Dark Missiles: Like a mage's magic missile, Dark Missiles are a magical projectile of devonic power, which is shot out of Kiaba's Hands. The energy used is minor compared to some of Kiaba other abilities.

As Kiaba's feet hit the ground, he took a quick look around. This warehouse was the only place with anything living inside. However, He felt the life-force of several mortals; probably the ones responsible for this infestation. He was expecting the red carpet to have fangs but he hadn't even got the carpet.

It might be that these were fools that believed that no one could have got through the undead hordes, but someone with this kind of power couldn't possible be that foolish. It was more liking that they wanted to catch any intruders off guard. This was too easy. Kiaba fired several Dark Missiles from his hands into the warehouse door. Now he got the red carpet… which armed to the teeth. Several Skeletons armed with swords and shields charged him. Kiaba fired several more Dark Missiles in massive volleys.

If he could, he would have used Darkness Barrage, but he couldn't summon that kind of power. A few remaining skeletons managed to reach him, but Kiaba's shadow reaper claws put an end to that kind of threat.

Kiaba stepped inside the warehouse used his 6th sense to hunt for the guardsman. If the guardsman was still alive, he was in this warehouse. If he was with the gods, then he would have to question the necromancer that was here. Kiaba walked with a purpose. After all, in this place might be information on where he could find Kian.

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Sharia passed for several minutes. She heard the explosions and saw the lightshow of devonic energy being used. When she inquired about the location, the captain explained that it was a warehouse at the far end of Beggar's Nest. She guessed that the lunatic responsible for this insanity must be there.

"You looked tense, Sharia." She here a soft voice say. Sharia turned to see Aribeth at the barricades. Most of the young men were trying their best to look straight, hope that they wouldn't have to look at the stunningly beautiful elven woman. Sharia was a knockout herself, but nothing compared to Aribeth. She had to smile a little.

"What brings you to this cursed place?" Sharia asked. Aribeth rolled her eyes. "To be honest, I can't stand to be around Dester any longer." Aribeth then asked, "Is Kiaba around?"

When Sharia shook her head, Aribeth said, "Good." Aribeth took out the note of the assassination order and pointed out the part about Kiaba's regeneration ability. "Has Kiaba said anything to you?"

Sharia sighed. She had notice it. "I was hoping that no one else would see that. I did take notice of it, but no, he hasn't said anything himself." Sharia thought a little before saying, "If you think that Kiaba notice it; you probably right. Despite his behavior, he his not a fool. He's hiding something but I can't see why? He isn't very private."

Sharia turned the gaze back to the battle and said, "We can ask him about it when he gets back. He is looking of a guardsman that has lost his way… or his mind."

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Kiaba slashed through one undead after another. He walked like a juggernaut, an unstoppable forcegoing through this warehouse of death. Kiaba guessed that then necromancer that was inside was very aware of his arrivalfor he sensed increasing frustration and smelled fear.

After it was clear that setting up ambushes was a waste of time, the necromancer decided to send waves of undead at him, which was fine by Kiaba. It would be a lot easier to get information from him if the guard did have any or was no longer able to provide it.

Kiaba also knew that the necromancer was using up his undead to stop him. In theory, it should be easy to end this problem. Unfortunate, for he was kind of enjoying himself. The necromancer had locked the door but the wood was far from efficient enough to stop a devil. Kiaba didn't even bother opening the door. He just walked through it, his shouldering hitting first.

Kiaba looked around for a moment. It seamed that the room was littered with bodies which hand not been raised, looking like they were wearing some sort of colors. Kiaba however, there were two men left alive.

One was trapped behind a magical barrier, who wearing a guard uniform. Kiaba guessed that this was the missing guard that he was sent to find. The second man was wearing colors like the men on the ground. He had a look of arrogance, but Kiaba smelled the fear. He was the one sending the undead at him.

Kiaba didn't understand how that was possible. It was clear that wasn't even a spell caster by the twin swords, but he still commanded the undead in this place.

Then he noticed that red aura about him. The aura was totally unnatural. It was the aura of a man which had been given his powers instead of earning them. Several spells had been cast on this man as well. That probably for two proposes: corrupt and control. That meant that whoever was behind this infestation was somewhere else. Kiaba quietly absorbed the information.

Too quietly for the undead controller.

"You think you can kill me, you beast?" the corrupted man screamed, "You think you can kill me? Dwall? Don't make me laugh!"

Kiaba was caught between anger and humor. "Don't make you laugh? Don't make me laugh! You don't have the power to hurt me." Kiaba shadow reaper claws extracted as he said, "Now, why don't you be a good boy and run!"

"Gulnan chose me to be her general. She gave me power. You don't know what I have become!" Dwall said.

However, Kiaba stopped listening after he heard the 'Gulnan' come out of Dwall's mouth. Kaiba didn't believe this! He didn't need any information anymore. He knew exactly who was responsible for this.

Dwall ran at him, both swords raised. Kiaba's didn't move until the last second, were he claws move in a blur. His left claw slashed through the swords in a backhand motion, the cut blades falling harmlessly on the floor. Kiaba then stepped forward, his right claw going through the left side of Dwalls' chest.

Dwall was still swinging as this happened, so he didn't even realize that he was dying before the devil walked away. Dwall looked at the left side of his chest, seeing the blood flowing out like a river. Dwall dropped to his knees and then onto his stomach. Kiaba didn't give him a second glance.

The guardsman was free, but he didn't' move. He just stared the large devil approaching him. Kiaba then said, "You must be the guardsman that went missing a while ago." Kiaba then looked at the bodies on the floor, "I hopethey weren't friends of yours."

The guardsman nodded as he said, "Unfortunately, they were friends of mine. We all grew up together and I was a member of their gang. I came here to find out what was going on. I didn't expect this." He waved his hand to the carnage.

"Let's get you out here. I like to please my jailor." When the guardsman's made expression of fear, Kiaba said, "Relax. She is at the barricades helping to fight the undead hoards. Come on!"