Swinging madly with his flaming sword, Morgan charged through the hordes of undead at the grand lich, Necross. Countless rusting blades struck against his Divine armor of the Goddess Vellia, not even scratching him, while the Sword of the Sacred Hero devastated the undead legions with each swing. Momentarily retreating to drink a healing potion, he saw the Lich casting his dark magic, and watched as hundreds more skeleton warriors rose from the earth.

Gripping his sword tighter, Morgan lifted it to the sky and slashed it down, divine light from the heavens imbued into the slash creating a great wave of light that was sent flying towards the legion. As the blade of light carved a path towards the Lich, Morgan followed close behind, striking down the undead who survied the purifying light and dove towards the lich. When the two collided, Morgan's divine sword ran through the undead sorceror as his dark magic penetrated Morgan's golden plate, and everything went black.

Holding the power button, his phone flashed an "out of battery" warning.

When he had boarded the plane back in the States, he had about half of his battery, but playing mobile RPGs the whole ride had apparently burned through that. For a moment, he stared down at the blank screen, then stuck the unusable device in his pocket and left the airport. The note from DedSec had specified a place, not a time, so he felt there would be issue walking there. Glancing up at the sun, he ran a few rough estimates based on the map of london he picked up and guessed he would probably arrive sometime around noon.

[i]Enough time for Lunch, at least.[/i]

Grabbing the bag containing his luggage, he set off toward the meeting, after picking up some bills from a nearby ATM. A long walk always included snacks, and without a GPS it seemed likely he would get lost, so emergency funds were necessary.