Darko felt the loss of life in a vast amount coming from the temple of X and sighed. If I stop this onslaught. I require both of those great tombs so that the gods of darkness and light may work together to prevent the imposing threat. I have translated this note given to me from a dead guard. I request that it be put in a safe place among the creatures of secrets. This unknown enemy. If my senses have not failed me is moving. And I know your master X knows whom it is." Darko summoned his scythe and stepped outside and swung the mighty blade and tore open a portal to the battle field and looked at Hal. "Brother. Shall we once again work together or remain enemies. After I stop this onslaught. I will call out and request a audience with our father. The Grand Creator. He should know in fact he will know the reason of our questioning and I will perhaps request a audience with my Lord od Destruction maybe he can provide some form of aid." 

Darkos presence was felt among the undead and retreated from his gaze. They knew their lord had called them back to the underworld. 

Darko then summoned up a blood mirror. "SEKUALLA!" His voice rippled in the blood pool a voice that made him respected among the dark council. "Cease your attack for now and bring your champion to the underworld at once. My champion is on her way and I wish to hold council with the the two blood thirsty warriors as soon as I return." He gaze dark and cruel. But fair and reasonable.

Darko then faded out of the blood pool and looked at Hal and through that cowl a smile appeared on Darkos rotten face. A smile that hasn't been there since Hal and Darko worked together. 

Darko then Gazed up into the heavens above and inhaled. "GRAND CREATOR. I, Ner'zhul, the Lord of The Underworld request a audience with you!" He stared up at the sky and waited for a response from The Grand Creator[@Master Crim]