“The gate fell with meager resistance. Our so-called allies fleeing before seeing the flash of a blade. Us pirates are simply as loyal as our options, but our code, or rather our guidelines, is principally for the benefit of a pirate.” An elegant-looking man dressed in a long coat that reached to the floor spoke before several men and women before a whirring table. “This port is a direct link to the Southern Continents. Our network is severed if we lose here. Lack of numbers is making that far more likely.”
“Might I remind you, Captain Peque, we should be more concerned with our lives than our routes. These aren’t humans.” A man said, his enormous hat casting a show over his upper body. “A pirate will stand his ground when it’s man to man. Man to dragon? Nonsense. You’re asking him to toss his life overboard to a bed of sharks. They may be cowards for running, but it’s justified when facing impossible odds.”
“Sacrifice a few and allow the rest to escape. That would be the straightforward solution if these were standard wildlife creatures. Minions of a God, these are. For a common man to stand a chance would take the blessing of Astraea herself or the devotion of those soulless Tarragon freaks. Moving off topic here, we don’t have time to play coy when a threat is at our doorstep. We need solutions!”
An eyepatch bearing woman struck her palms on the table. “Someone undoubtedly coordinated this attack. Evidence lies in reports of drakes circling the city to the very edges! A stratagem too cunning for beasts! Why not find their leader, or create a way to get their attention, then call for parley?”
The room erupted in yelling. Opinions being thrown from one side of the room to another under the sound of shattering glass.
“We’re playin’ with the Goddess’ creations! We don’t stand a chance!”
“Parley?! We’re no cowards! Why not line the walls with explosives and set them off on them?!”
“Can dragons even speak common?”
Madness lingered with the panicking pirates, creating more of an uproar. Their audible apprehensions silencing the of sparks flowing in Peque’s hand. “Enough!” He crashed the electricity into the table, the monitor within stirring to life. “We’re all as good as dead if you lot think this is the time to argue! Retreat is our best option. Flee the city, turn back and bomb the bastards from the sea. Ain’t one of them damn lizards the flying type. We’ll have the advantage!”
The table whirred, emitting a blue glow that lit the room. “About time you picked up.” A voice came through. “I’d implore you to reconsider. That selfish plan is right up the alley for Captains who hoard goods for yourselves.”
Peque jerked his fist back to his side. He bit his lip, a bead of sweat gathering on the edge of his greased hair. “The Fixer Queen, Leora. Of all the damn times to contact us. You better have a wonderful reason t-”
“Shut it, Peque! I’m here with a proposal that just may save your lives. So long as you’re also prepared to scratch my back in the process.”
“Listen, bitch, there’s no time for any of your games! No one has a bloody idea why the dragons are attacking! And we plan to escape with our lives! This is an every man for himself kind of situation, sorry, but you’re getting left behind.”
Leora’s sharp sigh filled the room. “Your ship idea won’t work. Even the hidden ones that you have tucked in the warehouses. As one of you predicted, there is someone commanding the dragons. And he has a counter measure for anyone escaping by ship.”
“How do yo-? Why!?”
“Send one of your cronies to the dock if you want a complete story. Right now, you’re gonna listen to me. I’m the best option you’ve got and your sole chance of escaping with your lives.”
***
A building at the edge of Morath broke out in dispute, the city in chaos outside of its windows. Inside, a round table rattled. A group of elegant-looking men and women occupying half the seats around it and behind each individual, a rugged group of pirates, watched them engage in discourse. An eyepatch wearing woman at the table snatched a rifle from one of her crewman and opened fire into the air, silencing the room and stealing its attention.
“How long do we plan to quarrel with the ‘who dun it’? This alliance has been a sinking ship since the beginning! You all know this as well as I do! We require focusing on the dilemma at its root!” She said, passing the rifle back to her subordinate. Raising a burning cigar from its ashtray and leading it to her lips, she lashed her finger at a man on the opposite side of the table. “Peque’s piss poor financing of the city’s exterior facilities is the reason this happened! We should have lined our gates with cannons for miles, but the good pirate king would have his pockets filled before securing our source of revenue.” The man bit his tongue as eyes settled on him. “You associated with that ludicrous leader of Carouser and his pipe dream of flying to The Crossing for what? Their transaction was finished and now we can’t get in contact with the guild. You sold them everything that could have been advantageous, condemning us to a consequence that could’ve been averted.” She puffed the cigar and blew smoke in Peque’s direction. “Tell us, was it the Elysian class Skyliner? Did you believe if you stashed enough money, that you could get your own?”
“How terribly pirate like. Recommend we stop with the finger pointing and blaming, then promptly point the finger. Well conducted, Captn’ Jess.” Peque ran his fingers think hair, scooping the remaining gel in his nail, and flicking it over his shoulder. “I’m not gonna spell out how many doors the Carouser guild opened up for our alliance. The fault lies with everyone else who neglected their obligation to secure an essential commerce port.” He swayed his hands, gesturing towards the masses, and started walking around the table. “The gate fell with meager resistance. Our so-called allies deserting before seeing the flash of a blade. From experience, you all should know us pirates are simply as loyal as our options. What are we to expect them to do against dragons? Any normal man would flee for his life, leaving behind everything so long as he keeps the skin on his back.”
“Then what do you propose, Captain Peque?” A man seated at the table asked. “As acting pirate king, it’s your decision if we fight for our lives or make a run for the ships. An emergency meeting while drakes tear through the city is nothing short of ridiculous.”
Peque stopped at the man’s chair, placing his hands on his shoulders, and spoke near his ear. “Sacrifice a few and allow the rest to escape. That would be the candid solution if these were standard wildlife creatures. Minions of a God, these are. A direct challenge to Astraea and her creations. We reach the ships, line up our guns and blow em’ all to hell!”
The door to the room burst open, men and women entering covered in purple cuts. “Drakes have gotten to the marketplace!”
“Looks like we’re running on less time than you think, Peque.” Jess said. “Someone undoubtedly organized this attack. With how fast the drakes could strike weak points in our defenses, there has to be. This is stratagem too cunning for beasts. Why not find their leader, or create a way to get their attention, then call for parley?”
“Parley!?” The room erupted in yelling. Opinions being thrown from one side of the room to another under the sound of shattering glass.
“We’re playin’ with the Goddess’ creations! We don’t stand a chance!”
“Parley?! We’re no cowards! Why not line the streets with explosives and set them off on them?!”
“Can dragons even speak common?”
Madness persisted with the panicking pirates, creating more of an uproar. Their audible apprehensions suppressing the of sparks flowing in Peque’s hand. “Enough!” His voiced boomed as his knuckles slammed on the table, releasing a current of electricity. “Retreat is our best option! None have said one of those damn lizards is the flying type. Get to the ships, then we give them a parting gift. Damn any who’re left behind!”
An electrical screech blared from the earpieces of several pirates, loud enough for the room to hear. “Damn it, Rylen… About time this worked. Peque, are you there?” A voice said through the earpiece. “I’d implore you to reconsider your cowardly plan.”
Peque jerked back, raising an eyebrow as he bit his lip. A bead of sweat collecting on the edge of his brow as he answered to the voice. “Leora, The Fixer Queen. Of all the times to contact us. You better have reason t-”
“Skip the titles and pleasantries, Peque. I heard every word of your plan and I’m here to tell you it won’t work. Whoever is behind this has already prepared for an escape by sea.”
Peque bolted to a near window, examining the departing ships far out at sea and another inching out of an adjacent warehouse. Before the ship could it lower its sails, a splash of water shot into the sky and the ship began sinking. Enraged and bewildered, Peque yelled. “Listen, bitch, tell me everything you know and why this is happening!?”
“Your guess on why this is happening is as good as mine. However…” Leora’s sharp sigh filled the room. “I know of a way to get all of us out of here alive and I know how selfish pirates can be, but I’m sure even you can see that the people of Morath have nothing to do with this.”
“Oh no! This is an every man for himself kind of situation! We’re not risking our lives for a bunch o’ landlubbers!” A spout of water blew into the sky again. A more distant ship now sank, mirroring the reaction in Peque’s stomach.
“Clock’s ticking, Peque. What’s more important? Your pride or your life?”
***
“Another one went down!” A pirate said. The ship he was on had just exited the dock moments before the one tailing them had sank. “Did they hit something in the water?”
“Something in the water wouldn’t make a spout like that!” another said. “Can the drakes swim?”
“Relax yourself, mates. We’re too far out at sea for anything without gills can catch. We’re free as birds!” A man said. He hanged on the ropes along the side of a ship. “Sure is a shame that the Captains won’t make it. They didn’t care about anyone but themselves, and today they’re getting what they deserve. We’re our own masters now! Right, lads!?” No one acknowledged the mans word, as the crew turned their attention skyward. He followed their lead. Seeing nothing and sweeping his head left to right. The oozing of blood dropped before him, revealing to him what they had been staring at.
A body hung above them on the mast, trickling red droplets that seeped through the cracks of the deck. Beside the body, a pair of amber eyes emerged. When the amber eyes vanished, the ship rocked, and a vast hole appeared in its center, spouting water. Hysteria ensued, every man and woman panicking as they scrambled for their lives. One by one, their screams silenced and a body hitting the floor and falling overboard. In less than a minute, everything was silent and the shuddering wood was the only sound left in the air.
From the distance, the crew of another ship watched as the ship sank. The man at the helm spun the wheel, in fear that the misfortune that found them would come searching for more prey. A thud on the deck turned their attention. A frail girl, dripping wet, touched down on the ship. She took a few steps to slow herself down, displaying her amber eyes to them as she scanned them. The woman closest to her backed off, intimidated by the frail girl’s labored gasps.
“None of you are him, and I will not let this ship leave. Under the jurisdiction of my lord. I, Fraym, Dragon Knight, swear… I’ll make your deaths painless.” She exhaled, a small flame leaving her lips and vanishing before it passed her nose. “Darn, brother wished for a spectacle, but it’s still too early.” She adjusted her posture and raised her hand by her side, walking toward the woman. A shift of the wind’s direction made her pause, spying green ether bouncing around the ship, disappearing behind the sail.
Natsumi appeared, firing two blasts of wind between Fraym and the woman. The gusts of wind blew the woman near her crew, while Fraym stood unfazed, observing Natsumi as she touched down. “I found the one sinking the ships, Leora! It’s some kid!”
“Kid!?” Fraym said. “Are you trying to insult me?!”
Natsumi flapped her hand. “I’m talking to someone! Could you not be so loud?” She placed her hand back on her ear. “Yeah, I don’t know about fighting her. Attacking kids has never been my thing.” In a flash, Fraym flew at her. Pulling her bare foot back and swinging it toward Natsumi. Natsumi blocked the attack, the scent of fish rushing to her nose. She deflected Fraym into the air, covering her nose. “Damn, you reek! Ever heard of a shower?!” She returned a hand to her ear. “Sorry about that, Leora. I’ll make an exception for this one. Maybe throw her in a tub of soap and water when I’m finished. I’ll call you back.”
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Fraym landed on the edge of the ship. “Idiot! As if the likes of you could defeat a knight! Even without my armor, I’ll crush anyone in my way!”
“Are you always so loud?” Natsumi kept her eyes on Fraym, dragging the goggles on her collar to her eyes. “I hope you pirates can swim. No promise that I can save the ship. If you go now, I can give you some time to run, well, swim. Go to the bar, Infinity, when you reach land!” Without question, pirates started jumping ship. Natsumi caught movement of Fraym’s eyes shifting for the men and women as they jumped and moved to counter. Fraym darted, reaching out her hand for a man’s neck. Natsumi back stepped and caught her in time, seizing her by the wrist and kicking her into the air. She stomped her foot on the deck as Fraym flew, green ether whirling around it. “Headbanger!” Natsumi twist into the air, swinging her foot towards Fraym’s head, but Fraym blocked the attack and snagged her by the leg.
“Who do you think you are?!” Fraym asked, tossing her leg aside and jabbing her in the face. Natsumi staggered, Fraym maintaining her assault. She kicked her side, booted her chest, and pointed her hands behind her to flip herself in the air with fire. Now above Natsumi, she struck down and sent her through the ship. “Stand in the way of my duty and I will beat you down!” Fraym hovered above the ship, her fire balancing her in the air. Catching a spout of water, shooting out at her from the center of the ship. She withdrew, another stream coming from behind her. Six pillars of water circled Fraym, her eyes cycling between them. A ball of whirling water soared from one pillar, Fraym’s swift reflexes dispersing it with her feet. Several more came and she evaded each one, not realizing Natsumi had appeared above her.
“Eat this!” Natsumi’s attack landed, following up with a flurry of blows that knocked her toward the water. She landed on her body, forcing her into the water with a torrent of wind, drawing ether into her palm and firing it towards the water. A gigantic orb of water swelled around Fraym, compressing tight as the air from within escaped. Natsumi’s legs, wrapped in a storming wind, held her in the air. She whistled and scratched her head. Sheesh! Whacking her with wild wind is way easier than concentrated wind! She won’t stand a chance if I mix of my attacks. I doubt I’d be able to win with just wild wind. A flash of red lit from within the sphere as the water evaporated into vapor and the air consumed by fire. Fraym’s cry echoed through the air, the fire spreading around the area and on the sea.
Flames rushed from Fraym’s mouth, folding around her body and gathering on her back, creating wings that lifted her from the water. “Exciting! Three months since hatching, and I’ve already found a worthy opponent! Brother would be so jealous!” She looked up at Natsumi, her eyes now colorless. “The duty can wait! If fighting you will accelerate my growth, then so be it! I, Fraym, Dragon Knight, challenge you!”
***
Rylen pulled the trigger on his pistol, cutting the red mist with a blue pellet that knocked over a drake, hounding a fleeing man bearing a young girl. Rylen kept his gun fixated on the drake. “Cross the bridge and keep straight and follow the crowd to a shack near an alley. You’ll be safe there.” The beast worked back to its feet, its height twice his size. Rylen taunted it with a wave. “Cmon, big guy.” As the drake charged, Rylen fired a pellet to his side. A wind tunnel altered the pellet’s path, striking the drake by its side and knocking it over again. He stuck his pistol under its neck and fired, the body going still. “I suppose I’m in lucky that they split into smaller groups. Taking them out is hardly an effort. They were more organized in the beginning, now it’s just a free for all. Something must’ve happened or there was a change of plans with whoever is running the show.” The crumbling of rubble behind him stole his awareness. The father carrying his daughter marked in violet cuts neared him, nodding his head.
“T-Thank you!”
“Head to the shack, there’s no time to waste thanking me!” Rylen’s tone delivered an urgency through the man, causing him to leave without another word. I need to find the source of this darkness.
Rylen sprinted down the road, crossing over corpses, gnawed and crushed. Outcries entered his ear from a street over, prompting Rylen to bounce atop a building, then drop to the street. From there, he encountered a retreating group of pirates who shouted at him.
“Hey, common folk! You need to be goin’ the other way! Captain Peque charged us to give any strays direction towards safety!”
“No need to fret about me.” Rylen flashed his pistol. “I’m no common folk.” Rylen inspected the violet cuts across their bodies. What are these scratches? “Were there orders to look after those people too? I see you’re injured.”
“Yeh! Things have been hellish out here, but we can handle it. I had my men establish checkpoints, but they’ve gone silent since. Drakes have been swarming in considerable waves, but suddenly they’ve slowed. If we can’t spot anymore people in the next five, I’m getting my men outta here!” Howls resonated from around the corner of a main road. Three drakes trudged into the open, sighting them, and roared. “Ah shit! Everyone, form a line!”
Rylen strode back as the drakes charged, swiftly overtaking the pirates. He fired his pistol right, generating a wind tunnel that carried the pellet from right to left, swooping lower as it flew. It clipped the ground before reaching the pirate, diverting upward and straight into the jaw of the beast. Taking out a few shouldn’t prove much of a challenge than the last. An unforeseen shadow moved in the leftmost edge of Rylen’s vision, whirling him around with his second pistol on the tip of his finger and pointed it in its area.
Stalking from the shadows, a man showed. His hair was short on the sides and the center lengthy, but twisted in braids that shrouded part of the left side of his face. Behind him on his lower waist was a massive nodachi, its hilt the size of the man’s forearm. “Impressive aim. There are many with those kinds of tools, but lack the mastery to use them properly. Missing their shots when it counts.”
It’s him. I’m certain of it. But how could a man be the source of this much darkness? Rylen collected himself. “At least you recognize talent when you see it. Now if you don’t mind…” The hammer of Rylen’s pistol clang, firing a shot between the legs of a pirate and watching it angle up towards a drake’s head via wind tunnel. A flash of the second barrel reflected in the man’s dull eyes. A green pellet burst out, heading for the other drake overtaking a pirate, before green ether encompassed the pellet and swung it left, then back for the drake’s neck. Rylen whistled, the pirates staring at him in bewilderment. “Run to the rendezvous! Don’t worry about any drakes following!”
The pirate leader acknowledged, urging his crew with a wave of his arm. “We’ll do as you say!” The pirates fled the area in seconds, leaving Rylen and the stranger alone.
“Were they not with you? The drakes?” Rylen asked the man as he holstered his pistols. “I’ve never seen a bad guy sit around while I took down his minions. Then again, I’ve never seen a bad guy reveal himself before that either. Are we switching things up? Can I just borrow some of that darkness from you and walk away if we’re doing that?”
“Darkness? I hear Talion refer to it similarly, but Nomu says others things. Speaking of those two, it’s interesting that you make light of a trend that seems awfully common with one of them. Their reasons would be justified if they felt these minions were disposable. Though, as they are drakes, I would consider none of them to be honorable opponents, for they are mindless beasts and nothing more. Those who have a reason to fight should be on the front lines, not those who turn their back on battle or fight without purpose. A warrior’s heart follows battle and wherever they walk, there is a new battle to be won.” He scraped his nails across his opened vest.
Avoiding the question, are we? Rylen smiled, tilting his head to the side. “We see eye to eye. People who don’t want to fight shouldn’t be forced to, but the world isn’t that simple. Violence happens with no one’s consideration except for the one who caused it. Be they man, woman, or child. Inserting one such as myself… I’ve fairly never been expressive about honor, mostly because I find myself outnumbered, or fighting inhuman monsters. Not that I’m complaining. It’s my job.”
“You’re selling yourself short. From your brief display, I can see you have a code and there is honor in following that. Defending those weaker than yourself, avoiding conflict if possible. You carry yourself far better than these pirates and one could consider that a triumph, their reputation a poor reflection of man itself.” The man stretched his arm in a circular motion. “Unfortunate, however, that this conflict is unavoidable. My lord craves something in this city and he has tasked me to rake the streets until I find it.”
“I’m wholly aware.” Rylen rested his hand on the grip of his gun. “There was no way we could bypass this, with how hastily your kind mobilized…” Rylen paused, knocking on the top of his head. “That was rude, sorry. I’m not sure how to address you. Clearly, you’re a distinguished man living amongst dragons. However, with dragons on the brink of extinction, I can simply presume you’re one of the Elder ones? I know shape-shifting wasn’t very frequent amongst those who weren’t of Elder status.”
“Nu-uh.” A relaxed smile spread across his face. The braids on his head swayed as he motioned his hands forward and back. “We both have secrets to withhold. I can identify by your ether that you’ve been around what I’m seeking. But I think that I have more to get from you. In which case, I propose a transaction.”
“Not an Elder, huh? That complicates matters, but now you’ve got me excited!” Stars glistened in Rylen’s eyes as he leaned forward. “No need to explain further. I accept your trade with the request you tell me what you are!”
“Now I’m coming to regret us meeting like this. If I had the decision after winning, I’d spare you. But all in my way must die until my lord says otherwise.” The nodachi on his back crashed onto the ground as he slid the black blade inches out of its sheath. “However, their goals will not stop me keep me from a thrilling battle! Survive Elf, and you’ll get your answers. All I request from you is a respectable battle.”
Rylen pointed one of his pistols and kept his eyes on the man. He dug his empty hand into his pocket, clutching the transparent pellet in his palm. “I’m game! Want to settle any ground rules? No transformations? No shocking tricks like fireballs dropping from the sky?”
“What you see in front of you is what you will get, Elf. Trickery in combat is a deliberate form of disrespect that I cannot forgive. Should you choose to take this route…” He rested his hand on the handle of his weapon. “I’ll bury you in the soil like the mole you’d be.”
Screeches pierced Rylen’s ears. The man unsheathing his blade partly from its sheath. As the screeching ceased, the man lunged forward. Rylen watched as the uncovered blade closed in on his neck, cognizant that evading backward would still end with him getting smashed by the colossal weapon. He’s lively! Rylen pulled the trigger, the pellet in his gun flying for the man’s head. A slight bend of his opponent’s neck evaded the shot, the blade still heading for Rylen. A wind tunnel of ether seized the pellet, swerving it around to clash with the sheathed end of the nodachi, and deflected the attack. Hastily, Rylen tossed his gun into the air and reached into his pocket, driving several pellets into his mouth. He kicked the man in the abdomen and boosted himself into the air to catch the pistol, before he fired, spat another pellet into the chamber and fired again. His opponent twirled with the momentum from the deflection, using it to swing the blade in front of himself and intercept both pellets.
“A cleaver maneuver. Had you not deflected my blade, we’d both be seriously injured.” The man said, stretching his neck and arms.
“From my perspective, combat is a battle of vitality. ‘How long can you last without getting hit?’ That is the mentality of someone who prefers a long and healthy life.”
“Agreed. Battle is everlasting, and thus a warrior’s endurance must be just as sturdy. It can be years or months, days or hours. The anticipation of death being a breath away makes me feel truly alive.” His blade suddenly erupted into a dark flame. Covering the sheathe. “Finally, I can cut loose after so long! And you, my deserving foe, will be the first to experience my strength under my new title! Naago, the Wings of the Dragon!” Naago darted at Rylen with an overhead swing.
With a sidestep, Rylen narrowly dodged the attack, catching a flare of ether around the blade. He skipped back, giving up the chance for an open shot, his attention locked onto the violet fire that settled now that he’d stepped away. Intriguing. This may be my sole chance for a stable energy. I have to keep him swinging.
Naago’s next attack was a precise slash that would have taken Rylen’s head had he not ducked under, leading him to tip the blade into the ground and propel himself over it. He saw the shine of Rylen’s pistol barrel, causing him to reach behind his back and expose a blade of violet flame. The pellets clanged out, Naago using the dark blade to consume them. Naago touched the ground in front of Rylen, dispelling the dark blade and grabbing onto his gigantic weapon. With every swing of the nodachi, Naago’s sword screeched. Naago’s range of engagement increased with every attack as the sword’s sheath extended further and Naago’s ferocity increased.
I need him to reveal that darkness again. Rylen shot left, spat another pellet, then shot right. The wind tunnels capturing each pellet, sending one to the side and another in the air.
Naago swung a horizontal slash before twisting into a vertical slice, disrupting the wind tunnels. Naago paused, realizing Rylen had vanished, feeling a pressure against his temple. “Don’t think you’ve won!” The sheath erupted in a violet blaze. its outburst snatching Rylen’s attention. Naago twisted his body, stretching the violet ether in a circle around him, leading Rylen to slip away to a distance.
Rylen rolled the transparent pellet from his palm and snatched it between his thumb and index finger. “It’s now or never.” Rylen drew a deep breath. “I didn’t think you’d keep me on my toes like this! I’m thinking I should’ve taken a nap today!”
The violet ether formed a haze around Naago. “Hah, admit that I have you cornered!”
“You’re gonna have to make me do that.”
With both hands gripped on his weapon, Naago pulled back for a swing. The blade gathered the mist, radiating the uncovered portion of the weapon. Naago followed through with a heavy stroke, summoning a black wave of fire, drifting through the air toward Rylen.
That’s it! With a sleight of hand, Rylen slotted the pellet into his gun, a violet energy shrouding it and altering its color, then fired it into the wave. The gun recoiled, bursting apart in his hand, leaving Rylen in shock. The projectiles crashed, persisting in the air before them momentarily before being assimilated into the pellet, then collapsed to the ground. Rylen’s head bobbled to the pellet, and back to Naago, who was now bent on his knees. Suddenly, a violet pillar burst into the air over Morath. Its presence causing tremors in the ground, followed by terrible howls in the air.
“Wanna call this one a tie?” Rylen asked as he gawked at the pillar.
A cry reverberated through the skies, widening Naago’s eyes. He pressed his sword back into its sheath and wandered away towards the pillar.
“Where are you going?” Rylen asked. “Is it a tie? Can I still know what you are?”
“They have summoned me. We will have to carry out our duel another time. Besides, finishing you here would mean there’s one less capable foe in the world. Should we meet again, I look forward to a battle at your strongest.” Naago drifted into the city, disappearing as he turned the corner.
As Naago left, Rylen quizzically investigated the pellet. Its glow, radiating. The pellet itself, quivering. “Incredible.” His awe ended, a ringing in his ear restoring him to reality. “Go ahead… The people turned… into Wyvern?! Alright, I’m heading back. By the way, Leora. That plan of yours I found something to make it a sure shot. A catalyst to take the place of the broken piece of Ygg.”