A couple of hours later with a blank faced Alexandar sitting on the stairs, the world outside of their house seemed to be an un-ending cacophony of noise consisting of explosions, gun shots and distant screams. Kyle and John came together in the kitchen, though still grieving they realized that it can wait. Kyle had a history of repressing his feelings and not saying what is on his mind, he was coming back to himself despite what had just occurred. John, by force of will, was able to come to understand he can grieve later. Amazed at the healing his body underwent, not even a scar was left where he was hurt, his “health bar” as John was calling it was at 45/45 now.

“Dad is really hurting John, I know that when mom was first diagnosed he went into reclusion, looking back at it I am sure that this is why he was so adamant that we go to this memorial,” Kyle said in a low voice. “ I know, I don’t know if he will recover from this one, atleast not soon.” John lamented, they both at this point were feeling hungry, the ever present clock in their field of view saying it was now 11:49. John taking hold of his thoughts started “Listen we are in a whole new world, I don’t know why and I am furious at what happend to mom. But hear, we need to know what's going on and how to move forwards. I am going to check this [MORE] button out, I am going to get some privacy, call me if you need me.

With this John started up the stairs past his deadpan father, they had at this point put a sheet over their mom. John saw her and was saddened again but pushed through, knowing that their father was in no condition to take charge as he normally would. ‘Don’t worry dad, A life time of training me will not go to waste. I will help lead the family until you are back to yourself.’ John made a resolute in himself that he was going to get strong enough to protect them.

John lamented the fact that his mom was staunchly against having guns in the house, she was upset even by seeing them on T.V fearful for Alexander's life every time he went to work. This fact left them vulnerable, thankfully Kyle like John was a little bit of a rebel and had kept a 12 gauge and a colt 45 he got from his father. Kyle gave the colt to his dad who barely acknowledged it and kept the shotgun for himself leaving the axe for John.

Opening the spare bedroom door, John made his way in the darkroom the lights being out from the moment they woke up. John fumbled his way over to the ornate golden embroidered drapes and opened them letting the cool winter light into the room. In the bathroom, he could now see into shocked him, in the corner was an orange glow something in the middle of it. Walking closer at the ready John slowly walked closer. Defying physics there appeared to be a solid piece of black metal of some sort carved in the shape of a spear with a solid flame tip seemingly frozen in place.

[YOU ARE NOT WORTHY]

As John got closer a voice boomed in his head sending him into fetal position destroying the walls he built up inside himself and caused him to go into a catatonic state.

[ONLY THE STRONGEST OF WILLS MAY TAME THE OBSIDIAN SPEAR OF THE PHENOIX] [DO YOU WISH TO TRY YOUR WILL? Y/N]

Inside of a black space, a disembodied voice called out to John sending rivulets of pain through his mind. ‘What is going on, this is all so strange.’ John still hungover and delirious brain thought. ‘I probably should not, although my dad has honed me to be a strong man; and my life in the cutthroat corporate world has further refined me as I come against strong will men. I am a wreak, my mom just died before me, I have no idea what's going on. I am holding onto a scrap of hope, just trying my best to protect my only family left, my dad and brother.’ John was incensed that these things just keep coming at him, having no idea what is going on and floundering as he struggles to understand what is happening to his world.

[ACCEPTABLE, POWER LEVEL REDUCED FOR LOWER LIFEFORM.]