Both Asarirn and his assistant walked into a very large room. This room contained four large magical pillars and a round stone structure in the middle. The round stone structure was the portal gate. The portal gate was made for the high ranked members to travel across the world in an instant, without the needs to travel. Waited by the portal gate was a regular member that Six had volunteered. As they approached the man, the man placed his right arm on his chest and bowed to the leader.

"Are you ready to go?" Asarirn asked the man. The only respond he gave was a simple nod indicating a yes.

After a bit of waiting, Three came into the room holding a piece of paper.

"Sorry for the wait, Sir," Three apologized to Asarirn as he handed the paper.

"Its fine," was the only thing he responded.

"Well, this is the magic circle formation that leads into the other world," explained Three before heading back.

Asarirn stood there for at least a minute, memorizing the magic circle. Once he was done, he put the paper away. He took in a deep breath. In a swift motion, he widen his legs and slammed down his hand to the ground. A magic circle was formed where his hand landed. The magic circle was the exact same one as the one on the paper. The markings on the portal gate began to glow, and a circle was formed in the middle, a bright blue circle. Suddenly a gust began to brew up, indicating that the portal is connecting to both worlds. Once the portal was formed, the gust subsided, leaving with just the portal. Asarirn stood back up knowing the portal was finished.

Asarirn nodded at the assistant and he nodded back in respond. The assistant started to walk toward the portal, going first into the portal. The assistant stepped into the portal and disappeared. The regular member turned toward Asarirn and, simply, stared at him. Asarirn motion his arm toward to the portal, gestured the member to go before him. The member simply walked through the portal. As for Asarirn, he started to walk toward the portal but suddenly stopped a few inches from the portal. He waved in a strange motion that cause his hand to be covered by a black smoke. He simply touched the structure of the portal gate. The smoke from his hand snipped into the structure. Once done, Asarirn proceed to go through the portal like nothing has ever happened.

In Remnant

In the very night in the city of Vale, it was pretty much the same night as any other nights until they showed up. On the top of a random building, a portal appeared. A man with a black coat emerged from the portal. His face was covered by his hood. Moments later, another man emerged from the portal as he wore the same coat. He walked a couple feet beside the first man. Lastly, the final man emerged from the portal. As he emerged from the portal, the portal vanished in a flash. The difference for the last man is not only he wore a black coat, but has red trims. The man walked through the two other member toward the edge of the rooftop. Asarirn looked around the city while he had his back toward the other two member, he had this familiar feeling by looking around the streets.

The assistant broke the silence in amazement from the scenery, "This place is truly amazing."

"I know what you have come here for," Asarirn started talking.

"What are you talking about?" the assistant asked sounding puzzled.

"You are here to kill me but you didn't expect for me to find out soon," he continued on. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

The assistant watched as the other member pulled out the mysterious looking dagger and dashed toward Asarirn, who still have his back turned. Asarirn pulled out his long blade in that instant. He turned around while he slashed down toward the man's dagger, knocking it to the side. Asarirn spun around swing his left leg kicking with his heel at the attacking man. The man quickly managed to bring his arms up to block the incoming kick. Even though, the man brought up his arm to block, the force of the kick was enough to knock him down. The man jumped back up and jumped back a few feet.

The assistant realized what was happening, he held out both his hands. He chanted some words which cause his left hand to glow. He immediately swung his left hand, a spinning short sword appeared. The assistant grabbed it in midair and charged at the attacker. The assistant attempted to drive his sword into the attacker's chest. The attacker barely managed to move his body out of the way. The attacker elbow smashed the sword with enough force to break it. Asarirn dashed toward the attacker. The attacker pulled back dagger in attempt to stab the assistant. Asarirn jumped in front the assistant to stab straight through the attacker. The two managed to made contact with each other and then stopped. The attacker stood there with a blade ran through his chest. Blood dripped from the tip of Asarirn's blade. As for Asarirn, the dagger ran through his chest, but no blood came out.

Asarirn thought to himself, What is going on? I'm not feeling any pain or anything. Asarirn pulled his blade out of attacker's chest, causing the attacker's body to drop.

"Master! Are you ok?" the worried assistant asked.

"I'm fine," Asarirn responded.

Asarirn pulled the dagger out of his chest. The moment the dagger was pulled, a large magic circle was formed around Asarirn. Asarirn dropped to the ground with all his strength gone. Soon enough, seven smaller circles form around the big magic circle. Once the circles were complete, glowing orbs came out of Asarirn cut, each orb forming different colors. Each orb flowed into a small magic circle. Once each orb occupied their own circle, they each shaped into a humanoid being. Each one wore a different colored robes with their hood covering their face. The magic circles faded, giving Asarirn his strength back.

Now, seven people were formed, by the looks of them, four men and three women. They each held out their hand toward Asarirn as he stood up. Each hand formed a different color magic circle. Asarirn recognized the magic circles, it was his own attack spells.

"But how?" he questioned to the group. There was no respond from them but only laughter.

Asarirn immediately slammed his hand to the ground. A magic circle formed from where he landed his hand. A pink colored shockwave extended out from the magic circle. Each magic circles that the group created, shattered like glass.

Each member decided to jump off the roof, one by one, into the shadows of the night. The last one stared at the two people for a bit.

"This is going to be fun," the man spoke, sounded like Asarirn, before he jumped into the darkness of night.

The two guys stood there for a while, tried to understand what just happened. Asarirn stood up while he looked at the dagger in his hand.

"What just happened? An assassination attempt?" The assistant questioned.

"I believe so, but an assassination that have gone wrong on his part," Asarirn explained.

"So, are you okay? And, who are those people?"

"I feel the same and I don't know. All I know that they use the same magic circle that I used."

"So how did you know about the assassination attempt?"

"I believe there are traitors among over ranks. I know for sure that Six is one of them."

"How do you know that?"

"I managed to eavesdrop on one of his conversations."

"So what are we going to do now?

"I believe this is where we part ways. In case they are looking for us."

"Why can't I just go with you?"

"The reason is you are more likely to survive being by yourself than with me. Also, I believe they are after me, not you."

"I doubt if I could ever survive here," the assistant stated while looking at his broken sword and then dropped it to the ground.

Asarirn unstrapped his broadsword from his back. "Here," he said before he tossed it to the assistant. The assistant caught it and was surprised.

"You giving this to me? Do you need it?" he questioned.

"You need it more than me," Asarirn responded as he sheathed his long blade.

"Thank you, Mas…" the assistant was interrupted by Asarirn's hand motion, telling him to stop.

"Don't call me Master anymore. My name is Asarirn. Asarirn Nightlyis."

"Nightlyis…," he repeated to himself. "Weapon Master" the assistant said as he was knelling to Asarirn.

"Don't do that," Asarirn sound annoyed. "What is your name?"

"My name?" he questioned as he stood back up. "My name is Landious Slicer."

"Well Landious, it's been a pleasure knowing you," Asarirn stated as he extended his hand toward Landious.

"Likewise," he said as he took his hand to shake.

They turned in opposite direction of each other. They both took in a deep breath.

"Try not to die on me, Mas... I mean, Asarirn" Landious said while looking over the city.

"You know now that I can't," Asarirn stated as he laugh a bit.

"I guess you're right," that caused Landious to laugh also.

Like in perfect sync, they both leaped off the rooftop into the darkness of the night. Both headed their separate ways. Asarirn didn't bother to look back, he knew that he not going to see Landious ever again. He felt relieved but also sad. Asarirn promised himself for him not to make any friends but in the end, he declared Landious as his friend.