An: Hello everyone. I am back with another chapter. Sorry for the wait. Do have other stories. Were also a bit sick and been trying to improve my writing. Man, this chapter had a lot of parts added or deleted for sure. Wanted it to fit the former and next chapter. So, I hope this lives up to all that. Have fun reading.

Footsteps could be heard. It was clacking fiercely at the hard surface. Mostly to let the prisoner know he was coming. Not that it had any real importance, but Don thousand liked to strike fear into his opponents. In this case it was for not, because the prisoner in the cell was unconscious. It made the god huff annoyed. Not that it didn't please him, on how pitiful and utter miserable Vector looked in his human form. Tied up, hanging in similar tentacles Nash once had when he had captured him. Oh, how the tide had turned on this pitiful barian.

"Vector", the god said.

His hand roamed around his cheek. A tiny spark of chaos energy was present there, making the prisoner stir from his slumber. The barian blinked slightly. His eyes were having a hard time keeping themselves open, but it was to be expected since the chaos energies in him were almost depleted.

"Master...".

Vector's voice sounded harsh and dry. Like he was in dire need of water. Or in this case, chaos. It pleased the chaos god quite a bit.

"I apologize". Vector got out. "I did not mean to...".

"Who are you loyal to Vector?", the god interrupted him with.

"You. Only you... if that is what you wish".

Tears were actually peeking out at the corner of his eyes. The isolation had clearly made a number on him. Just like the deity wanted from him.

"See how pliant you can be when you try pet", the deity cooed.

Chaos was once again radiating from his hand. It earned a tiny gasp from his pet. His body slowly absorbing his power.

"I... I... Did not mean to... Be disrespectful...".

"I know pet. I know. You were only trying to be helpful".

"Yuma...?", Vector managed to ask. It seemed like that was his main concern.

"Safe. For now. We cleared our issues". The god chuckled as his hand went further down. Now roaming at his chest. "I think I will reward you for your effort".

Then without warning his hand went through his chest. It was clasping his lapis in a painful matter. Vector of course couldn't keep himself from screaming as the god's power ran through his body. The pain was excruciating. Not that the deity really cared about him or any of the barians. Besides Yuma, but then again, he was his son. The trials. The unlocking of his powers. It was all parts of his plan. A plan he was going to see to fruition no matter what.

After minutes passing. Vector was after all so depleted of chaos; it took extra time to rejuvenate him. Soon the deed was done, and the tentacles redrew, dropping Vector like some kind of ragdoll.

"Master...?".

Vector were looking bewildered around at his reformed barian body. The power radiating from his body were greater than before, which clearly confused the black winged barian. If Don thousand should compare Vector's newformed power, he would place it right below Yuma, and above Nash. For now.

"A gift", the god huffed. "Do not take it for granted".

Which in terms meant 'Betray me again and you'll die" speech. By the groveling at his feet Vector did, the pathetic barian did indeed understand that.

"I will. I will stay loyal this time. I will carry out any mission you ask of me", Vector pledged obediently.

All which made the chaos god smirk evilly. After bin at the bottom of the food chain in comparison to the others, it was clear Vector didn't want to go back there.

"I am glad to hear you say that. I have a special mission for you".

"What is it, Master?", Vector asked and looked up at him. An evil grin appeared on the god's lips now.

"Kill Yuma".

Nash's p.o.v.

Time skip.

"Have you found them yet?", Nash asked annoyed.

His nerves were already on edge as it was. Yuma had included him in the plan. He had asked him for his help. How was Nash going to deny him? His part of the plan was simple really. He had to guide the resistance members to the Barian world and lead them to the throne room without being spotted. They would search for the numbers, while Yuma was keeping Don Thousand busy. It had been easy. At least in comparison with Yuma leading his father away. None of the other barians were surprisingly around, and even if they had been, Nash was sure he could convince them to ignore them. After all, they all wanted to be free from Don thousand's tyranny. So, unless Don thousand had specifically ordered them to do stuff, his fellow barians wouldn't intervene. However, Nash couldn't help but worry. This was Don thousand we were talking about. Even though Yuma was his son, there was only so much he could do. That, and there was no guarantee the god wouldn't figure out the plan. Yuma was extremely terrible at lying. What was he even doing here? He should have been by his side protecting him! Sure, Yuma had grown in strength, but this was the chaos god we were talking about. He would need all the back up he could get. Especially, if things went south. The deity had indeed never physically hurt Yuma yet, but that could all change. Nash knew firsthand how the god hated when people lied to him. Vector was the pure example. He was still in prison for a crime he didn't do. What was he doing here? He needed to leave. He needed to help Yuma...

"Relax Reginald. We are searching as fast as we can", a tedious voice said. It did not help on his nerves. Of all the people the resistance could have send, it had to be the annoying, pompous piece of a human being to Quattro.

"Well, you are not doing it fast enough", Nash growled back at him. It already annoyed him that Quattro was using his discarded human name. How dare he?!

"Don thousand could be back any minute now. Yuma can only stall him for a certain amount of time. So, get your asses in gear and search!", he yelled at them.

"If you helped, it would be quicker", Quattro complained rather annoyed.

"I can't. I am keeping guard", Nash mused back in a cold tone.

"Yeah, that is just a lame excuse for doing nothing", Quattro huffed.

"Oh yeah? Like any of you can pick up on his barian signature and warn you in time", Nash sneered back. "Or are you suspecting that he would just waltz in here like a regular human?!".

"Oh yeah. I have trained you know...".

"Quattro. Give it a rest", He could hear Trey say with a sigh.

"But I...".

"If you worked as fast as you complain, we would have found them by now", Quinton countered with a huff. "He is right. We do need to search faster...".

"Unless...", Kite mused thoughtfully. He got Nash's attention instantly. "You have searched this place quite a bit already, and none of us, have sensed even the slightest power from the numbers. There is of course the chance he had hidden them somewhere, we cannot sense, but...".

"What are you saying Kite?", Quinton questioned worriedly. "You do not mean...".

"Yes. In this unlikely scenario, Don thousand have already anticipated our move, and is keeping the numbers on himself. Which means, this could be a trap", Kite concluded.

Something Quinton of course translated for everyone in here. Nash couldn't keep himself from shivering in fright as well.

"Ah. Finally. I wondered how long it would take you mortals to realize this", a new voice in here, suddenly added.

If Nash could turn pale, he would have done so. His gaze flickered up to the top of the staircase where Don thousand's throne was. Just like Nash figured, he found the deity there. He was sitting lazily, with his hand used as a headrest for his head. It was clear he had been sitting there, looking down upon them, for a while. That thought alone made Nash's skin crawl. What had happened to Yuma? Is he... That was all he managed to think before he felt a hand on his shoulder. A black hand that radiated with Barian powers.

"Good work Nash. I knew I could count on you", Don thousand praised.

Nash had to blink several times to realize what had just happened. The chaos god had moved, or maybe teleported, so quick that he had barely been noticeable for Nash. And if it had been difficult for Nash, he was sure none of the resistance members had. Or maybe Kite had since he was a ghost. Whatever the reason, he was now among them, with that knowingly smirk of his.

"I commend you all for your foolish plan. Using my own son against me, but alas did you really think I fall for such an obvious taunt". The god chuckled now. The numbers were fully visible in his hand. "Such a wasteful effort".

"So, this was really a trap?", Quinton concluded. "You used Yuma and Shark to capture us all. We should have listened to Eliphas when he said you would...".

"Reginald, you, you traitor!", Quattro interrupted with and were now glaring at him. "I vouched for you! I believed you had changed, and then you...".

"Such foolish mortals. Did you really believe my own enforcer would...".

"No, you are wrong...", Nash began in a low voice at first, but then gained more volume as his courage rose. "I am not yours! I am not one of your pets! You cannot control me any longer. Yuma, he is protecting me! I only take orders from him!".

Silence broke out between them, as Nash took steps backwards. To clear the distance between him and the chaos god. Of course, he was glaring down at him like there was no tomorrow, while he was figuring out his next move. He could teleport the resistance members back on earth, but was that really the right way to go? Don thousand was right there, holding the numbers in his hand. They could attack him and try to take them from him. The Arclight's did have some weird powers, but Nash was unsure if that was enough. This was the chaos god we were talking about. Don thousand let out slight hum. His head was tilted to one side. It was like he was studying Nash somehow. His evil smirk did not leave his lips though.

"I see. There is indeed some merit to that claim. I can indeed sense his power radiating inside of you. How unfortunate", the deity then spoke. "I would have had you battle for me one last time Nash. Alas, it makes no different. Even if my son is getting stronger and might have the powers to surpass me...". The deity chuckled darkly now. His knowingly smirk present on his lips.

"What... what do you mean? Surpass you?", Nash questioned bewildered.

"It seems I am out of time. The end game is upon us", the god said and flickered with his wrist.

Out of the blue, Nash's colleagues and fellow enforcers appeared from who knows where. All Nash knew was that the deity had summoned them.

"Master, you summoned us...", Dumon spoke for all of them. He could see the regret in their eyes. Especially, his own sister's and Mizar's. None of them wanted to be here, or in this case aid the chaos god.

"It is time. We are leaving", the god instructed and created a portal in which he made the barians jump through. One by one.

"No! Wait!", Nash shouted.

He had no clue what was going on here, but he couldn't let the chaos god escape. The chances of them finding him ever again, were slim to none. If any at all. Don thousand were sending Nash a confident smirk.

"Feel free to join us Nash. You will be witnessing a new historical era happening firsthand", the god encouraged. "That said, if you did, what would happen to your precious Yuma. Think carefully. The clock is ticking".

"What? What have you done to Yuma?! Answer me!", Nash demanded to know. But all the god did were smirking evilly and disappeared though the portal.

Yuma's p.o.v.

Yuma was floating. He was floating through this misty surface. This uncertain place. Where that was, Yuma was not sure. He did remember the punch his father gave him. It had hurt, but it was no way he was killed by it. Or was there? He barely knew anything about his father's powers. He was the chaos god. Maybe he could kill him without even knowing it? If so, was this the great beyond? Yuma's gaze gazed around. He was looking for anything unusual. Something that could distinguish the place from this ever-lasting fog. Sadly, there weren't anything. Only this creepy fog.

"Wow, if this is the great beyond. It is no wonder people don't want to die", Yuma mused to himself and sighed. What was he supposed to do now?

"Yuma", a voice whispered. Yuma were looking frantically around. Who was saying his name? A blue light flickered in front of him and once again Yuma was gasping in surprise.

"Astral", he let out in an almost whisper.

This was the second time Astral had visited him. Last time had been in a dream though. Did that mean this was also a dream? Yuma shrugged. Guess his father had knocked him out. That did make more sense.

"Astral. What are you doing here?", he asked.

"I... I wish for us to talk", Astral replied with and send him his go to smile. "The end game is approaching. I wanted to make sure you were ready".

"End game? What do you mean Astral?".

"You need to stop your father. I have already explained this too you once", Astral explained with a sigh. "I knew I had to explain again thou. You always been a slow individual".

"Huh?! Who is slow? I just have a lot to progress!", Yuma defended rather quickly, but then stopped up when he remembered Astral's words. His eyes flickered to Astral and then the realm they were in. This is the second time Astral visits me in my dreams. Is this a coincidence? I do miss him but... father says nothing is a coincidence. That all is bound together somehow. That Chaos and order go hand in hand. Is that why...?

"Zexal!", he then uttered. "The power of Zexal is the combined power of order and Chaos! The reason it works is because...".

I am a chaos being. But he could not say that. He wasn't ashamed of his heritage per say. He had already accepted that Don thousand was his father. Still, he felt a bit guilty. He could not stop his father in destroying the Astral world. He had let Astral down somehow.

"It is surprisingly astute of you Yuma", Astral said with a little smile. "I am indeed the order to your chaos. My father, Eliphas, tasked me with destroying the barian world, and I fought your father to do so. Simply because he was threatening mine".

Yuma blinked a couple of times over that news. Eliphas was Astral's father? That explained a few things. Not everything but some. It explained why Eliphas saw him as a huge threat too.

"My father says you used me...", Yuma mused.

He doubted that Astral would do so, but he needed it confirmed. To hear it from Astral himself.

"It was never my intention...". Astral let out a little sigh. "When we met the first time, I had indeed memory loss. Your foster father had intervened and send me to you. He wanted me to change my objections on chaos beings, and I did. Suddenly I valued you more than the Astral world. That was why my father wanted to erase my memories...".

"You are not really dead, are you?", Yuma interrupted with in a hopeful tone.

"For the moment I am, but my father is reviving me, yes. He is making the Arclight's gather my scattered energies throughout earth", Astral confirmed. "I recently gathered enough of myself to enter your dreams".

"I thought so", Yuma mused thoughtfully. "You are on earth somewhere. Along with Ena and the remaining citizens of Astral world. I can hear them. In prayers along with the people...".

"Yuma! You got to hurry! If you do not stop your father, our lives will never be the same", Astral encouraged in a firm tone. "Time is up the essence".

"You said that already. What does that even mean? Ahr! Why is everything so complicated!", Yuma complained annoyed. Astral just send him a reassuring smile.

"I do not want you to change. If your father finds the numeron code, you will". Astral leaned forward. His mouth touching his ear. "You see if you do not stop him...".

"Yuma! Yuma! Wake up! Please wake up!".

"It is no good. I cannot feel his pulse".

"Barians have no pulse! We...move out of the way!".

Yuma groaned slightly as he felt a hand on his chest. The power of chaos was radiating around him. It was very familiar to him.

"Shark?", he asked and tried to open his eyes.

After a few tries, he was face to face with the magenta color skin of Shark alias Nash's. His blue eyes met his red ones. Beside him was the Arclight brothers and Kite's ghost, which was a little bizarre. He was a barian. They were technically enemies. Not that Yuma saw them as that.

"Oh, thank whatever god out there. You are alright". Nash let out a relieved sigh. "What happened?".

Yuma let out yet another growl and tried to recall the events earlier. His hand roamed at the stomach for a sec. His father had knocked him out sure, but the punch itself had been more what it seemed. Had he drained a portion of his powers so he wouldn't wake up until his quest was done? He had clearly seen through his attempt on stalling him, but to knock him out. Did he not want Yuma to be part of whatever he wanted to wish from the numeron code?

"Father knocked me out. I think he didn't want me to meddle", he responded with.

His black barian skin was glittering in the light of the crystals. He must not have been out for long, considering the sun's position. Then again this was barian world. They didn't exactly have a real sun, and the time here was weird. Did the sun go down?

"He must have known I would lure him away", he continued with.

"That does fit with what we discover as well. Don thousand must have the numbers on him in person. We could never take them away from him unless we defeat him in a duel" Quinton said with a sigh.

"That could be hard. Especially, since he just left", Quattro sneered. "What is his deal anyway? He didn't even capture us".

"He doesn't need to. He is after the numeron code", Yuma replied with a shrug. "It bends reality. You and the Astral citizens will not be a problem afterwards".

"I guess. I just never thought Don thousand would be this overconfident", Trey mused. "It is a bit frightening to say the least".

Yuma couldn't do anything else but shrug. Over the past days, or was it months, he had seen a different side of the chaos god. A fatherly side that partly took his wellbeing over anything else. Partly. Yuma also knew that his father was the chaos god. He had to create chaos. It was in his nature. Just like his mother had. But if you looked past that... Yuma let out a little sigh again. This was very conflicting to him. He wanted to stop his father. He really did, but at the same time he didn't want his father to die.

"He is a god. They are overconfident", Nash huffed back at Trey. "Besides knowing Don thousand, he always has a plan B up his sleeve. Or a plan C. He took the other barians with him. Would have taken me with him too, hadn't it been for Yuma protecting me from his influence".

"So, we can assume that the other barians will try to stop us if we had tried to follow. He must see them as protection. Or in worse case, delay us in getting the code from him", Quinton said and went thoughtful.

"Forget about following him. He closed the portal behind him when we tried to follow him last time remember", Quattro sneered. "How are we supposed to reach him now? Only the numbers can lead us to the numeron code in the first place".

"I can find him", Yuma said and chuckled at the shocked expressions they all were having. Everyone besides his beloved Shark of course.

"Do you have anything in mind?", Nash asked. Faith was radiating in his eyes.

"Yep. Give me a sec".

Then Yuma let out a high pinched sound. Almost sounded like a whistling, even thou Yuma had no mouth in his barian form. A happy squealing sound could be heard, and out of the blue a goo-like creature appeared. It was bouncing around in pure happiness, before rubbing its top surface at Yuma's leg. It was like it was so happy to see him.

"What in the world is that thing?!", Quattro uttered rather scared.

"It is Yuma's dog", Nash replied with a huff. "Be careful. It can shapeshift".

"Tiragon! Who is my good doggy? You are such a good dog", Yuma said and stroke the now transformed dog. It was happily waggling its tail.

"Fascinating. How is that possible?", Quinton uttered stunned.

"Have you created it Yuma?" Trey also asked rather bewildered.

"Well, no, my father has. It was a gift, but I am sure I could if I wanted to", Yuma mused thoughtfully. "I am supposedly a true chaos being".

"No way. One of them is enough. Trust me", Nash growled.

"Aw. He is not so bad. What is your problem, Reginald?", Quattro remarked with a smirk and stroke the creature as well. Only for his hand to get stuck.

"Well, that for one thing", Nash replied and chuckled at Quattro's attempt of getting free. He did manage in the end. "Yuma has to allow it to be able to touch him...".

"It is all well and good, but how would that find Don thousand?", Quinton asked.

"Tiragon is created from father's power. He should be able to pinpoint his birthplace", Yuma replied and looked at Tiragon. "Search. Find my father!".

"And transform into Quattro now you are at it", Nash mused in a chuckle.

Tiragon let out a happy bark and began searching like a real dog with its nose in the ground. Problem was that it, by Nash's instructions had transformed into Quattro. It was very amusing to see a darker version of Quattro roaming around on the ground like a dog. Both the Arclight's and Yuma couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"Grr Reginald! That was so uncalled for!", Quattro sneered.

"And now you see my point", Nash only replied with and made Tiragon turn into a dog again.

The dog walked around for a bit. He was trying to catch Don thousand's scent of power. Then it barked again, transforming into a dark arrow.

"That way huh. Good going Tiragon", Yuma gave as encouragement and made the arrow shift into a tiny bird, he placed on his shoulder. He resonated with its power and soon had opened a portal in front of them.

"This way. It will lead us to my father...".

That was all he managed to say before he was tackled by something and sent flying. Yuma was quick to react though. Just like a cat he managed to turn the tide and land on his feet. The blow at him, barely felt as he was scouting the area.

"Yuma...!".

Nash's voice was shouting in the background along with other voices, but Yuma ignored it for now. Someone was here. Someone slightly familiar.

"Show yourself Vector! I know you are here", he shouted.

His eyes fixated on everything. He could not escape. An insane laugher could be heard as a figure, Vector, did indeed appear from within the shadows.

"Oh my, you caught me. How astute of you Yuma", the black barian crackled in his insane laughter. "I had hoped I could do this without anyone noticing. I would have been easier, but, oh well".

Energy rose all around the barian. It made Yuma's skin crawl. That power. It was chaos. Why was Vector engulfed in pure chaos? Had his father agreed to this? Had he given him these powers? Yuma were at a loss for words.

"I am sorry Yuma, but...". Vector's gaze flickered to the right Yuma noticed, before he continued. "But I am here to kill you".

Then he charged at him. His clawed hand hitting his arm. Yuma had by reflexes raised it to defend himself. A sensational buzzing could be felt as the two powers of chaos collided with each other.

"Yuma!", he heard Nash shout and noticed the magenta barian come to his aid.

Or at least tried to. With quick moments Yuma kicked Vector's foot and moved backwards so he lost footing and hit the ground seconds later. Now, Yuma was grateful for all the self-defense lessens from Dumon, Nash and his own father. It gave him the time to stop Nash and the others who now also were coming to help him.

"No! Go! You have to stop my father!", he ordered in a firm tone. It did indeed make the Arclight's and Tiragon stop up. Nash however...

"I will never leave you alone with a creep like him!", he shouted and were fighting the grip the other three Arclight's were having in him.

"You have to. At least one of us has to reach my father before it is too late".

Yuma advised and dodged yet another attack from Vector. As I expected Vector are not even giving me his all. I think Father ordered him to stop me, but why? Then it dawned to him. He knows I will be able to stop him!

"Tiragon! Take Shark with you to my father!", he then yelled. Tiragon of course saluted and grabbed Nash with slimy tentacles and began to push him through the open portal. The Arclight reluctantly followed.

"No! Yuma!", Nash shouted fiercely.

His barian power were aflame, as he fought hard to get free. It meant nothing since Tiragon absorbed it. Just as they had at the test way back. Yuma did however send him a reassuring smile.

"I will catch up. Do not need to worry. Just slow my father down".

That was the last thing he said to them, as the portal closed behind them. Yuma turned towards Vector who surprisingly hadn't done anything to stop the others from leaving.

"Sorry for the wait Vector", he said and cracked his knuckles. "Let's do this!".

Don thousand's p.o.v.

In the meantime.

Don thousand let out a smirk as he and his entourage landed in this unfamiliar world. Or it was at least unfamiliar to the barian enforcers accompanying him. To Don thousand this was nothing out of the ordinary. He had after all created this place months ago. The day he actually gained all the numbers and found the numeron code. Just like the legend said it was hidden on earth, above the cloud, with its location ever so often changing. It was for that reason no one were able to find it without all the numbers. The chaos deity had been busy. Sure, he had indeed found the numeron code months prior after defeating Nash and Yuma in that duel but had never used it. He had no need. Not at that time. He had after all succeeded in destroying the Astral world and given Eliphas a huge blow. The balance of power shifting ever so slightly. True, it was not enough to satisfy his revenge against the god of order, but it was a start. Eliphas would soon suffer tremendously anyway. It also did not matter to him that the god of order and the Astral citizens were taking shelter on earth. He couldn't care less. Just as he cared little about the earthlings. The only reason he was keeping them alive had been because of the deal he made with Yuma after all.

That had been his thoughts back then, and he had meant every word of it. It was for those reasons he had created this world. Call it a preparation for the inevitable to come. Don thousand let out a little sigh inside. Now that this day had arrived, he was both anxious and impatient. He wanted this over with, while at the same time wanting to saver the moment. Back then he had not lied to Yuma, when he told him his plans resurfaced around him. It had been the whole reason for why he hadn't used the code in the first place. Because if he did, he could never spend time with him. Over the years he had been watching Yuma. Watching but not interacting with him. Seeing your own son grow up and interact with a world you weren't part of. It was harsh. That had been the reason why Don thousand had ignored the boy, throughout the war with the Astral world. The moment Vector had freed him that time. He could easily had gotten the boy away from Astral if he wanted to. Instead, he let the events unfold. He was surprised to say the least when Yuma cleared all the obstacles in front of him, and in the end faced him in battle. One battle he lost, yes, but also had fought with all his might. The chaos deity could no longer ignore him, as he was standing there, having the same fire in his eyes that he had. The same determination as his mother, and in the end Don thousand took him in. He had after all promised him to come back for him one day. It was for the same reasons; he had let Mizar escape his grasp and stolen that number from him. Like he would have made this mistake of forgetting the mytherian numbers powers. He had let him go. All so he was not tempted to go get the numeron code before time. Before Yuma was ready. Was that so much to ask for some extra time with his one and only son? Before he...

"This world is amazing", Alito uttered and broke his train of thought.

"I think it is freaky", Girag muttered and shuttered a little at that. "Is this the world of the numeron code?".

"I do not think so. This world was never mentioned in the old scriptures", Dumon replied, and his gaze flickered over to the chaos god.

Don thousand didn't respond to any of their vary gazes. He had a feeling Dumon, as smart as he was, has put some of the pieces together. He knew Don thousand had created this world, by the crystals alone. As he would expect from Nash's former right-handed man and adviser.

"You know your objectives", the god huffed at them. "I predict these foolish mortals won't stay idle by and let me have the code. Not without a fight. Give it to them".

The barian enforcers nodded slightly. Guilt was shown since none of them wanted this to happen.

"And how are we supposed to do that?", Mizar questioned. "There is barely space here for a single duel".

"Split them up. Drag them to a field on earth of your choosing", the deity sneered. He knew full well that Mizar had only asked that question to drag things out.

"I do not care how you do this. Just prevent them from arriving here".

The barians could of course not go against this order and soon they scattered through different portals. All to carry out their objectives. Truthfully, the real reason Don thousand wanted them gone was because of something else. Something who was fast approaching. Sure, he did suspect the mortals would try coming here. Especially, if they had made contact with Yuma. Not that it mattered much since he had sent Vector there to prevent Yuma from leaving. Don thousand were eager to see how well his son would manage against him. He did not doubt that Yuma would win. However, right now he had another problem to deal with. He was fast approaching. Barely seconds went by, before radiating blue light appeared before him.

"I cannot let you have the numeron code Don thousand! It will be over my dead body", Eliphas declared in a fierce tone.

"I would not have expected it any other way", Don thousand replied with confidence and cracked his knuckles.

An: And that was that chapter. Wow cannot believe I am standing here actually. There is one chapter left before the epilogue. Then this story has come to an end. My first complete Au story. Cannot believe this. But thank you so much for all your support so far. Very motivating. Hope you will stick around to the end. The chapter is hopefully very action packed with heartstrings pulled.