After searching for a few minutes, Pierence unknowingly finds himself in the Security Wing’s Conference Hallway. Sees a single door to the left, he walks to it and takes a peek. He sees the Generals, all frozen in place. He could see their medals and maps littered about and a man wearing a General cap with Five stars. Curious, he opens the door. Chills suddenly exit the room and into his spine. He knows, this is them. He uses telekinesis magic and talks to the other party members, alerting them of what they’ve found. After a minute of waiting, Ingraine was the first to arrive, tired from looking. Then Grifvet and Eattare. Pierence was standing outside the opened door, waiting for them to catch their breath.

“I think this is it.”

“Let’s check it out.”

The party enters the room and the heavy atmosphere quickly dawns on them. The people seated there were extremely powerful. Grifvet was quick to touch their uniforms and even look Admiral Elmer in the eyes. He sees nothing inside their skulls but absolute darkness. The frozen skeletal generals had a strange energy coming off of them. Eattare knows that the seal is getting overloaded by them. She places her hand at the finger of Hassan himself. She casts Mana transfer, and Hassan's fiery eyes slowly fade in. The party was shocked and curious. They all get near the frozen skeleton and see that its eyes are two blue fireballs.

As they were busy looking at Hassan, Paul and John’s eyes also started lighting up. Out of nowhere, they hear the ice breaking and cracking. Eattare notices this and pumps even more Mana into Hassan. The cracking of the ice becomes even more apparent and all of the sudden General Paul moves his arm. Ice was thrown everywhere as his sudden movement shocked the party members.

He stands up, his Colt Python Revolver in hand. Grifvet was quick on his knees, putting up his small round shield to protect the members.

“Who’re you?”

“We’re the Adamantium party, a Dragon God named Bahamut told us to free you.”

“What on God’s green Earth, Bahamut wasn’t frozen? And Dragon God?! Since when? When I summoned her, the Seven Pillars of Space diluted her powers to… oh.”

Eattere, who was shielding her friends, stands in between him and Hassan.

“Y-yes.”

Seeing the young mage in purple robes and the band of what seems to be young adventurers, Paul quickly holsters his revolver.

“I apologize for that. Guys, wake up.”

He punches the table, sending Mana to his frozen friends and they quickly awaken. Ice and Snow was thrown all around the room as they rose from their slumber. The Eleven Generals were all confused as to who were these people wearing Chainmail Knight armor, Leather armor and beautiful Robes and what they were doing in the conference room. Outside the hallway, more cracking is heard and the soldiers start becoming animated again, fighting the frozen bond they’ve been trapped in.

Clueless, Hassan grabs Ingraine’s shoulder. She jumped from the shock and her Elf ears were pointing upwards from the sheer amount of Mana she felt coming from the skeleton.

“I thank you, all of us... Thank you. But please, could you wait outside while we talk about this.”

“U-uh, o-of course.”

“Please do wait. We’ll talk to you after speaking.”

The party leaves the room and waits outside. The cold and chilly temperature was slowly dropping and the snow and ice was turning into liquid as the seal’s effects slowly disappeared. Inside the Conference room, they could see the skeleton generals were once again active, but they do not know what they’re saying. They might hear their voice, but their jaws weren't moving.

“What in the sweet motherfucker did just happen?”

“Nooo mames. I think a bigger version of the freeze spell just got thrown at us.”

“Sweet Jesus fuck, I know they hate us but to do this? Damn.”

“Calm down. Right now, execute the plans we drew up before getting frozen. Last general who leaves, please notify our adventurers outside to step in. We must act right away and step into the defensive.”

Admiral Elmer was the last to leave, he approached Ingraine who was chatting with other members. With a polite and mature tone, he speaks.

“Miss Elf, our leader would like to talk to you now. I thank you again for freeing us. I’ll be sure to give back to you after this entire ordeal.”

“O-oh! You don’t have to! We actually did this as we thought this would be fun.”

“I see. What faction did you come from? You sound like you came from Texas.”

“A-aha-ha. I came from an Elven Tribe in the South of Schon. I do not know what’s a Tesas is. Though my parents are all High Elves, they came to hate how things were run and returned to our ancestry.”

“Ah. You’re… from this world?”

“Y-yes.”

“Can you understand me clearly? What language are you speaking?”

“U-uh aren’t we both speaking Dragonian?”

“Dragonian…? Can you write it down?”

He hands her a wet paper and pen, though her hand wasn’t writing English words or letters, the end result was a language he can understand. “Magnificent… this is the Translation skill but working on an entirely different method…” Elmer simply shakes her hand and turns around and starts running, realizing he has more urgent matters to attend to. The party heads into the conference room. Hassan was sitting down quietly. He gestures from them to take a seat. Faint gunshots are heard as the awakened skeletons start fighting the Demonic beings that have taken home inside their territory.

“I’d like to first thank you. As a gesture of thanks. If you ever need anything, we’ll gladly accept it and do our best to provide. Next, as you know, not everyone likes our very advanced faction. Hence, if anything happens to you due to your involvement with us. We’ll show up, no matter where.”

Hassan materializes a scroll, it is neatly tied with a red knot. Explosions were heard and the sounds of engines starting accompanied it.

“I did not expect that… it seems that I no longer need to open my inventory. Please take this. If ever anything was to happen to you as you venture back home. Burn this scroll. It will alert us and we’ll gladly teleport to you. This scroll acts as a beacon we can use.”

“I’ve only heard rumors of such a scroll. You must be very well versed with the art of magic to have something like this within your possession.”

Hassan looks at his wrist, as if to imagine looking at a watch. The aircrafts in the tarmac and runway was then unfrozen, AH-64D Apache Longbows and F-16s immediately got preflight checked by skeletal ground crews.

“Mhm. Since you're here, I might as well quickly tell our story. My name is Hassan, the founder of the Dark Knights of Eldwood. Our primary goal back then was to use dark magic to help low leveled people. But we then started experimenting with weaponry and modern equipment when we heard that some people achieved Flintlock rifles through the use of Magic. Long story short, we succeeded and tried to sell the weapons we made with the help of the Rostok Guild, a Subsidiary of Vostok and another ally, the Men of the Woods, but the player Kingdoms wasn’t gonna let their members and citizens suddenly have guns and challenge their power. We got overrun and beaten twice.”

“Then what’s with the tall massive structures outside? Some were taller than the biggest castles.”

“That’s City Zero-One. A testbed we used to see how complex can skeleton soldiers do their jobs and to see how feasible motor and naval vehicles are in our former world. This very airport served as a testbed for aircrafts.”

“Motor vehicles?”

“Yes, I’m sure you’ve seen the metal carriages outside this building. Those are motor vehicles. Faster and heavier than any horse. It’s not alive and all machines.”

Seeing that their leader was a very friendly albeit old sounding man in a black General uniform, he questions the man himself.

“Sorry if I’m to intrude, but do you have any involvement with the Demon King?”

“Yes, we kicked their asses next to the Holy Kingdoms. We have no side. We’re here to do a job and that’s what we're gonna do. Does this world have a Demon King?”

“Y-yes…”

“Hmm... this changes many things. But we must first set up a defensive line. If you have further questions, ask them now as we must start setting up.”

Grifvet on the other hand was stoked to see the Dark Knights all awakened.

“You're still Knights though right?”

“Technically, we aren’t. That’s a title we truly never owned. None of us even know how to swing a sword in real life, including me. But I guess to a degree, we are Knights and proud wielders of the sword.”

“Strange… but thank you for answering my question. Could you maybe teach me some ancient swordsmanship?”

“I’ll see to it, child. But I do not know, swinging a sword in Dark World was different from real life. But I guess it can work with a bit of practice.”

“Hello Sir, I am Eattare, may I ask what’re you gonna do with the Kingdoms?”

“I do not know yet. We know little to nothing about this land, and almost everyone wants us dead. Our first objective is to find an ally. I hope it can be you people. The Men of the Woods aren’t particularly in the network right now, and the player menu is missing a lot of its components, including world chat.”

“U-us?!”

“Yes Elf, without knowledge or connections to the land, we're dead. We might have modern equipment on our side but it could only take us so far against such powerful foes.”

“What do you think?” Ingraine looks at the other party members, looking for any sort of back up to the situation. “Mmmppphhh… We’ll think about it!”

“Okay. If you may, please do stay here for a while. It seems that it’ll be a fight to retake our city for the third time.”

Paul was outside in the parking lot, with Bahamut on his shoulder. He was helping the other members of Eldwood to get their skeleton soldiers unfrozen and fight back. Bahamut’s fire was very helpful in the unfreezing and after a while, some M1A2 Abrams Main Battle Tanks were already up and running, they quickly ran to the city where some attack helicopters were already fighting demonic beings. Knowing the severity of their situation, Paul looks at the parked M1A2 Abrams with extra antennas. With Bahamut casting heating, its metal quickly melted the ice that covered it. He looked inside and his guess was right. This was a command Abrams used by Officers on the field.

“Good little dragon. C’mon, let’s get into action.”

Paul takes four skeletal tankman with him and still in his service General uniform he rides the Command M1A2 Abrams to battle, rubbing Bahamut’s belly as the kitten sized Dragon balls up on his palm. As he exits the airport, more aircraft can be heard throttling up in the tarmac. Slowly, only logistical trucks and vehicles were left in the airport’s parking lot as the armored vehicles all left. Paul was looking through some binoculars as the tank entered the highway headed straight to the port where Admiral Elmer was unfreezing their mothballed fleet. Their ships were parked right next to one another with the largest ships on the most outer edge.

The tank rumbles through the highway, with its AGT1500 Turbine engine humming at full power as it rides along the derelict asphalt road. In front and behind it were all sorts of military vehicles, from lightly to highly armored all running at full speed to retake the city. From a distance, Paul could see massive Abyss Knights fighting tanks and armored personnel carriers on the right, while around the port, a massive pile up of dead Abyssal Wolves, Undead Foxes and Necrodogs. Paul tunes into frequency 180.2 in his long range radio and listens in the conversations of the players.

“This is Delta 2-1, we have heavy contacts inside the city! We got multiple event level creatures transgressing from our position! Requesting reinforcements!”

“Warpig 1-1! We lost one MBT to the giant Knight! Requesting a JDAM strike on the fucker!”

“Kujo 4-5, we’re having some troubles with the Troglodytes and armored Vultures but we should be able to clear the skies for the Blackhawks in a few minutes. Over.”

“Alpha 2-5, we’re requesting an air strike inside the city, Grid coordinates to follow!”

“This is Grizzly actual, we’re having some problems with what seems to be siege level Demon Rhino’s. Requesting additional Stryker MGS platforms to 2-2 actual.”

“Seems that the party is very lively. Bahamut, fly and start supporting our aircrafts. Leave no flying beast behind. Eat them if you must.”

Paul quickly thinks if Bahamut actually needs to be fed now as it is in real life. He shrugs the thought and Bahamut roars and flies into the skies. She then disappears into the cloud and a loud bang appears. She then dives into the city, in her massive Dragon form. Paul picks up the radio mic again and tunes into the headquarter frequency.

“Uhhhh… holy shit. We have a Dragon God.”

“Yea, I saw it dive from the clouds. Holy fuck, is it on our side?”

“YES! AFFIRMATIVE, ALL UNITS ARE TO SUPPORT BAHAMUT. DO NOT SHOOT AT HER! DO SO AND I WILL LET YOU FEEL MY SWORD!”

“Holy crap, okay thank you. I love you Bahamut! This is gonna take the stress off our air force. I’m still trying to get in contact with our bombers.”

“My Marine boys are having the time of our life. I also have some information. An AH-1Z Cobra spotted some Knights at the outskirts of the city near the Convention center. It’s also where the giant ass demon Knight came from.”

“Affirmative, I’ll collect some more tanks and IFVs and drive there. Bahamut will take on the more giant enemies that have engulfed the streets. Out.”

He hastily tunes into the local Frequency and talks to the tanks around him. Seeing as no one answered, he orders them to join his platoon. The four M1A2 Abrams in front of him turn to the next lane to let him pass and they follow him. He then took three M2A3 Bradley Infantry Fighting Vehicles that were tailing behind. On the horizon, he sees Bahamut land in a canal to fight the giant Knight head on.

Paul’s armored platoon exits the highway, it leads straight into the city center where he sees skeletal Marines and Army soldiers moving forward as hordes of Demonic beings attack them. Through the high rise building, he hears jet engines zooming by. He tunes into headquarters again as the tank rumbles through the bloody derelict streets.

“This is General Paul, I get it our jets are all up and running?”

“This is John, now, Callsign Valkyrie, can confirm. We have two wings of F-Sixteens loaded with Twelve GBU-Twelves and Six AGM-Sixty Five Mavericks. We have some A-Ten Warthogs being preflight. Keep up the hurt, we’ll get there.”

“This is Colonel Henry from the Second Field Artillery Regiment. We’ve unfreezed all MOne Four Two HIMARS and M Two Seventy MLRS. We now have fire support. Callsign Catapult, out.”

“Major Victor signing in. All M-Seven-Seven-Seven Towed Howitzer and M-One-O-Nine Self Propelled Howitzer have been unfrozen. All ground units have priority strike. Let the calls in, over.”

As the Knights of Eldwood slowly unfreeze themselves, the stark difference of firepower becomes seen. Many of the Demonic beasts were getting bombed from the skies and far. It’ll only be a few moments now till they’ve been overrun and killed. As Paul rode his tank through the city, high above him missiles and shells were arching down into the most Eastern side of the city where the hordes were slowly getting cornered. Nearing the Convention center, he could see disabled M3A2 Bradleys and dead skeleton soldiers. The Infantry Fighting Vehicle had obvious markings of a blade cutting through its armor and ripping it open while the skeleton soldiers were rotten bones. Paul’s hand tightens, he’s never seen such effective use of Dark Magic.

He stops his tank on the street, his M3A2 Bradley opens their back door and six squads of skeletal US Army soldiers come out. They quickly form a wedge, scanning the area. The battle was still raging behind them but the surrounding street in the Convention Center was quiet. Paul waits till the soldiers have walked behind him and he starts going to the front door. The large front was all glass, he could see the inside clearly and nothing seemed to be off except the large hole that came from its underground parking lot where the defeated giant Knight rose from. He points at the skeleton soldier carrying a long range radio and gestures to him to come closer.

“Skeletons, go in and make a clean sweep. Check all doors and all rooms. Go.”

And just like that, the six squads converge at the Convention center. Two head into the underground parking garage while four make a sweep through the front and back entrance. Paul sits down at the steps that head up to the main entrance with the radio operator and tunes into headquarters.

“This is General Paul, Callsign Hannibal. Requesting some air support around the Convention Center in Sector Nevada.”

“Roger that, I got some Apaches awaiting orders. I’m sending them over to you. ETA Five-Mikes, Callsign Kujo. Out.”

Paul silently sits in the front stairs, waiting for action to happen. And just as he was thinking about the new world he’s in, gunshots started ringing out inside the parking lot. He stands up and starts walking to it, the lead M1A2 Abrams points its turret to the dark underground parking lot and moves to cover its exit. The General grabs the radio operator's mic and orders two of the squads inside the Convention Center exit and follow him, he then orders the lead tank to follow him into the parking lot as automatic gun fire rings out and explosions follow. He unholsters his Colt Python and with the two squads behind them and the tank in tail, they walk into the underground parking lot.

The parking lot was so dark the soldiers had to turn on their lights and the tank on high beam. With their guns up, the General and the soldiers scan the first level, they see dead Knights wearing what seems to be all black armor. Reminiscent of the ones they wear but more intimidating than stylish. Paul gagged at the sight of the dead person, he could never be happier to not currently be in human form as he sure would’ve vomited.

“Jesus, what happened here? That guy’s… dead. He’s actually dead. Fuck, did they attack first? Our skeletons aren’t meant to randomly open at a person not posing to hurt them.”

Lots of thoughts came to his mind. Their organization just took the life of someone. Hearing more gunfire, he continues his walk, reaching the ramp that heads down to the second floor. He sees dead horses wearing armor with their riders littering the ramp, it was a bloody mess. But he could also see dead skeleton soldiers, the metal spears of the enemy reached them and went through their head piercing their skull and helmet. He continues to walk down the ramp and the gunfire fades out. As if the last soldier just got taken out. Fear hits him like a bus, as he continues to walk through the second floor seeing more dead from both sides, he quickly thinks to himself.

“Will I have to take a life? I don’t want to kill anyone though. Fuck. I am not mentally prepared for this at all.”

His hands started shaking from what he’s about to encounter. As he reaches the ramp that heads to the third level of the parking lot. A man with a greatsword and clad in heavy knight armor with a very pointy helmet was standing at its base. His armor was slightly damaged by gunshots of multiple calibers. On the radio, Kujo steps in.

“This is Kujo One, we’re ETA One Mike from the Convention center, We have, One times Thirty Mike Mikes Autocannon loaded with a thousand rounds, two hydra rocket pods and Eight AGM-One-One-Four Hellfire missiles on both birds. Over.”

The soldiers shine their barrel mounted flashlight to see his surroundings and he has more friends with him. Some in cover behind abandoned vehicles and the support pillars. The strange armored Knight speaks to him with a condescending voice.

“Dii Leba? Ike to yuu?!”

“Do you speak English?”

“I do not know of this language you call English, but I do speak Dragov and Dakian. Interesting to meet a skeleton that doesn’t speak Cursed.”

“Wait, my translator skill works here? Either way, I’ll have to ask you to leave this premises.” Paul points his revolver at the man, shaking a bit.

“Who do you work for dead man? Are you part of those we’ve met before in Geraldia who use these strange weapons to wage war?” He looks down at his lightly damaged armor, as if to say Paul’s gun won’t be able to scratch him.

“I don’t care. Exit this place now, or face death.”

“AHAHAHAHAHA! I can’t even sense a lust to kill within you. Do you think you can face me?”

The strange Knight points his greatsword at the General, as if to taunt him. He was holding the large intimidating blade as if it weighed nothing.

“Don’t make me do this. Please.”

“I have my orders and I shall carry it out till my death. May King Nergal watch me as I slay you Demon!”

The Knight then starts running at him, Paul covers his nonexistent ears and ducks. The 120mm Smoothbore cannon of the M1A2 Abrams hit the Knight on his cheek. The ringing sound created by the cannon fazed the Knights behind him and one in cover. Paul looks up to see the Knight’s helmet was only broken and it did not kill him.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!”

Conjuring his magic, Paul returns to his original human form. He was milliseconds from getting beheaded when he pulled out his dulled longsword and stopped it from killing him. The soldiers with him started opening fire at the Knight, but they weren't even nudged by the bullets as it pinged and bounced off of his armor. The General kicks the Knight and as he flies from the force, the skeletons start using frag grenades and under barrel 40mm grenade launchers on the Knights below, some were taking multiple shots before their armor broke and got killed. Shrapnel was flying everywhere and the tank's frontal armor was getting scratched.

As the two fight, the Abrams fires a High Explosive round, taking out the group of Knights charging at them, seeing this, the Strange Knight runs to where his horse is. Knowing this, Paul tells the tank to go on ahead and kill the guy before escaping. The Main Battle Tank gains momentum going down the ramp and drifts a bit with its gun trained at the running Knight. It fires but the man uses his greatsword to slice the tank shell. Paul was shocked at the inhuman speed he has and quickly grabs the radio of one of the soldiers and speaks hurriedly.

“All tanks and IFVs above the Convention Center, block the exit! Kujo, open fire on a man on horseback and wearing black devil Knight armor! Hold nothing back!”

The tank started firing its coaxial M240 and the two top mounted machine guns. The .50 M2 Browning was nudging him hard but he managed to reach the armored horse which was also resistant to bullets. The tank then reversed to block the ramp but the incredibly fast horse simply went around the Seventy ton machine and galloped to the second floor.

Little did he know that the two Apache helicopters had already arrived and were hovering low near the street and the two M1A2 Abrams had blocked the exit. The remaining squad that was from the Convention Center converged on the exit of the parking lot, guns trained. They could hear the foot of the horse, riding into the exit.

The two tanks were blocking the entrance and exit way and before they knew it, the Knight’s horse was already hopping into the tanks frontal plate and over the turret. The soldiers opened fire, but as expected. The Armor was too tough for the guns, and the M2 Browning was too heavy to be turned as fast as the horse went over.

“This is Kujo actual, we have good eyes on the Knight. Jesus he’s fast. Requesting additional aircrafts to pursue, over.”

As the Knight exits the parking lot, his immense speed in such a short time gives the attack helicopters a jump, forcing them to tilt downwards violently. Paul on the other hand was still under the parking lot’s third level. Trying to prevent himself from vomiting as the dead bodies bled. He signals the troops to get back to the street and he follows along. As he reaches the street, he slumps down a bit and then finally vomits. Thinking to himself.

“We have to get home. No matter what. This is too much for me and I’m sure for the others too. We must find a way home no matter the price, what the fuck and what language was that?”

After cleaning himself, he uses magic to once again transmutate into his skeleton form. He then picks up the radio mic from the radio operator and announces what just happened.

“This is Hannibal, we have one times High Level Eldritch Knight. Siege level motherfucker. We… we also killed I guess twelve? twenty? Of his men. I’m requesting a helicopter pick up at the Convention Center. I… I need a break.”

Admiral Elmer was near Port, he stood up from one of the Benches that once looked over into the beautiful sea. In front of him is a USS Iowa class Battleship with two Arleigh Burke Class Destroyers escorting it, the massive Battleship slowly turning its three turrets, with each having three 406mm cannons fitted in it to the city, preparing to fire on the cornered horde. Elmer puts on a pair of Golden shade Aviators.

“Let’s make some noise.”

The Battleship’s massive guns open fire, causing the windows near the shoreline to rock and some to break at the immense shockwave sent by the guns. The shells could be seen piercing through the skies and arching downward at the Sector where the Demonic beings had been cornered. Some of the shells hit the highrise buildings while some hit directly into the thick of the horde. F-16s then came in to finish off the remaining remnants of the horde and Infantry Fighting vehicles and tanks cleaned up the scene.

Paul who was still shell shocked by the deaths that just happened to him gets jumped by the radio mic.

“To all Generals, please return back to the Terminal. We must discuss our next step urgently.”

A minute after this radio transmission was sent, the UH-60M Blackhawk Paul requested had landed on the street of the Convention Center. It took him straight to the main ramp where he exited and went through the luggage and equipment area and into the main lobby where the Generals had already gathered. The Adventurers with Bahamut were sitting on an airport bench having a nice chat. Paul joins in with the Generals who were talking in a small circle.

“I heard what happened. Are you sure you’ll still keep going?”

“I’m here now, I won’t be able to sleep nicely for the next few days I guess but it's survival and I will survive.”

“Well, on your way here. I had some of our members check the armor of the Knights. They were made of some resistant rock like metalloid. It's almost the same material we used to make our Knight armors back then. It has a good affinity with Dark Magic. While we guess that those Knights are at least level sixty to seventy while that guy who’s still getting chased right now might be in the Nineties or Hundreds.”

“Okay, put the breaks on first. Who’re they with? Who do they work for?”

“We do not know. But they’re probably from the Demon Lord guy these adventurers have said.”

“Well, I got good news at least. I might be able to complete the second Iowa class Battleship. I just need some extra help. Could we maybe call upon the League of Modern Nations?”

“Same here. I got contact with both our Northern and Southern Airbases. All B-52s made it back home without a hitch. But they’re still frozen aside from some skeleton soldiers. We need to see if our former allies are still active.”

“But what now? Do we expand? Declare war? Make peace? My Marines are all ready.”

“Hence why I called us here. We must talk about our next steps. We need a Plan A, B and C.”

“Alright. I vibe with that... Anyone with a plan A?”

“As the commanding officer of our expeditionary force, I say we make contact with the Natives immediately. Looking at those adventurers, they seemed to be living very good lives here.”

“I second this. I can send out my Rangers and scout out what Kingdom or Castle we can make contact with.”

“Okay, I see this. Yes I agree with it. Also, What Rangers? The US Army ones we have or the Medieval scouts?”

“Hm, then it's set. Plan A is to make contact with the Natives. Are we gonna make peace or try to scout them out for danger?”

“I say peace hombre.”

“ Totally peace, I’m not a General. I’m just some Accountant who likes to play VR.”

“Peace it. Unless we get resources, no way are we gonna survive a long war against people who actually have experience with what they’re doing.”

“Peace. None of us here are actual Generals or Admirals. Of course we have to avoid war. I do not want to get into the role of becoming a real General in a real war, that’s the last thing I need. And Bahamut here doesn’t like sitting in one place.”

“Okay, Plan B then?”

“Look, you guys know me as the R&D type but I say we dump all of this modern crap and go back to being edgy Knights. The threat here is the technological gap. If we can hide it or bury it somewhere, I’m sure our danger levels would drop immensely.”

“Yup, yup. I can see that, but how long has it been? Have we been frozen for months? Years? Centuries?”

“We mothball our fleet, hide the guns and everything, destroy the city and go back to being what formerly was, the Dark Knights of Eldwood.”

“Yea, I say we do that for Plan B.”

“Not gonna lie, I prefer setting up defenses with Medieval Equipment and Magic than all these Howitzers and MLRS.”

“ Also, what’re we planning to do if they wage war against us?”

Without hesitation, Hassan replied: “We will fight back.”

“I guess so. But, I don’t want to hurt anyone as much as possible.”

“Don’t you think we’re way past that? We literally killed some Demon Knight motherfuckers just a few moments ago.”

“Guys. guys, guys. That’s all on me. I take full responsibility for that.”

“Don’t apologize for that. Who knows that they’re after. We should be thankful that you stopped them from lingering within our territory any further.”

“Mhm. I agree, do not burden yourself with this. Heavier things may come. Conflicts where all of our hands will be tainted with blood.”

“Look man, we’re all boys here. If you need help, just talk to us okay Paul? We’ve all been together for years now. From the start and to the end. Alright?”

“How about this? War will be our Plan C. It must be our last option. I don’t want our hands to be tainted also. We’re just normal dudes who love a game. Now, here we are equally suffering. I’m no Navy Admiral, I just like Naval History. But by no means am I a credible Admiral at all.”

“Okay then. Plan C will be war. But let’s make sure we only use this when we absolutely have to. I still feel utter shit from what happened.”

“I feel like that won’t be long. We’re foreigners here and nobody knows who we are and what we do and the players we fought I’m sure are planning on making a move on us. These people have settled in I’m sure and are looking for a way to destroy us and maybe take the weapons themselves.”

“Okay then. That’s the three main plans. I get that feeling too, with that Sword Saint up and about. I’m sure we’ve already gained notoriety amongst the people from her words and ways.”

“People tend to hate new things and old things. We won’t last long if we keep the peace thing up. So I agree with war as a final option. It’s something I disagree with myself but if it's them or me. I’ll pick me. I might have little to no life outside of Dark World VR but I sure as Hell want to go back either way.”

“I guess it’s decided then. Alright. Let’s see how Plan A will pan out. I’m sure our adventurer saviors here could give us a story about this entire shitshow.”

“Hm. Let us disperse and converse with them.”