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Three days later...

Flying Whales - Gojira (0:00 - 2:26, then repeat on 0:26)

The Faded Silence sailed without trouble as it reached past the long since abandoned Slaver's Point and entered Karond Kar territory. Only the sound of seawater crashed against the boat and distant crows cawing filled the ears of everyone on the ship. Shadow Warriors - who had changed their uniforms to their druchii counterparts - worked tirelessly maintaining speed and navigating the trenches and rocky cliffs that threaten to consume them while honing their skills and blades.

Alith stood at the ship's bow; wearing the former captain's garbs and overlooking the opened path now in front of him. They had reached much earlier than expected, arriving three days earlier than expected. He pondered if Lileath had anything to do with the journey or that the crew was just very lucky. It mattered little to him. They had finally reached Naggaroth. And once they reached past Karond Kar, they will be able to get to Naggaroth; so long as they remain in clandestine. Sea patrols could be anywhere and it would become a hindrance if they were delayed.

Alith headed back to the Captain's Quarter, where awaiting inside was an overly-eager and violent recruit that accompanied him on his ship. His men saluted him as he passed by before going back to whatever they were ordered to do. Reaching close to the door, Alith opened to find the man sitting in his chair. In his right hand, a whetstone was used to sharpen his extended wrist blade. Sparks flew from the grinding and the sound of heavy scraping filled the room. The man that called himself Doom Slayer was visibly impatient to arrive on land. Alith noted the aura that emanated around. Heavy with dread and terror. Even his Shadow Warriors deliberately avoided getting in his way whenever he walked around the ship. Alith could feel it but was unbothered by it. He knew why he was here. And the Druchii will understand soon.

Doom Slayer glanced up at the Shadow King with acknowledgement. He set the stone aside - his blade retracting - and adjusted from his seat.

"Alith." Hayden's voice entered. "Is there something you need?"

"Nay. Only to inform you of our whereabouts." Replied Alith. "We will be arriving sooner than scheduled. We are fortune to be without delay."

"Excellent news." Hayden noted. "Four days shorter than expected."

"Agreed. But be warned. Once we have reached shore, we will be facing multiple threats standing in our way. The Druchii aren't the only creatures that prowl these lands." Alith warned. Not that the Slayer was any bit concerned. A simple nod was given.

"Duly noted." Hayden replied. Footsteps approached from the doorway. A shadow warrior entered and saluted his superior.

"Lord." He greeted. "A raven has come with a message. As you ordered."

The subordinate soon brought out a small scroll. Alith took it from him and gestured to leave his presence. The scout soon left. Alith unrolled the paper and read its contents. If Doom Slayer could understand the annoyed expression on the Shadow King's brow, it meant something bad had happened.

"Just when I thought our trip was going so smoothly..." Alith groaned. He looked up to Doom Slayer with bad news in hand. "Naggarond is under siege by a massive Chaos invasion. It seems we'll have to wade through the barbaric hordes just to get to Malekith."

Doom Slayer shrugged. Hayden spoke up from the helm. "I don't see how much of an issue that could be considered a 'hindrance'."

"I did say there were other creatures besides the Druchii." Alith pointed out.

"And we have the Slayer onboard." Hayden countered. "Odds between us and Chaos is stacked against them."

"That remains to be seen." Remarked Alith. He wasn't exactly skeptical, seeing how formidable this man was against the pirates. Alith sighed in disappointment.

"Were it not for Finubar's final request, I would have relished in the fact my people's greatest enemies were now being ravaged by Chaos. And if Malekith ever managed to survive the onslaught, I would have placed an arrow through one of his eyes and claim his head."

"And we would join you, regardless of the King's will." Hayden added. Doom Slayer empathized with the Asur greatly; pounding his chest with one hand.

"My thanks." Alith thanked. Suddenly, a shadow warrior barged into the room.

"Sire!" A shadow warrior alerted. "Something's happened outside! You have to see this!"

Alith and Doom Slayer glanced at each other and before looking back at Alith's subordinate. Alith was the first to move, with Doom Slayer standing up and walking outside. What they witness outside was shocking.

From the east of where the ship made its passing, Karond Kar was ablaze. The Black Tower that pierced the sky was covered in fire and smoke. Screams could be heard on the isle, as were the sounds of warcries. Above the city, monsters flew and swooped down to catch unlucky prey. Alith had no love for his sadistic cousins, however, but prayed for the souls of their victims that they had been given quick deaths.

On the coasts, scores of longships - both Chaos and Druchii - smashed into each other as reavers on board began clashing against one another. The battles were bloody and vicious, and Alith's ship was close to being noticed by any of the armies east of them.

"Men! Prepare yourselves! We'll be spotted soon! Target the Chaos warriors! Any attempts against the Druchii will only draw attention to ourselves!"

On cue, a war horn was blown in the distance.

*VRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOO!*

*VRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOO!*

Longships were sailing from the isle. Alith and his men were caught, and everyone on board was taking up arms. "Sons and Daughters of Nagarythe! Ready your bows! Take aim!"

On command, Shadow Warriors readied their bows - some wielding repeater crossbows - and prepared for battle.

Doom Slayer, on the other hand, had other ideas.

Not wanting to delay any further - but still wanting to get a bit of action from another long period of withdrawal - took out a very special gun for the occasion.

A very.

Big.

FUCKING.

GUN.

Doom Slayer, much to everyone's surprise, pulled out the largest and deadliest weapon in his arsenal. Alith and the men beside him looked - with eyes comically as wide as dinner plates - at the giant monstrosity Doom Slayer was carrying and wondering just what exactly this one would do.

"What...in Asuryan's fire...is that?" Alith asked in astonishment and dread. This earned a chuckle from the good doctor.

"This, my friends, is the BFG-9000." Hayden answered; intent on explaining further. "It is the most advanced and deadliest weapon that my people have ever created. It can launch a powerful sphere of pure Argent - the closest thing to what your people would call 'magic' - and unleash a volatile energy that will cause a chain reaction and annhiliate anything comes across its path. Think of the sorceress back from the coastal raid. But multiply it to bigger casualties."

The thought alone made Alith shudder. Yet made no protest about.

"Will it be enough?" Alith questioned.

"Oh, Alith, it will be more than enough. I'd advise you all to take shelter, however, within the decks below. Even the helmsman. Hide, now."

Alith looked to his men with clear intent.

"Men! Into the decks! All of you! That's an order!" He ordered. Immediately, he men followed his words without protest. In less than ten seconds, the entire main deck was void of any life save for Alith and Doom Slayer. Alith took one last at him before heading inside.

"Let me know when the damage is done." Alith said, before heading down the decks further. Doom Slayer nodded wordlessly before looking at the longships now approaching. He took aim at the approaching mass and - with a big fat smile on his face - pulled the trigger.


Moments before disaster...

Somewhere in Karond Kar

Lokhir Fellheart was unarmed, wounded, helmetless and at the mercy of the enemy standing before him.

The giant brute was standing proudly with his sword inching near the captain's neck. Lokhir pushed himself upward to meet face-to-face with his executioner. Looking upon his chest first revealed skulls adorned over his cuirass and behind his back like a twisted display of trophies. Some humanoid while others not so. Looking upward further, the smug smile underneath that ugly red beard stared back at him with a literal wolfish grin. Cold blue eyes stared back at him; savouring the captain's defeat.

"You have proven yourself quite a bit of a challenge, dark elf." The barbarian spoke; almost fluently in druhir were it not for the harsh and guttural sound he made. "But, in the end, you proved yourself to be just like every challenger before you."

"Don't flatter me, Chaos worshipper!" Lokhir said defiantly. "For all of your eloquence, you are but a savage hiding behind your so-called 'honor'. What makes you so better than any of us?"

"Well, for one, I'm still standing. You're not." He responded politely. "And besides, it's not every day that someone like you has the honor of fighting Wulfrik the Wanderer himself. Speaking of which, to who am I speaking? I don't believe we have had the proper chance of introductions. I like to know who I am taking skulls from whenever the chance."

Lokhir stared defiantly at the redheaded behemoth, but remain silent. Wulfrik, meanwhile, was simply bemused. He grabbed his defeated opponent by the neck; squeezing enough to allow some air to be gathered. The captain was struggling against the Norscan's grip.

"Come now. You're done. The city is no longer in your hands. The least you could is to go out with whatever dignity that remains. So tell me...what is your name?"

"...Lokhir...Fellheart..." The pirate answered under strangled breath. Wulfrik nodded in sincerity and approval.

"Well, Lokhir, you have fought well. May Khorne welcome you to his halls."

Wulfrik was now prepared to drive his sword into Lokhir's chest. Lokhir closed his eyes and prayed that his death was quick and painless.

Yet, such a fate was not to be. For something extraordinary happened. In the corner of the World-Walker's eye, a flash of green appeared; followed by a trail of death.

From the west, some magic spell was unleashed upon the boats near the bay. Instantly, the green ball began wreaking havoc on the warriors. Lightning was unleashed and warriors left and right was being incinerated. Explosions followed after, destroying the boats both Chaos and Dark Elf. It was attacking indiscriminately. The cries of several of his men were heard as they could do nothing but fall prey to this mystical thing.

Lokhir took notice as well as the orb passed by. Lokhir, for the first time, felt some sense of relief wash over him as he could several longships get blown up to pieces.

Wulfrik let go of him and watched in morbid fascination of this sudden attack.

"By the Gods! What manner of power could do such a thing?!" He pondered.

As if his prayers were answered, voices whispered to him.

The Destroyer had come. The Chaosbane arrives in Naggaroth to parley with the Witch-King. His vision was engulfed with the image of a man in green armor. Behind him, a glowing symbol of dread and power. This was his new prey. And it is Wulfrik's duty to stop Him from reaching his goal.

Wulfrik, now renewed with fervor, set towards his intended goal. Lokhir was no longer in his interest anymore, much to the Druchii's relief.

A marauder came bursting forward with heavy panic.

"Yaarl! The longboats had been destroyed by some sort of foul magic! The scouts say it came from a single boat coming from the south!"

"I know, lad." Wulfrik responded with confidence. "The Gods have spoken to me. Gather all the men available and prepare the Seafang! We hunt the ship!"

"Yes, Yaarl!" His subordinate said. A muffled grunt was heard. Both Norscans turned to see Lokhir crawling away from the two.

"What shall we do with him?"

"Leave him." Wulfrik ordered. "He's no longer of interest. Prepare the ship as ordered. I'll meet you at the docks."

The marauder nodded and quickly departed. Wulfrik stayed behind to give his farewells. He could see the elf trying reach for one of his blades but the World-Walker simply walked up and kicked the blades aside. Lokhir looked defeated and waited for his death.

"Be at ease, Fellheart. I am not going to kill you. I now look forward to bigger prey. You're quite lucky. It seems the tides are in your favour. I'll be leaving you here to catch some breath. Rest here, and then gather your men to fight another day. Farewell, Lokhir Fellheart."

Wulfrik soon departed, leaving Lokhir alone. The druchii felt relieved. Terribly confused but relieved.


The Faded Silence

Doom Slayer enjoyed the familiar roaring sound as the BFG launched a ball of hot green Argent plasma at the nearby ships as well as anything that was within the BFG shot's reaching distance. The exploding ships were like fireworks to Doom Slayer's ears.

He now had three shots left before he ran out. He placed the humongous weapon back into his inventory and now turned to the wheel. He took control and steered the wheel to the east.

It was now Hayden's turn to alert the crew.

"You can come out now, Alith."

The Shadow King and his crew exited the decks and immediately looked to the wreckage that happened. Everywhere, Norscan longships and Druchii warships were left in ruin by flame and destruction. No bodies were found, save for piles of flesh and blood that practically dotted the entire bay.

"Asuryan's flames..." Alith said in astonishment. "How could you even make such a weapon?!"

"It was experimental...which now turned out successful." Hayden admitted. Silence fell upon the Shadow King as he tried to wrap around the cold logic behind the Doctor's inventions. The ship continued its course, now sailing into the Sea of Chill.


Minutes of drifting...

Long moments of silence passed, everyone onboard on edge and remaining vigilant of any surprises nearby. A great fog had crept and soon thickened as they reached closer to the Sea of Malice. The Blacklight Tower could be seen from a distance but no horn was blown; most likely abandoned with the Chaos incursion happening.

"On your guard, men." Alith ordered. "We will be attacked at any moment. I can feel it."

The men fixated their eyes on the surrounding waters. At any moment, the enemy was near.

Doom Slayer summoned the Heavy Cannon with Precision Bolt and looked through the scope. He could barely see anything with the fog on but he was certain they were being followed. Hayden reached the Doom fortress to pinpoint their current location and scanned the surrounding using satellite imaging. Strangely, even with the advanced Maykr technology online, he could not directly map out the fog that surrounded them. Only their coordinates.

"I can't pick up anything outside of this fog. It must be of magical nature. We'll have to rely on our vis-"

*VRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOO!*

Another war horn had called. Alith was ready to take commands until a portal opened. And then came another. And then another.

Exiting them, more longships had appeared and were intent on getting their revenge on their fallen comrades. The Norscans were nearing close to where Doom Slayer was aboard. Alith and his men readied their bows while Doom Slayer switched to the Micro Missile and activated in anticipation.

The first ship that came closest stood out compared to the rest. Its dragonhead far more detailed and monstrous to look upon and the banner of the Eight-Pointed Star displayed freely on its sail. The sight of it greatly disturbed Alith and his soldiers. Doom Slayer, however, didn't bat an eye to it but he did sense a familiarity to it.

The ship's raiders hollered at Doom Slayer's company with warcries and raised weapons. One stood out amongst them and pushed the others aside. This one - as Doom Slayer noticed - was tall; perhaps taller than him even. He was decked out in skulls and other skeletal parts and suited up in sturdy steel armor. The man's hair and beard were red, with his hair styled into a scalp lock. Doom Slayer guessed him to be the warlord of this fleet.

The red-haired warlord began shouting. "Dark elves! Prepared to be boarded by the Great Wulfrik himself! You will be sacrificed to the Gods and I will collect the skull of the Destroyer! The Gods have spoken! For CHAOS!"

"FOR CHAOS!" The raider cried. Alith immediately took action against the announced threat.

"Men! Prepare yourselves! Prepare for battle!" Alith yelled. The shadow warriors nocked their bows and wait for the enemy to come close. Doom Slayer switched the Heavy Cannon's Precision Bolt to the Micro-Missiles.

But the raiders, as it turns out, were the least of their worries as the helmsman called out something much dire.

"BLACK ARK!"

(2:26)

Appearing from the fog, came out perhaps one of the largest ships that Doom Slayer had ever seen before him. The Black Ark reached as tall as the black tower from the now burning Karond Kar; boasting impressive fortifications to its body. It was less a ship and more of a mobile fortress swimming; it practically made the galleon look like a gecko compared to its massive size.

"STEER!" Alith yelled out as the ship was about to collide directly with the behemoth. The helmsman did as told immediately and steered to the right. The Faded Silence made a turn and everyone held onto something and braced for impact. The ship barely managed to avoid crushing itself flat at a head-on collision; merely scraping on the side. It did, however, cause damage to itself but nowhere near life-threatening. It had done little to damage the Black Ark and was fortunate to be now out of its way. The other ships were not so lucky and crashed into the Black Ark head-on.

However, as the galleon safely avoided its destruction, fleets of Druchii warships sailed alongside the massive ark. Passersby watched the galleon sail opposite of them, wondering where this particular ship was going. However, they quickly ignored them in favour of attacking the bloodthirsty raiders invading their waters.

The helmsman did his best to avoid crashing into the other ships, who in turn, moved out of the way. The clash between two fleets was in utter chaos, Everywhere, raiders and crewmen boarded and slaughtered with unrelenting fury. A fight for survival came into play. Flying above, a black dragon and its master descended and scorched longships while kharybdisses swam up from the depths and attack the invaders. In spite of the massive blows, the Norsemen continued their onslaught with their overwhelming numbers. A kharybdis took to attacking Wulfrik's longship; with all five heads now grabbing unlucky crew members. The Seafang's dragonhead came to life, however, and began snapping its jaws on one of the sea monster's necks. Wulfrik took advantage and began cutting the heads of the kharybdis with his sword and men. They made quick work of it and, despite the losses of a few men, finished it off as all five heads were decapitated and the body slumped back into the sea.

However, with the sea beast out of the way, now they had to fight swarms of harpies and fleets of ships that suddenly popped from the fog.

Wulfrik was furious now. His prized duel had to wait another time.

"Come on, you sea dogs! The sea serpent put up a better fight than you knife ears! Come on and fight the World-Walker himself!"


Alith's ship, meanwhile, traversed through the chaotic skirmish as destruction followed. Thankfully, the ships were sailing from the south so much of the space from the north was available to them.

Suddenly, a dark shadow befell the ship and landed directly on top of them. The dragon from before lowered itself to reveal a dark elf with a rather striking appearance. The elf wore a much-perverted parody of the Asur armor set. Jagged spikes with skulls and serrated edges, and a helmet with blades and a red plume to complete the "evil overlord" look as Doom Slayer noted.

The dragon flew away just as the dark elf walked up to the crew with a sneer and an air of superiority.

"Who is the captain of this ship? Quickly now, before I feed you all to Bracchus!" The elf threatened. With that, Doom Slayer could just shove that prick into the dragon's belly and choke it to death. Unfortunately, Alith walked past his crew and announced his presence; not giving the Slayer the opportunity to do so.

"I am the captain, milord." Alith responded. "To whom am I addressing to? If I may boldly ask."

The dark elf looked offendedly at Alith. "I am Lord Rakarth of Karond Kar. Greatest Beastlord and your superior. And I would like to know as to why this ship is heading into the wrong direction, captain-?"

Alith remained calm and cooly replied. "Nacir Nighthand. And we had just returned voyage from Araby, Lord Rakarth. We were about to make landfall in Karond Kar when we found the whole damn place burning. We are forced to land elsewhere."

"And you didn't stay behind to help defend my precious city?!" Rakarth snarled in fury. Alith, much to Doom Slayer's surprise, spoke in a similar manner to the prick before him, much to his surprise.

"Tsk! I wasn't about to let those brutes take over my spoils! My men and I earned hard to get what riches we found! Not to mention we barely had any idea that an invasion was happening!"

Both elves stared down at one another; neither flinching nor blinking. The battle was still raging in the background but the ship was further away enough to avoid any losses. Eventually, Rakarth's eyes drifted to Doom Slayer, who remained stoic and unflinching in his gaze.

"And who is this stranger you have with you?" Rakarth questioned. Alith looked back and realized who he was speaking to.

"A sellsword." He replied. "We hired him back in Araby. His services were quite expensive but worth the coin."

"Hmmph." The Beastlord hummed as he evaluated Doom Slayer. "A fine specimen. Where is he from?"

"Don't know. Never says a single word. We just call him 'brute' or 'animal'. Doesn't seem that much bothered."

"A fitting name for such a debased animal." Rakarth remarked. "Fine then, take shore to Hag Graef. I hear they're opened to refugees. Move or I will have you and everyone onboard flayed alive."

"Many blessings, Lord Rakarth." Thanked Alith. "I shall give a percentage of our tribute the next time we meet."

Rakarth turned his chin up at him. "Do as you will. Leave."

Soon after, Rakarth blew a whistle and the dragon returned. The Beastlord mounted atop his dragon and flew upward.

"Scorch these animals, Bracchus!" He commanded, before flying away. The dragon roared and spewed fire on the invaders. Alith took a deep breath and relaxed a tad bit.

"That was a close one." Alith noted.

"You handled it quite well, Alith." Hayden commended. "Otherwise, the Slayer would have taken a more...direct approach."

"We don't have that much time. We're still sailing to Naggarond. Just be ready to deal with other threats."

"Loud and clear." Doom Slayer walked off but readied the Super Shotgun in case. The whole trip was tensed after with the battle still raging from the distance.

"Unless we're getting harassed by harpies or a kharybdis, this trip will go jus-"

*CRASH*

As if fate decided it wanted to make things difficult for the prince of Nagarythe, a longship came crashing into the galleon out of thin air. The collision threw the galleon towards shore. Most of the asur lost their footing, including Alith himself. Doom Slayer kept his balance albeit barely. He looked directly at the ship responsible for this inconvenience and remembered it was that viking ginger - Wulfrik - from before. The ship looked like it taken a lot of damage if the burnt wood from different sections of it were to go by. Both ships were now side by side, and the marauders took to invading. Doom Slayer was the first to attack; switching to the shotgun and throwing explosives with the sticky bomb mod on.

The bombs found their targets but the raiders kept on coming. The shadow warriors got back up and quickly defended themselves. Alith nocked arrows and shot as much whenever a norscan came too close for comfort. Wulfrik climbed aboard and made his entrance.

"You think you could run from me, you damn elves?! THINK AGAIN!" He yelled. "I am the INESCAPABLE! I AM-"

Doom Slayer switched to the Super Shotgun and shot his Meathook; launching himself at the World-Walker. The Norscan took notice and raised his shield in an instant. It saved him from being skewed and torched, only to receive a massive blow from a Blood Punch. The impact threw him at a great distance; landing to the centre of the ship and crashing into his marauders as he fell on them. He stood back up to find his shield bent outward. Wulfrik cast it away and held the Sword of Thorgald with two hands. The remaining raiders that didn't go down were hit by a frost bomb, resulting in the first wave freezing to death before a grenade finished them off. Doom Slayer jumped onto the ship and proceeded to massacre them. The foolish charged at Doom Slayer in an attempt to kill him while the more sane individuals attempt to hide behind their shields in a futile effort to avoid being blasted by buckshot. Doom Slayer stood between them and Alith defending the latter as they recovered.

Wulfrik had taken to observing the challenger as he fought his men. A raider ran towards him with an axe, only to have a haymaker thrown in his face; Doomblade extending past his skull. Doom Slayer shot another slug into another norscan before kicking off the corpse from the first off his blade. He then switched to the Super Shotgun for increased spread and began unloading the ammo in full force.

It was him, alright; Wulfrik thought. The green armor was unmistakable. Although he expected him to be taller than he imagined, the warrior was still impressively tall and certainly built like a fellow Norscan. But that aura he had all around made up for the height and it was clear that his fellow berserkers stood frozen in fear. His fighting style, however, interested him the most. He had fought warriors and monsters all over the world and witnessed marvels that the southerners had brought during times of war. Bretonnian knights, sigmarite priests, greenskins, elves, and dwarves were fun to fight but they all eventually died by his hand. This man, on the other hand, was able to pick off his crew like flies on a hot summer. And even his guns were brutal by the southern standards. Wulfrik stopped gawking, however, as he witnessed his men being killed faster than he could count. The mighty Sarl took charge and re-entered the fray.

Doom Slayer simply reloaded and was about to take another shot until Wulfrik charged in full view. He pulled the trigger but the aim was swept as Wulfrik backhanded the gun; instantly dropping and landing elsewhere. He pulled out the Doomblade in time as Wulfrik's sword dived towards his neck and blocked. The clash of blades resounded sharply in the air. Raiders watched as two titans struggle to overpower the other in a contest of strength and fury. Wulfrik gritted his teeth as he drove the sword closer to Doom Slayer's neck, who matched him in strength. By now, he could see the eyes behind the helmet. It told of a man whose wrath was like no other. That even the hardiest of orcs or Khorne's followers were nothing in terms of anger. His was true RAGE. Brutality of immeasurable volume and power truly honed and perfected.

This is what Valkia spoke of. This was the outworlder that the gods feared the most.

And in Wulfrik's mind, he was damn happy to finally get a fight worthy of the gods' attention.

"At last, we finally meet!" Wulfrik started. "The gods told me much about you, destroyer! Your skull will make a fine addition to Khorne's throne! And I wil-"

*CRACK*

Wulfrik's jaw cracked as Doom Slayer straight up blood-punched him mid-speech. Wulfrik, this time, landed on his two feet as he flew back. He sank his sword onto the floorboards beneath and raised a hand to reassemble his dislocated jaw. A sickening pop came as he fixed it up.

"Damn. And I thought orcs were the heaviest hitters." He groaned while remaining impressed. Doom Slayer, this time, pulled out Korhil's axe and began to rip and tear his way through the crowd with both blades. Wulfrik jumped back in - all while grabbing a shield from a dead crewmate - and clashed again with Doom Slayer. The battle roared around them. Both men were now on equal footing and traded blows. Wulfrik could now see that the man was more aggressive with his approach but lacked the carelessness of a Khornate berserker; putting Wulfrik on the defense. What was most unusual was the silence. Never once, did the man scream or yell, save for the occasional grunts that pop up. It mattered little as he fought hard without end.

This excited Wulfrik. Never had he fought an opponent so relentless and unyielding as to face a warrior-no, a champion of the dark gods. And yet, here he was, facing the famed World-Walker.

Wulfrik soon screamed his praises as they fought. "Khorne is pleased with your prowess, destroyer! You truly have the hallmarks of a true champion! And I will send him unto you as an honored einherjar in Valhal! Blood for the Blood God!"

As Wulfrik focused on the Doom Slayer, Alith had snuck and retrieved Doom Slayer's shotgun. He readied his bow and nocked an arrow soon after into a gap of the norscan's breastplate. The Wanderer backed away in pain his back.

"Slayer! Catch!" Alith called out as he threw the shotgun in the air. Doom Slayer grabbed it and quickly reloaded. Alith distracted Wulfrik with enough arrows prodding through armor gaps; now on the railings of the longship. Wulfrik was enraged and was now focused on Alith. Too late, however, as Doom Slayer pressed the barrels to his chest and pulled the trigger. Buckshot blasted apart his cuirass and littering his chest with white-hot lead. The tall warrior stumbled back and fell into the waters below. Doom Slayer stared back at Alith and gave a silent nod.

Some of his men witnessed Wulfrik's fall to the water and despaired.

"The World-Walker has fallen! Wulfrik has fallen!"

As the marauders were about to face certain, the ship began moving again. No, floating on its own accord. Alith took notice and yelled his orders. "Everyone! Back on the ship now!"

The shadow warriors - along with Alith and Doom Slayer - jumped back to their own. Some landed perfectly fine, while others just crashed to the floorboard. Doom Slayer and Alith landed last and stared back at the now flying ship escaping. Doom Slayer wasn't done, however, and switched to the Paingiver. Lock-On Burst was activated and he soon blasted the ship repeatedly from below. The sentient dragonhead - much to the shock and horror of the crew - retaliated by engulfing the galleon in flames. Fire spread threw out the deck. Some of Alith's men were caught and panicked in the midst of the raging inferno only to succumb to die within seconds.

Before Doom Slayer could even finish off the flying ship, the Seafang had already escaped as it ripped a portal into the warp and vanish. Now, the surviving crew rushed to douse the flames on board.

"Get some water! Douse the fires!" Alith yelled. "Hurry!"

The men rushed to save the ship. Some grabbed buckets and gathered seawater through a pulley system. Others grabbed blankets, soaked them in whatever water they found and smothered the fires.

A shadow warrior ran to Alith and reported the situation. "Sir, we need to get to land! Har Ganeth is sighted not far from here! This ship won't survive the journey!"

"Dammit!" Cursed Alith. "Just when I thought things were going so smoothly!"

Alith looked to the helmsman. "Steer towards Har Ganeth! We make landfall!"

"At will, sir!"

The helmsman steered the wheel and approached to the south. The ship was still burning; the flames growing at every moment to snuff out everyone. Hayden, who kept quiet for most of the skirmish, had a eureka moment.

"I have an idea!" Hayden exclaimed. "Alith, get your men to clear out! Slayer, get the ice bombs ready!"

Both men understood what he meant and did their parts. Alith called to his men to clear out while Doom Slayer proceeded to launch ice bombs at the fires. He was careful not to hit the asur but managed to extinguish the more damaging ones. The sails were still caught in flames but with combined effort, the crew managed to avert the worse of the situation.

However, even with the flames gone, the bad news was laid bare.

"Sire." One of Alith's men reported. "While the fire may have been downed, we still cannot go any further. The damage to the ship is too great. We found one of the hulls is cracking. Any further and we might sink halfway."

"That is grave, indeed." Alith agreed reluctantly. "Thank you. Go see to the rest of our own. We will head towards Har Ganeth soon."

"As you will it, lord." The subordinate walked away, passing by Doom Slayer who approached the prince.

"I thank you for defending my men during the attack. Had we done this without you, I feared for the worse."

Doom Slayer nodded.

"Considering you helped us with the fight with that barbarian, I would say we're even." Hayden pointed bluntly.

"Such allies are a rarity against the forces of darkness. It was expected of me to do the right thing." Alith replied.

"Agreed." Hayden said in agreement. "So, this 'Har Ganeth'. What can you tell us about this hold?"

"The best way I can tell you is that Har Garneth is home to the most insane cult of the God of Murder. The Followers of Khaine." Alith answered.

"They sound like pleasant folk." Hayden dryly commented. Doom Slayer gave away a smirk underneath his helm.

"They sure are. They do like their sacrifices fresh and virgin. Mad folk even by druchii standards. Unless you count the Autarii that live in the dark forest of Clar Karond."

"Don't you mean Karond Kar?" Hayden questioned; admittedly confused by more jarring names.

"No, that's a different hold we just passed. Clar Karond is actually south past the Sea of Malice. Don't ask me about the names. It gives me a headache every time they're mentioned together. Bad enough that Karond Kar keeps sending their beastmasters there. There's now a rivalry between the two over who tames monsters the best." Alith murmured.

"But I'm afraid I'm going off-track. The best way to simply put is that crimes are punishable by death. Which is several. From murder to littering the streets, even. And at least once a year, they hold a ritual holiday called "Death Night". Long-story-short, anyone found on the streets is made a sacrifice and are gathered to the altars of the hag queens, whose youth are then replenished."

Doom Slayer clenched his fists in anger as listened on. It reminded him too much of the Khan Maykr and her "justifications" to sacrifice Humanity in order to fuel Urdak for an eternity. He was glad the bitch died by his hands. The only regret was leaving VEGA while demons run rampant in Urdak.

"VEGA..." He thought. "I'm sorry."

"How inhumane." Hayden coldly noted. Bitterness crept up as Doom Slayer noticed.

"If you thought that was bad, it used to run ten nights. Believe me."

"Doesn't matter. These people don't deserve to live. I am beginning to question the task Teclis has given us."

"As if I'm not in agreement!" Alith replied; anger rising in his throat. "Since the Sundering, I have laid waste to these savage beasts who dare touch my ancestral home with their twisted minds and plague my people with their cruelty! I would scorch these lands just to bring down their king than let him be on the throne!"

Doom Slayer shared his empathy with Alith and pounded his chest.

"I'd certainly be in agreement." Hayden added "However, we are bound to Teclis' promise - as well as your king's - to retrieve the Witch-King, despite our reservations. Even my patience grows thinner by the minute."

"Yes..." Alith murmured. "Just be warned. The place is crawling with Witches, Executioners and Khainite Assassins. Their leader is a particularly nasty individual. Crone Hellebron, Hag Queen of Har Ganeth and High-Priestess to the Bloody-Handed God."

"Know her well?"

"Indeed. Killed her sister, long ago." Alith bluntly stated. "She's insane but dangerous. Stay away from her as far as you can. She'll have you murdered the moment you enter her lands. Best you kill her before she does."

"I don't think he needs to be reminded. That's his hobby." Hayden pointed out. Doom Slayer pulled out his regular shotgun and cocked it in response.

"Fair enough." Alith noted. And with parted words, the crew made way for Har Ganeth. Where blood and wrath will be spilled on the streets. And the Slayer will stand on top of a mountain of corpses.


Har Ganeth

A berserker met his end as the Deathsword found its way to his chest. The witch elf dug her hand inside his cavity and pulled out his still-beating heart. The witch then kicked him off the walls; falling to his death as she raised the heart in the air.

"Defend the walls! Slaughter the enemy! Revel in the bloodshed! Praise to Kaela Mensha Khaine!" Praised the witch. All who stood with her screamed in delight and madness.

Crone Hellebron - Hag-Queen of Har Ganeth - parried a blow from another berserker with her Cursed Blade and skewered his head cleanly with her sword. The bloodlust was reaching its peak. So many Chaos worshippers swarming the walls like vermin and she would make sure they are thrown off her walls screaming to their deaths. Darkshards continue to harass the barbarians while stalling their invasions. Executioners backed them and prevented further reach. Hellebron continued killing the enemy with both of her blades.

"Dammit! Where are the reinforcements?!" She snarled. Another berserker came up from behind and attempted to strike from behind. He was thwarted as an executioner bisected him from the waist; both falling to the ground. Hellebron quickly snapped back only to find the favoured champion of Khaine close by.

"Tullaris! Splendid timing!"

"I sensed you were in trouble, My Lady!" Tullaris noted. "These barbarians are becoming more daring each day! They're throwing everything they have on us!"

"Dammit! Damn them all!" She cursed. "I sent messages to Malekith and I still have received no word from him! We need reinforcements!"

The fighting continued around them and both Khaine worshippers fought in tandem as the barbarians climbed over the walls. Skillful in their blades, the duo continued their assault and defended their territories with fervour. Together, they decimated their enemies like a tornado of blades. Each strike dealt with precision and skill. For no enemy could rival the mighty followers of Khaine.

Outside the walls, a Khornate champion watched in annoyance and anger as he saw his men slaughtered like lambs. His flesh hound sensed its master's wrath but ignored in favour of the harpy it was gnawing on.

"Witless fools! ALL OF THEM!" Arbaal yelled. Three days, this siege was going nowhere. The Hellcannons and monsters were doing nothing as the dark elves picked them off with ease.

A lieutenant walked up to him with impending news.

"Master, there is someone who would like to attend an audience with you."

Arbaal looked back at his subordinate with a raised eyebrow.

"Now? At this hour? Send them away! I have no time to meet words at this hour!"

"Master, it's the rats. They say they have been sent here by the Everchosen to aid us."

Arbaal groaned at the mention of them. Skaven. A weak and cowardly lot. He despised the vermin so much, he wouldn't dare collect their skulls in the name of Khorne. However, if the Everchosen had sent them his way, he could try to "tolerate" as much as he could.

"Fine. Retrieve them."

The lieutenant nodded and went back to gather the Skaven. Moments later, he returned with three of the rats. All of them shrouded in cloaks and daggers. The middle one especially walked up to Arbaal.

"Mighty Arbaal! Strong and fierce warrior man-thing! Everchosen has sent us and delivered us here to aid-help you!" The rat chittered. Arbaal was getting annoyed by the seconds. He made his demands clear.

"Make it quick! I have a siege to deal with and I have little patience with whatever you offer! Speak! Before I feed my flesh hound to your corpses!"

The two rats behind their leader hissed but the middle one had surprising patience.

"Forgive me, champion. We have sent skaven into strongholds. Placing bombs into walls. Walls go boom-boom. Elf-things don't know what hit-hurt them. Need more time to prepare."

A growl erupted in Arbaal's throat. However, he felt some sense of relief. The bombs will help hasten this siege soon. He hated to admit it, but the rats had their moments.

"...Fine. Get to work. I will be at the walls."

He kicked his spurs and his mount moved forward, leaving the three rats to themselves. Deep in the dark forest, a multitude of red eyes watched as their leader finished words with the champion of Khorne, before disappearing.

Skaven supremacy will come. And the Horned Rat watched with leering interest from the shadows of his realm.


Well, there you have it, folks! It's about time some characters get in the spotlight!

From Doom Slayer to Wulfrik to Hellebron to even the Skaven. Long time, since we've heard from the last one.

Scheming behind the scenes as usual.

Moving on, I hope this chapter makes up for the waiting time. Had a lot of trouble moving the story. It's a lot harder to write a naval battle scene than picturing it.

Again, I want to thank Malgrath for the help in naval combat. Despite it all, I still have trouble thinking if I did do justice on it or not.

Plus between finishing courses and writing Ao3 content, this was the most difficult chapter I had to brainstorm.

And Doom TAG2 which still I am hung up on after finishing it. Like...damn...

Anyways, I'll return again with another chapter! This time focusing on our beloved yandere GELF simp!

Stay tune for more!

EDIT: For those wondering, Wulfrik's just napping with the fishes. Also, just passed 666 followers! Number of the Beast!

Lastly, does anyone have an issues going to the forums? Lemme wknow because I'm still figuring out.