James

The crowds and stalls have long since dispersed, the air itself is heavy. A man of considerable height stands before the entrance, his face hidden by a cloak. His appearance made the horses jump.

"Name yourself?" Arthur commanded well drawing a sword.

"I'm just a humble traveler." The man pulled down his cloak, his face scarred beyond repair. "The Name is James Cuthill. It's a pressure to make your acquaintance"

Arthur watched into James's worried eyes.

"Welcome friend, I'm overjoyed to see a warrior of such caliber." Will stuck out his hand. 

Wolf looked on with hesitation. Wisp taped him on the shoulder, the same reassuring way Lynx did. It felt off like the touch of a friend you haven't seen in years, awkward, cringy. 

James took his hand. "This holy force, it's dangerous, you should probably not enter."

"As I thought, maybe we should wait for reinforcements."

"No!" Wolf screamed. "I'm not going through with this, unless we go in there right now."

"You heard my son, we will enter."

"I hope you don't mind if I join you then?"

"Be my guest."

They walked in the group of thirteen not sure what they would find inside. The wide walls felt empty without the large crowds and loud chatter. Their feet echoed off the floor, reverberating through the whole building. The entrance revealed a cult of bowing body's, their path leading to a human. No a being beyond this world standing on the body of Kane, she rubbed her foot into his head.

"Humans, vow yourselves to me, thao has seen my power. Now show your support, say my name."

A murmur speeded through the room, it started silent, the words unrecognizable, but soon it turned into a rolling wave of screams and shouts. "All hail the divine queen."

Will took a step back. 

"Stop this heresy." Arthur yelled at the top of his lungs.

But the sound was barely heard over the torrent of words.

James stepped forward, and he didn't stop till he made it to stage, he stood next to the kneeling Alex, who was holding his stomach.

"Old man, are you giving up?"

"Wh–o are you?" Alex struggled out.

"Me? James the scar Lord."

"Another one? For being so rare it feels like you lords are crawling out of the woodwork."

"Don't worry your heart, I'm just a mere pilgrim. Now how about it, mister bandit."

"You recognized me? Oh well, yes this old man is ready."

Alex stood up, his legs trembling.

"I'm not out yet either." Jorge stood strong, his face so bloody you would think he's a ghoul. "I need a second to ready my magic though."

"That makes three." James looked up to the paladins. But a voice came from behind.

"I can still fight." The voice was rugged and ragged, it traversed on the edge of death. 

The legliss siren rank monster sat on the floor, his scales dented in.

"A Dragonkin?"

"He's a good guy, you can trust me." Alex ushered. "More importantly, that bitch is stepping on my disciple."

"Yes please rest. I'll heal you in a second." Jorge urged. 

"Don't forget about the holy order." Arthur marched down the stairs. "I, the Heaven Lord, offer my aid."

"Another one?" Alex laughed.

 The queen looked upon this strange event and giggled.

"How amusing."