There was a
storm outside of HA's walls. The rain never seemed to touch Lord
Actious, but everyone else was soaked. Cross no longer controlled his
body, and was, in fact, killed trying to retain it. He was old. Older
that you would have thought, for he always seemed like a young lad.
LA was immortal but looked ancient all the same. "Why do you
follow us, demon Of Crossfire?"
"Because," came the
cold reply, "we have the same intention; why not continue on
together?"
Actious remained silent. An aged Kazong emerged
from the shadows. "All seems clear, sir."
"Good
keep me on report if anything goes wrong."
The originally
planned attack for tommorow turned into weeks. Many were tired of
following and many disbanded. Actious was almost all consumed by
controlling his power inside of him. He rarely spoke and remained
silent most of the time. Others were tired of keeping him under
control when his own power just wouldn't cut it. Grunt X was lost in
the process.
Finally, as they reached the main entrance, they hurried in. The guards didn't recognize them. They were lazy and probably wouldn't have stopped them if they did. Soon, they were in the city. But all would not be lost then.