After Karl had told Jack and Annette about his immortality the three traveled in silence the remainder of their journey. It wasn't that neither of them didn't have questions, it's just that Karl wouldn't answer any of Annette's and Jack thought the old man was crazy. They finally came to what looked like an ancient stone circle on the ground.

"What is that?" Annette asked while Jack just stared at the circle, slightly amazed.

"You found a Cullis Gate?" he asked kneeling next to the ancient stone.

"What's a Cullis Gate?" Annette asked, noticing several runic symbols written all over the stone. Both Jack and Karl gave her a curious look before Karl cleared his throat.

"A Cullis Gate is a magical relic that the heroes of the Old Kingdom used to travel vast distances instantly." Karl explained. "Only a few remain active today. Now step into the circle you two."

"Where does it lead?" Jack asked warily as Annette obediently stepped on the stone. As soon as her feet touched the stone, the symbols began glowing with faint blue light.

"To your destiny." Karl replied with a cryptic smile.

"You know the last person who told me that, tried to kill me five seconds later." Jack said pointedly. But just the same the assassin stepped onto the stone circle. The faint blue glow darkened to a deep violet as Jack stood next to Annette.

Karl held out his hand as faint blue lines began to glow on his exposed skin. Suddenly the faint blue lines flared brightly as a bolt of lightning erupted from his palm into the Cullis Gate. The two felt a strange tickling feeling as they began fade.

"Auntie Theresa will explain everything." Karl whispered as the two in the circle disappeared. "Hopefully you two will come to understand before it's too late.

"Alright my friends you all know what we must do." The old man began. "First Phillip will go on a killing spree claiming to have been sent by Reaver. Eventually our King Logan will have no choice but to deal with him." Phillip grinned as he imagined all the people he would murder,

"That's when our dear little Lucy will present herself to the King and offer to take care of him. Lucy will temporarily 'kill' Phillip with one of her neurotoxins. Later she'll offer to go to bloodstone in order to take care of Reaver." Lucy shot a quick glance at Phillip, as if trying to decide whether or not she should really kill him.

"Vincent will travel to Bloodstone with Lucy and together they will eliminate Reaver. Doing so will destroy what little law and order there is in that pitiful excuse of a city." Vincent grinned widely at the prospect of going up against the greatest shooter Albion had ever seen. "After a few weeks of total anarchy, that's when I arrive, with Quinn and Murray as my protectors and trainers, arrive and we recruit those whom wish for a better life. Once we train them into the perfect fighting force, we will present ourselves to King Logan. And offer to serve as his bodyguards, in doing so we'll insure that the Cult of Blades is unable to go through with their plans. Any questions?"

"Just two." Quinn declared, "First off instead of going through all this crap, why don't we just find the cult and kill them?"

"Nobody knows where the cult is." The old man explained, "They've remained underground for years. Now what's your second question?"

"What the hell's your name?"

The old man's eyes widened a bit at the simple question before he just smiled, "My name's Cralweg. If that's all then let's get on the move."

The five assassins all turned to leave, Phillip was the last one in the line. Cralweg placed his withered hand on the crazed killer's shoulder.

"I have a gift for you my murderous friend."

When Jack and Annette rematerialized, the fell to their knees, Annette vomited, while Jack almost coughed out a lung.

"Well that was fun." Annette groaned as she wiped some excess vomit from her mouth.

Jack remained silent as he looked around their new surroundings. They were in some type of large structure. Looking up Jack saw that the building went up for what seemed like forever. The entirety of the structure was made from some strange black stone. Curious Jack walked over to the wall and laid his hand on it. He almost recoiled from how cold the stone was. "Where the hell are we?" he asked no one in particular.

"The Tattered Spire." Voice responded from behind them. Jack and Annette spun around to see an older woman dressed in a white and red robe. A hood concealed the top half of her face, and the lower half wore a small smirk of a smile.

"And who are you?" Annette asked the woman, curious where she came from.

"I am Theresa, the keeper of the Spire." She answered with a dismissive wave of her hand. "And you are Annette of the Gypsy Camp and Jack the Ripper."

"How do you know who we are?" Jack asked, as his hand inched towards his throwing knife.

"Karl told me all about you Annette, sweet innocent girl. Always dreaming of a life of adventure." Theresa commented, making no sign that she saw Jack reach for his weapon. "And as for you Jack, I've been watching you for years with the help of the Spire. A high profile assassin who takes on the most dangerous of contracts, known and feared throughout Albion as the dreaded Jack the Ripper."

"That doesn't prove that you've been watching me for years." Jack said, "You could've learned all of that at any pub in the kingdom."

"True," Theresa admitted, "Then how about I tell you things that would never be known in a pub. Like how your first kill was your abusive, alcoholic father, or how before you left your home in Bloodstone your sister often made attempts to sleep with you. What bout your older brother who tries to kill you every time your paths cross."

Jack stared open mouthed as Theresa uttered things that he'd only ever told one person, and he knew Dante knew better than to go flapping his gums. How the hell did she know these things? Jack shot a sideways glance at Annette. The girl had a look of horror, disgust and pity, on her face.

"And do I need to mention how your Mother…" Theresa started.

"Stop, I get it. You know everything about me." Jack said quickly cutting her off. "Now what are we doing here?"

"I have brought you two here to save Albion." Theresa stated.

"Save Albion?" Annette repeated, "What do you think we are, heroes?"

"No child, just you." Theresa said looking straight at Annette.

"What?" the young gypsy asked her hand slowly creeping towards her heart. Jack's eyes widened slightly as he looked the girl up and down. "I can't possibly be a hero, I'm just a girl from Bower Lake. There must be some misunderstanding."

"There is no misunderstanding Annette." Theresa stated as she took rather graceful strides over to Annette, "You are a hero and it is part of your destiny to save Albion."

'The girl's a hero?' Jack asked himself, 'Well that would explain the power I felt in her earlier.' Then another thought hit him. "You said both of us were here to save Albion. Does that make me a hero too?"

"No Jack." Theresa answered almost immediately, "You are many things, but a hero isn't one of them. You are something else entirely, something whose nature is unknown, even me."

Jack smirked, "Story of my life."

Karl returned to the gypsy camp while Jack and Annette were in the Spire with Theresa. Once his aunt was finished with them, she would send them back here, until then he had but to wait.

While he waited, the immortal became aware of someone approaching the camp, someone with a dark and evil presence.

"Well looks like I'll have something to keep myself occupied while I wait." Karl said, as Phillip strolled into the camp. Karl's will markings started to glow as he turned to face the psychopath.