All the Tiny Tots found themselves on the island's surface, surrounded by over 30 mighty creatures they had never seen before. Mirage and Siren talked with the Kitsune; they shared abilities with the mystical creatures and wanted to learn from them. On the other hand, Manic was playing with a giggling Kitsune's tails.

Shango sighed as he was more interested in the massive Basilisks lying before them. He couldn't imagine that such a creature existed and was far more interested in learning about them. The Conductor found himself immersed in an intense conversation with Number 3.

"No, you are being too overbearing with your electricity."

"Well, I'm trying to destroy the machinery." The Conductor responded.

"Destruction shouldn't be the goal. Someone with a proper system, or someone like that freak, can rebuild it instantly." Number 3 pointed at Zidane arguing with Roisin.

"You want to render them inoperable. So instead, think of the wires as blood vessels, and the electricity you produce as blood, and—"

"And make those vessels incapable of moving the blood."

"Exactly." Number 3 said with a smile.

He didn't know how they got on the topic, but the Conductor was much more enjoyable to talk to than the Twins.

Bloody Mary was surrounded by Vampires and talking to Number 6. The Vampires were fascinated by a human with abilities similar to their own, without having a drop of noble vampire blood within her. Mary enjoyed the attention and gracefully greeted her 'fans'.

Bumi and Hoarder naturally found themselves among the Titan Orcs. Bumi wanted to learn their thoughts on controlling Earth's elements. The Hoarder was arm wrestling with Number 2 on an earthen slab Number 2 had created. Lord Cefketa had forbidden them from fighting each other, so this was the next best option.

The Hoarder strained under the power exerted by the Mighty Titan Orc. Hoarder's hand looked tiny while engulfed by the massive mitts of Number 2. The Hoarder's body glowed. He attempted to strengthen himself with his stored energy. With a loud roar, the Titan Orc smashed Hoarder's hand into the slab, claiming victory. The earth smashed under the power of their "battle", and the ground shook.

Number 2 sprang up, arms raised, muscles flexing as he shouted in victory. He held out his hand to the Hoarder,

"You are a student of Lord Cefketa? I expect nothing less. Well-fought glowing human!!"

"It's Hoarder, and thanks." Hoarder shook the Orc's hand and rubbed the back of his head.

Sage spent her free time chatting with Number 1. He was better than her at controlling plant-related systems… for now. She had no intention of letting that remain the case for long, and Number 1 felt pressured to answer as she was someone highly valued by Lord Cefketa.

"Can't we just have a nice casual conversation?" Number 1 asked.

"No… now look at this and tell me what I'm doing wrong." Sage formed a system and Number 1 sighed in defeat.

"That's everything that happened," Mythara spoke with his father telling him what he had experienced.

"I guess I should call you Mythara, from now on. It's a fine name." The Bone Collector nodded his head in approval. He knew he had little right to judge his son or his actions. The best he could hope for was that his son let him cheer for his happiness and success.

"Kenji, can we talk?" Amaterasu called out to Mythara, after greeting Roratha and the Bone Collector. Mythara looked at his parents, and both of them waved him off. As they walked away, Amaterasu looked back at Roratha, and gave her another bow, Roratha nodded in return. She wanted to talk to her, but there was no time.

The two of them walked away from the others to find a quiet place to be alone. Ahead of them, they spotted one of the Leviathans. They had assigned themselves to lookout duty and were taking things extremely seriously.

The Leviathans didn't bother to mingle with the Tiny Tots. Many Leviathans wanted to and several Tiny Tots tried to approach them but were turned away. The reason was simple. Since birth, they were trained via a strict military style. And since no one was assigned to keep watch, they put that responsibility on themselves.

"Lord Mythara, it's not wise to leave the perimeter now," One of the Leviathans spoke.

"It's fine. The only thing on this island that's a threat to me, is back there." Mythara pointed his thumb back at Lord Cefketa being measured by a Kitsune. They wanted to put some clothes on him. Cefketa was currently bare-chested, and his pants were a tattered mess.

"What about her?" The Leviathan looked at Amaterasu.

"I can take care of myself. Would you like to test me?" Amaterasu asked.

"No, ma'am." The Leviathan cleared his throat.

"You're getting feisty." Mythara chuckled.

"And you're getting arrogant, Lord Mythara." Amaterasu teased.

"Please don't." Mythara blushed as they found a spot away from the others. They spent the rest of their time explaining what they had been through the past few weeks. Mythara had given a brief explanation before, but now he had time to dig into the details. Amaterasu let out a sigh as she leaned against Mythara,

"So do you want me to call you Myth or Ken?"

"You can call me whatever you want. Names don't matter anymore." Mythara smiled.

"Just the people who use them do." Amaterasu finished his thought.

"Exactly."

"Soooo, this world is yours, right? What are you going to do with it?" Amaterasu asked.

"You just gonna accept that?"

"Do we really have a choice? You only own something you're strong enough to protect. We aren't strong enough to protect ourselves let alone the world." Amaterasu commented.

"That's a bleaker outlook than I was expecting, from you," Mythara smirked.

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"Well, it's true. The past few weeks have opened my eyes to that." Amaterasu's usual energy was sapped from her. It was understandable. Mythara wrapped his arm around her waist and said,

"It's true… for now." Mythara smiled at her as she looked into his eyes.

"For now? So that's your choice. I guess I'll have to work harder not to hold you back."

Mythara rested his face on the nape of her neck as she gently rubbed the back of his head. It was the first time since all this started that Mythara truly felt at peace. There were no more words spoken between the two of them. They found simple comfort in each other's presence.

After seeing what happened to Dr. Varma and Zac, their time together became even more precious. Instead of those scenes filling the two of them with sadness or rage, they filled them with determination. They prayed that they would never be put into the same situation, and the only way to avoid that was unmatched, unquestionable strength.

"Dammit…" Mythara cursed as his peace was disturbed. He felt the approach of a large group of people.

"That was a fast 30 minutes." Mythara groaned.

"Let's head back to the others." Amaterasu didn't need to ask.

The two of them reluctantly got up and walked back towards the others. As they approached the others, they saw that everyone had already gathered. They walked by the guard from before,

"Lord Cefketa said to go to him as soon as you returned."

"Alright…" Mythara responded as he and Amaterasu separated.

When Mythara found Lord Cefketa, he wore a black Veridahn uniform. It had gold trimmings, and the Veridahn's sleeping dragon pendant over his heart. His scythe was resting on his shoulder.

"Don't let it get broken this time, asshole!" Zidane shouted at Cefketa. He talked so much shit about the scythe, and when he finally got it the way Cefketa wanted it, the stupid lizard went and got it destroyed in the first real fight he used it in.

"Alright, alright… shut up." Cefketa waved Zidane off, who was dragged away by Roisin. He continued to verbally badger Cefketa.

"What do you want?" Mythara said with an attitude.

"Ooooh, someone's upset. Got your alone time interrupted?" Cefketa smirked. Mythara let out an annoyed and embarrassed sigh,

"Shut up, what do you want?"

Cefketa laughed and continued,

"You know why I let them regroup, right?"

"I have an idea," Mythara smirked.

"Are you with me?" Lord Cefketa asked.

"Do you even need to ask at this point?" Mythara smirked.

Cefketa then turned his attention to everyone gathered there and said,

"Remove the fog, and group up. It's time we bring this to an end." After giving his command, the fog began to roll back to reveal the full extent of the monster that had gathered there. In the clearing below the cliff they had gathered on they could see the Persequions and Chasers heading towards them.

Among their ranks were several familiar faces. Franky, Helena, Mawu, Duendes, and Hachiman were among them. Cefketa had expected to see Franky and his old teammates. However,

"Mawu and Duendes? Are you here because you want to be?" Cefketa asked. His voice melded with the world. They could hear him clearly, even from where they stood.

"I am just here to witness what you ultimately decide to do. I wash my hands of you and Devin's issue." Mawu answered, giving Cefketa a nod. Cefketa nodded in return.

"I understand why you're doing this. I don't know what I'd do in your situation, but I think this will ruin you, so I want to stop you if I can." Duendes answered honestly. Cefketa took a deep breath and nodded.

"We just don't want to—" Franky began to speak but was cut off by Cefketa,

"Your reasons are irrelevant. How fast you turned your back on me... even after everything we went through. That tells me more than I need to know."

Franky, Helena, and Hachiman felt a chill run down their spines. It was true that they were too hasty to believe Zac to be the bad guy. They didn't even bother to hear his side of the story before writing him off as a monster and not caring.

"I should've expected it. I was always just an accessory to Devin for you guys. I always thought that was the case, but figured I was just being paranoid." Cefketa smirked,

"Guess, my instincts are always right." Cefketa's eyes deadened as he looked at his closest 'friends'.

The three of them were overcome with a wave of shame. Cefketa briefly looked at Selistar and then turned his attention towards Aron and Seren.

"I suppose you aren't here to hand over your wife?" Cefketa asked as he looked at the 200 plus Persequions and Chasers that had accompanied them. The Persequions had the numbers advantage, but none of them felt it as they looked up, to see The Titan Orcs, Leviathans, Elves, Kitsune, Dwarves, Noble Vampires, and the Tiny Tots, staring down at them from the cliff. There was no need to mention the 7 towering Basilisks, and the two Dragons that stood at the forefront.

"You are correct. I will not simply hand over my wife. After watching what happened that day I'm sure you can understand." Aron spoke.

"We may die here, but we are not weak. We have an advantage and are prepared to die. I'm sure we can take a few of you with us. Are you willing to lose them for your revenge?" Seren was the one to speak. Anyone with sense understood that Cefketa loved the Tiny Tots a great deal. He would not put them in danger for his own revenge.

"I am not," Cefketa spoke honestly.

"Sensei, we know what we signed up for. We are ready to—" The Conductor began to speak but was cut off by Cefketa raising his hand.

"I'm sure you are, but I am not ready to let you," Cefketa smirked at the Tiny Tots and then turned his attention towards the Numbers.

"You all did well, beyond my expectations. I guess I'll be learning your names when we get back. Start preparing for our departure," Cefketa commanded. Everyone was confused by his words. Was he going to let everything go like that?

That thought was crushed as Cefketa started to walk off the cliff's edge, followed by Mythara. Sage held her hand out to signal the others not to follow, she could see what her mentor wanted.

"You heard him. Start preparing for departure." Sage commanded. The monsters then began to move as the Tiny Tots looked on.

Cefketa floated down from the cliffside with his scythe resting on his shoulder. Mythara floated next to him, his hands firmly in his pockets. As they descended Cefketa spoke,

"You're right. You have the numbers. You have the determination, and I'm not confident in keeping everyone on my side alive. I'm also not willing to needlessly risk their lives to carry out my justice. But there is one thing that you're wrong about." Cefketa's foot touched the ground, and he sent what looked like a lazy swing of his scythe.

Faster than what most could process, pressurized wind exploded through their ranks, cutting down a handful of Persequions and Chasers in the blink of an eye,

"You are weak…"

Aron and the others turned to see the section of their warriors decimated by that casual swing. The ones that didn't die were heavily injured. Seren could feel the morale fading. This was just the prelude to battle.

"You two intend to fight us on your own?" Seren asked.

"Yes." Both Mythara and Cefketa responded while smiling.

"The Darkest Day. The day when you poked a sleeping dragon and experienced a tragedy. Today you will experience hopeless despair, after evoking a Dragon's Rage. I wonder what you'll call it?"

Cefketa's laughter echoed across the battlefield as his transformation began. Scales rippled beneath his uniform before spreading across his skin, while his budding horns emerged once more. His purple eyes blazed with otherworldly light, pupils narrowing to predatory slits. The fabric of his uniform split along his back, releasing wings darker than the void itself as they unfurled in a magnificent, terrifying display.

Cefketa's laughter carried on the wind as aquamarine light erupted around them, swirling in luminous spirals that enveloped Mythara. The Vaylora energy surged into his system tattoos, igniting them as Dragon Scale Armor materialized across his form. Rose gold fire blazed in Mythara's eyes. His pupils sharpened to draconic slits, his nanite mask sliding into place. Twin pistols coalesced in his grasp as he stepped forward to stand beside Cefketa. Their combined presence was suffocating to all those who stood before them.

The sins of their enemies were many, but unvaried—attacking Nina and her unborn child, hunting Mythara before his birth, and now murdering Cefketa's own offspring. From the beginning, this had been a war waged against their family. Chased and hunted by those who feared their power, but did not understand their purpose. The Persequions would be crushed beneath the weight of their accumulated sins, while the Chasers would learn the price of choosing the wrong side. All would taste despair at the hands of the offspring of the Brood of Tiamat, the Keeper of Dreams.

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