Leave my sister alone!

"What did you just say?"

"They're trying to bring Nariah back? How's that even possible? Where did you get all of this nonsense?"

"Don't panic yet. They haven't found her body yet. But they are in search of it."

"How does that work? The whole bringing back to life thing, I've never heard of it."

"Have you ever seen those silver warriors they keep flashing around these days? Those ones that don't die?"

"Yes, I've fought many. No matter how many times you hit them, they just won't die."

"Exactly, those are the warriors they've successfully brought back. The warriors are as strong as they were when they were in the underworld, but this time, they can't die."

"There must be a way to kill them at least."

"Yes, there is. But I am not aware of it yet."

"You haven't answered my question, you slippery bastard."

"What was your question sir."

"How did you find out about their plans?"

"Sir, I've been a spy for all my life. I have my sources and they're never wrong."

"Then why didn't your source include how they bring them back? Where did they get such knowledge from?"

"As we both know, the underworld is home to a lot of forbidden knowledge. They have probably unlocked a secret somewhere...just as the King unlocked his."

"Don't you dare speak about the King."

"Pardon me."

The King needs to hear this, Jade thought.

"But what role do the transitionists have in all of this?"

"They are spirits that transcended from another realm, they should know how to stop the ritual."

"Okay, okay. So what do you want in exchange? And why didn't you try to stop Nether yourself? After all, your group has been pursuing peace all these years, what happened to your vision?"

"I sold the White Knight to you, and you ask me about our vision?"

"You do know he isn't dead, right?"

"What?" John asked, his eyes displaying his shock.

"Yes, we sparred not too long ago, and he is as vengeful as ever. He is coming for you."

"Haha! No problem then, I've been seeking a way to die."

"So go on. What do you want in exchange for her? By the way, is she still alive?"

"Yes, she's alive. I snatched her from Nether the other day with my men."

"You have men?"

"Yes…I do…"

I shouldn't have mentioned that, John thought to himself.

"Where are they now? You didn't bring them along?"

"No, I didn't…"

"That's interesting…continue."

"I've decided to start a new gang, so I'm in need of weapons, lots of weapons for me and my men. There's no other place to go. We can't go to Nether after the stunt we just pulled, so Jotunheim is our only choice."

"No problem. In addition to the weapons you've asked for, we'll supply you horses and chariots to go with."

"Thank you so much, commander. This will go a long way for us."

Jade then signaled two soldiers to come over.

"Take this man to the weaponry. Gather as many weapons as you can. Give him multiple horses and chariots. Make sure he is escorted by no less than 10 soldiers. He is a dangerous man. If you suspect something fishy, you have the authority to take him down."

"Yes Sir!" he saluted, walking John out of the Palace.

"You, take this body to the room of the other transitionist."

The soldier picked Frances up and walked towards the stairs. He trudged up higher and higher, and kept on going. The body got heavier with his ascent and Frances did amazing playing unconscious as he sometimes, thrashed her down when he got tired, only to carelessly pick her up again and keep going up. Just one more floor to climb, he gasped as he took hard steps up when suddenly, the window violently creaked open.

He threw the body down in fear, making a thud sound as Frances landed on the floor. He turned, he couldn't see anyone on the floor. He took out his sword and cautiously stuck his head out the window to see if anyone was there, but there was none, except the violent wind caressing his face. He let out a deep sigh and put his sword back in its place.

Must be the wind, he thought.

As he turned to pick up Frances' body, she was already out of the bag and on her feet, waiting for the right moment to strike. Before the soldier could move his hand, she struck him hard on the head with a rod, knocking him out cold.

"Weren't you supposed to wait for him to take you to the room?" one of the disguised spies asked.

"There's no time for that. I can already sense her, she's in danger."

"But what are we going to do with this body? If we leave him here, we'll get caught soon. As it is, we don't know how long this mission is going last."

"Do you have another cloak on you?"

"Yes."

"Give me, we'll tie him to the ceiling, so no one would see him while he's unconscious. Let's go!"

They began running towards the room as Frances led the way. The spies could tell she had a strong connection to her sister as she ran through the hallway like she was familiar with the environment.

"This one!" She yelled, "She's in trouble, help kick down the door!" she yelled as they all knocked he door down only to meet her sister in a rather unwholesome position.

The King was in the process of strangling her. His hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing it tightly. He smiled watching her struggle. He enjoyed it.

Her legs kicked wildly while her arms flailed like a little bird next to him. She was already losing consciousness as her eyes began rolling backwards as she kept thrashing around her legs hopelessly.

"You bastard!" Frances yelled, throwing her sickle at the King with all her strength. Time seemed to stop as she watched her sickle whirring end over end towards the King. The blade of the sickle shone on its way as the last ray of hope she had to save her sister.

The trajectory of the blade was faultless. The sickle cleanly sliced through the King's hand, causing a sinister eruption of blood from his wrist. His blood sprayed hectically on the walls, the bed, the floor and on Adeola who was finally free from the his deadly choke as she landed on the floor, still unable to catch her breathe, not minding the blood that sprayed on her like a macabre fountain.