((Collab between Letter Bee and Nerevarine.)) [b]Zekaraya[/b] Zekarya's eyes darted back to back as he took in the sights of the city. This place was so unlike anything he had ever seen, his head throbbed in agony as he took the cacophanty of sensation into his eyes, trying to make heads and tails of the strange architecture of the city's buildings, the unusual clothing that the people wore, and monstrous mechanical beings that seemed to be present everywhere he looked. However that was all overshadowed by the aching pain he felt as the faced the direction of the Palace. A burning agony, like white hot iron being poured into his eyes, burning into his skull. The sensaiton was like that he had felt when he encountered that Keyblade wielder in the prison, but magnified greatly. What was this power coming from that place? Ioannes spoke up as they approached the gates of the palace, "Well, here we are, the Palace of the Blachrenae," he spoke with a chipper inflection, as he cascaded his arms towards the imposing structure. "So, what kind of business you have over here?" "I have a meeting," Zekaraya replied, as he walked up to the gate of the palace, leaving Ioannes to simply scratch his head in confusion as his guest left him behind, only for him to shake his head and walk down the street. A single guard was present, though Zekaraya made quick work of him. The swordsman pointed the tip of his blade at the surveying guard, and with a quick incantation, a dark bolt shot out of the tip of the sword, hitting the guard, who fell to the ground. The spell rendered the unfortunate guard blind, silenced, and paralyzed, a special concoction created by Malachi to deprive prisoners of their senses for depravation torture, though it also worked for taking out pesky watchmen. Zekaraya waltzed past the incapacitated guard, opening the door and entred into the palace. The sensation of burning heat would intensify, even as voices began to be heard in the direction of the throne room. Then suddenly, a voice whispered to him in perfect Hebrew, and the pain receeded, as a layer of some sort was placed between him and the heat. The words of said voice were, He felt something poking at his mind, something guiding him to a set of maintenance stairs with a steel railing. An image flashed before Zekaraya's eyes, that of a white slab of rock, rooted to the ground, that radiated light. The warrior knew what must be done. He scanned the area to find the pathway to his goal, seeing a staircase that lead to the lower levels of the palace. As he descended into the palace, he readied his swords, which began to glow briliantly with with hot red flames as the weapons became infused with magic. Behind the door in the corridor leading into the basement of the palace, two guards, were stationed, chatting among themselves. That was until they saw the iron door behind them begin to glow a faint red, growing into a radiant orange. One of the soldieres pointed at the anomaly, "What is that?" he asked, as the other readied his own weapon. "Be on guard, I don't like the lo-" The two soldiers were cut off as a hot chunk of semimolten door flew out, striking one soldier in the head, as the other turned to look at his companion, only to be cut down by the firey blade, burning the man into a crisp as his body was filled with the magical flames as the blade cut into his flesh. Zekaraya advanced onward, cutting through the second door in his path in much of the same way. A soldier above had taken notice of the noice coming from below, and descended down the staircase to investigate, only to find the door looked as though it had been cut clean through, with some kind of heated instrument. He persisted forward again, taking note of the horrific sight of what looked to be a man burned with molten iron, and the armor of another, with burned ashes inside. He quickly ran upstairs, attracting the attention of another soldier. "Quick, tell the Emperor, we have in intruder, whatever it is it is armed and dangerous," as he expained what he had seen in the basement passage to the other, "We have to tell him now!" The Emperor receieved a message through the intercom, saying that there was an intruder close to the Cornerstone of Light. Turning to his wife and saying, "Prepare the Palace defenses," he then walked off towards a shortcut to the Cornerstone of Light that only he knew... In the meantime, Zekaraya was led by the voice to the Cornerstone of Light, which radiated brightly in response, burning away the insulating layer that had guarded the warrior. . Zekaraya took two blades, one in each hand, and focused, as the swords began to glow with a radiant, angelic light, as he inflused the blades with the Holy spell. The Palace's defenses began to swarm towards the Cornerstone, armed to the teeth as the quickly and methodically approached the structure. However, by the time they reached the stone, Zekaraya swung the two blades into the cornerstone, unleashing the full power of the Holy that he had bulit into the weapons, a shockwave sent out that rocked the entire palace, hitting all present with him with a powerful blast of holy energy, and shattering the cornerstone into fragments. Zekaraya then turned to face the defenses, raising his two swords, each that glowed different colors, one orange, the other blue, and cloaked him in magical defenses against both the physical weapons of his assailants, and any magic they could throw at him. He then charged, swords out to fight his way out of the cornerstone room. But the use of Holy, a Light spell, on the Cornerstone of [i]Light[/i] made sure that extra effort had to be taken to damage the slab, and that the fragments were large enough to still radiate Light, though weaker than before. It was then that Emperor Michael arrived alone, his Keyblade already out while his eyes shone in fury. "Guards!" he shouted, "You can't take him alone; go reinforce the outer defenses!" Turning towards Zekaraya, the Emperor said, "I have many things to say to you, but right now I don't have time to say them - Thundaga!" A bolt of lightning crackled at Zekaraya. [b][i]Important to Everyone (Except Tenma)[/i][/b] A gigantic Corridor of Darkness opened in front of the palace gates, and Heartless flooded out of it in huge numbers. There were [url=https://www.khwiki.com/Heartless#Pureblood_Heartless]'Pureblood' Heartless[/url], [URL=https://www.khwiki.com/Heartless#Emblem_Heartless]Emblem Heartless[/url]; the entire host was led by a Possessed machine; a [url=https://gundam.fandom.com/wiki/RX-78-2_Gundam]Gundam[/url] itself! [@Double][@Gentlemanvaultboy][@Ryteb Pymeroce][@ShadowVentus][@Nerevarine] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Hirutila[/b] Hirutila pondered over the words that Tocsax and Georgia said to him. there was a truth that indeed he had nothing to go back to. What little was left of his old life was impossible to return to. He closed his eyes and spoke, "Very well, I suppose there's nothing to lose. But you better make it worth my while. He said to the Emperor, "Get me out of debt and back home to my daughter, and I'll give you my help." So that was it, he would help in exchange for a chance at his old life again. Multiverse be damned, he just wanted to see Dammania again. Hirutila's eyes roled over to the strange little foxish boy that was present the whole time. It seemed like the others were going to be off doing their own thing, he might as well unwind a little bit before they take off to where ever it is they're going. "Hey, you look like the type, you know where I can get a drink in this palace?" However, before he had a chance to get a responce, the Emperor excused himself after a message was played informing them of some kind of intruder. Intruder? What was going on? A massive shockwave roled through out the palace shortly after, as soldiers began rushing out stammering about Heartless showing up in mass numbers. "Oh...that can't be good." he spoke out loud.