Chapter 53: Dimensional Links

All seemed calm in the eastern outskirts of the city of Planeptune, yet if anyone was there they would have said that it was too suspicious. No sounds could be heard for miles upon miles in the bright, green landscape, no birds or humans or even monsters could be detected. The darkness of the early morning covered all. Yet despite this odd and deathly atmosphere there was one lonely figure standing atop a small grassy knoll, his hood obscuring most of his face and his cloak hung down his back, his chainmail and steel plated armour was dim in the darkness. The solitary man raised his armoured left hand near his chest and dark blue energy began to flow from the palm, it spiralled around for several seconds before turning into a small window through time and space. The dark blue window fizzled for a moment before a face appeared, it was that of a woman with dark blue hair, fair skin and dark purple eyes.

"About time you gave me a report," the woman said, her voice dripping with annoyance. "Where have you been?"

"I thought you knew. The Heart Dimension sees all, does it not, Kurome?" the armoured man retorted with a smug expression.

"Enough of this cheeky banter. What are you doing? Are you aware that the Legion is preparing for war and they need you for leadership?"

"I am well aware, I gave the order myself. It is that time of year again, when nightmares plague the dreams of people throughout every single dimension and when the links between these dimensions are weak. It is then that the Legion musters together, to make war on another world, on another dimension, and feast upon the very elements until nothing is left."

"Regardless, what are you doing? You should be preparing for invasion."

The armoured man grinned malevolently, his eyes glowing dark blue. "I want to try something, an experiment. I want to see how long a CPU from another dimension can last without her country, and vice versa with said country. I'm going to close the dimensional portal that links this dimension to its counterpart."

Kurome sighed and shook her head, she knew all too well about the man's lust for chaos. "Seriously? You're going to march in there looking like that?"

"Hmm, good point." The armoured man then began to glow dark blue on several parts of his armour, a steel helmet with three pointed edges – two poking downwards from his cheeks and the third poking upwards – and a skull as a faceplate appeared around his head, bone plate rivets materialised across his armoured body as well as two, sharp bone fragments coming out of the armoured gauntlets over his knuckles on each hand. He grinned and chuckled as he looked back at the image of Kurome. "I'll be making a scene while looking like this. Don't worry, I'll try to leave as many people alive as I possibly can, if they don't cross paths with me that is."

Once again Kurome shook her head and face palmed. "Why did I ever agree to us being allies?"

"Because you need me, that Agandur person is a complete failure and I intend to prove it someday. He's no Dark Lord, he is just a failure of a human, a Lesser Ancient at that, an utter waste of space!"

The Dark CPU glared viciously at the almost psychotic man, her teeth were showing as a snarl escaped her throat. "Shut your mouth. Agandur may have failed me when I sent him to travel the dimensions to find that Ancient survivor but he is the only person I had who I considered family, you should know better. After all, what would your race say about you if they saw you now."

The man sighed deeply and glared back at Kurome. "Does it matter? They are all dead."

"No, you are not alone."

The man raised an eyebrow before chuckling. "Sure, whatever, just let me conduct my experiment first before I lead the invasion to finish off what your boyfriend started and failed to complete."

Kurome blushed madly and began to stutter, she had quickly lost her composure and became a stammering wreck. "Wh-Wh-Wh-What?! I-I-It's nothing like that!"

"Says you. Anyway, I've got a portal to dismantle, I guess I'll be hearing from you later after I finish off what Agandur failed to do. Remember, once that is over and dusted I want my sword back, you sworethat you would give it me and I aim to make you keep that oath." With that the heavily armoured man closed the link and the energy re-entered his body, but his eyes remained a flaring dark blue. With a wicked grin he marched forward discretely into Planeptune city, avoiding the eyes of anyone who happened to be out and about by travelling via rooftop, despite the weight of the steel, chainmail and bone armour he appeared to be very flexible as he climbed atop an electrical post before running on the wires like a ninja.

Jumping from wire to wire, roof to roof and pole to pole, the man made his way to the Planeptune Basilicom as stealthy as possible. No one saw him, but if anyone were to see the strange man then they would be killed by him. Even as he wandered pass and over the various buildings and homes of the people all plant life would whither away into nothing. Finally, after a while of evading the eyes of others, the man had arrived outside the Basilicom. "Heh, I doubt they would just let me in on a whim, therefore I better do it myself," the man mumbled to himself as he walked up to the doors.

The armoured man placed his left hand over the closed door and a mist of dark blue energy flowed out of the palm, the door was covered in the peculiar energy as the man channelled his destructive power through the obstacle; it never occurred to him to just open the door though. The door began to crack apart until it burst forth into the Basilicom, it was sent flying down the hallway and crashed into the wall. A few guards were nearby and rushed over to the scene only to see the armoured man stroll in as if he owned the place, those guards who had survived the encounter with Lothar and Kharzark all that time ago when the name of Shadow Walker was yet to be heard noticed how similar the situation was, so the did the only thing they thought was best course of action to do: avoid battle and watch the intruder from a safe distance. The armoured man noticed this and sighed, shaking his head at the apparent cowardice of the Planeptunian Basilicom guards.

"Come on now, at least give me a challenge, you pansies," the man taunted, causing a few of the hiding guards to mumble in dissatisfaction. "What's that? I can't hear you. Pfft, bastards, I hoped that they would prove at least a fun game to me, guess that's out of the window."

In utter disappointment the armoured man walked up to the elevator and peered at it quizzically, he had never seen anything like it before. Nonetheless he stepped inside and began to press buttons at random, to his shock the elevator – though he did not know that it was called that – moved him up a few levels, his curiosity had now been piqued completely. Instead of trying to find the portal between the Hyperdimension and the Ultradimension or attempting to go and find any guards to kill the man spent the next ten minutes pressing buttons, each time he appeared on a different floor his mind grew excited. In all of his travels he had never come across such a contraption as this, nor would he ever he thought.

Eventually he arrived on a floor that felt odd to him, but in a good way, the entire place had the scent of something he was after, the scent of dimension magic. The portal was close, he could feel it. With a grin he surged forward in an attempt to find his target. Yet again, much to his disappointment, there was no guards around for him to fight, the armoured man sighed and shook his head as he walked down the purple coloured hallways. The man stopped in front of a large, purple door and grinned: the portal was just inside. After applying the same amount of force into the door as he did at the entrance he sent it flying of its hinges and into the portal, the solid object disappeared into the swirling, white, grey and black vortex, the dimensional portal was surrounded by several small generator that seemed to be keeping the portal open, these generators were linked to small Share Crystals – pieces of Planeptune's Sharicite. The armoured man raised an eyebrow at the set-up before shrugging.

"Meh, whatever floats their boat I guess. Still, this isn't what I expected," the man mumbled as he began to channel his energy into the palms of his hands, his body slowly became engulfed in the dark blue energy like a flickering fire from a candle in the wind. Then, after several minutes of waiting, he swung his hands into the floor, the whole room cracked apart as the dark blue energy seeped out, engulfing the room and beginning the process of destroying everything in it. The armoured man grinned malevolently and walked out of the room as it crumbled apart, the machinery exploded and caused a fiery inferno to ravage what was left of the room, the portal disintegrated into nothing in both dimensions while the Share Crystals were stolen by the armoured man when he left. As he swung out of a window and used the bone claws on his gauntlets to climb the to the top of the Basilicom – the Nep Tower – he gasped for breath before once more channelling his energy into creating a smaller portal, this one was to take him away to where he needed to be.

"The experiment has begun, pity I won't be monitoring it though. No matter, I have a war to wage." As the portal opened the man could feel the fear and hatred that swept the minds of the guards who had evaded him, this only made him chuckle in amusement. "Foolish mortals, the more they fear and hate others the more powerful Kurome becomes, even I gain power just from those emotions. Well then, just as the old saying goes: 'Let them hate me as long as they fear me'." With that the man jumped into the portal, leaving behind many questions with no real answers.


Atop a large green hill surrounded by smaller hills and the ruins of a city in the distance and a large, green fieldamidst a darkening sky were two tall and heavily armoured figures fighting one another. The tallest of the two was covered in chainmail and leather armour with a bear's skin over his back, the head being covered by the bear's head and upper jaw, a mighty two-handed steel axe was in his hands, a longsword was strapped in its sheath to the man's left waist and a long, thick brown beard flowed from his face.

His opponent was completely different. The other man was wearing a steel helmet with steel plates covering the sides, cheeks and back of the head, a plume of feathers stuck out of the top of the helmet from the very top to the bottom, various thin but very flexible steel plates covered his chest, waist and upper arms, thin chainmail covered the arms and legs with steel plates covering pieces of he legs as well. A large, oval shaped shield with an eagle painted on it and steel rims along the side and a small, round piece of metal in the centre, a short sword was in his right hand and a small dagger was strapped to his waist.

The two warriors, the bear slaying barbarian and the imperial champion, parried blow after blow, the clashing of steel against steel sent sparks flying as they both vied for dominance on the hilltop. The barbarian swung his mighty axe at the imperial champion, the blade just miss its mark as it became lodged into the grassy ground next to the imperial. The champion grinned and ran at his opponent, he shield bashed the barbarian warrior to the ground and drove his blade at the now grounded warrior beneath him, hoping to strike a killer blow. He was soon to be proven disappointed. The barbarian swiftly kicked the imperial champion aside and sent him to the ground and punched him in the face, the two warriors then swapped their weapons f or their fists, both launched blow after blow with their bloodied fists. The imperial champion started to get up and kicked his opponent in the face before retrieving his shield. His sword was knocked away as the barbarian got back onto his feet, his axe in his hands and blood flowed from his nose. Once more the two warriors stared each other down before charging and doing battle once more.

We never paid any heed to the ancient prophecies, our arrogance blinded us to the stories and perils of the past, of what our forefathers handed down to us. For hundreds of years our life became stagnate, our pride made us blind to all danger that came, when danger came our world almost fell to a darkness that would have slaughtered and enslaved us all. War. We were at war. The arrogance of our forefathers led us to believe that war was nothing more than barbarian raids, how stupid we were then.

The Great War, that is what we called the conflict that almost destroyed us. We fought for our very survival. I watched the Imperial City burn, I watched the Empire crumble into warring states, I lead the armies to fight, to regain what we had lost. Wraith, my other friends and I fought and killed for the safety of this world, and we won. But the cost was too high to count. Once the Dark Lord was gone, when the Dark Captains had disappeared and when Wraith went after them I thought that this world would be at peace, I thought us imperials and barbarians could unite in a new commonwealth, even my lazy and laid back nature was compelled to make this world a better place. I was a complete idiot. Like fools we clung to our old hatreds and fought as we had done for generations.

The barbarian continuously swung his axe at the imperial champion, his pride overtaking his senses as he felt utterly confident in killing his sword-less opponent. The imperial champion raised his shield and blocked an incoming blow, the barbarian's blade pierced through the thick, wooden shield, the deadly steel coming close to the champion's face. The two warriors struggled over the current situation, both vie to gain the upper hand as the imperial's shield was wrested away as well as the barbarian's axe, then the two went blade to blade with sword and dagger. Their ferocity was tied, it was fast becoming a stalemate. There they stood and stared each other down, sweat flowed down their faces and became mixed with their blood. Lightning erupted from the sky, thunder echoed through the ears of the two warriors, thunderstorms were occurring and swirling formations were appearing in the dark, cloudy sky. The two warriors could sense something abnormal occurring, they stopped fighting and looked up at the sky to see it raining… raining in daemon fire.

Until the day the sky rained fire, and a new enemy fell upon us, one that would destroy us and all that we held dear to our hearts. The stories that Wraith would mumble to himself were true: the Legion of the Damned had come to harvest our world.

The two warriors watched the as large, fiery boulder-like objects fell from the heavens, these objects were crashing everywhere around the imperial and the barbarian for miles and miles, each one crashed into the earth with a thundering roar. Dozens upon dozens of boulder-like objects kept falling from the sky as it reddened, as if the very sky itself was on fire. The two warriors were no longer fighting each other, instead they stood side-by-side with their weapons in their hands and awaited whatever horror was to come. Then, just as they prepared themselves, something happened. Two large fiery boulders came hurdling out of the sky and crashed in front of them, causing the imperial and the barbarian to back off slightly, the barbarian's axe raised in front of him while the imperial held his sword in his two hands in front of him.

Out of the craters that had been created by the fiery boulders rose two rock-like monstrosities, daemons over twelve feet tall, made of a rocky substance with muscles made of red, green and dark blue fire, their eyes glowed like a fire and the daemon fire within flared at all joints, when their mouths opened fire erupted and flared about. Then something else happened, a comet was falling out of the sky and was making way towards the two warriors, they looked up and saw the fiery comet heading for them, they could only wonder what it was. It crashed in front of the two daemons, then the figure emerged from the crater and, to the amazement of the barbarian and the imperial, a man covered in steel, chainmail and bone armour with a steel and bone helmet, his eyes – at first a daemon red and brown – glowed dark blue, a wicked grin on his face. He raised his right hand and pointed it at the two warriors, the daemons roared and charged, to which the imperial and the barbarian looked at each other and nodded, then they charged to their deaths.

We stand now upon the brink of destruction. Our world will burn, our people will die but we shall fight. The End Times for my world has come, I pray to the gods that you, Wraith, never have to deal with such an event in your world. Now is the time for great yet unsung deeds, now is the time to die. So say I, Uriel the Ice Emperor, ruler of the Imperial Empire – or what's left of it.


The sky was dark and alight with fire, fireballs fell from the sky, the air was filled with smoke and the earth was covered in blood. The world was blazing in daemon fire, no one could survive, all were slaughtered. Imperial, barbarian, Leonian, bandit and pirate alike stood side-by-side to fight the daemonic hordes of the Legion of the Damned, hoping that through unity they could win. They were wrong. No matter how many stood together they could never win, no matter how many the coalition would kill the daemons would just keep on coming until there was nothing left but smoke, blood and mutilated corpses. No one was safe, man, woman, child and toddler were all indiscriminately butchered, some were thrown into fire pits while still alive, others were skewered alive from bottom to top, sometimes a few would even be eaten by those daemons who craved for bloodied flesh. In this way millions were destroyed within a matter of months. And yet the sky continued to rain fire as more daemons arrived on the scene. To the amazement – or shock – of everyone the Damned Legion was led not by any sort of daemon, but by a man, a human no less. Some called him the Bone Lord due to his armour, others referred to him as the Harbinger of Doom, the Thundering Storm or Lord of the Daemons. In any case he was not to be messed with.

After a year of total destruction a small band of imperials and barbarians had banded together in the last bastion of defence against the Damned Legion, a small fortress built into the mountainside where the survivors of the apocalypse would gather to defend whatever they had left. The fortress had been built during the early years of the Empire but had been abandoned for centuries, not even the Great War had made any use of the fortress, until now that is. As the very earth was being destroyed thousands of refugees made their way to the mountainside fortress, hoping that its high, thick, stone walls would protect them from the horrors of the outside world, away from the fire, the smoke and the bloodied earth. They turned to the one man they hoped would save them: Uriel the Ice Emperor.

After the end of the Great War Uriel had resumed his rule over what was left of his empire and began to bring order to the world, but that was always interrupted during his 'break times', these breaks occurred often and resulted in Uriel usually sleeping, playing any sort of game he could get his hands on and just laid about in general like a lazy person. He was known as the Ice Emperor due to his ability to use ice magic, Wraith was the one who taught him it. Many people though that Uriel would be able to beat back the daemonic tide and restore order, he was their last hope, their last bastion. The surviving people of the world were soon to be disappointed.

The Empire crumbled more quickly than anticipated, the Imperial City – still being repaired at the time – was forever destroyed and the foundations were all but torn out, then the western countries were burnt, driving the people eastward, then the Damned Legion headed after them. City after, town after town, village after village was destroyed and all the inhabitants either dead or displaced, not even Uriel or his closest friends could save them all. Then the hammer fell. Uriel, his friends, the surviving soldiers and citizens made their way to the mountain fortress, hoping to hide there until the Damned Legion would leave, but it never happened, instead the daemons found the fortress and the Bone Lord besieged it. The final bastion of humanity was about to be put to the sword.

The mountain fortress had a large, stone wall that curved inwards one one side and a big open field behind it, a large ramp led to a heavily fortified gate, around it stood a smaller wall with small holes for archers, then there was another wall further in the fortress around the inner courtyard, further away from that was the keep. Usually everything would be quiet and life would be dull, but not this time. For the last few days the fortress had been under attack by the forces of the Damned Legion, the first day had seen the daemons driven back from the outer wall, the second day saw more casualties occur for the humans and they almost lost the gate, when the third day arrived they all knew that it would be their last. The Bone Lord had arrived, his death magic conquered all before him, with it he powered up the daemonic siege weapons and blasted a whole in the outer wall and the daemonic soldiers ran in, hoping to slaughter all they could find. But their progress would be challenged.

From atop the ruined battlements were a few hundred archers, crossbowmen and mages, their arrows, bolts and spell pierced through the hides of the daemons. They edged on by a woman with shortish blonde hair, two green eyes, a steel breastplate with steel plated arms, legs and boots, her helmet was missing, her hands were alight with holy magic, the sparkling balls of light were as bright as the sun. Her palms were pointed towards a large horde of daemons who had taken over a part of the battlements. "Heaven's Flame!" the woman shouted as the holy energy burst from her hands and engulfed the daemons, many soon became nothing more than ash, the rest were picked off by the rest of her soldiers.

As soon as that was over a man cam running up to her, breathing in and out deeply, his sword and armour covered in dark blood. The man wore the same outfit as the green eyed woman, except his had dents recently made all across it, his hair was brown with black marks while his bushy goatee was also multicoloured, his only working eye was of a dark orange colour, an eye patch covered his left eye and a scar ran down his left cheek. As he stared at his counterpart a big grin formed on his face. "Juvia, I'm on seventeen so far," he said proudly.

The woman – Juvia Red-Axe – smirked and crossed her arms. "Is that it? I'm on twenty-eight. Beat that, Lucius."

Lucius Amullius gritted his teeth and snarled. "What?! I'll have no barbarian woman outscoring me!" He then swung his short, steel sword at a nearby daemon and slashed it across its neck, the imperial then held the sword upside down and pierced the daemon's head. "There, that's eighteen, only ten more of these bastards to kill 'till I've caught up."

"By the time you have done that I would be already up to the forties."

"Like hell you will, I will never let a barbarian defeat me in a kill count game!"

As they argued away the sounds of ice shattering ran through their ears, they looked to their left and saw ice shards falling to the ground. "Looks like Uriel's ice barrier didn't do much," Juvia pointed out.

"You will address him as emperor," Lucius reminded the barbarian woman firmly. "He may be a lazy, childish, good-for-nothing at times but he is still our emperor, and you do well to remember that."

"But an emperor of what? Look around you, Lucius, we are the last humans in this gods-forsaken world, there is no Empire. This world is as good as dead."

"Then we fight to the last man, woman and child."

"Look around you, Lucius, some of these people can't even fight! Sometimes I wonder if that head of yours is even screwed on properly."

Just then a loud, thundering noise erupted nearby from two end, the first was that another part of the outer wall had been destroyed, the other was the gate being torn asunder. A soldier ran up to the two commanders, his face was covered in blood and sweat. "Generals, we've lost the outer wall, we cannot hold on any longer. What are your orders?"

Juvia and Lucius looked around them to see thousands of corpses laying across the battlefield, blood covered almost every single piece of stone and grass, yet as their forces dwindled more and more daemons surged forth for the final kill. The barbarian and the imperial looked out to see daemons covered in blood red skin and scaled armour with chains marching towards them, the daemons were about sixteen feet tall and carried huge axes, longswords and long blades coming out of their very skin around their hands, some had wings and horns as well. Lucius growled and gripped his sword tightly, Juvia was the one to issue the order.

"Soldier, gather as many as you can and head over to the keep," Juvia instructed. "Go, now."

The soldier nodded and ran back to the battlefield to do as Juvia said, Lucius looked over at his friend and appeared to be disheartened. "We're not going to win, are we?"

"Us wining? Heh, that would be a joke, we never stood a chance against these bastards in the first place. All we can do now is fall back to the keep and make our last stand there, if we are lucky enough to even get there though. I doubt Uriel is having a good time over at the gate."

Lucius was about to correct Juvia but stopped himself from doing so, she would just brush it off anyway. "So what are we going to do?" he asked her.

"Make way to the keep as soon as all out soldiers retreat, then we will wait for Uriel if he isn't already there. If he isn't then I hope that Terminus Maximus can get him back, if he isn't already dead."

As they said that more daemons smashed their way through the broken gate, slaughtering anyone in their path. No one could stand in their way, no even Emperor Uriel and his ice magic. The mildly tall, sky blue eyed man with thick, spiky black hair and scarred, steel plated armour with a ruby in the centre stood firm against all opposition, ice barriers protected those who retreated and his ice shards pierced all those who attacked him and his soldiers. But it was not enough to hold the daemons back. Uriel raised his left hand and pointed it towards a fairly large, floating daemon with horns, four eyes and dark grey skin. "Ice Shard!" Uriel shouted as a large shard of ice sprang forth from his hands and straight into the daemons head.

Next to Uriel stood one of his most accomplished commanders: Terminus Maximus, former admiral of the Imperial Navy. Now an old man he was prepared to fight and die in the defence of his friend and emperor. Terminus clashed blades with a daemonic soldier and parried the incoming blows, he then sidestepped his opponent and brought his blade through the daemon's neck, slicing his head off for good. "I'm too old for this," Terminus moaned as he wiped the dark blood off his sword.

Then came a cry from he battlements, it was full of fear. "The Bone Lord! The Bone Lord has come!" The soldier then let out a gasp and fell backwards off the battlements, landing on the ground with a sickening crunch.

Uriel and Terminus looked out the ruined gate and saw the Bone Lord marching towards them and their surviving soldiers, all could sense the deathly aura that emitted from him, in his hands he carried a two-handed sword made from the bones of an unknown creature. When the Bone Lord arrived at the gate he gazed around and grinned in his wicked way. "To think that Agandur had so much trouble with these people, what an idiot," the Bone Lord muttered to himself.

Uriel gripped his sword tightly and as ice began to form in his left hand he charged at the Bone Lord, the two clashed blade to blade, despite being covered in head to toe in chainmail, steel plated armour and bone plated armour the Bone Lord was utterly flexible with his movements, although Uriel guessed that is was because of the dark blue energy flowing around him. They both parried each other's swords and came face-to-face with each other. "Just what are you?" Uriel asked through his clenched teeth as both vied for supremacy.

"Wouldn't you like to know, eh? Call me whatever you want, I don't care," came the reply. "Though I must say, I hate speaking in this language of yours. Speaking in the Hynafol Tafod is far more better."

Before Uriel could question him any further the Bone Lord twisted his arms around and his elbow collided with the emperor's face, he then swung his bone sword around him and slashed Uriel across his right arm before stabbing him around the waist. "Tch, missed," the Bone Lord grumbled in annoyance as his opponent snarled, blood starting to flow out of his mouth.

The Bone Lord was soon forced to kick Uriel off his sword and focus on Terminus, the old admiral had come to his emperor's aid, as they clashed blade to blade, although the Bone Lord was quicker than his new opponent. As soldiers carried Uriel off to the keep the young emperor watched as his old friend and mentor, Terminus Maximus, fight and be killed by the Bone Lord, the bone sword piercing through the old man's chest before the Bone Lord withdrew his blade and decapitated the former admiral, his blood decorated the ground as utter chaos broke out.


"What are we going to do now?" Lucius asked Juvia, who was pacing around the room.

"How should I know?" came the reply. "We're stuck in here until those daemonic bastards smash their way through here."

"Then I say we fight them when they get in, one last glorious stand."

"There won't be anything glorious about it, once they smash through all that rubble we will be slaughtered and our flesh will be feasted upon."

Uriel said nothing, instead he sat in a corner of the stone walled room, his expression was full of depression and sadness. He, Lucius and Juvia were the last humans in their world, the rest had been slaughtered when the survivors retreated to the keep, hoping to make a last stand there, but it turned into a bloodbath. Men, women and children were killed and everyone tried to run away and hide, hoping to survive the carnage, but they, too, were found and killed. Uriel, Lucius and Juvia made their way to a storage room in the keep to heal their wounds before returning to the battle, but the entrance caved in and sealed them off from everyone else, thus they were forced to suffer as they listened to the wailing cries of everyone who was unfortunate enough to stand in their way.

"I will not die in here, not like this," Lucius grumbled as he paced around the room.

"Grumbling will get you nowhere," Juvia told her imperial counterpart.

"What else is there that we can do?! Nothing!"

"Stop fighting, please," Uriel mumbled to his two friends, they both looked at him and sighed.

"He's having one of his depression moments again, isn't he?" Lucius asked Juvia.

The barbarian nodded her head solemnly. "Yeah. Ever since his grandfather and father died he's been dealing with depression, now that millions of people have been slaughtered and after today's events I doubt he'll be alright, if we ever get out of this alive."

As Uriel shivered and clutched his knees Lucius pondered over Juvia's words, he paced around the room and listened to the sounds of daemons trying to dig their way through the rubble that separated them and their foe. Then Lucius had a thought, an idea that could save them. The imperial commander turned around and looked down at Uriel, the emperor was being comforted by Juvia. "Your majesty, is it true that Wraith taught you dimension magic? The type of magic that can transport people from one dimension to another?" Lucius asked his emperor.

Uriel looked up weakly and nodded. "I can, what about it though?"

"Use it, we have to get out of here and get some assistance so when the next fight takes place we can win. We have to find Wraith and get his help."

"What use would it be?"

Lucius sighed and knelt in front of Uriel, their eyes meeting. "Think of what your father and grandfather would have done, think of what Wraith would have done. Besides, we all owe him a debt and I aim to repay it, I hate being in debt to other people. We have to survive so we can get revenge later on down the road, once that happens this horror will be over. What do you say about that, sire?"

Uriel nodded and got onto his feet. "A-Alright then." The young man then raised his hands into the air before him, his palms pointed towards a nearby stone wall, he channelled his magical power through him into his hands, then sparks began to form in front of him. The sounds of metal smashing through rubble came closer and closer, Juvia and Lucius looked back behind them to see dust falling down and a hole emerged with a daemon looking through, Juvia drew her sword and stabbed her blade into the daemon's eye, a howling, blood-curdling cry was heard afterwards.

"Hurry!" Juvia cried out as the rubble fell apart and several daemonic soldiers came charging through.

"There!" Uriel shouted as a portal opened. "Come on, hurry up and get in!"

Juvia slashed the head off one daemon before jumping into the portal, followed swiftly by Lucius who grabbed Uriel and pulled him through just as a daemon was about to stab him in the back. As they disappeared along with the portal the Bone Lord walked in, he sniffed the air and mumbled in his language. "Dimension magic. So that brat knew it too. Oh well, it does not matter, this world is ours." He looked over at one of the daemons and grinned. "Ravage this world and prepare for next year's invasion."


The journey through the portal was an eye opener for Uriel, Lucius and Juvia, the three of them looked around them and saw the utter darkness of the Void cobbled together with the white, grey and black colours of the portal enveloping around them, they could see distant stars which made up all of the different dimensions. They seemed to be heading towards one star that was getting closer to them, but before they reached it and leave the Void they were hit by two comets. The comets were not actually comets, but they dimension travellers did not know that at first. Because of that Uriel, Lucius and Juvia were sent off course, the two imperials were sent hurdling towards another point in the Void with the two 'comets' while Juvia was sent towards a nearby dimension.

Uriel and Lucius crash landed into the new dimension and smashed to the ground, for some reason there was no damage done to them and they felt fine, at first at least, they soon started to get stomach aches and headaches. As Uriel got up off the ground and leaned on a nearby wall he looked up at the sky and was in for a shock: the sky was a mix of dark purple and dark blue, the very sky appeared to be cracking apart as if reality was tearing itself apart. Everywhere around them buildings were in ruins, even the road was ripped asunder. The architecture was completely different to what they two imperials were used to. Lucius looked around him and grumbled in annoyance.

"Oh great, from one apocalypse to another. At least the sky isn't on fire this time," Lucius grumbled.

"Yeah, you're right about that. But where the hell are we? And where did those two comets land?"

"Only way we'll know is if we take a look."

Uriel nodded and together the two imperials began to wander around this new, strange, apocalyptic world. Both wondered what they would find and what people they would encounter, they also wondered if they would meet Juvia and Wraith again, but Uriel had his doubts. Little did they know how involved they would become in this dimension's problems.


A/N: Huzzah, finally done, and we reached over 255k words! Thank you all for reading this far, I hope you stick to the very end and enjoy what will come next. Some clues into who the Bone Lord is in this chapter, can anyone guess who or what he is? Maybe a future chapter will explain it, or not. Does the description of Uriel's and Lucius' location ring any bells? If so then that is a clue to what I have in store for future content. The next chapter might take some time to complete, the reason: a lemon. That's right, chapter 54 will contain a lemon. Want to know who it will contain? You'll just have to find out when it is released. Until then have a good day readers and may the gods favour you all.