Chapter 6 - The Pact's Redemption

 Tasar and Varhir stood, uncertain who this man was or which group of outlaws surrounded them. After four days of travel, they had believed their journey would proceed smoothly. Yet, here they were, facing their first major obstacle.Scarblade, his face set in a mask of hatred, turned to the group leader. "It's been more than 10 years, you cunt," he spat. "I didn't want to believe the rumors that you were dead after that Nightwalker scratched you. But now, Colton Blankley, I'm more than happy to see you alive with your stupid group. I want to be the one to kill you, not someone or something else."As Scarblade spoke his name, Tasar and Varhir's eyes widened. They realized the gravity of the situation, facing such a notorious person and his group, The Viper Reapers.With small, cautious steps, Tasar tried to make a move, but one of the outlaws struck him on the head, knocking him out. Varhir and Scarblade suffered the same fate. Scarblade, resisting the longest, took several more hits before finally losing consciousness.Scarblade woke up to darkness, feeling a cold chain around his neck tethered to the wall. As he tried to get from his bed to the door, he stepped on a cluster of nails. Pain shot through his foot, and he quickly jumped back, realizing the entire floor was covered in nails, firmly embedded. With no way to cross the room safely, he sat back on his bed, his foot bleeding, and began to think about how he could escape this dire situation.As Tasar woke up, he found himself cuffed by his hands and feet to the wall. Scanning the cell with his eyes, he saw Varhir, still unconscious, hanging from the ceiling by his legs. Tasar struggled against his restraints, trying everything he could think of, but nothing worked. His efforts were in vain.They stayed there, the three of them, for more than seventy days, surviving on small pieces of bread and cups of water. No one came to them. Scarblade saw only darkness and screamed from time to time, but no one heard him. Tasar and Varhir found solace in each other's company, talking about many things. Most of their conversations revolved around their fear for Richard and Scarblade, worried something might have happened to them.On the seventy-first day, they woke up to find themselves uncuffed and thrown into a deep pit. Above them, a crowd of people surrounded the pit, their faces showing clear signs of bad intentions.Colton Blankley emerged from the crowd with a smirk. "Ladies and gentlemen, though there's not a true lady or gentleman among us," he teased, drawing laughter from the crowd. "I apologize for keeping you waiting seventy-one days for today's spectacle. It was a mistake on my part not to inform you sooner, or our esteemed fighters for that matter. But before we begin, let's welcome our esteemed guest who rushed over as soon as he heard about our special guest." He chuckled under his breath. "That's seventy-one days, my dear friends."As Colton finished his words, the guest stepped forward beside him, and Scarblade's shock was palpable when he recognized Hurbasa, the Desert King. Hurbasa grinned as he fixed his gaze on Scarblade. "Well done, Colton. I expected this Elven leader to deliver him to me. By not confessing that we violated the pact, you ensured he would be brought to me, bound. Hello, old friend," Hurbasa greeted Scarblade. "Do you think insulting me in front of my people ten years ago would be forgotten? I sent countless hunters and bounty seekers after you, none of whom returned. That's why I struck a deal with the Viper Reapers, confident they would bring you to me alive so I could witness your demise. I took my time coming here to let you stew in that filthy cell," he added, glancing at Colton. "No offense, my friend." "I made it dirty by myself haha," Colton replied nonchalantly.Hurbasa, the Desert King, stepped closer, his eyes filled with mockery. "Since we've had a bond and you've been searching for your family's killers for over ten years, I'll give you those responsible. You sought out Aiden Grimwald for information and an army; he told you it was the mages, but the true perpetrators were from Glaucter Fortress. But before you face your end, I must confess," Hurbasa continued, fixing Scarblade with a piercing gaze. Scarblade's eyes widened in anticipation, torn between disbelief and a lingering doubt about who was truly behind his family's tragedy."The one who ordered your family's death was me, and for that, I apologize. I intended only for your wife to be killed, not your children. I sent a message with an eagle to Colton, keeping you occupied while we planned. Your wife was tougher than expected; she killed four of my guards, though neither of us believed her to be a skilled fighter. She was a great mother, and that bravery needed to be broken. They killed her children in front of her, and that shattered her spirit. We ended her suffering thereafter. I aimed to toughen you, to mold you into a commander without softness. Yet, after doing you this great favor, I felt threatened in front of my people. When you left, I sent my guards after you; they discovered your family buried and departed. Your life has been hard since leaving the kingdom. Now, I'm certain you'll beg me to restore you as commander of my army." Scarblade stared with a mix of shock and disbelief on his face. In a low voice, he muttered, "You did this great favor for me!! You did this great favor for me!!" Then, in a sudden surge of rage, he let out a scream that made the Desert King instinctively step back, fear flickering in his eyes."I will show you how grateful I am," Scarblade continued, his voice now seething with fury. "I will make you suffer every moment you contemplated telling me the truth. I intended to kill you once I found out who killed my family, but now you will suffer twice, you miserable king. I will make you experience the darkness that has consumed me for the past ten years. You will come to believe that death is a mercy because, from me, you will find no mercy. I promise you that."Scarblade's rage propelled him towards the Desert King, scrambling up the fence with a determined fury. Tasar and Varhir watched silently, allowing him to vent his anger however he saw fit. As Scarblade reached the top, the pit gate swung open at Colton's command, and a monstrous figure loomed over him. It was Ragehorn, a hybrid creature with a bull's head on a human body, known for its ferocity and temper. Ragehorn seized Scarblade and effortlessly hurled him back into the pit. These creatures were captured and controlled by the Desert Kingdom, used both for entertainment in the pits and for labor, owing to their formidable strength and obedience to their handlers.Scarblade was taken aback to see Ragehorns in the midst of the Viper Reapers. He knew these monsters were no longer free in the continent but were instead controlled by the kingdom of the Eternal Desert. His thoughts whirled until the king's words cut through."Yes, I understand what you're thinking," the king acknowledged knowingly. "I provide them with three new Ragehorns for every ten born, per our pact of over two years. It was during this time that I instructed them to fetch you, but you had already departed for the Mystic Marshlands."Before Scarblade could respond, a Ragehorn lunged at him. Tasar and Varhir moved to intervene, but their efforts were halted by the sudden opening of three more gates. From each emerged two more Ragehorns. Soon, Tasar, Varhir, and Scarblade found themselves encircled by seven of these powerful beasts, poised to attack.Despite the difficult situation, the trio remained resolute, their expressions determined as they scanned their surroundings for any weapon that might aid them in their impending struggle.The trio quickly devised a plan to turn the Ragehorns against each other, knowing they had no weapons and nothing thrown to them by the guards. Scarblade and Varhir coordinated to agitate the creatures, while Tasar, the quickest among them, darted between the beasts to incite conflict. Their strategy succeeded momentarily, as the Ragehorns turned on each other in a chaotic frenzy.However, their relief was short-lived. Suddenly, four more gates swung open, unleashing a horde of Ragehorns from each. The trio's initial triumph turned into dismay as they found themselves surrounded once again. Yet this time, they seized the fallen beasts' weapons, determined to use them in their desperate fight for survival.For Scarblade, the monsters weren't even there; his eyes were locked on the king. He attempted to climb towards him again, but as soon as he reached the top, Colton punished him, sending him tumbling back into the pit. Colton then ordered his men to approach the pit's sides, and a line of archers appeared, ready to rain arrows on Scarblade whenever he tried to evade a monster and climb again.Meanwhile, Tasar and Varhir were fighting the monsters one after another. Scarblade, however, saw nothing but his desire to reach the king. He made repeated attempts, each ending in failure. Tasar, noticing Scarblade's reckless attempts, called out furiously, "Scarblade, what are you doing? Come and help us! As soon as we take down these monsters, we can be free and help you get to the king."Without looking at Tasar, Scarblade responded, "No one will help me. This evil monster, he is mine."Tasar, after swiftly killing another monster, rushed to Scarblade's side and said, "He will be yours, believe me. And if he runs back to his kingdom, I will gladly help you destroy the whole kingdom to get to him."Scarblade, shocked by Tasar's words, managed a pained smile and said, "Okay, let's do that, my friend."The trio fought fearlessly against the Ragehorns, creatures known to grow stronger with anger, doubling their power. The members of The Viper Reapers watching the battle were ecstatic, screaming for the trio's defeat and baying for their blood. However, Colton Blankley and Hurbasa, the desert king, were beginning to worry as the trio seemed to be gaining the upper hand.Colton turned to Hurbasa and said, "I think things are getting difficult here. You have the option to stay or let me escort you back to your kingdom."Hurbasa, furious, replied, "I am not going anywhere. Order your men to bring out the last monster we captured from Shadowsoul Isle: the dragon Frimburog, The Stubborn."Colton was shocked at Hurbasa's demand and approached him, whispering urgently, "Are you out of your mind? If we unleash him here, a lot of my people might be killed."Hurbasa retorted coldly, "I don't care. Could you do it? I told you I would bring you all the monsters you needed, but you have to fulfill my commands. Tell your people to leave if you're so scared about them."Colton hesitated, glancing nervously at the cheering crowd. With a resigned sigh, he gave the order, and his men began to scramble. The atmosphere grew tense as the realization of what was about to happen spread through the ranks of The Viper Reapers. They had never seen Frimburog, The Stubborn, in action, but they had heard tales of his devastating power and relentless ferocity. As the heavy gates creaked open, a deafening roar echoed through the pit. The ground trembled, and a wave of heat washed over the fighters. Frimburog, The Stubborn, emerged from the shadows, his scales glistening like molten lava, eyes burning with unrestrained fury.The crowd fell silent, their earlier excitement replaced by palpable fear. The trio, now armed with the fallen Ragehorns' weapons, exchanged determined glances. Scarblade tightened his grip on his newly acquired blade, his eyes fixed on the monstrous dragon."We fight together," Tasar said, his voice steady despite the terror that gripped his heart. Varhir nodded a steely resolve in his gaze.Scarblade, his fury momentarily overshadowed by the immediate threat, growled, "Let's show them what we're made of." He then whispered to himself, "My beautiful wife Masika, you said that if I fought a dragon, I would win, and today I will make sure your words come true."With a synchronized battle cry, the trio charged at Frimburog, their only hope lying in their unity and the weapons they had scavenged. The clash between the trio and the dragon would be a fight for survival, a test of their resilience and strength against a foe unlike any they had faced before.Tasar and Varhir positioned themselves on either side of Scarblade, their weapons at the ready. The crowd, previously cheering for the Ragehorns, now watched in a mix of awe and dread as the trio prepared to face the dragon.Colton Blankley and Hurbasa observed from above, their expressions a blend of anxiety and anticipation. The stakes had never been higher, and the outcome of this battle would determine much.Frimburog let out another earth-shaking roar, and the battle began. The trio moved as one, their coordinated attacks aiming to exploit any weakness in the dragon's defenses. Scarblade's blade flashed in the dim light of the pit, striking at the dragon's scales with precision and power.Tasar, with skillful and agile movements, attacked the dragon and dodged all of its ferocious strikes. His speed and precision were a blur of calculated strikes, slicing at the dragon's vulnerable spots with grace. Varhir, the dwarf prince, used his strength and resourcefulness, hurling axes scavenging from the fallen Ragehorns to distract and weaken the beast. His small stature made direct attacks challenging, but his aim was true, and each throw found its mark, diverting the dragon's attention just long enough.Scarblade, wielding a sword reminiscent of his cherished twin blades, fought with unmatched bravery. He and Tasar launched coordinated attacks, their movements synchronized as if they had fought side by side for ages. Scarblade's strikes were powerful and deliberate, each one driven by his burning desire for revenge and justice.Together, the trio formed a formidable force, their combined efforts slowly wearing down Frimburog. The dragon, though powerful, was not invincible. Tasar's relentless assaults, Varhir's strategic distractions, and Scarblade's unyielding fury began to take their toll."Keep at it!" Tasar shouted, dodging a swipe of the dragon's claws. "We're getting through!"Varhir, positioning himself behind a fallen Ragehorn, threw another axe with all his might.Scarblade, his focus determined, saw an opportunity. As Tasar's blade cut deep into one of Frimburog's forelegs, the dragon reared back in pain. Scarblade seized the moment, lunging forward and driving his sword into the dragon's exposed underbelly.The dragon let out a deafening roar, its massive form shuddering as it tried to dislodge the blade. Scarblade held on, using all his strength to drive the sword deeper, his thoughts on Masika and her words echoing in his mind.With a final, earth-shaking bellow, Frimburog collapsed, his fiery breath extinguished. The pit fell silent as the trio stood victorious, their chests heaving with exhaustion but their spirits unbroken.Colton Blankley and Hurbasa watched in stunned silence, their expressions shifting from disbelief to rage. The crowd, once cheering for the trio's death, now fell into an uneasy quiet, uncertain of what would come next.Scarblade, pulling his sword free from the dragon's lifeless body, turned his gaze upward. "Your turn," he muttered, his eyes locking onto the king and Colton.Tasar and Varhir joined him, their weapons ready. "We end this," Varhir said, his voice filled with determination."Now," Tasar added a fierce light in his eyes.The trio, united by their shared battle and their unbreakable resolve, prepared for the final confrontation.With a long, gazing look from Colton, he finally spoke, attempting to dispel the fear in his men's hearts. "Ha ha ha, do you think that dragon you killed was powerful? We caught him easily, and with..."His words were abruptly cut off as Scarblade, uninterested in his talk, charged directly at him. "I will not let you live anymore, you bastards. I will make you both suffer!" Scarblade shouted, his voice filled with rage.As Scarblade climbed up, Colton leaped at him, delivering a fierce kick that sent Scarblade sprawling back. Colton drew his sword, ready to strike, but Tasar was faster. He ran towards Colton and kicked him back, joining Scarblade in the fight. The two of them attacked Colton relentlessly, their moves synchronized and fierce. Colton, caught off guard by their combined assault, was forced into a defensive stance, barely managing to fend off their blows.Meanwhile, Varhir frantically searched for a way up to reach the king, as all the gates were closed. He scanned the surroundings, looking for any possible route or advantage. The crowd watched in tense silence, the atmosphere thick with anticipation.Colton, struggling to keep up with the onslaught, snarled, "You think you can take me down so easily? You're nothing but...!"But his taunt was cut short as Tasar landed a powerful blow to his side, knocking the wind out of him. Scarblade followed up with a swift strike, cutting across Colton's arm. Blood splattered, and Colton's sword fell from his grasp.Seeing his opportunity, Varhir noticed a narrow ledge along the pit's wall, leading up to the king's platform. With determination, he began climbing, using the fallen Ragehorns as stepping stones. His small size and agility allowed him to maneuver quickly and quietly.Tasar and Scarblade continued their relentless assault on Colton, not giving him a moment's respite. Each strike was fueled by their shared anger and determination to end this once and for all.Varhir, nearing the top, glanced back at his friends. "Hold him off a little longer!" he called out, his voice strained but resolute.Scarblade, hearing Varhir's words, nodded and redoubled his efforts. "Tasar, keep pushing! We're almost there!"Colton, now bleeding and desperate, tried to fight back, but the coordinated attacks from Tasar and Scarblade were too much. He was driven to his knees, gasping for breath.Varhir reached the top, pulling himself onto the platform where the king stood. Hurbasa, realizing the danger, drew his weapon, but Varhir was quicker. With a swift motion, he knocked the king's sword aside and held an axe to his throat."One move, and you're dead," Varhir growled, his eyes blazing with fury.Scarblade and Tasar, seeing Varhir's success, Colton saw that Hurbasa was held and, with a smile, said, "Playtime is finished now. We'll have a real battle." As he completed his words, he drew his black elemental swords, which were forged from the darkest elements and had been kept in reserve.Tasar and Scarblade, more than confident in their synchronization and teamwork, nodded to each other. Scarblade, assessing the situation, shouted to Varhir, "Don't let that scum leave! We'll deal with this one and be there soon."Varhir tightened his grip on his axe, ready to respond, but before he could react, an outlaw appeared from the shadows behind him. "Put your axe down," the outlaw demanded. As Varhir attempted to make a move, Hurbasa seized the moment, punishing Varhir with a swift strike. The outlaw fighter then knocked Varhir out, leaving him crumpled on the ground.Scarblade turned at the sound of the commotion, eyes widening in shock. Taking advantage of Scarblade's distraction, Colton lunged forward, his black elemental swords aimed straight for Scarblade's heart. Tasar, quick on his feet, intercepted the attack, blocking Colton's strike with his blade. "Careful, Scarblade! You go help Varhir and leave Colton to me," Tasar ordered.Scarblade hesitated, his eyes flicking between Colton and the fallen Varhir. With a nod, he trusted Tasar to handle Colton and sprinted toward Varhir. He knew that Tasar was a formidable fighter, capable of holding his own against even the most dangerous opponents.Colton, seeing Scarblade's retreat, sneered. "Running away, Scarblade? How cowardly."Tasar responded with a determined glare. "He's not running. He's saving our friend. And you, Colton, are about to face the full fury of an elf."The two warriors clashed with ferocity. Colton's black elemental swords hummed with dark energy, their strikes swift and lethal. Tasar, with his keen reflexes and mastery of combat, countered each blow, his movements a blend of grace and power.Meanwhile, Scarblade reached Varhir after he killed all the Outlaw fighters, quickly assessing Varhir's condition. Varhir groaned, slowly regaining consciousness. "Stay with me, Varhir," Scarblade urged, helping him to his feet. "We need to keep Hurbasa in our grasp."Varhir, still dazed, nodded weakly. "I'm not...done yet," he muttered, gripping his axe tightly.Back at the heart of the battle, Tasar and Colton's duel raged on. Tasar, utilizing his agility, dodged Colton's vicious swings and struck back with precise, powerful blows. The clash of metal echoed through the arena, and the crowd watched in tense silence.Scarblade, supporting Varhir, turned his attention back to the fight. "We need to secure Hurbasa," he said, his voice resolute. "Can you stand, Varhir?"Varhir steadied himself, determination burning in his eyes. "I can. Let's finish this."With Varhir by his side, Scarblade made his way towards Hurbasa. The king, seeing the two approaching, tried to retreat, but the duo blocked his path. "You're not going anywhere, Hurbasa," Scarblade growled.Hurbasa, desperate, attempted to draw his weapon, but Varhir's axe was quicker. He disarmed the king with a swift strike, and Scarblade knocked him out and grabbed Hurbasa by the collar, lifting him off the ground. "You are mine Now," he whispered fiercely.In the arena, Tasar finally gained the upper hand. With a swift, decisive strike, he disarmed Colton, sending the black elemental swords clattering to the ground. Colton, now defenseless, fell to his knees, panting heavily.Scarblade, holding Hurbasa firmly, looked towards Tasar. "It's over," he declared. "We've won."The crowd, realizing the tide had turned, fell silent. The reign of terror by Colton and Hurbasa had come to an end, and the trio stood victorious, united by their unbreakable bond and their shared resolve.As they beat Colton, Tasar carried him while they made their way out of the Pit. The trio soon realized the kingdom of The Viper Reapers was not on the surface but an underground bunker hidden beneath the desert. Scarblade, who had spent his entire life in the desert, was astounded that he did not know this subterranean stronghold.Tasar handed Colton over to Varhir to tie him up. Just as Varhir secured the ropes, a group of Viper outlaws approached. Scarblade, ready to intervene, was stopped by Tasar. "No need," Tasar said confidently. He swiftly and skillfully took care of the outlaws, dispatching them with ease.They continued their search for the exit, navigating through the maze-like corridors of the bunker. After a few hours, they stumbled upon their confiscated weapons and fought off the guards to reclaim them. Finally, they found the exit, but their relief was short-lived. Standing guard at the exit were two legendaryWerewolves, unchained and flanked by two guards of The Viper Reapers. As soonas Tasar saw them, he backed off, shock evident on his face. "What? Howdid they manage this? Capturing a werewolf and making it listen to you issomething I can't understand. The last time I visited Dreadfall Abyss, it wasfull of Werewolves, just like Shadowsoul Isle. Scarblade, I need your help. Andyou too, Varhir. These legendary Werewolves are way harder than you think."Scarblade and Varhir prepared themselves for the fight, sensing from Tasar's tone that this battle would be one of their toughest yet. Winning was far from guaranteed, but their determination was persistent.The Werewolves snarled, their eyes glowing with a feral intensity. Scarblade gripped his reclaimed blades tightly, Varhir hefted his axe, and Tasar readied his blade. The tension in the air was tangible as they faced off against their formidable opponents.The guards of The Viper Reapers, confident in the power of their werewolf allies, smirked. "You won't get past us," one of them taunted. "These werewolves will tear you apart."Tasar responded with a steely gaze. "We'll see about that."The battle began with the Werewolves lunging forward, their movements a blur of speed and power. Tasar engaged the first, his blade clashing against the werewolf's claws. Scarblade and Varhir focused on the second, working together to keep the beast at bay.Scarblade's blades danced through the air, deflecting the werewolf's attacks while Varhir struck with his axe, aiming for the beast's legs to slow it down. The werewolf roared in fury, its strength increasing with its anger. But Scarblade and Varhir pressed on.Meanwhile, Tasar faced a relentless onslaught. The werewolf's claws sliced through the air, each swipe carrying deadly force. But Tasar's reflexes and skill kept him one step ahead, his blade finding openings in the beast's defenses.The guards, realizing the fight wasn't going as they had hoped, attempted to intervene. Scarblade saw this and, with a powerful swing, disarmed one of them, sending the guard's weapon flying. Varhir followed up with a strike that incapacitated the other guard.With intense focus on the werewolves, the trio battled relentlessly. Tasar, having faced werewolves before, fought with ferocious determination, while Scarblade and Varhir, encountering such beasts for the first time, matched his effort as best they could.Tasar's strikes were precise, each one a testament to his experience. On the other side, Scarblade and Varhir worked in tandem, coordinating their attacks. Varhir, attempting a bold move, swung at the werewolf, but the creature dodged swiftly. With a quick, brutal strike, the werewolf slashed its claws across Varhir's chest, leaving him bleeding and vulnerable.The werewolf, sensing victory, moved to finish Varhir off. In a desperate and sudden maneuver, Scarblade plunged his blades into the werewolf's back, pulling them out with a swift motion and providing a series of attacks. As the beast turned to retaliate with heavy, furious movements, Scarblade drove one blade into its heart and used the other to sever its head.Meanwhile, Tasar was locked in a hard fight with the other werewolf. Though he had not been scratched, exhaustion was taking its toll. As he glanced over to check on Varhir's condition, the werewolf took advantage of the momentary distraction, sinking its claws into Tasar's belly.Scarblade, who usually chose to fight alone, was spurred into action by the sight of Tasar's injury. He ran to his comrade's aid, dragging the werewolf away from Tasar and engaging it in a fierce battle. With relentless strikes, Scarblade managed to overpower the beast, delivering a final blow to its neck and decapitating it.As the second werewolf's head fell to the ground, silence filled the air, punctuated only by the heavy breathing of the exhausted fighters. Scarblade, covered in blood and sweat, looked down at the fallen werewolves and then at his injured friends.Tasar, clutching his wound, managed a weak smile. "You did it, Scarblade."Varhir, despite his pain, nodded in agreement. "We wouldn't have made it without you."Scarblade, still catching his breath, sheathed his blades and helped Tasar to his feet. "Let's get out of here. This place has taken enough from us."With renewed determination, the trio moved towards the exit, leaving behind the pit of horrors and emerging into the harsh desert sun. Despite their injuries and exhaustion, they felt a sense of victory and camaraderie. Together, they had faced impossible odds and emerged victorious, ready to face whatever lay ahead.Scarblade found a wagon near the exit of the Viper Reapers' bunker and loaded the tied-up Hurbasa and Colton onto it. He then tended to Tasar and Varhir, bandaging their wounds. Despite their injuries, they managed to mount their horses with difficulty.Leading the way, Scarblade reassured his companions, "Don't worry. I've located our position. We're southeast of the desert near the oasis. It's only a three-hour ride. Once we reach the oasis, we can rest until your injuries heal completely. Meanwhile, I'll have a little chat with our friends."With determination, they set off towards the oasis. The journey was slow and arduous due to Tasar and Varhir's weakened state, but Scarblade remained vigilant, ensuring their safety. The harsh desert sun beat down on them, but the thought of reaching the oasis kept their spirits high.As they rode, Scarblade's mind was focused on the next steps. The oasis would provide a brief respite, but he was already planning his next move. He needed to gather all the information from Hurbasa and Colton and get revenge for his wife and children.The sun was beginning to dip toward the horizon when they finally saw the lush greenery of the oasis in the distance. The sight of the cool, shimmering water and the shade of the palm trees filled them with relief. They pushed on, eager to reach the sanctuary.Upon arrival, Scarblade quickly set up a makeshift camp. He made sure Tasar and Varhir were comfortable, providing them with water and food. He then turned his attention to Hurbasa and Colton, securing them to a sturdy tree.As night fell, the oasis offered a stark contrast to the brutal desert. The air was cooler, and the sound of water was soothing. Scarblade sat by the fire, sharpening his blades and contemplating his next move. Tasar and Varhir rested nearby, regaining their strength.Scarblade glanced over at the tied-up figures of Hurbasa and Colton. "Tomorrow," he thought to himself, "I'll get the answers I need. This isn't over yet."With a final look at the starlit sky, Scarblade allowed himself a moment of rest, knowing that the real battle was still ahead. He would avenge his family and put an end to the reign of the desert's king and his henchman once and for all.At the first light of dawn, Scarblade woke to the sound of Tasar groaning in pain. Panic and concern flared within him as he hurried to his friend's side. Tasar's condition was worsening, and Scarblade felt helpless, his battle-hardened skills useless against the suffering of his comrade.Desperation pushed him to change Tasar's bandages, though it did little to alleviate the agony. As Scarblade worked, he heard Varhir's strained voice calling out, "Scarblade, try to take those herbs in my horse's bag and make tea. Make Tasar drink it, and do not let him fall asleep while he's in pain."Following Varhir's instructions, Scarblade found the herbs and brewed a makeshift tea. With gentle insistence, he helped Tasar drink it. Slowly, the potion began to take effect, easing some of the pain and bringing a hint of relief to Tasar's face.Feeling a surge of gratitude and a renewed sense of purpose, Scarblade turned his attention to Hurbasa, the king of the desert. He had waited long enough for answers and retribution. His eyes cold with resolve, he approached the tied-up figure of the king.Grabbing Hurbasa by the collar, Scarblade pulled him close, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Why did you kill my family?" he demanded, his fury barely contained. "What could they have possibly done to deserve such a fate?"Hurbasa's eyes flickered with a mix of fear and defiance. "I already told you," he sneered, though his voice wavered. "It was necessary. Your wife was a strong woman, stronger than I anticipated. Her death was meant to harden you, to rid you of weakness. I needed you to become the ultimate warrior, devoid of any softness."Scarblade's grip tightened, his knuckles white with rage. "And my children?" he hissed. "Why kill them?""They were a means to an end," Hurbasa replied, his voice growing weaker under Scarblade's piercing gaze. "Breaking her spirit required more than just her death. It needed to be complete, absolute."Scarblade's vision blurred with a mix of grief and fury. He released Hurbasa, letting the king fall back to the ground. "You made a grave mistake," he said, his voice low and filled with venom. "And now, you will pay for it."Turning away, Scarblade took a deep breath, steadying himself. He glanced back at Tasar and Varhir, seeing them watch him with a mix of pain and solidarity. The fight wasn't over, but Scarblade knew that with his friends by his side, he would see this through to the end.Hurbasa's eyes widened with real fear for the first time. He understood that his reign of terror was coming to an end, and there would be no mercy from the man whose life he had shattered.They stayed at the oasis for eight days, during which Tasar and Varhir gradually recovered from their injuries. Scarblade, however, remained distant and shattered, refusing to speak to anyone, especially avoiding Hurbasa and Colton. Whenever Tasar tried to broach the subject, Scarblade pushed him away, burying his pain deeper within.On the eighth day, Scarblade snapped. Colton, sensing an opportunity to provoke him, taunted, "I have never met a man so softened, crying within when his wife dies. What a pity."That was the breaking point. Scarblade lunged at Colton, grabbing him by the face and smashing his head against the tree he was tied to. The impact echoed through the oasis, silencing the camp. Without hesitation, Scarblade drew his blades and, with one swift motion, plunged them into Colton's neck. Colton's eyes widened in shock before he slumped lifelessly.Scarblade turned to Hurbasa, whose bravado had evaporated. The king's face was pale, his eyes wide with fear. "I'm sorry, man," Hurbasa stammered. "I didn't know you loved her so much. Please forgive me. I'll do anything for you."Scarblade's voice was icy, his gaze piercing. "Anything? Okay, bring my family back. Can you do that?" Hurbasa was speechless, tears welling in his eyes. Scarblade, without breaking eye contact, took a blade from Colton's corpse and approached Hurbasa. With a swift, brutal motion, he cut off Hurbasa's foot, eliciting a scream of agony from the king.Tasar and Varhir watched in silence, their faces showing their discomfort but understanding Scarblade's need for retribution. Scarblade, his expression unreadable, bandaged Hurbasa's leg to stop the bleeding. "From now on, I will do everything to keep you alive and make you suffer slowly," he said, his voice steady. "Believe me, I won't let you go peacefully."Scarblade's actions were driven by a desire for justice and vengeance, but his friends knew that his pain ran deeper than any physical wound. They respected his need for retribution but worried about the toll it was taking on his soul. As they prepared to leave the oasis, they approached him for the last conversation and some questions Tasar wanted to know about his matter.It was a quiet night at the oasis, with Scarblade staring into the starlit sky, lost in his thoughts and memories. Tasar, recognizing the opportunity despite the circumstances, approached Scarblade with a question about his past pursuits."So Scarblade, I know it's not the right time, but I want to know about the thing that you had with rebuilding the castles. Why did you want to do that, since your matter was settled and you're no longer a bounty seeker? Can you tell me? Because I need to tell my king why I came back empty-handed," Tasar inquired, knowing Scarblade might be more inclined to share now that he seemed contemplative.Scarblade, still gazing at the heavens, began to speak with a calm yet distant tone, "I had no purpose in Mystic Marshlands. I was merely a tool for someone who promised to lead me to my family's killer. He convinced me that if I helped him rebuild the castles, he would deliver justice. But the information he gave me was false. Harbusa mentioned a powerful figure in the realm who traffics in captured monsters for the Eternal Kingdom of the Desert. This man wields influence among the mages and is known as Aiden Grimwald, also called the 'Shadowlord.'"Tasar, focused intently, asked, "Who is he? What's his name?"Scarblade continued, "Aiden Grimwald is elusive. He's always on the move and heavily protected. You won't find him easily. My only lead was through a woman named Lily, the headmaster of spies at Glaucter Fortress. She assisted me in the past, but seeking her out won't be simple. You might have luck in the kingdom's market, but even then, finding her is uncertain. When I got close to confronting Grimwald, it was he who found me, not the other way around."The next day, Tasar woke to find Scarblade already preparing to depart, gathering his belongings and readying the camp. Varhir was busy securing Harbusa to the wagon once more. Sensing Scarblade's intent to leave, Tasar hurried over."Wait, I thought you were going to stay with us," Tasar said urgently. "We need your help. Richard, the young man you saw that day, is about to be caught by the Phantom Sentinels. Can you help us? I promised him, and now I have to fulfill that promise."Scarblade paused, his demeanor indifferent. "What business do I have with a mage? I have no love for mages, and I don't help them. He broke a pact; let him face his fate. Confronting the Phantom Sentinels would be suicide."Tasar explained Richard's true nature, not as a mage but as someone hosting a powerful spirit. He clarified that the pact was broken because The Green Spirit sought to clear his name from the accusations of being Warmonger between castles of humans in the past, and portrayed as a villain by the mages. Scarblade's expression shifted, surprised by this revelation."I didn't know about this," Scarblade admitted. "When I fought him, I sensed something different about his fighting style. He was using swordplay, unlike the typical mage tactics. Regardless, you know I Will help you and your cause but I can't help right now. I will stay with my "FRIEND Harbusa"; I need to confront my anger. But I promise you this, Tasar and Varhir—you've become like brothers to me, something I've never had before. We will meet again."With a nod from Tasar and a silent understanding between them, Scarblade continued to pack up camp, his resolve firm yet contemplative.Seventy-nine days had passed since Tasar, Varhir, and Scarblade departed from the shelter where Richard was staying. Once bitter enemies, now their eyes reflected gratitude and a shared hope for a future reunion filled with new adventures. Tasar and Varhir rode together, heading back towards Richard's shelter. Tasar's concern was evident as he voiced his worries to Varhir."Do you think Richard is alright? It's been almost a month. The Phantom Sentinels usually show up by now, and I hope he's safe," Tasar said, his tone tinged with concern.Varhir responded with a hint of sarcasm, a rare lightness in the face of their recent trials. "Oh Tasar, you'll make a great father someday. Don't worry too much. That spirit inside Richard is tough, and he'll surely defend himself and Richard. They'll be fine. We'll reach there in two days, no need to fret."In Silverwood's Shelter, where Richard had made his temporary home, thirty-one days had passed since Tasar and Varhir departed. Richard, now noticeably stronger, effortlessly lifted a heavy chunk of silver in one hand while casually eating with the other. He remarked to the Green Spirit, his companion within, "I'm amazed at my strength, Greeny. Being physically strong makes me feel unstoppable."The Green Spirit, now practicing a new way of communicating that included subtle visual manifestations, responded to Richard's astonishment with a hint of humor. A wispy smoke emerged from Richard's ear, forming an image resembling Eldor, the Green Spirit's face. This was more a suggestion than a demand from Richard, who had started feeling uneasy talking to what felt like himself and sought reassurance from something visible."Oh, you foolish boy," the Green Spirit teased lightly. "What you see can easily disappear, especially if you eat more than training. You'll end up a round, swinging balloon in no time."Interrupting their banter, the Green Spirit sensed approaching visitors. "Wait, I feel two people coming towards the shelter. Be prepared."Richard stood up eagerly. "Maybe it's Tasar and Varhir."The Green Spirit's response was cautious. "Maybe. But remember what I've taught you."Richard nodded, repeating the lesson learned from the Green Spirit. "Yes. Only believe in what you can see, not in what your heart may feel."With that, Richard readied himself, uncertain yet hopeful about the identity of their approaching guests.As they braced themselves for whoever might appear, Varhir suddenly opened the door, his face lighting up with surprise. "Oooh oooh, what's going on, man? It's me! I see you've turned into a better man with all those muscles. Wait, were we gone for ages? That's good."Richard's face broke into a happy grin. He rushed forward and hugged Varhir tightly, causing Varhir to struggle. "Hey, get away from me, man. Let me open the back door to let Tasar in and secure our horses."Richard, now realizing there was a back door, replied with genuine curiosity. "Oh, is there a back door? Nice, nice. Okay, let me help you."With Richard's help, Varhir made his way to the back door, opening it to allow Tasar and their horses to enter. The reunion was filled with relief and joy, as the friends settled back into the shelter, ready to share their experiences and prepare for whatever lay ahead.Richard noticed the bruises and injuries covering Tasar and Varhir's bodies. Concerned, he asked, "What happened during the eighty-one days you were away?"Tasar sighed and began recounting everything that had happened from the first day of their departure until the present moment. He described the battles, the monsters they fought, and the unexpected alliance with Scarblade. He spoke of the pain and the hardships they endured, painting a vivid picture of their perilous journey.Listening to Tasar's tale, Richard felt a pang of guilt for not having gone out to look for them or to help. His remorse was palpable as he said, "I should have been out there, searching for you, helping you."Tasar, sensing Richard's distress, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Richard," he said firmly, "being out there would have been a waste of time. The bunker we were in was hidden beneath the desert. You wouldn't have found any evidence of where we were. Staying here was the best thing you could have done."Richard nodded, absorbing Tasar's words. The guilt eased a little, replaced by a determination to support his friends in whatever came next. The bond between them had grown stronger, forged in the crucible of shared trials and determined loyalty.Two days later, Tasar and Varhir spent their time recovering while Richard continued his rigorous training, preparing for the upcoming battle. When they gathered at Tasar's request, he began, "First thing, Green Spirit, did anything happen while we were gone? Did you sense the Phantom Sentinels nearby?"The Green Spirit took a moment before responding, "Well, I can't provide all the details, but yes, Liam, the leader of the Phantom Sentinels, was here. We talked about many things, and he assured me that everything we discussed was for a greater purpose—to clear my name."Tasar and Varhir were relieved to hear this. Tasar, his eyes sharp, continued, "I need to go to Glaucter Fortress, but it will be difficult for me. They know me there, and I'm not welcome near the kingdom—not by the common people nor the king. Varhir, can you take me through the tunnels you mentioned, the ones that run across the continent?"Varhir replied, "This mission is incredibly hard, nearly impossible since they've changed many things, and it will be a one-way trip. Why don't you send Richard to do this job? He looks like a normal human, unlike us. As for you and me, we need to steal the Black Heart to cancel 'The Cursed Bind.' The only way to do that is by making them replace the Black Heart, which powers the entire camp of Jinxclaw Lair of the orcs. To stop giving them gold and iron every month to secure our freedom. Once we finish, we'll meet back at our kingdom, okay?"Tasar, his eyes filled with questions, asked, "Are you okay with that, Richard and Spirit? Will you do this job for me, please?"Without hesitation, Richard replied, "It's okay, Tasar. I will gladly do it."Tasar smiled faintly. "Thank you, young man. I need you to go to Glaucter Fortress and look for a woman named Lilly. She'll probably be in the market of the fortress. Ask her where you can find a man named Aiden Grimwald, also known as The Shadowlord."Richard started preparing his horse to leave the next day. He was a bit worried since he didn't know how to ride a horse, but the Green Spirit assured him, "I'll show you what to do. The journey will go smoothly."Meanwhile, Tasar and Varhir decided to wait an extra two days to ensure they were fully prepared. They used this time to devise a plan for a silent attack to steal the Black Heart using the tunnels.As Richard packed his belongings, the Green Spirit continued to guide him. "Remember, Richard, stay focused. The fortress will be bustling, but you must keep your eyes on the mission."Richard nodded, his determination growing. "I understand, Greeny. We'll make it through this."Tasar approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Stay safe, Richard. Trust in your instincts and the Green Spirit. And remember do not say my name there or you know me, and As soon as you know his location come back. We'll see you soon at Huydale"s castle."Varhir added, "And remember, the Mages might be watching. Stay alert and be careful."With a final nod, Richard mounted his horse, ready to embark on his journey to Glaucter Fortress. As he rode away, Tasar and Varhir watched, their thoughts already turning to their mission. They spent the next two days finalizing their plans, ensuring every detail was accounted for.When the time came, they would strike with precision and stealth, determined to secure the black heart and achieve their goals.After fifteen days on the road, Richard alternated between riding at a slow pace and speeding up. Finally, he reached his destination. The Green Spirit spoke, "Well, now we are here, Glaucter Fortress. It's been a while. I lived in this castle for so long, and it has changed a lot since I last saw it. Okay, Richard, try to avoid making trouble here. Even if someone wants to cause trouble, try to ignore them. This kingdom is known for protecting its people, and the guards don't intervene. The common folk help each other."Richard was awestruck as he entered the castle and saw its grandeur. "Wow, I have never seen such a castle like this," he said.The Green Spirit interrupted, "Yes, this is the first human castle you've seen. They are unlike the dwarves. The dwarves build more houses underground rather than on the surface. The castle has grown; it was smaller the last time I saw it."Richard laughed. "Of course, it will change, Greeny. It was centuries ago when you were last here."As they made their way through the bustling marketplace, Richard observed the vibrant life around him. Stalls lined the streets, filled with merchants selling everything from fresh produce to intricate crafts. Children ran about, playing games, while adults engaged in animated conversations."Remember," the Green Spirit advised, "we're looking for a woman named Lily. She should be in the market."Richard nodded, keeping his eyes peeled for any sign of Lily. He approached a vendor selling herbs and inquired, "Excuse me, do you know where I can find someone named Lily?"The vendor, an elderly woman with kind eyes, replied, "Lily? She often comes by in the afternoon to buy supplies. If you wait a bit, you might catch her."Richard thanked her and found a spot nearby to wait. As he watched the crowds, he couldn't help but marvel at the castle's architecture. Tall spires reached for the sky, and intricate stonework adorned every corner. It was a testament to human craftsmanship and ingenuity.Finally, as the sun began to dip lower in the sky, a woman fitting Lily's description appeared. She moved with a confident grace, her eyes scanning the market with a keen awareness. Richard approached her, introducing himself and explaining his mission."Lily, I need your help. I'm looking for a man named Aiden Grimwald, also known as the Shadowlord. I was told you might be able to help me find him."Lily's eyes narrowed slightly as she assessed Richard. After a moment, she said, "I don't know him, and I've never heard such a name. And yeah, stay away. I don't want my guards to teach you some manners about how you talk to a lady."Richard was confused by her contradictory demeanor. She spoke with a hint of joy, but her expression was angry. Despite her warning, he didn't leave and continued to follow her, trying to stay unnoticed. Lily led him through narrow alleys and winding paths between houses. Just as he thought he was keeping up, he turned a corner and found himself alone, unsure of where she had gone.Suddenly, strong hands grabbed him from behind. Lily's guards had caught him. Lily appeared, her laughter echoing in the narrow alley. "Hihihi, I told you to stay away from me. Now you'll pay."One of the guards struck him on the head, and everything went black.Richard woke up in a dimly lit room, his head throbbing. He tried to move, but his hands were bound behind his back. The Green Spirit's voice echoed in his mind, "Stay calm, Richard. We need to get the information from her and then we will leave right away."Richard strained his eyes, trying to make out his surroundings. The room was small, with stone walls and a single wooden door. He could hear muffled voices outside, likely the guards discussing their next move.Minutes felt like hours as Richard waited. Finally, the door creaked open, and Lily stepped inside. She looked at him with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "So, you're persistent, I'll give you that. Now tell me, why are you here?"Richard, determined to stay calm and collected, replied, "I told you, I'm looking for Aiden Grimwald. I need your help to find him. It's important."Lily raised an eyebrow, her demeanor softening slightly. "Why should I believe you?"Richard took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "Because I have no reason to lie. I need to find him, and you're the only one who can help me. Please."Lily studied him for a moment, then sighed. "Alright, I believe you. But understand this: Aiden Grimwald is a dangerous man. Finding him won't be easy, and it won't be without risk."Richard nodded, relief washing over him. "I understand. Thank you."Lily gestured to her guards, who released Richard from his bonds. "Follow me," she said. "We have much to discuss."Richard followed Lily, his head throbbing from the blow. Noticing his discomfort, Lily turned and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, but you wanted to disgrace men. How could the headmaster of spies be followed? The moment you started trailing me, my spies were already aware. So, mind your business very well and wait. My painter has sketched you while you were asleep, and I've sent it to my spies across the realm. They'll tell me exactly who you are."Richard remained calm, despite his pain. "I am no one," he said steadily. "I only want to find that person to help me. Even though I know he is dangerous, I have no choice."His words were interrupted by the sudden arrival of a raven, which landed on Lily's shoulder, a letter tied to its leg. Lily took the letter, reading it in silence. A smile spread across her face as she looked at Richard. "Oh, how are Tasar and Varhir? Are they okay? My spies couldn't identify you, which is surprising, but they did say you were seen here for a few months, traveling around a lot with Tasar and Varhir. What's so special about you that the great elf fighter and the dwarf prince march by your side? They also told me you have powers like mages and that you fought in the Battle of the Forgegate Showdown between the orcs and the dwarfs."Lily paused, her eyes narrowing. "If you don't tell me who you are, I'll inform the mages about your location. They're looking for you, you know. I'm surprised they want someone who looks so normal for trial. You have five minutes to convince me who you are."Richard's heart pounded as sweat trickled down his forehead. He knew he had to tell her the truth, but without mentioning The Green Spirit. He took a deep breath and began, "Tasar and Varhir are my friends. They trust me because I've proven myself in battle. I fought alongside them in the Forgegate Showdown because I had to. I have powers but only to defend myself, and just the will to survive and fight for what's right. The mages are after me because they think I possess something valuable. But I'm just a man trying to clear his name and find answers."Lily's eyes softened slightly as she listened, but she remained skeptical. "You expect me to believe that? You're hiding something."Richard hesitated, then continued, "I know it sounds unbelievable, but it's the truth. I need to find Aiden Grimwald because he's the only one who can help me clear my name and stop the mages from hunting me. If you can help me find him, I promise I'll leave your castle and never cause trouble again."Lily studied him for a long moment before finally nodding. "Alright. I'll help you, but know this: if you lie to me or cause any trouble, I'll make sure you regret it. Now, sit let us talk."Lily started by saying that she would help but at a cost. "I need your word, Richard, that you will come whenever I call for your assistance. I will not be tricky about it. For each favor you ask of me, I will call upon you three times. However, since this favor is related to Aiden Grimwald, I will require your help five times whenever I wish."Richard stood still, processing her demand. The Green Spirit's voice echoed in his mind, "This agreement will cause us trouble, Richard, but it's necessary. She knows we need her. Agree to her terms. By the time she calls for our help, we'll be long gone back to our realm."Richard nodded to Lily and said, "Okay, I accept your condition."Lily's stern expression softened slightly as she acknowledged his agreement. "Good," she said. "Follow me, but you should know that all my agreements are protected by the Phantom Sentinels, even if I didn't say that." Richard with a shock on his face followed her and didn't say a word.As they walked, Richard couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. The Green Spirit's reassurance lingered in his mind, but he knew that making a deal with someone as cunning as Lily could bring unforeseen consequences. Nonetheless, he had no choice but to trust in their plan and hope that they could navigate the challenges ahead.Lily entered a room, and Richard followed. She poured two glasses of water and sat across from him. "Okay," she began, "I'll tell you everything my spies have gathered. Aiden Grimwald was last seen in Zephyria, specifically in the Highland Plateaus. My spies say he has a bunker there and has a deal with the Giants. In return for their protection, he provides them with goods and other unknown items. For the last four years, he's been seen there frequently, so we assume his bunker is located in that area."Richard felt a chill run down his spine. He turned inwardly to The Green Spirit, "No, I won't let Tasar go there. It's too dangerous for him."The Green Spirit responded with a sigh, "By saying this, you show that you don't know Tasar well. He will do what he wants, regardless of your concerns."Lily noticed Richard's distraction and snapped him back to reality, "Hello, are you there? Am I talking to myself? You seem spaced out."Richard shook his head and refocused on Lily. "Sorry, I was just thinking. But how am I supposed to find him there? I assume the Highland Plateaus is a vast territory."Lily smiled knowingly, "Haha, you look like you've never left Celestria. Yes, it is vast, and I can't tell you exactly where he is. Most of the time, he'll find you. If you manage to survive fighting the Giants who guard the territory, he might give you a passage to find him."Even though Richard was gathering information for Tasar, the mention of Giants filled him with fear. He realized the gravity of the task at hand and the danger it posed not only to Tasar but potentially to himself as well."Thank you for the information," Richard said, his voice steady but his heart racing. "I promise to fulfill my part of our agreement."Lily nodded, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good. Remember, you owe me five favors. The Phantom Sentinels will ensure you fulfill your end of the bargain. Now, go. Time is of the essence."Richard stood, determination mingled with anxiety. He knew their journey was far from over and the stakes were higher than ever.On the other side of Celestria, Tasar, and Varhir were making their way toward Huydale Castle to access the travel tunnels. As they approached, Tasar paused, his face creasing with concern. "Wait a minute," he said. "For the tunnels, I will not fit at all. If you remember, I tried once the last time I wanted to see your work, and it was hard for me to walk four steps. Now we have a hell of a walk ahead."Varhir chuckled, a smile spreading across his face. "Haha, nah, man. Those tunnels you entered were for mining. The ones we're heading to are for travel. They're much bigger and should fit you completely."Tasar looked relieved, though still a bit skeptical. "Are you sure about that? Because getting stuck down there is not on my list of things to do today.""Trust me," Varhir assured him, "These tunnels were designed for easy travel. You'll be just fine."As Tasar and Varhir continued their journey, Tasar fell into a moment of deep thought. "I think if Richard succeeds in finding out where the Shadowlord is, that means I won't be staying with him," he said. "I promised to help him, but I have to fulfill the task King Ralnor Yinpetor assigned to me. Not accomplishing it will reflect badly on me."Varhir, eyes focused on the road, replied, "If you want to go back to your mission, I have no problem with that, Tasar. I can do my best to handle this mission on my own."Tasar glanced at Varhir before returning his gaze to the road ahead. "Don't be ridiculous, Varhir. I was talking about Richard's mission and helping him against the mages. I know you can help him, but I think Scarblade will be a great help as well. He knows how to fight a mage, and that will make it easier for Richard to face Tesior."Varhir nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. Scarblade's experience could be invaluable. Plus, if we all coordinate our efforts, it increases our chances of success on all fronts."Tasar agreed, feeling a bit more at ease with their plan. "Yes, we'll need to rely on each other and use our strengths wisely. Let's focus on our current mission and trust that Richard will do the same with his."The two companions pressed on, their resolve strengthening as they neared Huydale Castle, ready to face whatever challenges lay Beyond in the tunnels.Tasar and Varhir navigated the complex network of tunnels, finally emerging at their destination. Tasar looked around in amazement at the hatch and the intricate network of pathways leading to various exit points. "Oh, how did you guys make all this?" he asked. "Does it cover the entire continent?"Varhir, brimming with pride, replied, "Yes, these tunnels cover most of the continent. The ones that reached Dreadfall Abyss and The Eternal Desert were destroyed, though. We're not sure what happened to the Dreadfall Abyss tunnels, but the ones in the Eternal Desert were taken out by the huge worms that live there."They entered the camp of Jinxclaw Lair of Orcs, using every ounce of their skill to avoid detection. But as soon as they stole the Heart, it began to glow and emit strange sounds, revealing their presence to everyone nearby. Orcs swarmed them from all directions, and they fought fiercely, fending off their attackers with all their might.In the midst of the chaos, Grung, the orc leader, appeared, ready for battle. He locked eyes with Tasar, and the tension was palpable as they prepared for their second duel, a clash between two great and skillful leaders. The air was thick with anticipation, and both sides knew that this fight would be decisive.As one of the orcs lunged at Tasar, Grung intercepted, smashing the orc's head with a single blow. "I TOLD YOU, HE IS MINE!" Grung roared. "YOU CAN ATTACK THAT TINY MAN, BUT HE'LL RESIST UNTIL I'M DONE WITH THIS ELF AND FINISH HIM AS WELL." The orcs obeyed, withdrawing from Tasar and fixing their gaze on Varhir.Tasar prepared for his duel with Grung, while Varhir readied himself to face the horde. Securing the glowing Heart in his backpack, Varhir stood firm, weapons drawn, ready to fight them all. The tension was electric, each warrior's eyes filled with determination and defiance. The battle was about to begin, and both sides knew that this clash would be crucial.The fight between Tasar and Grung was fierce, with both sides fighting bravely and fearlessly. Every strike was executed with precision, and both warriors displayed their skills and determination. Initially, Tasar struggled against Grung's relentless attacks. However, he quickly adapted by changing his strategy and mimicking Scarblade's style, which involved more agile and unpredictable strikes. Instead of confronting Grung head-on, he began to attack from unexpected angles, exploiting the orc leader's weaknesses.Varhir, on the other hand, was holding his ground against the orc horde. Despite growing exhaustion, he managed to knock down every orc that came his way. Each time he thought he was finished, a new group of orcs would appear, but he fought on with unwavering resolve.The clash between Tasar and Grung reached a critical point, with both fighters pushing themselves to the limit. Tasar's new approach gave him an edge, while Varhir's endurance and skill kept the orcs at bay. The battle was far from over, but their determination and adaptability would prove to be crucial in this intense confrontation.Varhir caught a sign from Tasar, urging him to run back to Huydale Castle through the tunnels. However, Varhir was being closely followed by orcs who couldn't be allowed to discover the tunnel's hatch hidden in the middle of their camp. Despite this, he fought his way through, skillfully dodging attacks and managing to escape with the heart.He left Tasar behind, knowing his friend could handle himself against Grung. Varhir waited anxiously in the tunnels below the camp, confident that Tasar would survive the fight and join him soon. The sound of combat echoed above as Varhir prepared for their next move, trusting in Tasar's strength and skill to overcome the orc leader and return safely.The fight between Tasar and Grung was intense, with both sides covered in blood and scratches. As Grung started to weaken, he bellowed an order to his generals to attack Tasar. Sensing the change in the battle's dynamics, Tasar knew he had to act swiftly. He dashed towards the hatch with the speed and agility of the wind, aiming to divert attention away from Varhir's escape route.Tasar's movements were a blur, a whirlwind of motion that confused and disoriented the orc generals. He used his elven agility to dodge their attacks, leading them on a wild chase through the camp. His goal was clear: to protect the tunnel's secret and ensure Varhir's safe return to Huydale Castle.Finally, with one last burst of speed, Tasar reached the hatch, slipping into the tunnel just as the orcs lost track of him, He quickly closed the hatch behind him, plunging into the safety of the underground passage, where Varhir awaited. The sound of orcish roars faded as they descended deeper into the tunnels, leaving the chaos of the camp behind.As Richard set up camp in the Silvershade Mirage, he couldn't shake off the myriad questions swirling in his mind about Tasar and the events that transpired. Trying to push these thoughts aside, he engaged The Green Spirit in conversation."Oh, Greeny," Richard began, "I wanted to ask you about something. What happened between you and that leader of the Phantom Sentinels? I don't remember anything, even if he came or not, but as soon as you told Tasar that he came, I remembered his arrival to us."The Green Spirit seemed to avoid the question, responding instead with, "Try to sleep now, because there is a hell of a day tomorrow, and for us, we are nearly ready for the end. We have to be as prepared as we can."Richard, sensing the avoidance but too weary to press further, sighed and lay back on his makeshift bed. The night was calm, and the silvery hues of the mirage lent an almost otherworldly tranquility to the surroundings. As he drifted off to sleep, Richard's thoughts continued to churn, but exhaustion soon claimed him.Meanwhile, Tasar and Varhir, having successfully navigated through the tunnels, finally reached the relative safety of Huydale's Castle. Varhir, still embracing the stolen heart, was visibly relieved to see Tasar emerge from the tunnel. Tasar, although battered and bruised, managed a weary smile as he approached his friend."We did it," Tasar said, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "Now, we need to prepare for the final battle. Richard should be back soon, and we'll need all the strength we can muster."Varhir nodded and said, " I will leave the Heart with my father Since he will know how to make the deal with the Orcs." And his thoughts already turning to the next phase of their plan. They had come this far, and though the road ahead was fraught with danger, their resolve remained unbroken. As the dawn approached, both men knew that the time for rest was short, and the final confrontation loomed ever closer.Richard found himself in a lucid dream, surrounded by an ethereal darkness that enveloped him completely. As he struggled to make sense of his surroundings, a familiar presence materialized before him: Eldor, the Green Spirit, in his human form. Before Richard could utter a word, Eldor's voice resonated in his mind."Do not say anything, just stay calm," Eldor began. "I will show you what happened between me and Liam. This is the only way, as I do not have the right to disclose these events to anyone. I will explain why your memory was cleansed, why we cannot confront Tesior, and why you must remain with me for now, instead of returning to your realm."Richard attempted to interject, but Eldor's words were commanding, and the darkness surrounding them deepened. Moments later, as if transported through time and space, Richard witnessed fragments of memories unfold before him.On the fortieth day after Tasar and Varhir had departed from the Silverwood Dominion shelter, Richard was engrossed in his usual practice when they heard a thunderous voice, and the shelter began to shake violently. Richard was gripped with fear at the unfolding events. The Green Spirit, maintaining a calm demeanor despite the turmoil, spoke solemnly to Richard."I apologize, Richard, for involving you in this. They have arrived, and the chances of victory now are slim," The Green Spirit explained. "Liam, their leader, is unmatched in combat. His fights rarely last more than thirty seconds."Richard's anxiety heightened as he absorbed the weight of The Green Spirit's words. Liam, the formidable leader of the Phantom Sentinels, was not only powerful but seemingly invincible in battle. The prospect of confronting such an opponent filled Richard with dread.As the shelter continued to tremble, Richard mentally prepared himself for the inevitable showdown, knowing that the moments ahead would challenge not just his bravery, but also push the limits of his newfound abilities.In a moment of tense silence and anticipation, they heard a knock on the hatch. Liam's voice echoed through the shelter, authoritative yet strangely composed."I know you're there, Spirit," Liam called out. "Open the hatch so we can speak without unnecessary conflict. I've come to talk, not to fight. If I intended to kill you, would I bother waiting for you to open the door?"The Green Spirit contemplated Liam's words carefully, weighing the risks and implications of letting their guard down in the face of such a powerful adversary. The shelter remained eerily quiet as Richard and The Green Spirit deliberated their next move, fully aware of the stakes involved in engaging with Liam and the Phantom Sentinels.As the hatch creaked open to admit Liam, he strode into the shelter with an air of casual authority. His gaze swept around the shelter, noting its features with an almost mocking appreciation."Ah, I had to widen the hatch a bit; couldn't quite fit through," Liam remarked lightly. "Quite the lovely hideaway for someone trying to avoid me. I've chosen not to punish you for your discretion, but other consequences are in store."Seating himself comfortably, Liam's smile remained fixed as he turned his attention to Richard, whose apprehension was palpable. Speaking through Richard, The Green Spirit addressed Liam cordially, "Hello, old friend. What sort of punishment do you have in mind for us?"Liam paused for a moment, then rose abruptly. "Ah, forgive my directness. I assume this is the young man who aided your escape from the cave? I'll need you to freeze him; I prefer our conversation to remain private."Before Richard could react to Liam's demand, The Green Spirit acted swiftly, freezing him in place with a mere gesture, leaving Richard unable to hear or interfere in their discussion."Okay, let's talk. Have a seat, Eldor, and let's catch up a little bit first," Liam said, making himself comfortable in his seat.The Green Spirit, in Richard's body, sat in front of him and asked, "What brings you here to talk to me? Why didn't you even bother to help me when I was restrained by that mage? I was sure you were watching and enjoying the show."Liam laughed. "Yes, to be honest, that fight was enjoyable. If you had a better host to control, you might have won. As for capturing you, if you remember, the last time we talked, moments before I cast the spell punishment to turn you all into spirits, I said that I wouldn't interfere in the realm even if it was full of injustice towards you or anyone else unless there was a pact under our protection."The Green Spirit, full of anger, interjected, "And there was a breach. The dark mages were not supposed to leave Shadowsoul Isle, and they did more than once."Liam tried to speak, but The Green Spirit cut him off and continued, "Don't tell me what is in the Pact; I already know. But for me, it means violating the pact. No one has ever matched my power, and for the past months, I was followed by every race in this realm."Liam, smiling, said, "Okay, okay, I will do a favor for you as redemption for what happened, for the sake of our old friendship."The Green Spirit stayed silent for a moment, then said, "I have only one favor. I want this kid to go back to his realm. I dragged him out here for no reason. I promised him I would leave his body as soon as I got back to my realm, but we found out that Tesior cast a spell that stopped us from splitting. If you won't do it, at least tell me how this kid found me and got into the cave in this realm when he lives in another realm."Liam pondered for a moment, then replied, "Tesior's spell is indeed a formidable one. Splitting you two might be tricky, but not impossible. However, sending him back to his realm... might be easier. As for how he found you, there's more to this kid than meets the eye. He has a unique connection to the magic of this realm, perhaps even stronger than you realize. He's been able to withstand your presence within him, but there was a girl from his realm who helped him and empowered his willingness to run from danger. She made him travel to this realm in a moment."The Green Spirit's eyes widened. "A unique connection? What do you mean?"Liam leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Let's just say that the boundaries between realms aren't as rigid as you might think, especially for someone like him. Even though he is no mage, he has some abilities within himself as a normal human. There's a reason he found you, and it wasn't just chance. His destiny is intertwined with this realm's magic, and that connection brought him to you. The girl just wanted to help him vanish and stay away from danger, but your connection made him get into the same place you were held in."The Green Spirit took a deep breath. "So, you're saying he's special? That he was meant to find me?"Liam nodded. "Precisely. And that's why we need to be careful with him. His presence here is significant, and his fate could impact the balance of magic in both realms. Helping him return might be the worst course of action. He is needed here with you to help restore this realm to its normal form."The Green Spirit considered this. "Alright, I'll trust your judgment. But what do we have to do? Do we need to kill Tesior? Because he is for sure trying to hunt us?"Liam stood up. "No, you will forget about Tesior. Besides, he will not come for you, and even if he did, do not kill him. For now, he is needed in the realm; his power is maintaining stability. Your job now is to help Tasar. What he will find out and the person he will try to find, Aiden Grimwald, also known as the Shadowlord, needs to be handled. He is making a lot of trouble in the realm, and he needs to be dealt with. I don't interfere with the business of the realm, but in exchange for forgiving you for breaking the pact between us, you need to do this for the sake of Spirits In The Pleasure' pact."The Green Spirit was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, so that's why you came? No problem, I will do this. And then what? And tell me about the girl who brought Richard here. Who is she? What's her name?"Liam prepared to leave and said, "Yes, I came to ask you to help Tasar and not let the kid leave the realm. After you complete this task, you will stay here until the right time to face Tesior. And don't ask me when because you will know by yourself when this will happen. As for the girl, I don't know much except that she is with a mage in that realm, and her name is Maddison."