A/N: This took such a long time, I'm sincerely sorry.

Sky had heard about the Dead army before, but he had never met any of its members, much less its Commander. Sky extended his hand, giving the lanky boy a handshake.

"Sky, Ex-Commander of Sky army," he introduced himself bitterly.

"Pleasure to meet you," Ty said, proceeding to laugh afterwards.

"What's so funny?" Sky asked, leaning onto his pickaxe.

"We are," the brunet answered, "Using formalities, like that is ever gonna become a thing again," he mumbled, drawing a little skull and bones into the mine's dirty ground with his index finger.

"What do you mean?" Jerome asked. By then, all of them were sitting/standing in an awkward circle.

"Our time is gone. Our ruling ended." Ty said, looking at the ground. "We are no longer the Kings of this land."

Sky exchanged looks with the others.

"Bullshit," Seto said openly, surprising everyone, "We'll get out land back," he said reassuringly, offering others a small smile.

Such bold words weren't too common with Seto, so that's why they made everyone stare at the young mage.

They all grinned, except for Ty, who stared at them blankly, trying to understand what they were laughing about.

They were interrupted by the Warden, who - somehow - managed to sneak up to them. How they didn't notice the awful smell was beyond them, but they couldn't dwell on it as they were getting yelled at, the Warden's cold, dead voice rising in pitch.

He pointed back at the mineshaft entrance, sending them up with a glare. They all went more than willingly, but the zombie's half-rotten hand reached out and grasped the back of Ty's shirt.

"You'll come with me," the Warden mumbled, gripping the stained, white shirt and pulling him upstairs himself.

"Where's Ty?" Sky asked when they were back in their cells, talking to Jerome through the crack in the wall.

"The Warden took him somewhere," Jerome said.

There was a creaking of the iron bars as the door on the cell on the left of Sky opened. They both piped up.

That cell wasn't used mist of the time; it was an extra reinforced cell. Only the biggest rebels got thrown there.

Sky wondered who was the poor soul stuck there tonight as the Warden passed his door, the whiff of rotten smell passing by, making his stomach flip. He would've thought he'd get used to the disgusting smell, but he didn't.

"You okay?" Jerome asked him as he tried to keep his bile down.

"Yeah…" he mumbled, falling onto his bed with a sigh. His tired body yearned for some rest, and he decided he could as well get it.

He was startled awake by a sudden yell.

It came from the cell on the left. It was short and loud, full of sudden pain.

Almost unrecognisable under the layers of pain was Ty's voice, twisted and deformed.

Sky shot up on his hard mattress. As sudden as the shout started, it ended.

"Ty!" he cried out. "Are you okay?!"

From behind the stone wall, Ty's small, feeble voice answered. "It's okay."