Everyone was getting ready, they had moved under the cover of night of the the course of weeks to get to the base of the Everred Mountains in secret. Finally everyone had arrived, including Elise, who was woken early because they needed every last body available. She didn't have to fight hibernation here. The endless fire and lava made sure of that.
Everyone was getting into whatever armor they had. It ranged from layers of overlapping hardened steel, to soft leather. Anyone who could hold a weapon did.
As the one who was supposedly fated to save the world, Jack was given one of the steel sets of armor.
He didn't want to take a weapon though, he believed his wand would be enough, he wanted someone else to take a weapon.
However, the Emboar insisted, and forcefully gave Jack a medium length one handed sword. 'Just in case.'
Finally everyone said they were ready. The Lucario, dressed in chain mail but carrying no weapon, laid down a map of the mountains.
'So what are we up against?'
'If my source is correct, the place is a foretress. Only one way in or out. That spot is heavily guarded by Bug Types, Jack will lead the assault on that part due to his Fire Typing. Just after that is a set of twisting and turning caverns, our forces will have to split up or we may lose whatever surprise we manage to achieve. My source was unable to find any guards in this area, but I want everyone to be ready if they were wrong. Whichever way leads to the inner chambers, that group will have to battle their way through Fighting Types and an Elite Guard of Fairy Types before they reach the Throne Room. This is where our target is. Find him, and kill him. Understood?'
Everyone nods.
*Flap flap flap*
A Pelipper flies overhead and drops a letter.
The Lucario grabs it and reads it.
'No time for questions. My source says that the search party will be returning here in less than 2 hours. We have to make our move now. Good luck everyone, I have a feeling this may be our last encounter.'
Everyone turned to their closest friends or family and said their, hopefully not final goodbyes.
'Alright Jack, lead us to victory.'
Jack calmly faced the volcanoes.
'No turning back now. Let's kill this son of a bitch.'
With that, Jack took off running, a swarm of over 100 Dark Types and Sympathizers following just behind him.
"This is it Jack, your final mission. Once you do this, your job here will be complete."
