"Born of Greatness; Child of the universe, bearer of hope. By your tongue shall the mountains move, by your presence shall your people stand strong, and your ancestors proud. And given unto you, will be the grace of the Gods, all will love you, and so it will be wherever you go, if not in our own realm. Child of the universe, someday you shall defeat the coming evil, with your sword that shall set aflame a new era, just like your forefathers before you, and cleanse that darkness from our world" ~The Ancient's message

"What does this even mean?" Hazel questions, scratching under her chin. "Defeating the darkness..."

"Maybe it's a demon lord that's appearing in the future?" Ayame shrugs.

"Demon lords are a thing of the past, come on now. You're not gonna see those in this time of day," Arwyn tells them.

"I believe it has already passed," Garkari figures, everybody looking towards him in curiosity. "The War of the Great Depression. Remember, when Highsword Derek turned on the monarchy, he had demons at his aid, actual demons from hell itself that snaked their way into the government and the army. Horik 'cleansed' them out when he fought to save the country from collapsing any further"

"Ah...so that's what he meant by that..." Nahshon tilts his head, remembering what Commander Vernon had told him in the truck, turning Ayame's attention to his mumbling.

"You know, Nahshon, monarchs before him were also found to be depicted in this sanctuary; King Bjørn, Queen Ingard, and even before then, King Harald who was fated to be chosen as the new king of Verencia," Hazel states.

"Also, not all of their prophecies up to this date are 100% accurate," Garkari adds. "Like with the great war, the Era of Superpowers; King Bjørn wasn't the one who defeated Virgil, but his apprentice, and Jacqawin at the time, Jamaal Al-Din, the Jackal from Asad"

"Ah! Your currency was named off him, huh," Nahshon stomps his fist into his other palm.

"Yes, after he died in the battle with Virgil, My grandfather made it a tribute. He spread the news that it was actually the Jackal that defeated the dark king," Astrid teaches. "Ah, do we have to explain what a 'Jacqawin' is to you, Nahshon?"

"No. I learned about them some days ago," Nahshon clarifies, giving her a quick nod with folded lips, then onto snapping a photo of the depicted king, glad that he now has a camera that can perform under low light excellently.

"The amount of money we'll be making off of this," Ayame startles Nahshon with a hug as she takes a look at the photos.

"Indeed. The reward will be quite the handsome catch," Hazel says, gone to silence to the lift of Arwyn's finger.

"Seriously, hush!" Arwyn commands them all, shutting up Ayame who halts teasing Nahshon. "Nobody else hears that?"

"What? The drumming??" Ayame questions, Astrid's summon joining Arwyn with growls by the walls as it hears something on the other side, surprised as her cat ears begin twitching, stunned she didn't hear it before. "We're not alone??"

"Chains?" Nahshon says, hearing dangling beyond the walls of the room, and footsteps like a million soldiers marching.

"Statues?" Astrid turns to Arwyn.

"Unlikely. We would hear a battle by now if they were to be activated," Arwyn says, looking up to a bridge that seems to lead to a balcony. "I'm gonna have a look"

He makes his way up, crossing the shattered bridge and through a tight squeeze, making the rest of the way in crawling, to a sight he ducks his heads to, silently cursing as he begins to wish he had just stayed on his vacation and do nothing that spells for him to draw his sword, wondering if he should just leave and report his findings, but awakening is the patriotic self that he cannot ignore as a captain of the Verencian army, his gut telling him that this is leading to a bigger picture. And standing in total fog in wanting to know what is happening, the group sees as Arywn returns, his face wrapped with a serious aura, lifting his head with that look that Garkari haven't seen in a long while.

"Is it that serious?" The old man asks, Arwyn tightening the laces of his shoes with a silent exhale.

"You all need to see this," Arwyn commands, the group hearing no more words from him as he leads the way, and going up to the balcony, their heads also duck hastily, as below, they see the marching of a common enemy, goblins, but dressed in suits of armour, with other monster-like foot soldiers by their side, their hands busy with chains dangling from their hands, dragging their captive that rebels as it struggles and roar, muffled by the guard from a lock on its mouth, whipped by them, weakening its struggles. "She seems a bit familiar. Don't you think?"

"Huh? You mean...that's the mother we missed?" Astrid questions, looking at the chained ice-type wyvern.

"Possibly?"

"Should we follow them? Sneakily too?" Nahshon asks.

"It seems my gut's already pushing me to the idea, lad," Arwyn answers, sighing as he looks at the monsters. "Let's keep up with them. And do your best to stay out of their sight as well"

And they begin, high above in tailing the monsters that laugh as they trouble the rebellious beast, the group scaling the ceiling with their abilities assisting each other along the way, feeling bad for the wyvern suffering in the clutches of these savages, reaching the other point, to a door with no statues to be found as they watch the monsters easily go in and come out.

"There's patrol as well," Garkari figures.

"It's a whole hub for themselves, it looks like. If they can walk around so freely, it means they aren't expecting much to happen, they've been here for a long time. They probably blocked off the trail to this area as well, so no one would know their down there, we're lucky we even heard them with these walls and drumming echoing in our ears all day. Hm..." Ayame says, scratching her chin, seeing as the Wyvern is locked to a pole that restricts it from flying freely.

"The hell is really going on down here?" Arwyn says as he watches the passing monsters, contemplating on a risky choice he knows everybody will call him crazy for, as he sees another pathway beyond this they must investigate. "We're going to rescue the Wyvern"

"And what if it tries to attack us?" Ayame challenges.

"Wyverns are sensible creatures. If it comprehends that we're helping it, then it'll probably come to our side," Arwyn states.

"Yeah, probably...and if it's really the mom, you know we stole her egg, right?" Astrid shows him.

"Then we'll have to just step out its way, and let it have its fun with the suckers that caught her," Arwyn shrugs.

"And, can't you turn into your true form, Sir Garkari?" Hazel asks.

"It's a little confined in here," Nahshon points to the ceiling of stars, shaking his head. "Don't think it would be wise if he did"

"True. Let us make sure to watch each other's backs very closely," Garkari adds, their planning coming to an end.

The Wyvern, scared and upset by its capture, in its will to want to return home, over a hundred times it takes flight, laughed at by the monsters as it is pulled back by their chains each time, whipped across its skin by them wanting it to hear its cry. And by its screech of pain, needing for its enemies to die, its wish is granted as appears a ball of fire that washes over the ones who laugh, erasing their bodies in full, prompting the others on patrol in haste turn to the scenery of their allies scorch into dust, to see visitors in their midst, clutching their weapons tightly as they prepare themselves.

"I'm counting on you, old man!!" Ayame declares, her hands swift in progress, as by the wyvern she sets, to do cuffs that she begins lockpicking.

"No worries, child. I'll be sure to have my fun!" Garkari laughs, emerging from the wall of flames with the eyes of his true form, provoking fear into the ones who look into them, the monsters quickly drawing their weapons nevertheless.

With numbers on their side, they rush to strike the old man in set formation, some of them stopped by a scorching heat that even itches their souls, as next, they watch as their blood boils in rapid speed, screaming as they see themselves grow into an explosion that impacts their allies. But into their formation they return, and stops Garkari's powerful onslaught, feeling as his head begins growing weary, and his mana fading to almost nothing in an instant, looking up to two shamans of the monsters calling upon a spell that nullifies his magic. The dragon sends onto the shamans a fireball that's speed through the scene, blocked by the goblins' magic as his own has gone weak, watching as they laugh at him.

"I hope you're almost finished, madam Ayame," Garkari chuckles, quickly turning to see a rain of a hundred arrows coming their way, saved by Hazel who cast a shield of protection for none to pass, seeing on the outside the enemy who comes to destroy it, one of their sight going all over the place, comprehending that its head has been cut off, and its body set aflame by the strike of the sword of light, having it spread like a disease as the fire bursts out onto the others, surprising Nahshon who's eyebrow raise in awe.

"It was a holy sword this whole time??" Nahshon chuckles.

"Yup!" Arwyn smiles, but quickly it fades away as he now realizes they are also fighting demons.

"Ahh!" Ayame shouts from the other side, as begins weaving hand signs, her body shift into a vibration, summoning to her side mirages of herself, clones that surrounds the wyvern. "Why didn't I think of this sooner?"

Multiple Ayames making the same noises of determination, they defend the wyvern who whimpers in them knowing it's thanking them for their help, as on the other side, Arwyn summons multiple swords of light in front, striking the enemies with awesome speed they cannot comprehend, and not as precise, it is a skill Nahshon quickly copies, calling about swords of lightning by his bac that zips across the battlefield like venomous snakes, killing and stunning wherever they go, feeling as his mana drains faster than usual, looking to see a shaman casting a spell as he's now forced to mainly fight with his sword like Garkari.

"These priest needs to die," Nahshon hisses, Arwyn lifting his sword, creating a shield of light that blocks the debuff of the shamans against him, and turned both their eyes to what's appeared behind them, a sensation of cold at their backs, looking up to the wyvern that stands above them, bellowing a screech of hail that chills the enemies into sculptures of ice.

"Ah, hell yeah!" Ayame and her multiple clones shout, all of them fading away, Astrid shapeshifting her beast into a murder of crows that strike the shamans in the back, one picked up and devoured brutally, the skin of goblin shaman torn bread by Astrid's command, its flock washed away by flames by another, reducing it to a plump that returns to its master, Astrid casting a tornado that lifts many of them, painting blood across the walls they hit, stopped by another shaman who cancels it, summoning a ball of lightning that speeds to hurt Astrid, the princess saved by Nahshon who jumps in front with calling the attack onto himself, the caress of volts at his sword he lifts, its influence down his fingers that goes numb to the zaps that prickle him, clenching his teeth in releasing a powerful warcry that wins him control, as its power renders at his command, sending it back with a stronger force that breaks the protective shield of the shaman that called it, ending one more of many of them.

And as their numbers dwindle, one's power returns, the pressure of his rising mana climbing upon the enemies like trucks on their backs, and like a great tsunami, a sea of flame washes the battlefield, rendering many of them to ashes, they're screams echoes through the walls in the agony of their skins boiled, with those who are left looking up to see the great dragon, his laughter that hollowing over them all as he's found the space to transform, their foddered selves looking into his red glowing eyes, his presence like a doom they know they will not escape from, with the others feeling outshined by his glory.

"Say, unfit dwellers of the sanctuary, may you kindly lead us to wherever your main base of operation is?" Garkari kindly asks, the enemies shaking in their boots, calling a retreat through one of the doors.

"Hm, annoying old man," Arwyn grins, as the Wyvern gets close to Astrid, sensing another life by her side, the egg in sniffs, hearing whimpers of the wyvern but so it pulls away, not wanting the group to think it's angry.

"Alright, then. This confirms you really are the mother," Astrid nervously laughs, all of them chasing after the little left by Arwyn's command.

And in that other section, though hearing the commotion on the outside, they remain unbothered, their belly facing the ground and legs spread apart with their back high and arched, one's hands clasp to the feeling of their insides brushed in shifting motion, their waist dancing uncontrollably to the pleasure they're given, skin dripping from strokes given to them by their partner, by a large goblin behind who drives her slender waist to lower depths with rough hands that also grabs hold of her hair, making sure she takes everything he has to offer, chills running her spine, her legs going wider as she senses him growing rougher, her moans feminine, the goblin surprise as he knows her personality to be different, with his bud of desire covered by her white showing of evidence that he's doing a great job, this goblin standing proudly at his work. But comes a foot soldier who returns to them with bad news that disrupts their moment, news of intruders from the outside world, the woman gritting her teeth in being angry as she has to stop her champion, her hands wrapped in green plasma as thrown into their chambers are their soldiers scorched, dead as the group steps over them.

"Who dares enter my domain!!!" The person shouts, accompanied by the large goblin, the group looking up to a silhouette filled with paint on her body, with clothing of silver jewellery around their waist area that covers their flower, but nothing to cover their painted, chained pierced breasts, a woman with a decorated staff in her hand, yelling once more, summoning a being that is created out of nothing, with flesh that sculpts itself into a giant bird with a skull as its head, that speeds towards the group, followed by the big goblin, their numbers split to fight their own challenges; Arwyn against the woman who hits her staff to the ground, summoning more to her side, the dead that raises to take their revenge on the group, with Garkari deflecting an attack from the large goblin and his axe, Astrid, Hazel, and Ayame fighting off the zombies and other monsters alike, and Nahshon striking the summoned bird from out the sky.