back towards his meeting with the Fates. A month prior to his current encounter he had spoken to the Fates, three women, who decided the destinies of men. Artio looked at him, as if to read the king's thoughts.

"So you have met with the Fates, weak blood!" Artio said in almost a grunt.

"Indeed." Volohs replied.

He remembered the scene he had stumbled upon as he entered the grove of the Fates. He had traversed mountains, plains, and forest to walk among the grey and gloomy area. The trees in the surrounding area had died, the clouds darkened. All other life had seemed to have died, as Voloh's climbed the dark grey and stone stairs. Some of the stone stairs were cracked; other's almost completely broken and shattered into pieces. The three women smiled as he approached them with his men on standby, the vivid image still implanted in his brain.

He recalled the cool wind brushing against his skin. The stone structure had been built towards a cliff edge, as the ocean could be seen beyond the drop off. Each of the three sisters had dark brown hair, except the eldest, who had a dirty blonde color. They each had matching eye colors, of different shades of hazel, and wore white dresses, that hung down to their feet, where their near perfect sandals could be seen.

"And what did you learn, King of the West?" Artio mocked.

Volohs smiled, his memories leaving him, "They told me, and I say this word for word. You are destined to be a god! Their words, not mine, to be a god, not some minor deity such as you. I must admit however, that your presents will be missed in this world."

The Mace flung back as with one smash of the mace, the woman's head made a huge cracking noise. Pieces of her skull jetted from her head, as her blooded and dazed eyes spun. This was the end, the great fall of Artio the Bear. Volohs hadn't hunted the bear by himself, but he had taken a step of no return. He was dedicated to finish this, no matter what. He could feel the strength of the bear goddess enter his body and souls, as she lied on the floor dying in a pool of her own blood. Minor deity weren't immortal, and only those with amulet of Halv could truly kill a God.

Volohs felt stronger then thirteen men, and faster than a legion of runners. All in the room quaked as the light grew dark, as if an ultimate taboo had been performed, it instantly rained, as if the Heavens were weeping. Thunder and lightning sprung from the sky, as if to show the rage of the other gods. Volohs seemed to be the only one, who felt at ease with the decision. While most would have now regretted their mistake, Volohs found only strength, and encouragement. Nothing would be the same now; Volohs was now on the path of power.

"What's next?" Volohs asked, turning towards the scholar, who was in position of the book.

The man shriveled as if afraid, of his master. Volohs was no longer a man, but a minor deity himself. He was mortal, yes, but now held power beyond any single person in the room, both politically and personally. He smiled as he walked off towards his room.

"My lord, have we not angered the Gods?" One of his many asked.

"And what if we have? They have not come to stop me. If they do not come to stop me, then what shall I do, nothing? Nay, I will continue, my intentions shall be known, and I will succeed." Volohs paused looking back to his scholar, "Are you coming?"

With those words the man followed his master, as they walked down the corridor.

Lennix looked up into the sky, the rain and thunder hindering the raging battle. Held at a distance by the Helmish arrows, the Ommart had little to no success at creating a bridge. It had been two weeks, and his men should be crossing the mountain. Nerus had called for men, and he watched as they surrounded the wall. Lennix had not been idle either, haven called for more men. Most were men, not Ommart, he had about three hundred men, and fifty Ommart, counting those who crossed the mount. It would take three Helmish knights to fight one Ommart brute. Their attempts to build a bridge were at a halt, they were able to build small pieces of it, but every time they tried to place it down, arrows would fly out upon his men. He needed a small distraction to finish. They would take back the border.

"War comes men, ready your weapons!" Nerus shouted.

He had recently heard of the king's death. Nerus recalled no heir, and so presumed commanded alongside the queen of Helm. This would be one of the determining battles to take place among this war. If they lost, it would be the end of Helm. He glanced over the battlements taking his mind out of thought and towards battle. He could taste the moisture in the air, and the sharp whisper of drawing blades was sounded by his ear. An eerie feeling of death came over him, today was possible his day. He feared for his life, something he hadn't had for years. Despair fell not only on the good general, but his men as well. It was unlikely they would make it through this attack. They had four hundred men stationed; only a small army was left to guard the other forts.

Snow began to fall from the sky, as it melted upon contact, both against the cool ground, and flesh of mortals. Lennix drew his blade, watching the wonder of snow, something he had always hated. Humans were said to be spiteful creatures, but Ommart were worse, much worse. He stepped forward as he spoke to the general, he needed only an hour. The men drew their arrows as Nerus stepped forward.

"It seems we are at an impasse here general! Perhaps you can surrender now and I will promise a quick clean death." Lennix shouted.

Nerus looked to his men, "shoot him down", his whisper echoing against the stone wall.

The breath of air was seen as the general said nothing. The only response was an arrow slamming into Lennix's leg. The Ommart yelled in rage as he ripped the arrow from his leg.

"Nerus, I tried to end this swiftly! Now I will personally remove your head!" Lennix shouted in a blind rage, "Men, attack!"

The roar was a cry of energy that the guard of Helm wished not to hear. It placed fear into their hearts, along with doubts. However Nerus spoke up in respond.

"Let's let them hear our strength men; for your country, for your wives and children, for your families!"

The cry came from the soldiers of Helm, almost matching the deep bellow that the enemy had given. They began firing arrows repeatedly as the legion charged forward. Lennix sent the men first; they took a volley of arrows as the other Ommart ran across quickly. The oil below soon turned to fire, burning the bridge they had built. Doe to the colder environment all they had was pine, the wood catching a blaze fast. Lennix walked across pushing dead bodies off to the side as the bridge slowly broke and burned to ash. The men across the ditch began returning arrow fire as the Ommart rushed to traverse the wall and the gate.

General Nerus had placed watchmen to his north side, to make sure the Ommart didn't stealthily kill him from behind. However his plan had failed as the quickly overcame the three men, their cries muffled over the sound of battle. The Ommart quickly climbed from behind opening the gate letting the men rush through. The fifty Ommart quickly made work of their arena. Two rushed out, letting the bridge down for the knights of Volohs to cross the gap. The fire had made the bridge hot, but the men rushed forward stopping for nothing. Losing a good some of the men, Lennix began to growl.

Nerus watched his back slashing and stabbing with his long sword. He blocked an Ommart as he kicked him down from the wall. He looked at his men as they slowly began to be surrounded. He looked for an easy escape, but there was none.

"Fall back! Push through the forces on the left side! Push forward!" Nerus yelled in his command.

Slowly the men pushed their way forward; the lives the lost were dramatic compared to the soldier of Volohs. Lennix calmed his men as they slowly secured the fort once again for the Kingdom of the West. He rallied ten of his men as he started hunting for Nerus. Seven were Ommart, out of the twelve that survived the battle. He followed the trail of blood, he knew the men were weak, and expecting pursuit. Lennix heard the crackling of a branch as he rushed forward towards the source of the noise. He looked about in the wooded area, as his men followed closely behind. They were soon ambushed by the remint of the forces. Quickly it became a scarce fight, were three of Nerus's men retreated with their commander, and two Ommart were left to continue the hunt.

Lennix looked about the trees, quickly catching up with the retreating force. They continued forward picking the men out one by one until only Nerus was left. The blood was so thick on their blades it could be heard dripping on to the leaves of the forest floor. Nerus panted for breath as he heard the Ommart slowly fallow closely behind. He watched as the two past the tree he hid behind, and the general took action, decapitating one before it had a chance to react. The body fell to the ground on its knees the hands clenched into fist as the dead soldier seemed to gasp for breathe as he suffocated.

Lennix turned around immediately, but it was too late, Nerus had pounced over him, tightening a rope around his neck. He wrestled with the man, taking blows as he struggled to constrain him. If not for his surprise attack he would have never won. He slammed his elbow into Lennix, as he watched the teeth cut through the Ommart's upper lip. Blood poured from each man's weary body, but only one stood victor. Nerus panted for breath looking down at the tied Lennix. The greatest Ommart alive had been restrained. He struggled to break his bounds as Nerus just knelt there, in exhaustion. He looked at the Ommart slamming his swords hilt into his head, until he fell unconscious. The ommart took seven blows before being knocked out, Nerus was amazed, it usually only took one for a weary or even a healthy man. He slowly got to his knees as he tossed the unconscious prisoner over his soldiers. He was glad he didn't kill him, his information could be the turning point in the war.