Chapter 21: End of Part 1

September 12, 535

String music flooded the inside of the mansion as bright yellow lights illuminated everything around Eldric and Michael. Rather than heading upstairs like they had previously, they took a left and walked down a long hallway before two doors opened on their right. Past the two doors, a large banquet hall with elegant wooden flooring stood ahead. The walls were adorned with large paintings and the high ceiling was carved with an intricate design driving the eyes towards a large chandelier that hung from the center.

In the corner of the room, a large string ensemble played light-hearted music. Each musician took pride in their work as they played perfectly in sync with one another without the need for a conductor. Eldric watched as people engaged in conversation from the global stage as business deals were struck, laws were introduced, and connections were made.

"These are the chosen ones of the republic," Michael stated. "There is not a single person here who doesn't have some power over others."

"Except us, you mean." Eldric was overwhelmed by the smiles people gave each other. He could tell most were shrouded in fallacy as influence drove most of the interactions in the room.

"Indeed." Michael nodded as he led Eldric further into the hall. "There's free food that will be offered later in the night and a show that'll happen before the president gives his speech. For now, let's go meet the governor and thank him for his help."

Eldric nodded and followed Michael through the clusters of politicians and business owners before seeing his first familiar face. It was a man who was wearing a mustard suit and a white shirt, his kind face noticed Eldric as he smiled and turned to face him.

"My dear Eldric!" The man said. "I was hoping you would be here tonight." He turned to the group he was speaking to prior and thanked them for their time before dismissing them.

"Arndt, right?" Eldric guessed. He was not expecting to see the well dressed man at the banquet, but thinking back to his few interactions with him he realized he showed all the signs of being someone important enough to attend.

"Well said, Eldric!" Arndt chuckled as he escorted Eldric out of the middle of the room and towards the edge. The two stood side by side, watching the ensuing banquet from afar. "Have you been enjoying the banquet?"

"To be honest, we just got here." Eldric rubbed the back of his head embarrassingly. "So far, though, it's unlike anything I've ever seen." Looking to his side, he noticed a group of suited men who were watching the two of them talk alone. He assumed it was Arndt's bodyguards and paid them no mind. "Have you?"

Arndt laughed. "Of course! It's not everyday the President's Banquet is held. I do wish the attendees would take it as less an opportunity for business or politics, but there's not much that can be done about that."

Eldric watched as the business continued as if it hadn't stopped. "Is it really all politicians and business owners?"

Arndt sighed. "Mostly. The immediate families of some powerful people are invited as well, but they seldom show. Politicians usually show up if they're in the same political sphere as the president, and business owners are invited if the president agrees with their policies."

"Why don't they take the day off? Shouldn't this be a time to relax?"

"That's what I do!" Arndt laughed, drawing the attention of the attendees before they returned to their dealings. "Relaxation is important, isn't it? If you don't relax, you'll get gray hair like me one day, and be buried six feet under faster than a suicidal child! As for them, this banquet is quite often the only time in the year everyone is in one place. Dealings are made because there's no other time to do it. Mail is too slow to make on-the-spot decisions, so rather than take the time to relax, everyone is frantic to talk to the people the most need to."

"Wouldn't it be smart for you to do the same thing? I have no political or business leeway you can swing, everyone will get ahead of you if you don't keep in pace with them."

Arndt looked at Eldric and smiled. "I assure you, I'll have my moment to shine. Couldn't I be saying the same to you?"

"Oh, I'm only here as a favor to a comrade." Eldric stretched his back. "After tonight, I'm long gone from Greenwood."

"Where are you headed?"

"Who knows? Somewhere east I guess. Maybe I'll live with the nomads."

"Might I suggest Oneseo?"

"Oneseo?"

"The capital. I'm from a small village north of it and spent many of my boyhood years in and out of the city. I can assure you it's quite the sight to behold. All those people traversing throughout the various districts, it's like clockwork."

"Probably not," Eldric stated nervously. "I'd like to stay away from large cities."

"How come?"

Eldric hesitated. "Personal preference. Even Greenwood is pushing it for me, though this isn't the largest city out there."

Arndt nodded in solidarity. "I understand, the big city isn't for everyone. I used to hate it myself, honestly, but the people and my work overturned my opinion. Now I barely spend any time outside it."

"What do you do?"

"For work you mean?" Arndt chuckled before composing himself. "It's a little hard to say, to be honest, but I guess you could say I'm a leader of a people who only wishes for the most absolute freedom of Reinbose's people."

"Like a protester?"

"Kind of, but not quite. We're not protesting anything; we're working to better the nation through our own hands rather than ask others to do it for us."

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Sometimes. Living in Reinbose truly tests your strength as a human being, and I find mine is tested far more than most. There are days when I deeply love my work and my life here, feeling a sense of purpose. But then, there are days when the burden feels too heavy, and I long for the simplicity of walking away, of abandoning it all and never looking back. You see, Reinbose is in a peculiar state. On some days, it's like watching a child grow, steadily stepping towards a bright future. On others, it's as if you're watching someone repeatedly stumble on the same stone, each fall erasing the progress made.

"Our society is fragmented, split between progression and regression. In the east, the nomadic tribes face relentless harassment and discrimination from the people in the west. They are ostracized, their existence barely tolerated. While that would be a place to start, the ever-looming threat of the Einrich Empire haunts us from the west. If they ever decide to cross the Land of Solitude, our underprepared military will stand little chance. Our economic ties are straining at the seams too. Trade relations with Arlington have all gone quiet. Atesland, to the east, continues to bleed us dry under the guise of needing financial aid, without offering much in return.

"Yet, there's an undeniable surge of growth and prosperity. We're witnessing an economic boom that's unprecedented; our cities are expanding, our population is growing, and our people are generally optimistic about outdoing our imperial rivals. Education thrives, birth rates are high, and our citizens are making sound decisions for our future. We've even managed to make unexpected gains in the Northern War, despite our military shortcomings.

"Reinbose is not perfect, no. But days like today swell my heart with pride for her. I feel both the weight and the potential of our freedom in my hands. Eldric, we stand at a pivotal crossroads in our history. The decisions we make now will not only determine our immediate future but will also set into motion a series of events over which we may have little control. It feels as though we're on the brink of something monumental, a moment that will define the trajectory of our collective destiny."

Eldric thought about Arndt's words. "I've often thought of Reinbose as this perfect place, free from the worries of other nations, free from the struggles of life. Is that not true?"

Arndt let out a small sigh. "It's a common perception, especially from those who've grown up within its borders under the shield of our relative prosperity. But no place is free from struggles, my dear Eldric. Reinbose, for all its beauty and progress, carries its own burdens and conflicts." He glanced out towards the bustling street, the festival continuing to surge with colors and lights. "We have our freedoms, yes, more than many others. Our markets thrive, our culture is vibrant, and our people hold a strong sense of community and resilience. But beneath that facade lies a web of complexities—political, social, and economic."

Arndt's expression grew thoughtful. "The very essence of Reinbose is contrast—between old and new, east and west, progress and stagnation. We are a nation that fights internal battles every day: battles against inequality, against external threats, and against our own complacency. The life here is not without its worries; it's just that we've learned to carry them with a hope for betterment." He turned back to Eldric, his gaze firm yet understanding. "Seeing Reinbose as a sanctuary is comforting, and it's not entirely false—it is a sanctuary in many ways. But it's also a battleground where every day, we negotiate the terms of our existence and the future we want to craft. That's what makes it both a magnificent and a challenging place to live."

Eldric did not respond.

"That's why I do what I do. I continue to fight for the future of that struggle, mindful of what we need to do. Mindful of everything we've already done, and mindful of what we couldn't."

"And what of Einrich?"

Arndt looked back and Eldric and laughed. "Einrich?!" He stepped towards Eldric and placed his hand on his shoulder. "My dear Eldric, Einrich is caught in the grip of its past glories and current ambitions." He lost his smile and his tone of voice shifted to become more serious. "Unlike Reinbose, Einrich is a place where tradition and authority weigh heavily on every aspect of life. The empire is ruled with an iron fist, where dissent is often met with suppression rather than discussion. Its leaders cling to the belief that strength and dominance are the primary means to resolve any conflict, internal or external." Arndt's eyes narrowed as he continued. "The military in Einrich is formidable, deeply integrated into the identity of the empire itself. This makes them a constant threat to us, as they seek to reclaim their lost territory and reassert their influence over the region. Their society is structured, disciplined, and unyielding, which in many ways, is their strength. But it's also their vulnerability."

He paused, his gaze shifting to the men in suits watching the two discuss. "Einrich lost a lot in the First and Second Alcrestian wars, so much so they cannot help but remember every detail to a point. They want to undo everything that happened and wait for the right moment to rid them of the plague that rots them. Einrich's outlook is imperialistic, always looking to expand, to control, to dominate. While we in Reinbose debate and discuss, Einrich prepares and plans. It's a perpetual standoff between two fundamentally different philosophies of governance and life."Bottom of Form

Eldric chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood. "Nothing good to say about them, huh?"

Arndt smiled, removing his hand from Eldric's shoulder. "We're in a constant standoff with one another. If I had anything good to say about them, we'd be crushed sooner than tomorrow's daylight would come."

"Is there no hope for peace, though? I know each country has its struggles, but can't there be some resolution to the entire conflict? You speak of wanting the best for Reinbose's citizens, but wouldn't the best outcome be to seize the endless suffering war brings people?"

Arndt's eyes faded. "You're right, Eldric. Peace is the ultimate goal, and not just for the sake of our own nation but for all those affected by this ongoing strife." Arndt's gaze drifted towards the center of the room. "But achieving peace, especially a lasting one, requires more than just an end to the battles. It demands understanding, compromise, and most importantly, trust—elements that are severely lacking, admittedly, between both Reinbose and Einrich." He sighed. "Our histories are intertwined with conflicts and disputes that have left deep scars on both sides. Einrich views us through a lens of suspicion and sees territorial gain as a way to ensure their security. We, on the other hand, strive to protect our sovereignty and democratic values, often at odds with their imperialistic ambitions."

Arndt stepped back, leaning against the wall and folding his arms. "Though, it is as you say. There have been attempts at diplomacy, some more sincere than others. Occasionally, there are talks, treaties are proposed, and there are moments when it seems like a breakthrough might be imminent. Yet, old fears and old ambitions resurface, and the cycle of tension and conflict continues. It's been like this for centuries now." His expression softened. "I believe that one day, there could be peace—a real and lasting peace. But it will require leaders on both sides who are willing to see beyond the immediate gains of conflict and consider the long-term benefits of reconciliation. It will take a generation, perhaps, that values peace over the spoils of war, one that can look at their former enemies as potential allies. For now, we do our best to prepare for all eventualities, to protect our people, and to foster a spirit of resilience and hope. Maybe, just maybe, with time and effort, we'll see a day when our children can live in a world where the word 'war' is just a distant memory."

Eldric opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Michael and the governor exited the crowd and joined the two.

"There you are!" Michael exclaimed. "When you disappeared I feared the worst, but I brought the governor so we can begin to discuss your immigration!"

Governor Rooijakkers bowed and extended his hand. He was a thin man with very little hair on his head. A beard surrounded his mouth but stopped at the sideburns, giving him a wiser look. He smiled with crooked yet complete teeth and adjusted his thick glasses. "I've heard much about you from our friend, Eldric Freeman. I am Governor Max Rooijakkers. I hear you are from Atesland and have travelled far to attend this banquet at your friends behest. I thank you for doing so."

Eldric bowed and took the thin man's hand. "Please, the pleasure is all mine." He ushered his hands toward Arndt, believing they had yet to meet. "This is-"

The Governor laughed. "We're aware of who he is, Mr. Freeman." Rooijakkers stated. "How do you do, Arndt?"

"I'm fine, Max. Thank you again for hosting this most magnificent party."

"It is always my honor."

Arndt turned to Michael and extended his hand. "And you are?"

"Michael. Michael Hickhox." Michael averted his eyes from the kind man and did not take his hand.

Arndt smiled. "Indeed. Well, my dear Eldric, it seems as though you must attend to business after all. As always, it was very nice chatting with you. I'm sure our paths will cross later tonight, and if not, within the near future."

Eldric bowed. "Thank you for talking with me, best of luck with your freedom fighting."

Arndt smiled. "I will do just that. As I bid you farewell, my dear Eldric, I remind you that your actions offer just as much as mine for the future of this great nation. Believe in yourself, trust your gut, and rely on your allies."

Confused, Eldric nodded and watched as the kind man entered the foray of the crowd.

"When did you become buddy-buddy with him?" Michael asked as he nudged Eldric's shoulder.

"Buddy-buddy?" Eldric raised an eyebrow. "Hardly. We've just spoken a couple of times, talked about all sorts of things while we waited for your meeting with the Governor to be over."

"Yes," Rooijakkers said as he adjusted his nice suit. "Michael here has told me all about your desire to enter the country of Reinbose and live here permanently, and I would like to assist in speeding the process up."

"Isn't that great, Eldric?" Michael asked, patting him on the back.

"I can't do anything directly," Rooijakkers began, "but I want you to take this letter. Tomorrow, when you leave, take this to the Republic House of Law in the capital city and from there the process should only take a few weeks before you're officially a republic citizen." The governor extended a white envelope with a red seal on the back. Eldric looked at it before receiving it with both hands. Michael smiled and thanked the governor, who returned to the crowd after exchanging parting words with Eldric.

"That went surprisingly smooth," Eldric said.

Michael took the place of Arndt as he leaned against the wall. "He owed me a favor and you've gone above and beyond with your end of the deal, so I thought I'd help you out one last time."

"Above and beyond?" Eldric thought about the past week and the things he did. "You can't be serious. I've hardly done anything since we've gotten into Greenwood. What exactly did I do to go 'above and beyond'?"

Michael chuckled and grabbed Eldric's shoulder, mimicking Arndt's actions. "You might not know it now, but you'll learn someday. I'm honest to a T, and if you weren't here in Greenwood, we wouldn't be at this banquet right now, and you wouldn't have that letter in your hand."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"I don't plan on answering you. Just know that you've done everything necessary to uphold the contract." Michael stepped in front of Eldric and grew a serious look on his face. He extended his hand and grinned. "This marks the end of our agreement. Thank you for assisting me, and I'm glad to have assisted you."

Eldric looked at the hand. "What'll you do next?"

Michael shrugged. "I'm a merchant. There're things I got here in Greenwood you can't get elsewhere in the Land of Solitude. I'll probably strike up a trade with Paulek to earn some information. Then, who knows? Probably head back to Clerud. I'm at ease over there."

Hesitating, Eldric took the hand of his guide and gripped it firmly. He thought about their journey across the Land of Solitude and the memories from his first night returned to the forefront of his mind. He thought about his battle against the stalkers and how that went. Surprisingly, he had yet to see any more of them since leaving Clerud, and the nights were surprisingly calm since then. Paying no mind to it, he smiled towards Michael. "Thanks for everything."

* * *

George, Asante, and Leonard glanced around the main foyer of the mansion before a man dressed in all black stepped up to them. He had pristine white gloves on and wore sunglasses to hide his expression. He bowed towards Leonard and turned to the side, ushering his hand towards the grand staircase.

"Mr. Rietveld and company, welcome to Governor Rooijakkers' mansion. Before you enter the banquet, I shall escort you to your private room where food and drink will be catered for at your leisure."

"Thank you," Asante said, pushing in front of George and Leonard. "We'll take a look at it soon, for now-"

"I'm afraid not," the man interrupted, "you will be shown now prior to your banquet arrival. House rules."

George and Asante looked at each other. "Very well," Asante replied, "let's go."

The man led the trio up the grand staircase and into a long hallway with several doors on either side. Elegant paintings lined the walls and a fancy handwoven rug laid atop the hardwood floor. The man led the group past a few doors and into a room on the left. Inside was a large room with lavish furniture and three large beds. A circular table sat in the middle of the room and two couches lined the sides of a coffee table near the edge of the room.

"This is where you will be staying. You can stay here as long as you wish, but please be out by tomorrow's sundown." With few words, the man exited the room with a bow, leaving Asante, George, and Leonard in the room alone.

"Well, this is quite nice." George said as he examined a fruit bowl on the table. He rummaged his hands through the bowl before picking a bright red apple, biting into it.

"Guess Rietveld is good for something after all." Asante sat on the couch and looked to the coffee table where newspapers were strewn across in a neat order. "We shouldn't spend too much time here, though. Eldric is downstairs and we don't know for how much longer."

"Why not enjoy what we usually can't?" George sat on one of the beds and relaxed his head on the pillow, still eating his apple. "Kastor, Hagen, and Erick are watching the front door. They'll get him if he leaves early."

"I'd prefer it if we didn't have to rely on the last resort, thanks." Asante turned to the bed and waved George over. "Let's discuss what we'll do while we're at it."

George finished his apple and sat up. "Fine." He walked over to the couch and sat opposite Asante, leaning over and folding his fingers. "What's there to discuss?"

"Well," Asante began, leaning back and resting his arms on the back of the couch. "When we go down there, Eldric might notice us. Is there anywhere we can go that'll make us less noticeable?"

George thought for a moment. "Why not go after him as soon as we can? There would be too much a crowd for him to feasibly run away, if I go after him I could probably convince him to come with me, and then you capture him afterwards."

"That might work, but there's the chance he won't talk to you."

"Then why did you bring me along for this journey? I was told I'd be used to capture him because he'd listen to his father. If I speak with him, he'll listen."

Asante sighed. "Fine. You talk with him, but we can't do it right away. We'd need to wait until the right moment before we start anything."

"When would that be?"

Asante fell silent. "I imagine the president will be speaking at his banquet. Maybe then?"

George nodded. "That would probably be best. What will you do in the meantime?"

"Lay low. You'll be with me as well. We'll act like regular party-goers and talk to guests if they approach us, otherwise we won't speak to anyone."

"Perhaps we should stay close to the wall."

"Only if Eldric isn't. If he's standing by one, we should head towards wherever the crowd is, and vice versa."

George nodded. "Sounds like a plan. Did this really need to be discussed here?"

Asante chuckled. "I think so, better to be on the same page than not." He arose from the couch and walked over to the door and opened it. Pointing at Leonard, who took a seat at the circular table, he held a stern look on his face. "You're staying here, Rietveld. We'll return when Eldric is in our custody."

"W-What?" Leonard asked.

"Gotta say, I agree with Malik." George walked over to the door and tossed the eaten apple in a garbage bin next to it. "Two's company, three's a crowd. We'll be too suspicious if there's three of us. I'll come get you when everything is said and done."

Leonard thought for a moment and began to nod his head before stopping himself and arising from the chair. "N-No!" He stated firmly. There was a lump in his throat. He scratched his neck with his shaking hand as his feet stood firmly on the ground.

Asante chuckled mockingly. "What was that?"

"I- I'm going with you. I won't sit here idly as you carry out the mission."

Asante shook his head and closed the door. "You are not coming with us. What is so hard to understand about that?"

"I-" Leonard stopped himself and thought for a moment. "I got us into the banquet. W-Without me, you couldn't get Eldric at all! I'm going with."

George burst out into laughter, pushing Asante in the process. "Gotta admit," he said to the captain, "he makes a pretty damn good point."

"Whose side are you on?"

George continued to laugh. "The side of reason, Malik. Leonard here clearly wants to go, and he did get us in this place. Plus, a VIP room to boot. I say let him come."

"Isn't three a crowd?" Asante retorted.

George shrugged. "It is, but only if the third won't make any effort. Leonard here will clearly make an effort to help, and extra hands might be needed. Let him come."

Asante glared at Leonard in hopes to intimidate him, but in return found a man determined to live up to his words. His arms quivered, but his eyes remained focus. Asante shook his head and sighed. "Very well," he said to George, "but if Rietveld does anything I find disruptive or irrational, regardless of intent, I will not hesitate to get him to leave." He shifted his gaze back to Leonard. "Got that Rietveld?"

Leonard nodded and joined the two as they left the nice room.

As they walked down the hallway, they saw a man dressed in a deep yellow suit walking in the opposite direction as them. He bore a kind expression and bowed to the three as he passed them. The two men beside him wore black suits and did not change their expression as they walked through the hallway, wearing a serious look that intimidated Leonard.

"So, Rietveld," Asante began, "the plan is-"

"I heard the plan. I-I was in the same room as you when you discussed it."

Asante glared at him. "Well then, what is it you plan to do?"

Leonard placed his finger on his chin. "I-I guess I'll help guard the exit with you, captain."

George chuckled. "I'll tell you what, Leonard. Once I talk to Eldric, you can help me and Malik capture him for good. No need for guarding the door, if Eldric doesn't know you're here that works to our advantage."

Leonard jumped a little. He remembered the encounter he, Kastor, Erick, and Hagen had with Eldric the day prior and remembered that Eldric knew all of them were here. Slowly, he nodded, and his legs began to quiver.

"Not getting cold feet, are you Rietveld?" Asante asked, moving his head in front of Leonard's face.

Leonard blinked twice and shook his head, snapping back into place. "Sorry, wrong thought at the wrong time."

"That 'wrong time' better not happen when we're after Eldric, understand?"

Leonard nodded, gripping his legs with his hands to steady them.

As the trio entered the banquet hall, they were surprised by the amount of people who were there. George and Leonard were immediately taken by the ensemble of instruments playing confidently in the corner as Asante glanced around the room for any sign of Eldric.

"There he is," he whispered to George, pointing to the wall on the opposite side of the room. The tall man they had seen with him previously was talking beside him as they watched the crowd of banquet-goers in the center of the room. "Let's find a place to sit and relax."

George nudged Leonard who had continued to watch the musicians play their hypnotic music. Once Leonard was broken from his trance, the three walked around and found a large circular table decorated with a thick white linen tablecloth. There were empty drinks strewn across the tabletop and several large chairs that surrounded it. Surprisingly, it was the only table that hadn't had anyone sitting around it, so the three took their seats and observed Eldric through the moving crowd.

"We're so close," Asante began. "The chancellor will be proud."

"The chancellor?" George questioned. "You haven't mentioned him in a while."

"Regardless, we need to keep an eye on that boy. I don't know who he is with, but we must make sure that man does not run off with him."

"Right."

The three sat in silence and Leonard was quickly entranced by the music once again as the party continued to move around them. Eventually, an opera singer came forward and began to sing a marvelous tune, bringing the banquet hall to a quiet murmur. She sang in the native language of Reinbose as she painted scenes of greenery and wove stories of years past.

"May I sit here?" A man had come up to George and placed his big hand on his shoulder. He wore a darker complexion and a thick head of gray hair. He smiled with straight white teeth and wore a red and tan robe that George had not seen in some time. He pointed to the seat next to him, which had remained empty since the three sat down.

"Oh, nobody is sitting there." George smiled and turned to face the opera singer. Asante shot him daggers as he continued to stare at Eldric and his companion who had both turned silent since the opera singer came on.

"Thank you, sir." The man sat down and crossed his arms. "Your kindness extends past boundaries, does it not?"

George looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean of the way I look. Your kind and my kind are not exactly best friends." His voice was deep and quiet but carried a great weight about it. "I am Nynniaw. I hail from the eastern republic on invitation from our gracious president. And you?"

"George, George Freeman. This is Malik Asante and Leonard Rietveld. We're here for similar reasons."

"I see. A Rietveld, eh? That's quite the name you bear my friend."

Leonard did not hear Nynniaw.

"Sorry," George said with a smile, "he's very into the music."

"That is good, very good. Music can say a lot about a man's character. If a man cannot listen to the music, he has no right to lead other men. That is what I say."

George nodded.

"I lead my men back home. We are of a village called Awegon, or Eagle's Peak. It's a unique 'nomadic village', as you call it, where we are in one place."

"I see, I thought nomads moved with the spirits and worshiped them along the way."

"Most do. Our village moved for centuries until long ago we followed an eagle to a valley where the mountains surrounding us portrayed that of an eagle. Seeing it as a sign from the spirits we have not moved since."

"Do you like it out west?"

"I do. The people are less than desirable, we hope for peace between the eastern peoples and the western peoples, but that has yet to be. I come here for that reason alone. The spirit of the wind has told me that tonight, the winds of change are not in balance and that change is happening soon. I have yet to see that change, and yet it may have already happened."

"The spirit of the wind?"

"We worship the wind and the earth, our people do. I had a vision only days ago, and the spirit of the wind has brought me here tonight."

"That's very nice. Best of luck with that." George tried to turn to the opera singer but Nynniaw stopped his motion with his large hand.

"The wind around you is dark. It pulsates out of you as if you don't have much time left."

George quivered. "What was that?"

Their conversation was briefly interrupted as the opera singer hit a high note, drawing applause from the audience. As the clapping subsided, George looked back at Nynniaw.

"The spirits tell me you will not see to the end of next year, so long you continue down this path."

George, now getting annoyed, swatted the man's hand away. "What do you know? You come and sit down and then tell me I'm gonna die? Just watch the singer, man!"

Nynniaw bowed. "Of course. I only return your kindness with kindness of my own."

"Kindness? You call telling someone they're gonna die kindness? You're crazy!"

"Believe it if you wish or doubt it if you wish. I only spread the word of the spirits to you."

George rolled his eyes. "Yeah, thanks."

The opera singer finished her song and took a deep breath before bowing into a ninety-degree angle. The attendees erupted in cheers and flowers were tossed her way. Those sitting rose to give a standing ovation and the trio followed suit. Nynniaw remained seated as he calmly clapped from his fingertips. As the crowd began to quiet down, the singer walked off and out of the hall. The musicians began playing once more and light conversation began from the crowd.

"Well," Nynniaw stated, arising from his seat. "I've done what I needed to do."

George squinted with confusion. "What? You only sat for maybe five minutes!"

"That's all I needed. I did what the spirits have instructed me, and now I must return home."

"What about the winds of change and all that?"

Nynniaw bowed his head and smiled, closing his eyes. "There is only so much I can do as a human being, and now I have done all that." He turned and walked towards the exit, bidding goodbye to those who knew him.

"What was that all about?" Asante inquired.

George shrugged. "To tell you the truth, I have no idea. The guy sat down, said some spiritual stuff, and then told me I only have so much to live. He's gone now so it's not like I care all to much, but if he stuck around there was another thing coming."

"L-Let's not get violent here," Leonard added, "remember w-what we're here for."

George sighed. "You're right. Regardless, I'm sure it'll only be a matter of time before the president comes on."

* * *

"That singer was quite something, wasn't she?" Michael continued to clap even after the room seized the applause. "I mean, how many times have you heard a voice that soothing?"

Eldric chuckled. "She's very good. If you ask me, though, the bard from Abatu takes the cake."

"Oh, Romeo Vicente? I forgot you got to listen to him. I can see the appeal he brings for sure, but there's something about the elegance and prestige that opera brings."

Eldric tilted his head to the side. "I guess."

The two fell silent as light conversation began to erupt within the crowd and as the music continued in a quieter tone. From a distance, Eldric could see the governor make his way up to the front of the hall, people continuing to introduce themselves and thank him for their invitation along the way.

Once the governor reached the front of the hall, he stepped up on a raised platform and knocked a piece of silverware against a glass to receive everyone's attention. The light conversation seized once again and everyone's attention was drawn to the thin man.

"Welcome-" the governor cleared his throat and began again. "Welcome everyone to tonight's annual presidential banquet! I'm ever so thankful each and every one of you could make it tonight, it has always been an honor of the governor of the Founder's Region to hose this exquisite banquet year in and year out, and all of this would not be possible without each and every one of you supporting and backing our great nations politics, businesses, and economics!" The crowd lightly clapped as respect was shown to Governor Rooijakkers. "We have a series of speakers for each of you today, so if each of you could move to the edges of the room, my staff will bring out several tables for those who wish to sit can. We already have some tables set up, so if those could be filled up quickly, that would be fantastic."

As Rooijakkers had said, the staff brought several wooden tables into the hall and strewed them across the hall, giving each table around eight chairs each. Eldric and Michael remained standing as they watched some attendees join them in the back of the room and others sit with their respective parties at the various tables. Each one received a nice white cloth atop it and the chairs were extravagant and large.

Once everyone had settled, Rooijakkers bowed and continued speaking. "I'd like to thank the Greenwood Ensemble for their continued great work in the music world, without each of you, this night would not be as incredible as it already is. I'd also like to extend my warm thanks towards the fantastic opera singer, Alma Kopp! She is a superstar from Oneseo, and we thank her for making the trip out here." Alma stood as the crowd erupted in cheers and applause once again. Once she sat down, Rooijakkers continued. "I don't want to take up too much of your time, but I'd like to leave you all with some words of my own. I've been governor of the Founder's Region for almost twelve years, and my four terms here have been fantastic. I've gained a great appreciation for the land, its people, and as someone who grew up on a small farm just north of this great city, I've been honored to be the governor of this region and always will be. Each year, I look forward to the festival and what it brings to this community. It's one of the greatest joys I get as governor, and it saddens me to announce that this upcoming election, I will not be running for reelection of my position."

Throughout the hall, murmurs were heard. Eldric turned to Michael with a confused look and Michael shook his head with a smirk. "Rooijakkers has been around for so long people thought he'd step down when he died. Guess there's one surprise after another."

Eldric turned back to the thin man who's face had softened since the announcement. He extended his hands and drew a large smile. "With that out of the way, I'd like to announce our guest of the night—President Arndt Eilerts!"

The hall erupted into cheers as everyone rose to their feet. Eldric straightened as his face muscles tensed. He watched as the kind-faced, mustard-suit-wearing man stepped onto the raised platform and shook Rooijakkers' hand. Thoughts began to run through his mind. Everything he said to the kind man had been to the president of the nation set on destroying his home, the nation he set out to become a citizen of. He could have asked at any point to join the nation, yet he didn't. Did that make him more suspicious? Did he seem like an imperial and will this be the end of his time in Greenwood? Is Arndt really about to send all of the guards after him? All the thinking made Eldric's head begin to ache.

The cheers subsided and everyone began to sit down. Arndt smiled and extended his arms as if giving everyone an air hug. "Thank you, Governor Rooijakkers, and thank you everyone again for attending this year's banquet! I've had a wonderful time speaking with those I did tonight, each one of you has proven to me year in and year out that this banquet is the best thing that the western republic has to offer!" Cheers erupted again. "It truly warms my heart to see such dedication and unity in this room. As we look to the future, let us remember the power of collaboration. Look to your left and right. These are your teammates, your compatriots, your allies. Our combined efforts have brought about remarkable advancements in technology, strides in economic growth, and significant improvements in our social fabric, and I hope these advancements not only continue tonight, but tomorrow, next week, next year, and throughout the next decade as well!

"Tonight, let us celebrate not only our past but also set our gaze on the horizon. The Reinbose Republic stands as a beacon of innovation and prosperity because of your hard work and commitment. Our journey is not merely about individual success but about lifting each other up, creating opportunities for all, and fostering an environment where every citizen can thrive.

"Meinir Rietveld, the revolutionary, once said 'Progress can only thrive where it is allowed to grow'. Under the clutches of the Einrich Empire, progress halted, and it continues to halt just across the Land of Solitude. Where they're stopped in time, we continue to advance, and to grow, and this has led people from all over the continent to join us in arms to fight against this tyranny. We won in the First Alcrestian War, we won in the Second Alcrestian War, and today we occupy more land than ever before in the north!

"The Northern War is not a conquest to take over these countries, contrary to the propaganda the imperials will push. We aim for the combined freedoms of the people of Rivercrest, of Balcesteria, of Wargia, and of Mondal. Fortunately, the Holy State of Hrofth has stayed out of the conflict, and the imperials have stayed out of their territory thanks to our incredible military and their efforts!"

Eldric thought about the words Arndt spoke and contrasted them to the words he spoke to him in private just moments ago. Whether if it was to rally the crowd or to boost morale, Eldric could not place the intent in the president's words. As the president continued to speak, he glanced around the room and as his gaze shifted to the door out of the hallway, he noticed a familiar figure standing in the doorframe. It was a young boy dressed in a nice white collared shirt and short black pants. His face showed a teethy grin, mocking Eldric. His heart skipped a beat as the boy stuck his hand in the air, calling him over.

Eldric recalled to the day in Erdenjist, how the boy appeared out of nowhere and led him to the entire reason he was on the run in the first place. There were some things that Eldric wanted to speak with that boy, and as the boy lowered his hand, he turned to Michael.

"I'll be right back, gotta take a leak."

Michael pushed him away. "You don't have to tell me, you know."

Eldric shrugged and turned to chase after the boy but was pulled back by Michael.

"Make it back before the end of the president's speech, you hear?"

Eldric, confused, nodded in agreement and was let go.

* * *

"-and yes, I've heard the protests, I've heard them. I understand the stance of peace. That said, if we do not step in the north, the imperials will nurture lives that no one wants to live. We aim for the end of the Northern War by the end of next year, and that is a promise!"

The crowd erupted in cheers as George, Asante, and Leonard continued to watch on. "He's a very good speaker, I must say," George noted quietly.

"Fitting for a liar," Asante replied. "Half the things he's said are blatant lies. We're not halting progress, we're not creating terrible lives, in fact we're trying to prevent Reinbose from doing just that! Has he forgotten how the nation treats outsiders like those from Atesland?"

George sighed. "Anyways, we should probably get going. Eldric'll be captivated by the president until he's done, so let's-" George stopped his words as he looked over to where Eldric was standing and did not see him there. He saw his companion, still holding the same complexion as ever, but Eldric had all but disappeared.

"Where'd he go?" Asante whispered. "I thought you were supposed to be watching him!"

"Me?! This was your idea!"

Leonard's hand clenched and he stuck his arm in front of the two. His eyes squinted as if he was facing off against a large monster. "I-I'll go search for him."

Asante and George turned their heads quickly and in unison. "What?!" The two exclaimed simultaneously.

"I-I'm a Rietveld. I c-can move around here freely. I'm sure he snuck off someplace outside the hall. I-If he comes back, you'll take care of him."

George and Asante looked at one another. "Very well," Asante said firmly. "If you try to escape, however, you'll be executed on the spot. I've already informed Kastor and Hagen of that order."

Leonard jumped. He nodded his head quickly and then turned to exit the hall.

"You think he'll find him?" George asked.

"No chance in hell," Asante replied.

The two tuned into the president's speech as he was announcing several awards to attendees. He would announce a name, they would come up and receive a medal, and then they would sit down. This process would repeat for several minutes and when all the awards were handed out, the president calmly returned to the center of the stage and extended his hands out once again.

"I remind all of you that we're republic citizens first, and politicians and businessmen second. The decisions we should make should be for the benefit of this great nation. I myself have been victim to the ego on many occasions, as my opposition would prove. This said, none of us are perfect. We all make decisions that fall in the face of ego. We all put lives on the line with every move we make. This said, we should all strive to move away from said decisions and work towards the greater people of this nation, because one day all of us will be out of our jobs, and the people whose lives we create today will be in our places. Will they act in spite or will they return our gesture?"

The audience began to clap once again. Asante grumbled as George smiled. "Not a fan?" he asked.

"Do I need to reply? This man sits in an office all day and sees nothing of the real world. Our chancellor and our emperor have both lived in war. They know what the true struggles of life are, and that we must fight for the luxuries we own. This man has done nothing but spout good words while he profits off the backs of the failing republic. When he's out of office, I only hope for a better president."

"Not like he affects you anyways," George commented.

"You think he doesn't? The president of Reinbose is one of the most influential people on the planet! Learn your politics before you spout more nonsense."

When the crowd had stopped clapping, Arndt took a bow and smiled. He extended his hands once more and turned his head to the ceiling. "I leave you all with one final statement: That we should-"

"Hold it!"

A voice rang out through the hall as everyone's heads turned to the back wall. George and Asante noticed Eldric's companion stepped forward as his face shot a mocking look.

"Yes, my friend?" the president asked.

Eldric's companion raised his hand upward in a gesture towards the president as he stepped forward. "Do you mind if I speak a few words on your behest, Mr. President? I come from Atesland, you see, and want to speak of the good things you are doing over there."

Arndt had no reply. He lowered his hands as he shifted his gaze to one of his guards nervously.

"I don't want anything to be left on the table, of course, I only wish to speak about your excellence." The tall man lowered his gaze and his voice deepened. "The governor should have told you we planned for this. Did he not?"

Arndt turned to the governor who thought for a moment before arising from his seat. "That's right! I remember speaking with Mr. Hickhox about this. Were you not informed?"

The president returned his gaze to the guards who had no response for him. "I- uh- if Governor Rooijakkers has uh-" he stuttered over his words as he sought an answer. "If he's um- If he's told you that you could, I trust his judgement. I'll allow it, Mr. Hickhox."

Hickhox smiled as he bowed and paced to the front of the room. The crowd remained silent as he stepped onto the elevated platform, insisting that the president remain up there as well.

"Thank you, Mr. President, for allowing me up here," he began, "and hello, everybody! It is a pleasure to meet you all. I am Michael Hickhox, and I've travelled quite a journey to come here."

George's hands began to quiver. Asante noticed the shaking but paid no mind to it as he continued to listen to Michael.

"I had been meaning to come to this festival, and to this banquet for some time now. I apologize, Mr. President, for not making the journey sooner." Michael flashed a big grin towards the president, who returned the smile with no words. "I, I indeed spoke with Governor Rooijakkers about all the good things Mr. President has done for not only my home, but for everyone's home as well. Their families, their friends, their- their lovers."

George moved himself to the edge of his seat. His breathing began to quicken as sweat began to drip from his forehead.

"What is wrong with you?" Asante asked to no reply.

"President Eilerts, here, has been ruling for a very long time. Yes, a long time. Not too long ago, as well, his grandfather ruled over Reinbose. I believe the years were 428-436, all the way through the Second Alcrestian War. This will be your twentieth year as president, will it not?"

Arndt nodded slowly.

"Twenty long years. Twenty years, in fact, I believe, twenty years too many."

A shock fell across the crowd as the guards glared towards Michael. He stood confidently atop the raised platform with a large smile.

"Don't tell me you're thinking of running against me, are you Mr. Hickhox?" Arndt asked.

Michael chuckled. "No, I'm not, don't worry. If the election comes around, you'll sweep it as you've done year in and year out. That said, President Eilerts," Michael turned to face the president. "I have come to make an announcement. As of today, the Einrich Empire declares war on the Reinbose Republic!" From Michael's coat pocket he revealed a small handgun. "Farewell, Arndt Eilerts." In the blink of an eye, he pointed the gun towards the President and shot him, point blank, in the center of his forehead.

The president fell backward as his head exploded into a million pieces, causing his body to fall limp. Immediately, the crowd jumped up in a frenzy, sprinting toward the doors while screaming for their lives. The president's guards each pulled out guns and began to shoot at Michael, who had lost his coat and was darting around the room at incredible speed. He eliminated several of the guards who were shooting at him and pulled out a small rock, throwing it seemingly at random toward one of the walls in the room. When the rock hit the wall, it triggered explosions that echoed throughout the mansion, sending chunks of the ceiling crashing to the ground and crushing several attendees.

Several guards dodged the falling debris, seeking cover and continuing to shoot at Michael, who dodged the bullets flying toward him at lightning speed. George and Asante watched as spectators ran past them in a desperate attempt for escape. Screams mingled with the sound of explosions, creating an ensemble of chaos as more of the mansion crumbled around them. The ground beneath them began to crack and deform, causing segments to rise high into the air, further disorienting the panicked crowd.

The grand chandelier that had once illuminated the hall now lay shattered into a million pieces on the floor, its sharp fragments reflecting the flames that had started to lick the ornate draperies and wooden fixtures. The windows burst from the shockwaves, allowing gusts of wind to roar into the hall and fan the growing fires. Smoke began to billow, thick and suffocating, adding to the terror of the scene. Fires erupted in various corners, creating a hellish glow that cast eerie shadows on the walls. The sound of gunfire was nearly drowned out by the roaring flames and the constant crashing of debris.

Amid the chaos, Michael moved like a specter, his movements almost a blur as he avoided the deadly hail of bullets. He seemed to anticipate the guards' every move, evading their fire with a smooth and almost angelic movement. The remaining guards, their faces a mask of grim determination, continued their desperate attempt to bring him down, firing blindly through the smoke and flames.

George and Asante, paralyzed by the overwhelming scene, exchanged a glance. Chunks of the ceiling continued to fall, each impact sending shockwaves through the trembling floor. The walls, adorned with priceless artworks, were now scorched and riddled with bullet holes. The attendees who had survived the initial chaos were now huddled in corners or desperately clawing at the doors and windows, their faces contorted with fear and desperation. The exit routes were becoming increasingly hazardous as the structure of the building continued to degrade.

Michael's relentless assault on the guards showed no sign of slowing. He moved with a deadly precision, each action calculated to maximize chaos and destruction. The small rock he had thrown earlier had caused more than just explosions; it had sown confusion and panic among the guards, making it nearly impossible for them to coordinate their efforts against him.

As the fires spread and the structure of the mansion weakened, the ground began to give way in places, opening up chasms that swallowed anything nearby. Attendees fell into the hole, their screams echoing upwards to the ceiling in hopes of help.

"I fucking knew it!" George exclaimed.

"We can't be here! We need to find Eldric!" Asante yelled over the screams of the spectators.

George turned to Malik and grabbed his shoulders. "You go! I need to reign that boy in!"

Asante was taken aback. "What?! What about your wealth?! What about the noble district?!"

"I'll worry about that later! For now, Michael needs to be stopped!"

"You're a fucking idiot, George Freeman, you really are!" Asante turned and ran out of the hall as quickly as he could.

Before he could make it, Michael's explosions caused a part of the ceiling to drop right above the captain. George noticed this out of the corner of his eye and darted in an instant towards Malik, stopping the rubble from crushing them.

* * *

When Eldric exited the hall, the world around him had lost all color. The vibrant paintings had turned grayscale as the guards froze in place. In front of him, the young boy smiled gleefully in his direction.

"Hello, mister!" He exclaimed.

Eldric looked around; his face tensed up in confusion.

"Mister?"

"What the hell do you want?!" Eldric exclaimed. "Why the hell are you here?! It's your fault that any of this happened to me in the first place! Why the hell were you in Erdenjist?! Why the hell are you here now?! What the hell are you?!"

The boy did not react to Eldric's harsh words. "There's something you need to see. Follow me, mister!"

Without another word, the boy walked slowly down the hall towards the grand staircase as a normal child would. Eldric stood for several moments thinking about the boy. The last time he followed him, there was an explosion right beside where he stood. Eldric had no trust in the boy, but if he wanted answers, he knew he needed to follow him. Eldric caught up to the boy, following closely behind. The two arrived at the great staircase and the boy led Eldric up the several stairs.

"This way, mister!"

The boy led Eldric down the hallway he'd been down just days prior for Michael's meeting with the governor. The boy stopped at the same door, the waiting couch still beside it, and opened it with no trouble. As Eldric looked in the room, he could see nothing but pitch black. There were no walls, no ceiling and no floor inside the room, yet at the end of the room stood a small marble pedestal upon which a black notebook sat. Eldric entered the room and the boy followed, shutting the door behind them.

"Read the book, mister!" the boy exclaimed.

Eldric turned to the boy. "Who are you? How have you done all this?"

The boy chuckled a boyish laugh. "I'm just a kid! Who are you?"

Eldric did not react. "I said, who are you? This clearly isn't something that should happen, how did you do this?"

The boy chuckled again. "I did it with the help of my friends!"

"Your friends?"

"Yup! They showed me that book there!" The boy pointed to the black notebook upon the marble pedestal. "You should read it!"

Eldric turned to the book. It was only a few paces away, but he couldn't trust it. "Will it explode on me?"

"Explode?" The boy cackled. "Books don't explode, silly!"

Eldric did not respond. Regretfully, he paced towards the book and looked upon it. The cover was surprisingly simple. There was no design on the leather binding, and a single fabric bookmark remained outside the pages of the small black book. Turning to the boy again, he saw the same grin that he'd seen that led him here. He turned back to the book and slowly moved his hands towards it. He thought that if he read the book, all his answers would be solved. His hands reached the book and he tensed up as they touched the cover. To his surprise, his hands touched the book fine and nothing exploded in his face. He slowly picked up the book and examined it from all angles. There was no writing on the back, nor the spine of it and he turned back to the boy, who hadn't moved an inch since he picked up the notebook.

"Read it, mister!" the boy exclaimed.

Eldric looked back at the cover of the book. He moved his hands to open the cover with caution, tensing up again as he turned to the first page. The pages were worn as the edges teared and creased, and across the first page wrote a single line in elegant handwriting.

For the sake of the Archon, I do their bidding.

Eldric read the book from front to back, learning about the Azure Specter and his various experiments in the town of Clerud and of the Men of Gordon's origin. His mind began to ache as the information he received flooded into his brain. He didn't quite understand any of it, but he understood two things: that the Men of Gordon existed, and that many of them originated from the town of Clerud, the very same one he met Michael in.

He continued to read the almost incomprehensible text and when he reached the final entry, he turned to the boy. "What does this mean? The Men of Gordon were real?!" Eldric couldn't comprehend the words he just spoke. A mystery he'd been curious about the entire journey through the Land of Solitude was solved in front of his eyes by the source of the mystery.

"Look at the last page, mister!" the boy replied.

Frustrated he couldn't receive an answer, Eldric flipped to the final page of the notebook. At the top of the page there was a single line in elegant writing: The Men of Gordon. Below it, names were listed in a single-file list of, presumably, every Man of Gordon.

"Why does this matter?" Eldric asked. "They should all be dead by now."

The boy laughed. "Read the list, mister!"

Confused, Eldric read the list. The names moved through in chronological order and when Eldric reached the thirteenth name, his heart skipped a beat.

Michael Hickhox.

"W-What?" Eldric dropped the book almost instantly. His eyes began to dart around in the darkness, seeking the boy, but the boy was nowhere to be seen. He fell to his knees. How was that possible? Michael was around his age, was he not? How could he be a Man of Gordon? How? Eldric's head began to ache incredibly, being almost as painful as the initial explosion in Erdenjist had been. Nauseous, Eldric slowly rose to his feet and began walking away from the pedestal, searching for the exit. About fifteen paces away from the pedestal, Eldric's hands felt a wall. He pushed as hard as he could, forcing the door he'd entered to open suddenly, causing him to fall to the ground. The world had received its color once again, and Eldric could hear the murmurs from the banquet hall below. No thoughts filled his brain as he slowly moved to the staircase. When he reached the staircase, he felt his consciousness fading when suddenly, the entire building shook, knocking Eldric to his knees again. Screams echoed from the banquet hall as the governor's staff rushed to see what was happening.

Eldric snapped into himself again and rushed down the stairs. The building shook several more times as Eldric saw flames burst from the hallways on the second level. He continued to run towards the hall as floods of attendees in fancy clothing pushed past him. It was if he were fighting the tide of the ocean as he ran through the crowds. When he reached the hall, the sight before him almost sent him back to his knees. He saw too men he'd not seen in ages—his father and Captain Asante—moments away from being crushed by rubble. Michael stood on the elevated platform, his eyes angled and his pupils small. Across his face he drew a large smile that bordered on the edge of insanity as he stood over a limp body.

"Eldric!" his father called out to him. Eldric snapped his head towards him. He wanted to help, but he needed to see Michael and understand what was going on. Rather than going to his father, he ran towards the smiling Michael, who continued to look around the room for survivors.

"MICHAEL!!" Eldric screamed as he got close to the stage. Immediately following those words, he noticed the man laying limp on the stage was the kind man, the mustard-suit was red with blood, and the white shirt was burning at the seams. His eyes lost focus.

"Ah! Eldric!" Michael jumped from the stage and walked towards him nonchalantly. "I was wondering when you would show up! I told you to return before the president finished speaking, didn't I? Regardless, I thank you again for allowing me to do all of this!"

Eldric's lips quivered. He tried to force words out but fell short. Eventually, he found his voice and muttered a few words. "Did- Did you do this?"

Michael palmed his face as he burst into an extremely loud laughter. "Ever the observant aren't we, Eldric Freeman? Of course I did it! I killed President Arndt Eilerts!"

When Eldric heard those words, his mind went blank. He tried to calmly express his feelings, but could not. Instead, his voice roared throughout the hall, echoing on the decaying walls and amplifying his voice. "IS THIS WHAT A MEN OF GORDON SHOULD STAND FOR?!?!" When Eldric exclaimed this, his body burst into a bright light as he ignited into a fiery explosion. Michael jumped back a second too late, causing the sleaves of his shirt to catch on fire.

The explosion launched a shockwave of wind throughout the room, causing the rubble on top of George to blow into the wall. He fell to the ground and turned around as he watched his son survive the ignition as a black, charred husk. His clothes were entirely burnt off, and he fell to the ground.

"ELDRIC!!" George tried to move his feet but was held back by Asante's weak strength.

"Don't, George!" Asante exclaimed as his hand pulled his ankle, knocking him to the ground. Amidst the chaos, Kastor, Erick, and Hagen entered the hall.

"W-Woah," Hagen said with a surprised look.

"Eldric's the charred one! Gregor! Get him out of here! Newborn! Help me and George out of this rubble! Miura! Take care of the enemy!"

"Roger!" the three exclaimed in unison.

Erick ran over to Asante and realized why he could not help himself. His leg had been completely crushed by the rubble surrounding them, needing immediate attention. "Captain!"

"Amputate it! I can't move while I'm onto Freeman!"

"But-"

"THIS IS A DIRECT ORDER!!"

Erick jolted and saluted, immediately grabbing a small knife from his shoe.

Kastor ran over to the burnt Eldric, protected by Hagen. His face was unrecognizable as all the skin and hair on him was burned off completely. His eyes were whited out and he was unconscious, but breathing. "Eldric secured!" He exclaimed.

"No you don't!" Michael lunged at Kastor but was stopped by a kick to the face.

"Your battle's with me, pretty boy!" Hagen exclaimed.

"You have NO right to Eldric!" Michael lowered his gaze as he deepened the pitch of his voice. "You shall hand him-"

Before Michael could finish, Hagen kicked his face, knocking him to the ground and the gun out of his hand. Hagen picked it up and tossed it out of the window with precisian and accuracy. Michael rose to his feet, lunging towards Hagen as the two exchanged several blows. The two were evenly matched as Hagen's speed was matched almost perfectly by Michael's.

Erick frantically cut through Asante's left leg, causing him great pain. Kastor rushed out of the room, nodding on the way out. Cutting the leg did not take much time as the bone had already been broken and when it was, Erick helped Asante up. In Asante's movement, he loosened the grip on George, who rose to his feet in a fit of rage.

"George!"

"It's no use, Captain!" Erick exclaimed. "He's lost it! Let's get out of here!"

Asante tried to resist, but his efforts were futile while he was down a leg. Erick hoisted him on his back and rushed out of the scene. Noticing the rest of his party was leaving, Hagen exchanged one final blow with Michael before kicking him clear across the room.

"Sorry, bud, play time's over! I'll see you later!" With those few words, Hagen leapt from the window into the night.

Michael recovered himself and was immediately faced with another blow to the gut, this time a punch. He tried to block it, but the movement was too quick for him to even react. Knocked to the ground, he realized there was only one man that had ever hit him as hard as he had just been hit. His breathing quickened as he glanced up to see George staring down at him.

"Get up," George stated coldly.

"Y-You're alive," Michael said.

"I said: get up."

Michael rose and was met with a series of punches and kicks that sent him flying across the room.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing?!"

Michael coughed and rose from the ground again. "I can't believe you're alive-" He tried finishing his sentence again but was met with another series of punches and kicks that put him in the air again. He felt his ribs break as he coughed up blood.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" George did not hesitate as he stood firmly on the ground, not an ounce of mercy showed in his face towards Michael.

Michael coughed blood again and rose from the ground. He laughed and spat out a tooth. "Can't you see? This has been a long time coming! I've finally gotten my revenge for Ellie! For Clerud! The descendent of that monster is dead! Reinbose will crush Einrich! Everything we wished for is finally happening and it's all because I've done it!"

George lunged forward, his fist ready to strike Michael's face, but Michael's reaction had changed. George's fist was blocked as Michael returned with a series of strikes of his own. The two swung their fists forward, each catching the other and putting the two into a standstill.

"Everything we wanted?! You're as idiotic as you've always been Michael!"

"And you aren't?! What have you done for Clerud?!? You've sat on your ass in the empire and done nothing! Have you forgotten what happened?! To our families—to Ellie?!"

"Of course not! But I have a life there! The empire is my home, Michael! I have a son!"

"The same son who you neglected?! The same son who ran away to the military because you couldn't do the very basic duty of being a good father?! The same son who escaped the empire to become a citizen of the republic because of you?!"

"YES!!"

The two exited their standstill and exchanged several blows. Michael jumped backwards and grabbed several pieces of rubble, chucking it towards George who dodged them with ease. As George approached Michael, he grabbed a piece of wood sticking from the ground and wielded it as a sword, swinging it downward with immense power and speed. Michael blocked it barely with his two forearms, causing immense strain between the two.

"What are you really here for?!"

"My son!!"

Michael swiped away George and stood there, not breaking eye contact with him. "How are you alive? Leofric Wilson is supposed to be dead!"

George chuckled and pointed the wooden post towards Michael. "Haven't heard that one in a while, surprised you remember it."

"No- You're dead. You can't be alive. It's just not possible. I watched you die!"

"Sometimes, life is more surprising than fiction." George dropped the wooden post. "I will not forgive you for harming my son. Your days end here."

Michael's face crunched with anger. "Whoever this Leofric imposter is, you will perish for imitating him!"

* * *

As Erick and Asante ran from the mansion, they heard the continued explosions coming from the mansion. They hesitated for one moment to turn and see the destruction, and as they turned around, the last support column lost its stability, causing the entire mansion to collapse on itself.

"What happened in there?!" Erick exclaimed, running once again from the mansion.

"A Man of Gordon returned, declared war on Reinbose in Einrich's stead."

"War?!"

"We're in some deep shit, aren't we?"

The two ran through the streets of Greenwood as spectators were either confused or screaming their lungs away. They made a direct line to the Land of Solitude, where Kastor alone waited for them. He had already hoisted Eldric onto his horse and frantically called for the other two to get there quickly.

"Where's George?!" Kastor asked.

"Back at the mansion," Asante explained. "Miura and Rietveld?"

Kastor shook his head. "Never saw Leonard, Hagen never showed up."

"Maybe he's lost," Erick said.

"Miura doesn't get lost," Asante retorted. "He can meet us in Einrich for all I care, we need to get the hell out of here. We got what we came for, not let's get going."

"What about Leonard?" Kastor asked

"What about him?"

"He's part of the team, we can't just leave him!"

"What happens to a Rietveld is of no concern to an Einrichian. Now help me onto my horse. Newborn, you drive. Gregor, you lead the way, you understand?"

Kastor and Erick exchanged glances before following the captain's instructions. Kastor took his time trying to get onto his horse, waiting to see if Leonard, Hagen, or George would arrive late, but none of them did. Erick did the same with similar results. When all four men were on their horses, they rode off into the night, not speaking a word throughout the entire journey back to the empire.