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NEW YORK. SEWERS.

They stared in silent awe at the amount of really bad news that stared back at them. Where they had expected a room full of hungry undead, they found dried up corpses. All along the damn the subway it had been the same. And now they found their enemy, the young Necromancer on the floor, convulsing. A dreadful thought formed in the back of Johan's mind. His regent, the King of Elves had sent him a urgent message a week earlier. That someone terrible was going to go down, something that was bigger then a draugur infestation. Being a man of petty anger and grudges, Johan had told him he could fix it himself for once as he had almost been killed in one of his many excursions down into the Subway, looking for the necromancer. But none the less, he and Otto had went down and fought the damn things once more. He thought the King meant that the Necromancer was cooking up a grand scheme of sorts. Turns out that is not the case at all. Turns out someone else did.
 
"Oh shit." He said. Mouth agape. Next to him stood Otto. A massive man who was currently half wolf, half human. A hexen-wolf. His entire body was on edge, his fur bristling. Those canine eyes scanned the room as they walked inside. Bones turned into ash as they stepped past. It seemed thet Hildebrand was still breathing. But her aura was weak. They both recoiled when they realized part of her soul had been ripped out of her forcefully.

"Oh shit is right." Otto said, kneeling over the convulsing woman. There was nothing they could do for her. She was a necromancer. Her connection with the dead had likely meant she was caught up in what ever went down. Otto sighed and picked her up. Johan raised a eyebrow.

"I will not leave her here like this. She is harmless now. I doubt she ever regain power enough to be a threat." Otto said as he slung the girl onto his shoulder with ease. She hung limply. 

"I hate when you are right Otto." Johan emphazied as he closed the womans eyes and checked her pulse. She was weak and even though she was an enemy they could not just leave her to die like this. Besides, she might know something. That's when they noticed the way the ground below them was cracked and shimmering.

The two magicians stared at the desecrated ground. "Holy shit." Was all that escaped them when they saw the silver slivers that ran criss cross by their feet. They only knew of one thing that created this much disturbance in the leyline. A soul stone. A forbidden art that forced the souls of the dead or alive into a single flawless gem. Ideally a Diamond.

"That is..." Otto began as Johan interrupted him.

"Soulstone" The swedish runemage said, his voice barely a whisper. They both knew it had to be. But this was a soulstone of absurd strength. Any ol' mage can create one with enough effort. A soul circle was a fairly common thing in necromancy. But it was dangerous, and risky and you took weak souls from dying men or willing sacrifices. This. This was industrial strength. Countless souls, not yet done with this world, ripped from their anchor in the leylines.

"Yepp. Fucking Soulstone alright." Otto confirmed. Eyes wide. He like Johan had never heard of someone so foolish, so powerful as to pull of such a thing. Did the person who did this have any idea what they had done. Somewhere, someone was holding a magical nuke.

"And it is powerful." Johan added. A face of calm panic, the kind of face a man who decided to chickenrace a train and intended to win would have. 

"Oh I'd say so." Otto agreed.  Even in wolven form, he looked shaken.

"Like. We are talking snatching a few cities worth of dead peoples souls." Johan continued. The icy calm of a person who is pretty sure he was going to die either way. He fished out his pipe and stuffed it. He lit it and took a puff. It was mixed with normal tobacco and some weeds the elves grew. It settled his nerves for now.

"Never felt something like it." Otto agreed, coming to his senses as well. He motioned for Johan to follow him as they began to walk out of the room and towards the sewers.

"But who?" Johan asked as the panic receded and was replaced with utter confusion as to who would do such a thing.

"...I know where we can begin asking." Otto suggested. And Johan had to sigh.

"Puck?" The Swede asked, staring at the embers of his pipe.

"Yes." Otto said with solemn nod.

"Shit." Johan muttered.

"Shit indeed." Otto Concured. They stared at the wall. Trying to will reality into not being shit. They failed. Reality was shit. It was full of it. And they were neck deep in it.