Zasalamel frowned, his dark skin taught and grim, his golden eye shone brightly while his second, normal eye stared blankly, "Something is wrong." he said simply. The group gathered around him looked up, their white robes quivering in the slight breeze of the large open workshop. The robes were of simple whit cloth, with an eye emblazoned on the back in gold. "The two swords are coming yet again, but something else is coming with them." Zasalamel stated, his voice was deep and commanding and the group of acolytes listened intently. "We must go, things are happening that should not be." he said as he lifted his scythe and left the workshop, his white robed acolytes following closely as the man with the scythe led them towards their destination.
Nightmare sat on his throne, slumped over to one side, his body seemed to flicker and pieces of his armor fell to the floor, only to rise weakly and reattach themselves to the figure, "Need...more...souls..." Nightmare muttered as he weakly stood to his feet, taking the rusty iron paddle in his hands, the four foot blunt blade coated in brown rust and a few bugs that had made their home there. Nightmare began slowly walking to the door, his weapon dragging along the stone, creating a terrible screeching sound.
Siegfreid could sense the evil of Soul Edge awakening, Nightmare was on the move. Siegfreid looked down at his hand, the hand that had once been a twisted representation of his curse, "I may have been forgiven, but I still seek my own redemption." he muttered, hefting his blade, Requiem and walking slowly through the forest, his armor moving soundlessly, glinting in the light sunlight that pierced through the leaves. His forest green cloak gathered around him, his blond hair fluttering in the slight breeze. The scar on the right side of his face still pained him slightly, and it was still plainly visible to all.
Ivy awoke from her light sleep, her sword was writhing and twisting, "What is it? Is it happening?" she asked in her deep, strong voice. Her white hair fluttered as her sword whipped wildly from side to side before finally reforming into a single blade and staying still. Ivy sighed, "I suppose it is time once more." she said simply. Ivy walked about her mansion, gathering a few supplies she would need for her travels and setting off, the sun high in the sky reflected off her shining silver sword and her pearl white hair. Ivy walked out into the world that she had once thought had abandoned her, but now she was ready to defend it, even if it shunned her.
Cervantes De Leon stumbled into the town, leaning heavily on his cursed longsword, he looked at the small child before him and grinned wickedly, "Fresh souls." the undead pirate muttered as he lifted his gunsword and brought the blade crashing down on the child's head, the blade cleaving through flesh and bone to stick in the boys breast. Cervantes shuddered as the boy's innocent soul flowed into him, strengthening him as Cervantes stood a bit straighter, and moved a bit smoother, "Now for the feast." he said evilly, heading into the town, his wild white mane flowing about his head as his cape soared out behind him, caught up in an evil wind.