A Step In The Wrong Direction?

It was a terrible idea.

The undead weren't meant to be messed with like this.

He should've never planned to take them on this early. If only he waited.

BOOM-!

Akiol narrowed his gaze, his sword flickering as several undead fell victim to its sharp edge. Sliding away he managed to get away from a collapsing building. Searching about he found his target, "We have to get out of here! Else we're all done for!"

A menacing voice filled their ears, "You think it will be that easy? After what you've done?"

Heavy magic fell onto his shoulders, like he was swimming through lead. Akiol's expression twisted, he really should've learned his lesson after the first time. The undead were not to be underestimated!

The consequences this time were heavier than before.

To fully grasp this issue, we're going to have to stop looking far into the future. Rather we shall place our focus to a time shortly after they faced the Chimeras. Currently in the livingroom, Akiol had finished pitching the idea of tackling the undead, "Which is why we need to become Third Stage, although some of us already managed that."

Kan'na sighed, "So excluding Tilia and Jarvis, the rest of us needs to ascend."

Akiol sympathized with her concern, "Now that Wrock is in seclusion we lost a powerhouse. I'm going to gather some extra forces to help out, since dealing with an army with just us is a death wish."

"With the time you gave. . . I might be able to succeed. What about you?", Kan'na turned to Yielya.

"Maybe I ought to have a sandwich.", Yielya replied nonchalantly.

Akiol spread his hands helplessly, "Plus there's no guarantee I myself can ascend. Since my Stages aren't like yours."

"You wouldn't propose this if you weren't positive on the matter."

"I can't guarantee anything that's all."

Tilia was with the idea, "That's fine, with the time I can look for some better gear. I remember the dwarves mentioning they would help but. . ."

"It might be a bit too soon to go back.", Kan'na finished her sentence.

"Regardless this is something I planned on tackling no matter what. Unless I'm singled out that is. If you don't want to help I won't insist."

Jarvis spoke after a while, "You can toss aside the pleasantries, you already know we were going to help. The only problem is whether or not everyone will be ready before that time. I'll do some preparation on my end too."

Akiol expressed his thanks. After exchanging a few smaller details he decided to log in for the day and get started on recruitment.

His plan was simple, he would need exceptional and talented fighters to handle the more fragile stuff, and a main force consisting of quantity over quality. As he thought about this he decided on a few options for each end. Logging in he was immediately bombarded with questions from Givale, Mira, and Stars. Barely managing to quiet them down he opened the forums and sent a few messages in various chat groups.

There was a high chance Opportunity was going to join. Her skill and power was not to be underestimated, and Akiol strongly believed she would be a good choice. Especially to make up for the loss in power from Wrock's seclusion.

To his surprise, two people immediately responded. One agreed to talk later, while the other wanted to speak as soon as possible. After a bit of conversation Akiol was able to determine their location and quickly headed their way.

Givale and Mira tagged behind him. Curious to what was going on Akiol was constantly bombarded with questions from them. Patiently answering he eventually arrived to his target destination.

Looking up he couldn't help but feel humored. Not too long ago he was neck to neck fighting against these people. Now here he was about to ask for help.

His current location was none other than Jumpstart Pavilion's Guild. It looked grander than he remembered, for he had passed by it a few times before. In the corner of his eye he spotted a robot making repairs to a section of it. Laughing faintly he entered the building.

"You arrived quick. Vice-Leader will see you."

Being led to a room a familiar face smiled, "Akiol, I didn't think you'd approach me like this."

"I'm trying what I can."

"Take a seat, I'd like to hear about this offer of yours."

Thus Akiol began to take the first step towards his plan. A series of actions spurred by nothing grand, just a matter of settling old debts. A choice he would later regret.