Chapter Two
Trail of Broken Hearts
"Are you sure about this?", asked Lita.
"I'm sure. Once I'm back in my Drowned form, I can try to get the Doom to fight by our side."
"Good luck, Ophelia", said Lita.
Ophelia jumped, landing in the Sea of Black Tears with a splash…
Drowned Ophelia crawled onto the shore.
Gravediggers gathered around in awe.
"Ophelia! You have returned to us!"
"Yes. And there is a new threat to the Doom. They call themselves Demonslayers. They are white-armored soldiers that attacked Ironheade the other day in vast numbers. The Ironheade general, Eddie Riggs, was left in a state near death. If we do not act soon, the Doom will be next."
"How horrible!", said a Bride.
"This is why I am sorry to say… we must ally ourselves with Ironheade for the time being."
"Those jocks?"
"Yes, but with the combined power of shadow and flame, the Demonslayers will be no more."
"She's right", said a phantom organist, "As much as I hate to admit it, Ophelia is right. If these Demonslayers took out the general of Ironheade…"
"…", came the sibilant whisper of a Dirgible's undead pilot.
"It's settled", said Ophelia, "We are allies."
Hiding in the shadows, Lita headed back toward Bladehenge to tell Ironheade the good news.