"Inoruuk, God of the Dark Elves and keeper of the ShadowKnights, sent you through time. Teachings of Inoruuk have told us that one day the portal will open up again and an Elf Druid and a Troll ShadowKnight would awake from their frozen slumber. It is also said that the only way to open the portal again is to become a 'Class Master'. Very few have ever mastered their class. It is nearly impossible. And um..what was your name again?" He looked at Zecrono as they continued along a dusty path.

"Zecrono sir," He said softly.

"Yes. It will be very difficult for you to become a Class Master, due to the fact that the keeper of your class is the person who wants you burning in Hell."

"Hell?" Rexxy said puzzled.

"A term we use in the future for The Under World. Anyway, to master your class Zecrono, you must slay your class keeper."

"WHAT?! KILL INORUUK!?" Rexxy could sense the fear in Zecrono's voice as he thought of his old world. If Zecrono didn't kill the God, he wouldn't be able to return. And Inoruuk would probably just send him farther in time, or delete his class level.

"Yes Zecrono, you must. But don't think it's going to be the most difficult thing. You will have help. You will not be alone."

"Yeah, I know. But he's a god! I can't possibly---"

"Class Masters can do anything they wish to. If you wish to master your class, you WILL slay Inoruuk. Only..."

"What?!" again Rexxy noticed fear in his best friend's voice.

"He will Respawn, and he will most likely come after you again if he remembers you. Or he may not because of the other God's control over him. This is uncertain."

"I'm not liking this," Rexxy finally said.

"On the other hand Rexxy, you have it easy. All you have to do is complete the task that Tunare gives you, and you will become a Class Master." Baltos told him as Rexxy noticed sight of a small town with trees around it. They were the only trees around there. It was a different town. He noticed structures that were tall, and had holes in the side filled with glass. They were made of brick, and sitting in small spaces were what looked like carriages. People weren't dressed the same as Zecrono and Rexxy. They weren't wearing armor, they were wearing clothing. Wierd clothing. And almost everyone was Human and Erudite. "Welcome to Dasstallas!" Baltos told them. People stopped and stared at them like they were different. They were though.

"Baltos," Zecrono said, "We need to blend in. Do you have any clothes like they're wearing?"

"Well no," he said, "But I do have some Tunar, so we can pick some up at the mall?"

"What's a mall?" Rexxy said.

"It's a big mercantile with many different shops," Baltos explained.

"Oh."