Erebus awakes from a slumber against jagged rocks, washed ashore a riverbed. How he got here, he couldn’t quite remember. He was looking cor a temple, and suddenly was knocked out. Perhaps it was some higher power, as most of the time, such the case was.

Erebus was tired and irritable of greater entities and powers, and as he picked himself up. He was certain he had reached some kind of death, firstly the world was cast in a purple light— Erebus noted a few years ago when he was transported somewhere about this time, for Hallow’s Eve.

He wondered if it was the same now? But where was he, and why was he here.

As his vision came back to him, he peered across the river at a Sun Temple. “Could it be… That they know what I’m looking for.” He figured to himself. That couldn’t be the case, no one had knowledge of the Holy relics like Erebus did— perhaps with the exception of Konstantin. He wondered for a moment as he stood to his feet, scanning the area, he could see no one else in sight.

He pressed forward, walking knee deep across the River, wherever he was right now, the river wasn’t deep. It was quite calm and peaceful, minus the ripples and splashes he made lugging himself towards that golden temple, in his hand. Ere called forth a single metal hilt— not unlike the one he had once wielded, which cast a glowing red beam the same as Kon’s.

This one, was unfortunate enough to lack a focus. But looking ahead, he knew exactly where he may get one.

Erebus entered the temple, slaughtering the docile priestess’ who was praying, she could not hear him approach, his step was silent. Erebus had long been the Rogue, and simply relying on human senses did not stop someone of his caliber. He slid his Dark Hook Sword around her throat, and gave her an instant clean kill.

“You served your imagination well witch— now let me show your country a reality that we as man can make possible— without the intervention of your Gods.”

Red pools would slide down stone steps, as Erebus approached the shrine wall. His foot thirsted in a front kick, forcing the wall down for a secret hallway. It was here that he walked silently— edging towards a faint green light at the end of the tunnel.

The sound of footsteps against the corridor behind him picked up, catching a bit of his attention, but it was all too late, Erebus had reached the crystal inside. He could hear the sound of a feminine voice break the quiet temple’s ambience, though the levitating stone so near to his hand, had every bit of his mind wrapped around his plans for the coming age.

“Just a moment.”  Erebus said in response to Sophia, glints of amusement were in his voice and pitch, only barely drowned out by the metallic accenture of his visor. Erebus motioned for the stone to come forth; bringing both arms toward himself, and with that motion, the energy around him began to static with green light, he watched as the lightsaber flew out from his hand towards the ore approaching. It dismantle itself by every piece as they swirled and levitated in mid-air, when it was completely taken apart the ore casually floated in the eye of this storm, each tiny piece re-mantling themselves around the glowing orb.

Now he could fight the way he wanted— with a complete saber to match his dark plan for the world itself— and its erasure. The mercenary’s unsheathed hilt returned to his hand after a short levitation back down. Gently resting in the palm of his grasp, with the force to completely dismember limb off body. He turned to address the woman whom had arrived now, how she’d found him here he’d never know, but perhaps it was sheer coincidence after all. He decided to play information digging on her, as he concluded that’s what she was doing to him, weary of his future and the potential disruptions she could provide standing here in this temple; reminded Erebus he couldn’t be too careful these days, not when things were so close and yet so far away.

“Relax — I have now what I desire,” The foe took a few steps forward, seemingly just as entertained that someone else had stumbled upon his hidden gem. “Who knew such a pathetic hole in the wall could hide such a finely preserved crystal— These countries never cease to amaze,” Erebus aired out his displeasure but slowly began to identify who was standing here, her reputation was just as large as his own, and she was a top slugger in her own guild. Alisa Vollan’s guild. This realization made Erebus itch with grief. The biting and gnawing at the back side of his brain, festered in hate for them. Acknowledging murder of his own friend, and attaching that vengeance to Sophia here now…

When it seemed apparent that the mage called Sophia was not going to let him pass, he knew he would be going through her. With the sword hilt in his hand, he flicks the switch, drawing forth a glowing green mana blade— element of arcane, it hummed and purred as a source of natural magic.

The sound of his Saber’s swish enough to threaten her with battle, it hummed as it cut the air again at his testing swing, burning hot lasers slid against the stone floor at his foots as he got a hang of it’s weight in his wrist, shooting up neon sparks of gold flew from the flooring.

The enigma forwarded into a slow approach at the Pegasi, standing only 20m opposite of himself in front of this chamber’s doorway. Erebus spins the lightsaber blade in his right hand, occasionally forcing the sparks up off the ground— not unlike a rattle snake threatening off a predator with it’s shake and lunge. Carefully, mindfully… He awaited the chance to evade, block, or assault in kind.

Knees bent, he makes one last statement to the girl— and then engages himself to collide with her. “I can wager that you won’t defeat me here. So if I were you, I’d count my chips and not bet on it.” Erebus finalized with an insidious reach behind his word.


— All gear is equipped, Dark Hook Sword is changed out for the Green Lightsaber.

Erebus can see Sophia’s mana pool and stats. He can discern her health based upon how much damage he lands, his weapon will ignore her armor’s physical resistances to deal Arcane Magic Damage.

On top of this, Erebus had 5xS durability on his legs, 2xS durability on his body and arms, and 4xS durability on his head. He was prepared to duel to death. His saber itself also has 4xS durability.