The Seven Seals: Dragon Crusade

Passing by many of the two story middle age homes, the two made their way near the back of the town. The ground inclined, as the rows of structures ended, leading up to a small chapel that looked to almost be overthrown by greenery, like a raging army to a kingdom.

Kate’s legs felt warn out already from having to run and trudge up the small path. She gazed at the chapel skeptically. “Kirith...are you sure that anybody actually lives here anymore?” Kate asked.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Kirith replied and walked up to the doors. He looked back at Kate and smiled, motioning with his head for her to stand with him.

Kate squinted at him. She walked up to his side at the doors. The doors themselves looked older then the chapel itself.

Kirith raised his fist and knocked on the door. But upon doing so, one of the doors cracked open. He looked at Kate as his smile began to fade. Something wasn’t right. Kirith pushed the door open a little further and stepped inside, Kate following close behind.

Inside was a typical interior of any chapel, except for the various cracks and chippings off the walls. Instead of rows of pews, there were rows of bookshelves. Large and small, books were piled in various places. Late midmorning sunlight passed through the tall windows on the left side, giving the room a golden glow.

“Anyone here—” Kirith began.

Someone whipped out from behind a bookshelf, holding an elongated staff. “Stay right where you are!” came a raspy voice.

Kirith lifted his hands in defense. “Uncle! Relax, it’s me, Kirith!”

The figure stood within the shadows for several long seconds. It stepped out from the darkness, making his features visible; an old man with a forest of long, gray stringy hair. Wrinkles etched across his face and curved and curled at his change of expression. His sparkling blue eyes bulged almost out of their sockets at the very sight of them. Under a mass of old robes was his bony hand clutching a long wooden staff. “Is that you ma’ boy?” he questioned.

Kirith nodded and smiled. “Yes, sir,” he replied.

Thogmook squinted at him as it were hard to judge who the boy was from only a couple steps away. Fishing out a pair of half moon glasses from one of his many hampers, Thogmook put them on and his blue eyes grew wide again. “It is you!” he exclaimed and stepped towards him, dropping his staff. Thogmook grabbed Kirith’s face and kissed his forehead with a loud smack. He let go hearty laugh and grinned. “Yes, yes, so good to see you!”

Kate held back a stifled laughter.

Kirith turned slightly red in embarrassment. “It’s— good to see you too uncle,” he replied.

Thogmook turned and reached down to pick up his staff. “My apologies for not recognizing you at first! My vision does not best me like it did so long ago,” he spoke as he bustled over to a pile of books sitting in front of a bookshelf. Picking some of them up, Thog stuck them on the shelf. “But you know what they say, if you reach past the age of fifty, you are considered wise! Heheh...”

Kirith and Kate gave each other a sideways glance before following the old hermit. Kirith looked between Thogmook and Kate. “Er— Kate this is my uncle—”

“There’s another?!” Thogmook stammered and turned to them. He adjusted his glasses and looked at Kate. “My my, Kirith are you trying to pass the band and get permission from someone?!” Thog questioned.

Kate furrowed her brow. Pass the what? she thought.

Kirith turned even more red. “N-no!!! Uncle...” he sighed.

Thogmook laughed again. He looked at Kate and grinned. “No offense to you at all, miss Kate,” Thog said and took her hand before kissing it. But he froze and looked down at it, rubbing his thumb across the seal. “Oh my...this, this is one of the sacred Seals,” Thogmook spoke. He looked Kate up and down. “And you don’t look like you’re from around here!”

“Well ah…because I’m not,” Kate admitted.

Thogmook raised his brow and looked between the both of them. “An Outlander…”

“It’s a long story...” Kirith said.

“And I’ll be here every minute to hear it,” Thog replied. He motioned for them to follow as he sidled back out into the isle. “Come, come, we shall speak below. Don’t want any unwanted listeners.” Thogmook guided them to the entrance area of the chapel and opened a door that was to the right of the entrance. Descending down a flight of stairs, they entered a well-lit bunker like area. A round table and several chairs around it with an old iron chandelier and lit candles sat in the middle. And off in the corner was a cozy little desk filled with parchment papers, scrolls, and old books.

Thogmook motioned for them to sit down at the table. “You can have a seat there, yes yes, don’t be shy,” he said.

Kirith and Kate complied and took their seats. Thog sat down across from the two and looked at them anxiously.

Kirith sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Where do I even begin...” he mumbled.

“Hah, well, you can start by telling me why you’re here,” Thog replied, “And where your brother is.”

“Right...” Kirith shifted uneasily. “Have you heard of what happened to Nomaru...?”

Thog raised his brow. “He became king, correct? I kept getting these pestering letters about attending the coronation and I told them “I cannot leave—“”

“He’s dead,” Kirith stated grimly.

Thog furrowed his brow. “No...” he murmured. “How...?”

Kirith went on to explain what happened on the day of Nomarus coronation with the suspicious activity, how the royal body guard Quan, or what he thought to be Quan killed his brother, the taking of the Seal and the escape. He added that there was a possibility that the throne was going to be usurped.

Thog had his hand over his eyes as he let out a heavy sigh. He was struggling to keep his composure. “These...these are dark times we are entering,” Thog said in a shaky voice.

Kirith nodded. “I know,” he replied. “Uncle...I will avenge Nomaru. Quan or…Aydonin will pay for what he’s done.”

Thog let his hand fall from his eyes and looked at Kirith. “And they didn’t even bother to send me a letter about that,” he muttered, his voice cracking. Thogmook paused before leaning back. “There’s a time for mourning, and there’s a time to plan a way to put away the evil.” Thogmook wiped a tear from his eye. “So you took your brother’s Seal before he died?”

Kirith nodded. “He told me to find the rest of them, and that’s what I intend to do,” he said. Kirith explained that he had been running for several months until Baldorian guards caught him.

Thogmook stroked his chin. “So Baldoria is making a contract with someone?”

“Yes, and I believe that happens to be Shangorn, the sorcerer. He wants the Seals’ power back in anyway possible.”

Thogmook looked to Kate. “But where do you come in?”

“If you might’ve guessed...I’m not from this world,” Kate replied. “The King of Baldoria and some of his buddies, I would assume, summoned me here, and that’s how Kirith and I met.”

Thog nodded. “I see, I see.”

“But, we’re meant to believe that the wood elves are aiding us though,” Kirith added. “Do you know one named Earidon?”

Thogmook raised his brow. “Yes I am aquatinted with him,” he replied. His eyes seemed to bulge. “So you were the ones he meant by visitors! He only spoke briefly about the Wood Elves involvement in the aid of the Seals.”

Kirith nodded and glanced to Kate before looking back at Thog. “Yeah, he told us to come find you, said you might be able to help us,” he said. “And possibly shed some light on our questions. Any information on the Seals.”

“Hmmm,” Thog hummed. He glanced to Kate as his expression became glum. “This all must seem so strange for you, miss Kate. I know this world might be a lot to take in for you.”

Kate pushed back her hair and shrugged. “I’ll...get used to it,” she replied.

Thogmook smiled weakly and stood. He held up a gnarled finger. “I have just the thing!” he piped and walked to the small desk in the corner. Shuffling through papers, books and drawers, Thog spoke again, “I have this book I’ve been studying, encrypting, i-it’s a very old book, yes.” He looked up at the ceiling. “HALINA WOULD YOU COME DOWN HERE?!” Thogmook shouted.

There were creaks from above. Then someone came walking down the stairs. A young girl with a forest green dress and short auburn hair stepped in, but this was no ordinary girl. A pair of fox like ears perked up from her head along with a tail that hung behind her at the waist.

Kate blinked and tried to process what she was seeing. She could’ve sworn those ears were fake but when one of them turned she nearly gasped. Kate didn’t realize that she was giving the poor girl the oddest look.

“Halina, do you know where that book on the Seals that I’ve been studying is?” Thog asked.

Halina’s gaze locked with Kate’s for a moment before looking at Thogmook.

“Oh— um, you left it on the floor in the middle of the isle? I thought you were going to pick it up...” she said tentatively.

“Could you get it for me?”

Halina nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”

Kirith gave the fox girl a small wave and in turn she did to him. Halina lowered her head a bit shyly and let swiftly.

Kate’s jaw had hung open for the exact moment the girl left. She slowly looked to Kirith trying to form words. “I don’t want to sound rude or anything like that—” Kate stuttered. “Were those ears— like, were they real?”

Kirith cocked an eyebrow. “Uh yeah? Not real enough for you?”

“I-I don’t know— I’ve never seen someone with— that.”

Thog grinned. “The cons of being an Outlander. Halina is what you call a Lamari, man and beast in one; can shape shift into the given animal. Many people look down upon them because they were only birthed from magic. I freed Halina from enslavement in the east many years ago. Just a pup at the time, but she wanted to stay with me. Bless her heart.”

Kate sighed. “This world is so weird...”

“But no weirder than your world if any of us were to go there,” Kirith added.

Halina came back down the stairs, holding a thick book. She set it down on the table without looking anyone in the eye before leaving the room hastily.

Thogmook sat back down with a sigh and opened up the book. “I have taken note of several things, let me find them,” he said, flipping through pages. “Ah-ha! Here...” Thog pushed the book towards them with his finger on a certain part of the text. “It says here that during the seventh age, the six Seals would reunite like the days of old to conquer evil.”

Kate furrowed her brow and glanced to Kirith. “You mentioned that this was the age Shangorn would be at his strongest.”

Kirith nodded and looked back into the book.

Thog flipped to the next page. “It also mentions that they can be found only with something called an Althrist stone,” he pointed out.

Kirith raised his brow and stuck his hand under his shirt before pulling out the necklace. “We have one,” he said. “But if there’s a certain way to work it, we don’t know how.”

Thog bent his brow and peered down into the book. Running his finger across the lines quickly, he stopped. “Oh, right here! It says the stone guides the wielder but a certain pair of words must be spoken in order to make it work. Why this...this is in the old language!”

“Well, can you read it?” Kirith asked.

“Yes, of course...dirige gradus, it means “guide my path.” Here, how about you try, Kirith.”

Kirith held up the crystal and spoke the words, “Dirige gradus.”

Nothing happened.

Kirith furrowed his brow a bit impatiently before saying it multiple more times. Still nothing. “Uncle, are you sure those are the right words?” he questioned.

“Yes, I’m sure! I’ve studied the ancient language for years!” Thog looked back into the book, trying to find more.

Kate shifted in her seat. “Could I try?” she asked.

Both Thog and Kirith looked at her a little surprised. Thog looked at Kirith. “Go on, hand it over to her!” he said.

“Ah— right,” he replied and handed it to Kate.

Kate took the necklace and raised the stone to eye level, staring directly into its blue ecstasy. “Dirige gradus,” she spoke.

After several seconds, the Althrist stone lit up. A segment of light struck from the stone and hit the back wall.

Kirith and Thogmook watched in awe. Kirith leaned towards her. “Was there a specific way you said it? Like maybe a different octave or pitch?” he asked.

Kate gave him a smirk. “Or maybe it just works better with me,” she hummed and handed the crystal back to him.

Kirith squinted at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Thogmook laughed. “Now, now you two. Let’s get back to the task at hand,” he said. “Hmm aw yes! The prophecy! You know of it right?”

“Partially,” Kate said.

“We don’t know the full story,” Kirith added, “only that there’s a powerful sorcerer we have to defeat.”

“Hmmm,” Thogmook hummed. He closed the book and folded his hands on top of it. “I think this is the part of the story I can tell to you…

“Long ago, before this world came to be, there was, well, nothing. No existence, all except for the Creator, the one who created all. He does not go by any specific name at all. He and his “Children” or what we call Chòr, the ancestors of dragons, all lived in an unexisting world. The Creator, seeing this emptiness, felt loneliness, ironically. So he created a new world, one that had an existence and that is what we call Teannan. After making a sufficient land, the Creator then created the elves, those who held untouched knowledge and power in the mountains of the north, the dwarves who sorted the riches in the mountains of the east, the dragons who watched the heavens above and served the Creator, and humanity, those who guarded and feast off the land below.

“Noshandraath, one of the remaining Chòr living with the Creator, saw such greatness and power and wished to have power like his father. But he became enraged when the Creator told him he was unworthy of wielding such power. In his anger, Noshandraath gathered some of the Chòr and lashed out against him. A great battle waged between the two forces before the Creator cast Noshandraath and his army through the lower most realms, far into the realm of unexistence that once enveloped all the realms. There, Noshandraath sought revenge and claimed this nonexistence as his own realm, the Abyss, a world no mortal could bare to lay eyes upon without being driven mad.

“In the aftermath, the Creator knew Teannan would need a strong ruler, one who was loyal to him. He chose one particular man; his name was Shangorn. The Creator saw his just ways and crowned him king over the realm. Not only that, but he lent Shangorn some of his power and gave him a rich and abundant land. For a time, he ruled as a generous and mighty King, and the people reveled in his benevolence. But as time went on, he grew less and less merciful, indulging himself in what power he had. Soon the people began to suffer under his tyrannical rule, some even fleeing the kingdom. The Creator poured out his wrath on Shangorn and destroyed his kingdom, leaving the once bountiful land as a desolate landscape.

“Shangorn was full of hate and rage when his land was left in ashes. But from the depths, the Abyss came to him and promised that he would get his revenge. On instant, Shangorn willingly submitted himself to the Abyss. With what power he had and with the abyss at his side, he opened up the gates of the underworld and unleashed darkness upon the land. There was an utter loneliness and unnerving darkness across the lands of Teannan for a time, and all hope of destroying the darkness was lost.

“But when all faith seemed lost, the Creator sent down four of his greatest Chòr to bring the light back to Teannan. Defeating the Abyss, a light reservoir was created for each Chòr to hold back the darkness.

“The Creator again punished Shangorn a second time and took away half of his power before sealing it amongst six of his greatest and most loyal mortal servants in animal like traits. Aminon the wolf, Haidar the lion, Melchor the stag, Kane the falcon, Jahzara the fox, and finally Renee the phoenix. Together, they were known as the Seals.

“For years they fought off Shangorn and his army and were successful. Now, after the darkness had covered the lands, the power that the elves were told to keep safe, escaped and spread across the lands. It wasn’t till after the darkness was purged that all the races realized what it was. They called it Mana, or as we know today…magic. And once magic was mastered, wizards and witches came up with ideas, new things to create. But alas, one had created a stone that could extract powerful magic such as the Seals right from something. More were created, and many grew lustful of the Seal’s power. Seeing that they had no other choice, the Seals separated and hid across Teannan, one in particular even escaping to your world, Kate. Or at least that is what I believe…”

Kate blinked. This was a lot to take in. But considering that one of them had escaped to her world would make sense. “So...which one do you think it was?” Kate asked.

“Not sure, my dear, after the Seals separated, all recorded history of them is unknown. But it does say that in the seventh age, the Seals would be brought back together, this is also around the time Shangorn would be at his utmost powerful.”

Kate crossed her arms and leaned back. “But it’s been what, two-thousand, three-thousand however many years? Wouldn’t he be dead by now?”

“Well you see, he’s a sorcerer, he knows his power and he understands it. So he has the capability of living an immortal life.” Thogmook looked at the both of them. “It is imperative that you find the rest of the Seals before something like the Abyss swallowing the world happens again. The fates of others depend on you.”

Kirith furrowed his brow determinedly. “We will,” he said.

Kate shifted nervously in her seat and stared down at her hands. Now hearing it like this felt like the weight of the world was being put on her shoulders. So far from home, and now she was expected to save a world from destruction.

“I know that this bothers you, Kate,” Thog comforted, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I know that it is a heavy burden to bear.”

“You’re not alone, though,” Kirith said and smiled.

Kate shrugged and smiled in return. “I’ll get over it,” she lied.

Thogmook smiled, but his eyes didn’t do the same. “Now, there is one last thing,” he said. “Do either one of you have a weapon that is linked to your Seal?”

Kirith perked up a bit. “I do,” he said. Kirith shifted and reached to his sword and sheath before undoing the belt and placing it on the table.

Thogmook ran his finger across the wolf emblem on the hilt. “Yes yes...like I thought, you hold the Seal of Aminon.” He looked towards Kate. “What about you dear? Do you have one?”

Kate slowly shook her head. “No... Was it supposed to be given to me earlier?”

“Well it should’ve been passed down from your parents to you.”

Kate scratched the back of her head. “Hah...my parents know nothing about any of this. I would imagine they wouldn’t even know what a Seal is.”

“A shame...your ancestors must’ve kept it a secret from any future generations. May I see your hand?”

Kate cocked an eyebrow. “Er— sure,” she replied and placed her sealed hand in front of Thogmook.

Thog took her hand and peered at the Seal. He snorted and ran his finger along the seal.

“What is it?” Kate asked.

“This is very faint, but I see a bird with fiery wings, look here,” Thogmook said.

Kate leaned forward and looked down at her hand. Below the seal were almost undetectable lines that formed into a bird with wings on fire. A phoenix.

“Hmm you must have Renee’s seal!” Thogmook said. He let go of Kate’s hand and looked at the both of them. “So is there anything else you would like to address?”

“Yes, there is,” Kirith said. “Did you hear about what was going on down in the village?”

Thogmook cocked his head to the side. “No, I didn’t. Why, what happened?”

Kirith gave Kate a sideways glance. “Well, when we got here, we encountered a predicament. A dragon slave driver was whipping one of his dragons when a northern elf Prince named Orindir stopped him. He claimed that the Creator had chosen him to free the dragons and bring wrath upon all humanity. And well...”

Thogmook’s eyes bulged. “Wrath upon humanity?! What?”

“Something about him doesn’t seem right, uncle. He showed the people something on his hand. We never saw it though, but whatever it was put the people in utter fear.”

“Of course something doesn’t seem right about him!” Thogmook stroked his beard and thought pensively. “Felorian Prince...no surprise there. He has been going around and intercepting dragon trade systems. What would make him think in such a way that he’s been bestowed upon this quest to oppose humanity?”

“I-I don’t know— but he’s shedding innocent blood!” Kirith exclaimed. “He killed the dracomancer there!” His expression softened and he relaxed his shoulders. “It’s no use anyways, we have to find the rest of the Seals.”

“That is what you promised your brother,” Kate added.

Kirith nodded. “I know,” he said quietly.

Thog huffed and pushed some loose strands of hair out of his face. “These are strange times…strange and unforgiving times…” He clapped his hands together, trying to seem slightly more positive. “Well then! You two better start making plans to leave on the morrow, I can’t guarantee that the guards aren’t out there looking for you both.”

Cutting the cold winds, Orindir guided his faithful dragon, Seraphiel, over the snowy mountainous landscape. He was successful yet again with saving those two dragons along with three caravans before that from the humans, not even the guards could stand up to him.

Orin tilted his head up to the heavens, feeling the chilling winds against his neck and through his hair. Some might say that such weather was harsh and dangerous, but to the elf, it was thrilling. It reminded him of home, a place he could never go without.

Orindir sighed and looked back ahead. “Gawz, do you know why my father has requested me to return on such short notice?” he asked the small creature that clung desperately to his shoulder.

“H-h-he wasn’t specific, My Prince,” the gimeilin stuttered.

“It seemed so sudden. Something must’ve happened,” Orin said. Something pinpricked him. Not physically, not mentally, but merely a feeling of doubt. And it was directly coming from Seraphiel. As a child, being surrounded by dragons all the time made him develop the ability to sense the auras and emotions of dragons. And now he could feel that ability activating a bit.

Orindir looked down at her, studying this feeling. The aura was doubtful, fearful, and worried. What could possibly be on her mind?

Orin leaned forward and stroked Seraphiel’s white-scaled neck. “Seraphiel, I’ve known about your feeling of uncertainty lately. You can’t hide it. What is ailing you?”

Seraphiel continued to look on ahead as she flew. She let out a puff of ice from her nostrils. “It is just...I worry for your safety, Master. You willingly put yourself out there for so long that I have grown anxious. There are many who do not appreciate what you do,” Seraphiel said in a melancholic tone.

“I know...” Orindir replied. “But it is for a good cause. It is to save your kind. And if I die, I’ll die knowing I was able to serve the Creator.”

Seraphiel didn’t say anymore.

Crossing over a mountain, in the distance was a grand city built in the cleft of a mountain. A tall elegant castle rested just above it, towering over the city. The structures glistened red in the setting sun like ice. Feloria. Seraphiel swooped down and glided directly towards the castle. Weaving past the tall spires, she circled over a large balcony and descended towards it. Seraphiel flapped her wings to come to a stop and landed cleanly.

Pulling his leg over on her other side, Orin slid off her back. He walked near the front of her and gazed into her fiery eyes. The doubt was still there...barely evident.

Orin stroked her snout. “I’ll be alright,” he whispered.

Seraphiel paused before bobbing her head. “Of course, Master,” she said softly.

Orindir smiled and held up his palm to her. Seraphiel’s body began to flow and grow transparent before dissipating into many petal-like particles. The particles twirled and entered Orin’s palm quickly until nothing of Seraphiel was left. Orin lowered his hand as the seal there on the back of it glowed.

He turned around and entered the open passage to a wide hall. Two of the servants waiting for him followed behind him and took off his warm, heavy cloak. Gawz continued to cling to his shoulder in an unsteady manner.

Walking down the hall towards him was a tall elf wearing a large set of armor. Long pale blue hair draped down his metallic shoulders in a graceful manner. He grinned at the sight of Orin. “Alas! You have returned, Prince Orindir,” he said as he began to walk at the prince’s side.

Orin looked at his friend questionably. “Daechir? I thought you were down in the Southernlands.”

Daechir put his hands behind his back. “King Arcalic has set up a meeting for the council again, it’s imperative that all attend.”

“A meeting with the Council? What could they possibly have planned now?”

“Well, I’ll let you find out for yourself,” Daechir replied. They reached a set of double doors as he opened one of them for Orin.

Orin walked on in and looked around the large room. A round table with a single ball of light above it sat amidst other elves whispering amongst one another. Windows lined the walls all around, shedding some of the last remnants of daylight in the room. The council, and some to which he recognized, were there in the room. His father, King Arcalic, stood proudly in his usual royal robes, speaking with two others. A pale female elf, Kinarthi, spoke quietly to an older elf. And off in the corner leaning against the wall was none other than Orin’s tutor, Hannor. A tall and humble Felorian he was, with a mask over his blind eyes. He made eyes contact (or so how it felt) with Orin.

Orin nodded towards him before looking around at the group. The council had quieted at his appearance and bowed their heads in respect. Arcalic looked to Orin and smiled. “So you have returned, my son,” he said. “Were you successful?”

Orin nodded and bowed. “Yes sir, many of the dragons were freed. No human survived against my sword.”

“Good. Everyone, gather around.”

The council, along with Orin, stepped in towards the table.

“About the excavation in the east lands, have you found it yet?” Kinarthi questioned Daechir.

Daechir stood straighter. “We are close, Madam. I believe the excavation is near success.”

“But I received word that there was an outbreak there?” Her tone grew cold. “Are you failing to keep the slaves in order?”

“We are doing our best—”

“Your best is to keep them in line, Daechir.”

“Success is of the utmost importance,” an older elf said.

“You are relieved of your duties there. Suileon will take your position,” Kinarthi said.

Daechir nodded grimly. “Yes, Milady.”

The King looked to Orin. “Now for you, Orindir. I know this is very sudden for you, but your return was of the utmost importance. There is a task that has been assigned to you. You have done well with saving the dragons, but there is something that you must look into.”

Orin stood a bit straighter. “I am listening,” he said.

“There is a growing underground force, one that is corrupt. You are aware of who the Six Seals, are you not?”

Orin’s brow bent. Of course...they were the ones who once purge the world of darkness.”

“Correct, and they did so in Creator’s name, just as you do. But they have returned in this age for a different purpose...” Arcalic’s expression hardened as he went on. “They say they serve the Creator to feed lies to the people, but they are no servants of the Almighty. They wish to stop what you’re doing and keep the dragons enslaved. They side with the humans. The Seals will stop at nothing to bring destruction. Go out and seek them, learn of their plans, understand them. Fighting them now would only lead to your demise. Will you do this?”

Orin gazed down at the table. “Accursed beings…” He knew much about the Seals, in fact, he had a power equal to theirs. But the new Seals…abusing their power for a cause that goes against all understanding of what is holy. This wasn’t good at all. He looked back up at his father. “I whole heartedly will!”

Arcalic smiled. “Very good. You will need this to find them—” He held out a small glimmering blue stone to him. “Speak the words Dirige gradus, and the stone will show you the way. Daechir and his men will accompany you.”

Orin took the stone and nodded.

“Orindir...it is at the utmost importance that you succeed. These so called Seals, impure beings, will ravage this world. They have fallen from the grace of the Creator and into darkness. That is why he has chosen you...chosen you to be the next Seal to right the wrong and save the dragons.”

“I will learn of their vile plans, and when the time is right, they will fall to my blade for what they plan to do,” Orindir said darkly.

“Oh they shall...they will be powerless to stop you...Seventh Seal.”