In the throne room sit two figures in two thrones next to each other. The lavishly decorated throne room yet had to get its carpet cleaned, which frustrated the supreme evil Raal'tara'goto Doombringer greatly. If it weren't for this, then the massive room would had put him in a great mood. At least with his wife Isabella next to his side, is his mood on the upside.

Then suddenly the pained roar of a dragon and frantic flapping of wings reaches the throne room. Raal'tara'goto then just sighs and marks another notch on the black slate in his hand. With the other hand he puts his face into it for a short while. Isabella Doombringer which is his wife then grabs his hand.

"Darling, again?" She raises her eyebrows as she ask him. He then peeks his eye through his hand in which he put a finger aside in the middle.

"Yes, again." He sighs and puts the slate aside and removes his hand from his face, and instead touches the cheek of Isabella with it. "I should raise that dragons pay. That poor thing have more scars than scales now."

"That poor dragon. Loyal despite the hell he puts himself through... Maybe he should retire." Isabella pouts as she talks about the dragon. Then suddenly the main throne room doors slams open and a woman with pointy ears, horns and a tail bursts through.

"Ralto! The damn heroes are at our gates again!" The woman shouts at Raal'tara'goto, which also got the nickname of Ralto. She pants because of how fast she ran to the throne room.

"At ease Ni'rei. You should only report if anything unusual happens." He waves at her while looking bored out of his mind. Ni'rei just looks like a deer in the headlights toward Ralto.

"U- U- Unusual? This is not unusual?" Ni'rei asked while being dumbfounded. Ralto then grins and looks up and then after a few seconds looks at her again..

"I forgot that you are newly appointed. My apologies. If you stay by me you will know why." Ralto then waves for Ni'rei to come over, which she obediently does. She stands next to him and starts waiting with her arms crossed.

A little while earlier...

Outside the castle gates, the battle still rages on. Lance has now slain countless of enemy soldiers and monsters. His previously polished armor is now coated in a layer of blood, and his long hair is stained at the tips with blood as well.

"Deathshead, how are you holding up?" Lance shouted over the battlefield while beheading three soldiers at once.

"I am holding up good myself, how about you?" Deathshead replies meanwhile pulverizing the upper body into paste of a lesser dragon with his giant hammer. "...where the hell do the supreme evil get all these irritations from!?"

"They are free spawns of the castle, Deathshead. Is fighting the only thing in your head?" Says the female voice in the mismatched armor again as she turns a group of enemies into dust with chain lightning.

"Shut up Mystia, you prick!" Replies Deathshead to her and angrily explodes a soldier by directly hitting it with an overhead smash. Limbs, blood and gore flies all over the battlefield. He then cries out: "Keep killing them. We have soon fulfilled the requirements for the gate to open!"

After twenty minutes of grueling battle, all defenders now laid down on the battlefield slain. Behind the gates could the sound horns be heard as the gate slowly started opening. By this time the other squads of their guild starts to rejoin with the assault squad which is spearheaded by Lance, Deathshead and Mystia.

Instead of a squad, they are now a small army of two hundred players! With their fighting force now ten times than it was before, the real steamrolling of the defending trash mobs can now begin.

"Hahaha, the guild of Heavenly Alliance will be known throughout history now!" Yells Lance while holding his sword high up above his head. Behind him stands the rest of his guild, with only Deathshead and Mystia by his side.

His confidence is not unfounded. Heavenly Alliance is among the Top 10 strongest guilds in the game. They have many achievements under their belt such as being the first guild to reach the bottom layer of The Eleven Hells. While not unfounded, it is not an easy feat to defeat the supreme evil which acts as the final raid boss in the game.

As the gate was nearly fully opened by now, a horde of eldritch hounds flooded out from the gate. They used it as a ramp to pounce at the invaders below. This surprise attack wounded many players but in the end the surprise attack was repelled.

"Damn dogs!" Cried Lance out as he skewered a eldritch hound with his sword. It took just a few seconds until this eldritch hound shish kebab stopped struggling. He then kicked off its lifeless body. "What more surprises will they have for us!?"

"This is getting tiring. I want a real fight." Sighed Deathshead as he stood on top a pile of eldritch hound corpses with his giant hammer resting on his shoulder. He then looks at the main castle entrance and see a slender figure with horns and a tail run into it while slamming the doors open. Deathshead then smiles and jump off his grand masterpiece. "So you are panicking, huh?"

"Tch, the enemy are reporting our progress." Says Mystia very coldly. Her robes are now covered in layers of caked up ash, dust and blood. "We must stop them, let's go." She then looks at Deathshead and Lance.

With almost all resistance defeated they then organize themselves, and begin entering the grand castle itself. As they walk towards the entrance they notice how all remaining monsters and soldiers start retreating. Lance, Deathshead and Mystia took this as a sign they were winning. They felt content and smiled as they casually walked into the castle entrance.

After navigating the enormous castle and fighting off token resistance they finally arrived outside the throne room. They felt an oppressive aura by just being outside the throne room.