Naraku prepared to strike what would be the final blow; Sango and Miroku lay broken and bleeding upon the ground as their hands parting for the last time. Nearby Inu Yasha's shattered body lay blood stained upon the ground, Tetsaga's mighty blade jutting out from his chest, while Kisturi and Shippo hid terrified in the bushes. Then Kagomé rose from the ground, clutching her broken arm.

"You will not harm them!"

"What do you think, young miko, will stop me?"

Then from the forest stepped a mighty warrior clothed in full samurai armor.

"I will half-breed."

"Sesshomaru the sword has changed you, made you soft."

"I have changed but naught you filthy half-breed. Now step away from my brother, or die filth."

"But Sesshomaru is not your dream to see your half-breed brother dead."

"Yes but it is not this day and when that day does come it is I who will have the honor of killing him, but not this day."

"I beg to differ!" Naruku cried as he struck his final blow but before that fateful strike hit there was a blinding flash of light and when Naraku's vision returned his foes were not but stone.

For countless millennia the statues were revered as sacred artifacts but during the 40th millenium five of the statues were stolen by raiders and found their final home in the eye of terror and there they slept for another thousand years. But their sleep would soon end and their lives change like all things do within the twisted energy of the eye of terror. And in the grim darkness of the future there is only war.