The fellowship was rowing in the misty lake with no clear sight in front. They went and went until a small light appeared at the end of the haze. They knew they had reached the village of Kru. When they finally reached the shore, it was like no soul ever passed this land. The grass was burnt, no animals or insects were heard and the only sound heard was the wind flowing from the far north. They walked across the village processing the horror that haunts this place but it is not a typical scare such as a monster or a gruesome sight but a more subtle one, like you could sense that something is wrong. The villagers just looked at them with disgust like they stained their village with their presence. “It’s rather unnerving, is it not?” asked Jareth. “Indeed it is, but do not let that break your spiri-” . Before Milos could finish his sentence a loud bang was heard. “Champions from Fjondari, I welcome you to our Kru, our homeland, our mother!” loudly said some unknown resident. In the exact moment they all froze, knowing that something bad is about to come crashing their way. “Forgive my people for such unhospitality and mockery. They mean no harm, it's just.. You are vermin, and we don't like vermin. But I decided to overlook our differences so we can come together and defeat our one true enemy.” said the resident. “Which is?” asked Jon. “Glad you asked sir..?” asked the resident. “Jonathan.. Jonathan McCarthy!” yelled Jon so that they all could hear him. “I see. A royal one and of Klistorm, none else. Well I like you Jon. Can I call you Jon? No matter. Yes, the true enemy. I am of course talking about the king Sentras and the king only! I just now realized I haven’t introduced myself. Apologizes gentlemen. My name is Crimson Conan, the ratcatcher as some might call me.” said Crimson. “You are the sir Crimson Conan? The steelbreaker? The-the lion of the Night?” asked Drevid in disbelief. “Who?” asked Jareth. “Brother are you mad? This is a living legend in front of us! He is one of the four knights of the king Fjond. The ORIGINAL KING FJOND.” said Drevid. “Wait but how is he a-?” “Simple, I am a vampire. That is of no matter. Right now I'm standing right here in front of you to offer you a solution to your problems, and that is Armageddon.” said Crim. “Sorry what?” asked Milos. “It’s a spell of the highest degree of sorcery. I spent 300 years learning it. It is a spell that can put the entire world to a state of nothingness. Not in a literal sense but more like, everyone and everything you see and know will stop. It is truly a complex and marvelous thing. It is said that when God was making the world, he intentionally dropped his holy powers to certain people who he believed will save humanity, and it looks like I was chosen. With this power I can make everyone sleep in a certain sense. Only I and a few chosen people will walk on this earth but even I don’t know how. This thing is so powerful that you can’t even imagine the effect it can have, but there is a catch. I need a huge amount of energy and by myself I cannot create such so that is why Im seeking for your help. God told me by your coming the spell can be cast upon the whole world.” said Crim. “Wait. You want us to help you to kill us all? You want to stop this whole cycle?” asked Milos. “Yes. I am the god chosen whose role is to get rid of consciousness. I will stop you all and no violence could be done, that is the answer.” said Crim. The fellowship looked at each other because they knew this wasn’t the answer.Deep in their hearts they knew the finish line wasn't that close so they refused. “I see… Well then. Get out of my way!!” commanded Crim. “I’m sorry sir Conan but we just can’t do that. We can’t let you destroy it. You just won’t have it!” said Jon. A big silence appeared. Even the wind stopped blowing. The only thing you could hear was the breathing of every person that was standing there. As the pressure rose, so did the heaviness of their breaths. Just a moment before the fight, sir Crimson Conan let out a small tear and mumbled “God, forgive them.”

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