To Kill

Hours had passed by and the old man known as Gregor began to wake his eyes. He was laying on a marvelous white bed in an immense bedroom chamber. A cold wet towel covered over his forehead. Gregor touched the towel with his hands weakly and then tried to touch his face. A sense of relief came over him as he understood one thing, he was still alive. Just some time ago he was in agony with an immeasurable amount of pain. Feeling as if his head could explode at any given moment.

Gregor scanned around the room he was in and noticed he was in his bedroom chamber on the second floor. Feeling like he had been dreaming for a long time, Gregor tried to move. His body was weak and he could barely control it. Memories seem to be leaving him and his old frail body ached all over. This is when Gregor knew he had grown very old.

A creak was sounded and the door to Gregor's bedroom opened. His son Nero had appeared and his face was full of worry. He realized, he had been saved by his son. If just in the eyes of Nero, Gregor had to bear with the pain aching him. Wincing as he sat up in bed, Gregor looked at Nero and studied him.

"Did you solve the problem?" Gregor's face relaxed and looked at his son with gentle eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Nero was taken aback and he looked at his father a bit shaken.

Finding his father in a forbidden place only gave Nero many questions. He wondered why that floor was forbidden and why Gregor himself was on the tenth floor passed out. Nero ignored everything else in an effort to save his father. He placed his father to his bedroom and searched for many healing ingredients on the third floor. Nero wasted some valuable herbs in an elixir to cure his father's dreadful fever. He ran between the first and third floor for a bucket of water to try and keep his father's body temperature cooled. After some time, Nero had come back to check to see if the elixir had worked and it clearly did.

"Did you solve the stability problem?" Gregor said.

"What were you doing? Are you alright?" Nero repeated ignoring Gregor's question.

With all that effort, all Gregor wanted to know was if he had solved the stability problem. Nero closely watched his father but he knew. Gregor hid it very well but Nero could still see that he was in quite a bit of pain. Nero was only concerned about his father's health and well-being. Gregor was concerned about Nero finishing his homework.

"Did you solve the problem?" Gregor asked again.

"Father you were passed out and I found you on the tenth floor, what if I didn't find you?"

"Did you solve the problem?" Gregor repeated.

Nero sighed heavily and mustered up a simple "Yes."

Nero ruffled his black hair as his father only seem to care about him solving the problem instead of worrying about his own health. Nero sighed and thought well this is who he is. Sometimes his father could be so infuriating to him. Though he acknowledges that his father had always been this way. Gregor deeply cared about the pursuit of knowledge, the query of ideas, and the accomplishment of those goals.

"What did you use?" Gregor mustered the strength to sit up in bed slowly while asking Nero.

"I used Mist root," Nero said understanding he wasn't going to get answers until he replied to Gregor.

"Mist root has high magical abilities that enhance the properties of the silver dragon scale. While boiling certain plants under the silver dragon scale it would create the invisibility potion. The stability needed for the potion came from the enhancement." Nero explained.

Gregor looked at his son in surprise, he adjusted his posture for a bit. Then seemingly in deep thought stroked his beard. With a cough and a chuckle, Gregor parked his mouth into a smile.

"Good, very good!" Gregor said with joy.

"Well, I knew it had to have been something that's fairly rare and hard to get. Since you told me before that Mist root is common only in the most dangerous of areas and is well hidden. I figured it wouldn't be that highly sought after." Nero spoke as he walked over to his father's side.

"Not only does it grow in the most dangerous areas but it grows in where the mists and fog are the thickest. " Gregor nodded his head as he replied back to Nero.

"Congratulations my boy, you are one of the select few who have solved this problem. It was a well-kept secret at the Academy and only the brightest minds have ever solved it on their own." Gregor looked at Nero with a sense of pride.

"No…but I would never have solved it if not for your story and having the Mist root on hand," Nero chided. Now that he was facing his father, he didn't feel any hint of the joy he first felt when he solved the problem.

Gregor knew that his hint helped Nero when he said "story". Just a couple days ago, Gregor told Nero the tales of his life in the search of ingredients and knowledge. One particular tale was of the 'Westfield Mists' and the wonders hidden within. Gregor was a famous alchemist but he was in no way a wealthy one. Even more so when he was an apprentice learning the craft. Gregor had to seek out and gather his ingredients by hand.

"Well, you are right in that sense my boy. I never had the convenience of having prepared ingredients. I always had to go fetch my own back then. Still, others have had much more wealth than we could ever imagine and they still wouldn't have found this solution." Gregor said with a wave of his hand.

"So father, what were you doing on the tenth floor?" Nero asked after a short silence.

Gregor coughed aloud and his eyes wandered around. Nero could feel that he wanted to change the subject but he pressed on.

"What's going on? What's that dragon crystal doing there and what is that golden book?" Nero went with a barrage of questions just hoping Gregor would answer one.

In mentioning of the Golden book only caused Gregor's body to tense up. Heavy foreboding overcame Gregor as his eyes bulged and he looked at Nero. With monstrous vigor he leaped off his bed, grabbing Nero by the arms. Nero was caught off guard and became a bit shaken. Nero could feel Gregor's strong grip press onto his skin.

"YOU-you didn't touch that book did you!?" Gregor roared. "The tenth floor is forbidden!! You were never supposed to go there!"

Nero became frightened at Gregor's reaction, his body involuntarily shook from the glare of his father's eyes. Nero knew his father as a gentle but strict man, he had never been so fearful of him until now. Nero shook his head but it didn't seem to satisfy Gregor.

"DID YOU?" Gregor shouted.

"No! I-I only got you and came straight down here. What's with that book? What's wrong?" Nero answered. Fear and worry were transmitted from his body.

In hearing Nero's words, Gregor calmed down and a sense of relief came over him. He loosened his grip and slumped his shoulders over. His head moved away and his eyes stared down at the ground.

"Nothing…nothing," Gregor mumbled not wanting to look at Nero. With a heavy sigh, Gregor faced Nero and told him.

"Promise me not to go anywhere near that book. I've already told you that tenth floor is forbidden." Gregor looked at Nero with tired eyes.

"But..." Nero tried to reply.

"No buts, sometimes ignorance is a good thing, my boy. Since you solved the problem, clean up the experiments on the third floor. Then if you have time, go check the traps, we ran out of meat already and my old bones might get better with some meat." Gregor said with almost a whimper.

He patted Nero on the shoulders and sprawled back on the bed.

Gregor tried to calm his breathing as he rested his eyes. Nero could only look at his father with his mouth open. He still had questions but his words wouldn't come out. Then he nodded slightly in response like he agreed with Gregor's decision.

"Alright father, I'll go. Rest easy now." Were the only words Nero could muster.

Nero ruffled his hair habitually and walked away. He only gave some glances back to his father but didn't have the courage to speak again. So many questions still plagued him but he knew how stubborn his father was. Nero could only just do what he said. He closed the door to the bedroom and ascended to the third floor. His mind raced with possible answers to the questions he possessed.

Nothing seemed right to him with the situation and it became like a lump in his throat. Nero started clearing the tables and placing many ingredients back into their bins. Wiping off the residue from the experiments with some clean rags. He also gathered all the trash and broken items, placing them into a bag to be buried. With the many dangerous ingredients and experiments they've conducted it would be harmful to get rid of the trash any other way.

Nero then came upon the beaker with the invisibility potion, he saw it still had some left over. He inspected the potion and stirred the beaker around in his hands. Stirring a little too vigorously some drops of the potion leaped off and hit a vial, slowly disappearing at the point of impact. Nero saw this and picked it up. Hmm?...not Diamond class? he thought as he inspected the vial with an invisible middle portion.

Most of the equipment used by Nero and Gregor were Diamond class materials. Diamond class were materials rated for their ability or inability to be affected by magic. Thereby being great containers for high-quality elixirs and potions. Grabbing another vial, Nero carefully poured some of the potions into it. Since this time the vial was Diamond class there would be no problems. The Invisibility potion could be safely contained and be used for later.

Nero could only guess that it was only enough to cover the surface of his hand. He decided when he got back from doing his chores he would definitely make more. After he was finished, Nero looked over the room once more. Everything was cleared and the tables emptied. Finding his red cloak on a nearby stool, he put it back on. Now completely satisfied with his task he headed down to the first floor.

Nero moved towards the entrance and next to the metal doors were sets of weapon racks. Searching a weapon rack here he found a bow hanging off to the side next to it. A stack of arrows neatly packed into a quiver was laid beneath the bow. Picking up the quiver full of arrows, he lifted the strap and flung it across his body. He stuck his arm through the bow placing it around his shoulder. Then continued searching the weapon rack.

Where did I put it last time? Nero thought as his eyes carefully scanned the area. Then he saw it, a silver short sword with a blue outline on the handle. The black scabbard it was holstered in was slightly worn. Insignias were etched onto the sides of the scabbard. Strange markings that looked like branches covered the scabbard as well. Anyone could tell that this short sword was special.

"Won't forget about you, dear," Nero took the short sword and hung it on his belt.

This short sword had belonged in the Tower for an untold amount of years. As a child, Nero had found it by accident and always played with it. He liked the feeling of swinging it with a dash. Gregor had lectured him of the dangerous consequences of using weapons like this many times before. That of course only led to Nero cherishing it even more and carrying it often outside the Tower for fun.

Gregor was no weapon expert and the books found in the Tower didn't have much to teach in the art of combat. So Nero's use of the short sword was amateurish at best. But the short sword was special and had a secret that Nero discovered. It was a rare weapon only used in the ancient east. Nero was quite fond of it, so he practiced and swung it around constantly.

Adjusting himself, he threw the hood over his head and opened the metal doors. A soft wind greeted him and the fine aroma of trees attacked his senses. He walked outside, headed toward the Sea of Trees. One of the things the Tower did not provide was meat but the Sea of Trees had plenty of that. So once in awhile, Nero would go outside the Tower searching for meat to delight their appetite.

Growing up Nero was taught a lot about nature and surviving in the wilderness. Gregor while mostly an 'Academic' had traveled the world by himself so he knew some things about having to survive out in the wild. He had taught the basic skills to his son Nero from camping to hunting animals. As he had gotten older, Nero went out more and more by himself to catch prey.

Not a great hunter by any means, he did barely enough to get by. Nero had been out to the forest alone for some time. He knew enough about the woods surrounding the Tower like the back of his hand. Though he never ventured too far as his father told him it was too dangerous.

Gregor had told Nero there was a magical enchantment surrounding the Tower. Even the metal doors to the Tower was protected by an ancient seal. All these things prevented many dangerous beasts from wandering too close. So many smaller animals lived in close proximity to the Tower, hiding away from the bigger predators. What this did was give Nero and Gregor a plentiful source of meat if needed.

Looking up, Nero still saw the Sun fairly high up in the distance. It was in the middle of the afternoon and Nero would have plenty of time to check traps. Hopefully, he would finish before it started getting dark. Figuring he should go to the trap the furthest away first and make his way back to collecting the other traps. With a plan of action confirmed in his mind, he went deeper into the Sea of Trees.

When Nero disappeared, figures emerged from the other side of the clearing. There were five in total and were shrouded in dark cloaks. They had masks on and emitted incredible killing intent. Each of them possessing rather sharp weapons. They focused their eyes toward the direction Nero went.

"Was that him?"

"No…that looked like a boy."

"We're looking for an old man."

"Can we kill him?....hehe."

"No, we're not here to play around. Get the old man and make him talk. Find the book."

"Is this the Tower the Lord talked about?"

"I never thought we'd find something this big in the Sea of Trees….hehe."

"Must be, we've been searching in this blasted forest for days."

The figures conversed amongst themselves as they headed towards the Tower. Their cloaks fluttered as their weapons shined, they crept closer to the Tower. Their figures could not be seen as Nero walked further into the forest.

Nero came into a dense area of the forest consisting primarily of bushes and shrubs. They were a natural wall for the small animals that lived in the woods. As he scanned the ground he came across numerous rabbit tracks and a smile came over him. He followed the tracks until it leads to a trap he had placed in the dense area of bushes. There was a small white rabbit caught in a wooden trap. The trap was a wooden cage with various berries placed inside when an animal goes into taking a nibble of the food he becomes trapped in the cage. As the entrance to the wooden cage only let the animal enter but not leave. The cage door would push back and close if the animal tried to exit.

"Sorry little one, at least you had a good last meal," Nero told the rabbit as he picked up the cage.

Pulling out his short sword, he gave the rabbit a quick and merciful death. Rearranging the trap for the next animal, he tied the rabbit to a small rope and hung him over his shoulder. Checking the other traps, Nero found only one other animal had been caught. It was a small pink piglet that probably had gotten lost from his family. Nero freed the small piglet and hoped it would find its way back home. While only catching a rabbit wouldn't be considered a good harvest. It would be enough to feed him and his father.

Nero and Gregor both weren't really picky eaters. Plenty of times they forget to eat simply because they were engrossed in their work. Nero tried to learn how to cook some delicious meals because of the numerous amount of cookbooks that were held in the Tower. Nero only went so far as to learn because his father Gregor only knew how to make porridge and stew. Eating that every day, made it monotonous and almost unbearable. Gregor himself enjoyed that monotonous routine, however. He just frankly didn't care about food.

Finishing checking the traps he headed back in the direction of the Tower. Just as he was trying to find his way back. Loud explosions could be heard echoing through the Sea of Trees. Nero toppled over from the sound, dropping his catch and his face was wide with shock. Nervousness filled in his heart and he felt the need to go back to the Tower. Frightened by more sounds, Nero ran as fast as he could. Then he heard a noise that stopped him dead in his tracks. Something felt very wrong, so he dashed up the side of a tree.

Nero could only listen to the sounds as he was too far to see anything significant from a tree branch. Suddenly metal clanking noises could be heard underneath him. He peered down below and couldn't comprehend what he was seeing. It seemed like a man made out of metal but there were many of them. Mechanical golems? Nero thought as they were all covered in metal while holding spears and shields. One of them rode on a strange animal he had never seen before. The metal men walked together in unison behind the one who rode on the animal. Nero noticed they all had strange markings over their bodies with the same insignias.

"That explosion, it was this way. Those Dark Mages must have headed this direction as well. We must find Gregor and capture him before they do! It will be our glory, not theirs!" The one who rode on the animal shouted to the others.

Nero's ear had perked up when he heard them trying to capture Gregor. He couldn't help but feel the need to block them somehow after listening to them. Still, Nero had never seen anything like this before in his life. What he actually was looking at was a platoon of knights. Of course, Nero had only read about them and heard them from Gregor's stories so he wouldn't have known. This was the first time, he'd actually seen them in person.

There was no armory back at the Tower, only minor trinkets, and weapons. Nothing he could really study or see with his own eyes. The many books in the grand library would mention things like knights, soldiers, and warriors but with only minimal sketches and illustrations. Even books written by these professions lacked the detail.

This, of course, was because alchemists, scientists, and magicians were the only meticulous sort. They would scribble notes, draw ingredients, explain in detail about the variety or forms of things. Soldiers, knights, and warriors didn't have that type of background. Besides nobles who served as knights, they were mostly illiterate. This only created a vacuum of knowledge against Nero.

Nero watched the Knights march at an even pace towards the Tower. The leader who shouted orders rode on horseback and led his knights through simple paths. Frankly, It would take them a while to reach the Tower. Suddenly a flash of light assaulted Nero, his eyes were covered by multiple images. What he saw clearly in his mind was …Gregor's death. Multiple knights were surrounding him and another man was gloating over his father's corpse.

Nero didn't know what happened, he couldn't make sense of it. Nero only knew that this was the first time he heard of someone coming to capture his father. The images showed him something so clearly but were it the truth? He was really ignorant of the outside world, so he was afraid of what they might do.

"Do you really think he's out here?" One of the knights said.

"Bunk! If I know," Responded another. "Why would a hero be out in the boonies like this?"

"Hero? Our lord says he's a traitor."

"Our lord can say whatever he wants as long as he can fill my purse with coins and my belly with food." Replied one knight. "Hell! If he told me Gregor was a criminal. I'd slice his throat ear to ear!"

Nero's heart pounded as he listened to them. Were they going to kill his father? Were they going to treat Gregor like a criminal? He had to stop them! These men brought weapons and openly talked about killing his father. Nero wasn't going to treat them kindly.

Standing firm on the branch, he took out a quiver and readied his bow. He aimed for the center mass of the platoon. Calming his breath as his eyes stared down the arrow, he pulled the bow string back. Making sure his aim was true, he let the arrow fly with a flick of the wrist. Nero didn't bother to see if it landed or not. All he wanted to do was capture their attention and prevent them from going towards the Tower.

Little did he know it succeeded and pierced the neck of a knight who threatened his father. The knight fell over his horse dead. The knights behind him could only open their mouths in horror watching their comrade die before their eyes. The platoon stopped and leaped off their horses. Nero peeked his head out to see what they were doing, he clearly saw that he stopped one golem.

"Someone's here!!"

"Blast, Get in defensive formation now!!"

"Captain! Look at the trees!!" A knight pointed to Nero's direction.

Nero pulled his head back and leaned against the tree.

"How many!?" Responded the Captain. "Where are they?"

"I don't know Captain!"

The knights started anticipating movements from the trees. With a quick jump and roll, Nero hid behind bush listening to the panic and commotion. Nero glanced over through the bush to see them. The Captain gathered the composure of the knights and told them to go in defensive formation. Raising their shields above and below them, they encircled around the Captain on his horse.

This might be a perfect situation Nero thought. If they didn't want to move, he was going to get rid of them all in one fell swoop. Picking up a small stone and pulling out his short sword. Nero quickly etched a rune onto the stone. When he was done he followed over the rune with his fingertips, infusing his magical power into it. The rune lit up a fiery red over the markings on the rock, it worked. Holding the rock in his hand, he poured out more magical energy until the temperature raised significantly.

Nero had done this before with some major consequences as a child. When Gregor taught him the technique of etching runes onto stones. Nero often messed up by overfilling them with magic. So much that Nero had scars around his hands and arms from the misfires he made. Nero had no real self-control and discipline in that regard. What he created was called a "mana stone".

"Take this golem!" Nero jumped out in the open and threw the mana stone from his hand.

The stone was glowing red hot and sizzled in the air. It landed in the middle of the knight's formation. The Knights looked at the stone landing next to them only to realize too late. The stone exploded in a blaze of fire, it was a 'Flame' spell etched onto it. By writing a simple fire rune on an object, it would be able to take magical energy in heating up. What Nero did was overload the mana stone with his magical energy causing it to overheat and explode.

There weren't going to be any survivors, the point of the explosion was right in the center. Half of the knights dead from the impact. If their bodies weren't torn apart, they were badly burned. They screamed in pain and thrashed about on fire.

"Help! Please!"

"It burns! It burns!"

"My leg! I lost my leg!"

This was when Nero realized they really were human beings and not the inanimate objects he thought they were. Nero has killed many animals before and understood the logic behind it. But this wasn't for food anymore. This was for another kind of survival.

Mixed emotions came to him, he had never really killed human beings before. Gregor had told him before that death was commonplace in the world. Nero didn't think he would have a hand in it so soon. Nero went over to the Knights who screamed out in agony. Nero took out his short sword and ended their suffering.

Nero stared at the charred flesh and crackling sound of the fire. Smelling the pungent air and how the scene attacked his senses, Nero vomited. Did he really have to kill them? His mind was moving and he thought about it. He didn't know really what they were going to do. What if they really did come to kill his father? What if they destroyed his home? Nero made his choice but he still couldn't help but feel guilt well up inside.

Nero realized he had forgotten about the noise at the Tower. These men weren't the only ones after Gregor. His body moved instinctively in the direction of the Tower. Sound seem to stop as he ran through bushes and around trees, jumping over fallen logs. The light disappeared slowly as the sun vanished from the horizon.

Nero finally reached the Tower. When he got close enough to see through the clearing he saw five figures shrouded in black robes illuminating magic seals against the Tower door. Nero held his breath in anticipation, watching the figures. Magic like the color of blood, seem to fly out of their hands. Nero had never seen this type of magic before.

Nero was caught at the sight of the intense display and he couldn't move. From his viewpoint, he was outnumbered and couldn't face these type of Mages only. The Tower was in the middle of a clearing if he confronted them he wouldn't be able to do anything. Nero had to wait, in the end, nothing harmed the Tower doors.

"Blasted door! What is it made out of?"

"We can't get these doors open!"

"You're all too weak!"

"Shut it, your magic couldn't even scratch the door!"

"Cyrus, what do you think?"

"Let's leave, this tower isn't going anywhere. We can't go in, but we know they come out. Signal the Lord and we'll go back to camp. If anything he'll reward us for finding it." Cyrus said.

Nero was too far to make out what they were saying but he understood that they couldn't get into the Tower. It was strange to Nero, they didn't know how to get in. Nero instinctively knew how to enter the Tower almost all his life. He waited to see what the group was going to do next. Then a bright light flashed in the air. One of the Dark Mages shot magical energy in the air lighting up the sky. Slowly it rained down and disappeared.

After taking his eyes off the light in the sky, Nero looked for the figures in dark cloaks but they were gone. They all disappeared after they lit the night sky. He tried searching for them with his eyes but he couldn't make out where they went. When he decided it was safe, Nero ran to the Tower and opened the huge metal doors. Finally, inside, he closed them with a large bang and a sigh of relief.

Who were they? What were they? Nero thought to rack his brain. His body slumped down as he laid his back against the doors. This was too much dread and worry for him. He never experienced this before. Then Nero quickly checked himself as if he lost something. He lost the meat in the confusion with the Knights.

"How stupid!" Nero moaned ruffling his hair over.

North of the Tower, in the Sea of Trees. The Dark Mages emerged shrouded under the night. A platoon of knights was stationed in the forest. As they came close enough, armed guards appeared and halted them. They all looked like knights with heavy experience, it was a full twenty men armed with deadly weapons. Their insignias show a crest with a wolf and they had blue linings around their metal armor. The guards recognized the robed figures almost immediately and let them pass.

They entered a man-made clearing, almost separated from the Sea of Trees. The forest had been cut down and a stage was propped in the center of it all. Some fine wooden furniture was arranged on the stage. The moon from the night sky brightened the furniture placed. Looking at the area it was as natural as a common room with a table, chairs, and rugs. A fine silk tent hung above the area allowing anyone underneath to look up and see the moon. Underneath the tent on the stage in a cover of moonlight was a man sitting on a finely crafted wooden throne.

"You've found it?" The man said he made a gesture towards the Dark Mages.

Instinctively they moved closer and knelt down. All of them moved in almost perfect unison. Their eyes and heads were to the ground. None dared to speak until spoken to.

"Cyrus? Have you found the tower?" The man placed his eyes on one of the Dark Mages.

"Yes, My lord."

"Go on."

"Yes, Lord. We found the Tower just as you said. South of here in an uncharted path. Though we couldn't enter the Tower. There seems to be something protecting it."

"Oh? And what of Gregor?"

"We haven't found him, Lord, we've only seen a boy coming out of the Tower."

"Boy? No matter. Gregor has been missing for fifteen years. If the Tower does exist, he must be there. We'll go and search the Tower. Gregor left everything behind and became a mere vagabond. For him to be missing for so long, he would have only been long dead or he must have found the book."

The man stood up and his presence caused the Dark Mages to look down where they knelt. He didn't look back at them but towards the direction the Tower was in. Calmly he rubbed his chin and felt a long faded scar. A beautiful and yet sinister smile covered his face while the moon shone brightly.

At the Tower, Nero had finished telling Gregor everything he saw transpire. Gregor's face had become grim and his body moved with urgency. Gregor began ascending the Tower with Nero behind him.

"Nero gather your things we must leave!"

"What? Why? Who were they?"

"It's not safe here anymore we must go before they come back."

"But father! This is our home!"

"They are men that have been chasing me ever since I left the Kingdom. I know not who they are but I do know they seek the book." Gregor said.

"Right now my boy, our lives and the secrets we hold are more important!"

Nero stood in a daze for awhile but then immediately followed Gregor. Nero couldn't understand anything but didn't dare question his father any further. They both headed to the grand library.

"So should we gather the important tomes?" Nero said.

"No need for those, we must be light and make haste my boy. Those men were only after one thing! The secret of this Tower that I looked for almost my whole life. We'll take it and leave."

"What Secret?" Nero scratched his head.

Gregor quickened his pace rushing up the steps of the Grand Library. Nero only followed quietly when he realized they were headed for the tenth floor. Gregor had ignored everything else going to the final floor of the Tower. With a flick of his wrist, his hands illuminated and he parted the darkness that covered the tenth floor.

Gregor went closer to the center of the room where Nero could see the giant blood red dragon crystal hanging on the ceiling. His eyes then wandered back to what laid underneath it. There in the center of the room, a Golden book was floating on a pedestal.

Looking at the book again Nero could feel like it was almost alive. Gregor's face showed a combination of fear and disgust. Nero looked at the book and then glanced back at Gregor. To Nero the Golden book was mesmerizingly beautiful, he could only be puzzled on why Gregor looked so frightened. Gregor looked towards Nero and spoke.

"They wanted this, the ancient text of the Yu'vre. The Book of the Dead, the accursed Tome of Knowledge."