They say that when times change, it's a great thing, for none can miss the vents that occur. Truth be told only a few people are even so much as capable of noticing the events at all, for it is not one or several big events, but a gathering if multiple small things, happening around something big.

(Mordred)

The sound of footsteps could be heard for miles, from every directing they marched only stopping when they reached their destination, soon the smells of the various meals began to spread through the forest and as one would expect, the creatures of the forest desired the Mel for themselves.

Unfortunately for them, the Adventurers would kill them, long before any creature could so much as eat anything, already the forest floor was stained with blood and it was only due to the fact, that there were so many corpses laying about, that any creature managed to escape at all.

A clear line had been formed, take the dead and leave was the message sent to all, altho no one ever spoke it.

Mordred watched from afar, using her dragons core to strengthen her vision, besides her Lancelot stood, quietly observing.

"So it's true" Lancelot said.

"What?" Mordred asked, however, her question was more of a demand than a question.

"You've bonded and the one you have bonded to, is someone impossible for you to be with. I swear, you're just like your father." Lancelot said before jumping back, in order to dodge Mordred's fist.

Mordred looked at Lancelot, but for some reason, her instincts didn't act like they should have, instead, her body did react but her heart was accelerated unesesarely. Mordred couldn't help but shake, it was a mixture of fear and embarrassment.

"How? How did you know?" Mordred asked Lancelot

"You may always have your helmet on, but you still turn your head in order to look at the king, like a lost child, calling to its mother." Lancelot answered Mordred, an uncomfortable silence began to set in.

"As for your second question, your smell. You smell so strongly of female hormones, that even the nearby animals are starting to pick up on them. Like it or not, but it's only because of your power and your power alone, that you haven't been attacked" Lancelot answered Mordred.

Mordred stood motionless digesting Lancelot's words, her white armor covered her from head to toe and her helmet couldn't be removed by anyone else but her, all of this convinced made many think of her as if she was just another man.

Yet if what the man in front of her said was true, any attempt to keep up her charade was meaningless, her nature had begun to work against her.

So slowly Mordred reached for her helmet and took it off, for the first time allowing herself to be seen by anyone, while she was still wearing her white armor.

Lancelot stood silently taking in the sight before him, before smiling. "You look like a younger wielder version of your father" he said before exhaling.

"Can you at least tell me how you bonded with him?" Lancelot asked Mordred, there was no point in hiding anything so Mordred told Lancelot everything.

She told him about them drinking and eating together, the children competitions that they would have and the fights that would break out between them and she also told him about her red armor, the one that showed to everyone that she was indeed a woman.

Lancelot simply stared at Mordred before pulling her towards him and giving her a right hug, their armors letting off a slight sound of metal hitting metal.

Mordred quickly pushed Lancelot away and she was about to draw her sword, when she noticed the mans worried expression that somehow looked at her with pity.

"What!?" Mordred demanded.

Your smiling and laughing even now, while you have your hands on your swords handle, your smiling. Do you know that there is a chance that you will have to kill him, never once have you ever done any of those things with any of us, you have always stayed away and now that you open up to someone, its someone that will undoubtedly hurt you.

The sounds of twigs shaping made them turn and see more and more adventurers gathering, something big was about to happen and the king needed to know about it.

(Army)

It was like a timer had been set, no a timer had been set, the guilds were gathering their people and the teams were arming themselves, the only thing they were waiting for was one word, just one word from the scouts for them all to move.

The Army at one point was the line that kept the lower floors safe and did the most to pass every floor, now they had other problems, to deal with.

Ruling over people and keeping your lands both within and out of their borders was an issue, so many rats wanted in, not all of the Human. For the first time in years the army found itself on the losing side, hundreds of miniature had begun to move towards the lower floors, as if sensing their weakness.

So like the defenders they were, the guild fought this new threat, at first it went well, they were cutting down miniature by the dozens, but the enemies numbers alone were simply overwhelming.

So slowly they were being pushed back, soon they all found themselves concentrating on their weapons and a change began to occur, slowly their hammer-swords-spears-guns-arrows all began to glow, it was as if the weapons themselves, had been given new life.

The fighting went on, until every healing potion, every special crystal was completely used up and for the first time in years, the Army stood alone, in a field of corpses and blood the Army stood as one.

Unbeknownst to them a man dressed in black watched from afar, his skull-shaped mask hid his face from the world, he watched only for few seconds more, before vanishing in a puff of smoke.