"Seems we are at a disagreement, yes?" The purple haired woman scoffed, standing on a balcony of twisting marble. Standing next to her, another woman, dressed in purple clothing, her tall witch hat unmistakable to those who knew her. "You've no grounds, Ruin, she left me in charge!" She angrily replied. "Do you really believe waking your sleeping demigod is going to give us that extra bit of power?" Ruin asked. "I should have you banished!" The other woman shouted.

Ruin turned, staring at the sorceress known as Zion, the high priestess of the Dark Chaos Order, a little known and powerful following of wizards and sorcerers. Ruin rolled her eyes and looked back out of the lofty balcony and said, "We've had these quarrels before, I have no interest in starting another." Zion replied coldly, "Then I shall receive no trouble from you." She started for a door to her right. Ruin called after her. "You will need my help, and if you want it, you will give me respect."

Zion stopped, her body tensing up. "Listen Ruin, I hate you, and I know you hate me. We've agreed on this, however, we will not get anywhere if you continue your petty squabbles with me. You are right, I do need your help, but that does not give you the right to think your are higher than me. I will say this one last time, I shall put aside my disgust for you, as long as you do so also." Ruin narrowed her white colored eyes and said, "Very well, what is it you want of me?"

Below, staring up at the open balcony on the tall main tower of Halamis's stronghold, the warriors of their order watched. Numbering in the thousands, they stood like statues, their armor purple and black, their bodies garnered of dark chaos, brought forth from the void by Zion and Ruin, as well as by other magic welders that dwelled in the towers.

Zion returned to the balcony, looking down at her soldiers, she said, "We've only a few spirit warriors. Go to Darshia and tell her this is not enough, you must combine yours with hers to create more. Create the Dijoins as well as the Centabras. Call forth the Chaos Demons. I will go to Halamis's tomb and I will revive her." She looked at Ruin, who was staring at her. "Do you got that?" Ruin slowly nodded her head.

Above, the black storm clouds twisted, purple lightning flashing out, striking the tower tops, giving them endless amounts of energy. A great dragon descended from the storm's interior, its skin purple, its horns and claws black. It held a giant shield in one hand, a sword in the other. Argoth the Dragon had come, called forth from its long slumber to protect its master and mother, Halamis. He was only a taste of the warriors the Dark Chaos Order would unleash.