The Promise

The war against Paphet was finally over.

Irus turned to look at Mammon who was now carrying Arthur. "This man is not from this era."

"You mean he belongs to the past?" Mammon asked. "You mean he was under a spell similar to Lance's mother?"

"Yes," Irus sighed. "Now we have to talk to the Terrans. He is their hero after all."

The three Behemoths got back to Terra where everyone was anxiously waiting for their return. It was indeed a terrifying aura that the Forsaken had because even when they were not in the realm that Irus owned, they could still feel it.

"You're back," Madam Locraine touched her chest in relief after seeing Irus in one piece. "I was so worried about you."

"You knew I could handle it," Irus smirked. "Have you lost your trust in me?"

Madam Locraine wrapped Irus in her arms. "Of course, not. I know you better than anyone, after all."

"Did you only knock out Legion?" Elliot asked. "Why is he still here?"