The night fell weary. And yet, Earthrrealm has been progressing pretty well. All because of this Shaolin warrior; Liu Kang. He had a Dragon's fury inside of him and yet he had decency within him. Kalliste had to admit that the Earthrealmers seemed a bit more calming. But they lacked personality and belligerence.

Liu Kang had just defeated Scorpion and his master; Quan Chi. One versus two vicious warriors had just lost to a Earthrealmer.

"Liu Kang. .. It has been years since an Earthrealmer warrior has progressed this far. But the reigning champion is far beyond your ability." Shang Tsung addresses. Liu Kang clears his throat, cleaning out his lungs. Preparing himself.

"To the lair with you!" Shang Tsung summons green magic underneath the Earthrealmer, sending him into the so-called "Lair". Now the unknown awaits. Whether or not the Earthrealmer lives, or when he doesn't.

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Everyone moved into Shang Tsung's throne room. The weather conditions seem to have been drastically changed. It was heavily pouring as everyone waited for the return of the victorious champion. The tension was exciting and intense; although Kalliste was looking forward to the end of the tournament. Unfortunately, she could challenge enough opponents through the adventure as she wasn't entirely present at the time.

Soon enough, a blistering wind appeared. The sound of energy abrupt nearby as Shang Tsung's green magic appeared. Everyone glared intensely at the source; awaiting a figure to arise. It was no bulky, large man but soon to be Liu Kang. He looked around him and grin in subtle confidence. Shang Tsung removed himself from his seat and faced the soon to be champion.

"Shang Tsung! Only one fight remains! Face me... in Mortal Kombat!" The Shaolin warrior clenches his fist, readying his stance. "So be it!" Shang Tsung replies and they soon begin.

(Insert playable fight)

Shang Tsung lies onto the ground; defeated, utterly defeated. Kalliste stands there blankly. How could a mortal just defeat him like that? Shang Tsung was all around being powerful. Supposedly he is weakened by his current state of being ancient-looking. He's lived for thousands of years and supposedly fragility has reached him.

"Say it," The warrior says to him. Shang Tsung slowly raises his head at him. "I concede." He says weakly.

Everyone cheers on Earthrrealm's side. Meanwhile, all Outworld's warriors pout, distressing in disappointment and failure. This sudden defeat had made Kalliste felt all sorts of things. Refreshment, bewildered and bitter fear. The Earthrealmers praise their friend, meanwhile the Thundergod speaks of Earthrealm winning. Suddenly a bright and vibrant golden light appears from above. Everyone glares. Possibly an indication that the tournament had been done. Congratulating the champion of the tournament.

As the Earthrealmers cheer for their victory. Shang Tsung and the fellow Outworld warriors gather as they soon travel back to a blazing portal. It was time to come home.

An uneasy path awaits them.

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The throne room we finally come as Shao Kahn awaits in his seat. Shang Tsung slowly strides his way to the center, knowing that he is guilty and in trouble. Princess Kitana, the Tarkatan and Reptile surround him closely, suddenly shoving him onto the ground, forcing him to kneel as he is deemed weak and pathetic. Kalliste observes from afar. She became suddenly curious about how Shao Kahn would punish failure. She sneers from the distance.

"You failed me!" He yells in disappointment. "Five hundred years I have waited! Now I must wait five hundred more!"

"My lord! All is not lost!" Shang Tsung responds eagerly. Begging for another chance.

Shao Kahn turns around. "Curse the Elder Gods and their tournament! I should have taken Earthrealm by force!" He proceeds to sit on his throne. "-But I am bound by their rules - rules that cannot be broken." He says in defeat once more. Shao Kahn looks at Shang Tsung, gesturing at Shang Tsung.

"Kill him!" His followers do as he says, holding him down as Shang Tsung panics. Kalliste grins unnervingly. Wondering if she should even be putting him, yet she grew no concern for him.

"But what if the rules were changed?" Shang Tsung says. That had gripped Shao Kahn's attention. "Kitana!" He calls out to cease his daughter's execution.

"Continue."

Kalliste scoffs as she finally stops observing, leaving the throne room as she feels at ease once more from being home.

She wanders the dark corridors once more. She cracks her knuckles and bones, her body aching from tiredness.

Kalliste headed for her room, longing for her sweet, dark, private chamber. Yearning for that dimming embrace. She reached her door, tugging at the knob that seemed to have an issue opening properly. perhaps it is an old room, tethered and uncared for. Finally, she managed to open the door to which came with an uneasy and piercing sound.

"You're here." A harrowing voice had said close to her. Kalliste softly jolted out of surprise considering that her current state was becoming rather weary and exhausted. To her surprise, Kollector sought out for her. Gazing at her with his excruciating sanguine eyes.

Kalliste nodded delicately; yes she was here, what else?

But she continued to lower her eyes as she grew debilitated. "How was... the tournament?" He asked airily.

"It was fine. Though, as you know... the Earthrealmers won." He gave a bit of a thwarted expression.

"I would have thought that you could've succeeded most challenges in the tournament."

Kalliste balks her mood for a bit. "I hardly had any part in -... some challenges. Shang Tsung insisted that this 'Scorpion' warrior would engage victory in the tournament... - though I had defeated one Earthrealmer. Nothing seemed to go my way after that..." Kollector gazes at her discreetly. Finally noticing her fatigue expression.

Kalliste exhales harshly. "I'm afraid that I am completely restless and I must go-" Kalliste enters her room and Kollector slowly follows. She turns around, surprised, and irritated by his sudden invasion. He looks around her poor, dull room. She pouts her mouth in annoyance.

"So... this is where you... occupy..." He says dimly. "Yet, it lacks- opulence." He grins all around. Kalliste blinks multiple times as she sighs, beginning to choose a calmer path of not doing anything. She sits down onto the very low-ground bed mattress of hers. "You're not going to find the amulet, Kollector." She says gravely.

"What makes you say that...?" He smiles once more. His intentions appear very clear to her. Kalliste lowers her gaze onto the ground, already feeling the weight of melatonin drifting and dissolving into her brain.

A bit of silence was all she heard. But she instantaneously shot her head up in case that those greedy hands of his would try to take something.

"- I have a question for you, Kalliste." His words of curiosity gave Kalliste a sudden interest. She gave him her face of peculiarity. "Where do you come from...?" He gestures his hands, curling his fingers.

She sighs."Nothing. I came from nothing. -I... - I only had an empty birth, born from no family, and possessed nothing but penurious efforts."

"Ah, so you share the same past as Skarlet...?" Kalliste raises her brow. Indicating to the new information. He came closer, slightly intrigued by her sob story. "You have known hunger." He states as his mouth flares; intrigued.

"But now you have flourished under Shang Tsung's wing. You must hold intriguing profits."

"I don't. ... - I have no interest in ... profits."

He then proceeded to lay his hands on her, placing his hand around her face and pressing his fingers deeply against her skin. Kalliste gives him a stern and infuriating expression by his sudden gesture.

"You hold value yet you do not know it." He exclaims. Kalliste had suddenly shoved him away from her. Feeling uneasy from his sudden contact. She huffs.

"Leave."

Her eyes turn black, slightly intimidating the Nakadan. He feels that he has said enough and slowly leaves her room.

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