Everything went black.

At least there wasn’t any wind or anything, but I had no idea what happened. Wherever I was, I was laying on my back on something hard.

My head was throbbing as I rolled onto my side.

“Hello!” I slowly pushed myself up. “TRENT! RIX! ARLO?”

No one answered.

I squinted as I tried to see something, anything in the darkness, but it was pitch black. Just like…

I swallowed. I had been about to use a spell, but now probably wasn’t the right time

There was a bright light that hurt my eyes. I blinked as I got accustomed to the light. Before I could see, someone grabbed me. Someone with shoulder length red hair.

“Rix.” I had to blink as I looked around.

“You disrespectful..!” Trent’s voice was full of irritation and anger. “This is what I didn’t want to happen!”

I was able to find Trent in the white room that we were in, but my eyes still hurt. I managed to see Arlo as well.The blonde man was laying on the floor holding his stomach.

“What’s going on?” I started to stand up, but my legs felt that sitting was a better option and refused to straighten all the way up.

“This is…” Trent looked around. I could finally see without it feeling like there was a sun in my face.

“This is the Bequeathal Chamber.” A baritone voice behind us finished Trent’s statement.

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Rix and I turned around and saw the figure that had been a purple ghost before, but now looked like a real person. One with brown-hair, red-eyes, and black horns. He was wearing a purple suit and carrying a crystal glass with something in it that he was sipping.

“What’s that?” I felt like I really should be given a lesson on these things. I could feel Rix tense up beside me. I grabbed her arm to keep her from attacking Wurn. Until we knew exactly what this was, she needed to hold back.

Wurn clicked his tongue as he walked towards myself and Rix. I felt my shirt get grabbed and the two of us were dragged by an invisible hand behind Trent.

“So many unworthy…” Wurn shook his head, “Two Gods and a Hunter come to take my Mantle, but these are just babes…” He held out his glass towards Trent, “And you’re barely worthy of a challenge yourself.”

Arlo was on his feet and that was when I realized that he didn’t have on any armor. None of us had on any armor. We were just wearing whatever clothes we had on under our armor.

Wurn started walking towards a golden throne that I knew hadn’t been there just a few moments ago.

“Is this really what has come to die? Babies, a Celestial, and a..?” He spit over his shoulder, “Gibborim?”

That was a word I’d never heard before.

“What’s a Gibborim?”

“Later.” Trent pointed his right hand at the dead God and a blue robe started to slowly wrap itself around him. Once it was finished there was a silver sword with an emblem at the end of the hilt. I’d seen that emblem a few times. It was the one that had been burned into Gesai’s hand when she’d killed Sipher.

“Someone tried to take your power instead of earning it.” The white-haired man kept his sword pointed at the thorne. “He is going to Desolate unless you give us your Mantle.”

The horned God started laughing, “You think I’m going to just give YOU this Mantle?” He pounded his fist against his chest, “You aren’t GIVEN a Mantle. You EARN it or you TAKE it!”

He put down the crystal glass and it and the throne vanished. He pulled out a wand and pointed it at Trent.

“You should have just let me kill you.” Wurn’s red eyes started to glow. “Now I’m going to make you suffer.”