Those who heard rumor of this place called it the Forgotten City. Those who had discovered it, simply called it the Acropolis. In truth, it didn't matter what one called, at the end of the day, it was the same thing. A relic from the past, a slice of the old world that had been cultivated by the Ancient Civilization. It was a shard of the past that survived the Great Dragon War.

It hadn't just survived though, it had been revived, its wounds mended as the moss and grime had been swept away from the aged stone.

That was 'their' doing; the men and women who gathered around this shard of the past and chose to bring it back from the abyss.

Unfortunately, their reasons for doing so were for anything but the right reasons.

At least that was what one young man told himself.

Locked within the confines of one of the city buildings, he couldn't help throwing up; an iron stomach, something that had survived arduous adaptation to various substances and poisons was unable to hold itself together this time around. Bile held a deep tint of black and purple and red, obvious side-effects of what had been forcefully introduced into his system for these past couple weeks. Wasn't poison, just something else. Something that was making his body feel like hell, and his bones feel like they were snapping under the weight of a wandering Old Mountain. It felt like his heart was trying to burst and he was pretty sure he had a fever too. Still, that said the teen moved, forcing his screaming body to respond as he dragged himself towards the door and tried breaking the handle.

"By the Five, this would be so much easier if I was at 100%." He gasped for air as he weakly slammed his shoulder against the doorframe. "Hell, at this rate I'd settle for just 50%." He grumbled as he tried again before backing away and emptied his stomach again.

How many times had he thrown up now?

By the Five, it felt like his stomach should already be empty by now.

Actually how in the Five wasn't that thing empty by now? For these past couple days he could barely keep anything down to begin with.

"You know what, I actually don't want the answer to that." He muttered as he pressed himself against the door again and tried to force it open. "Come on… budge already…" He grumbled as he glanced outside his window to see the outside world.

There was a storm brewing in the distance, it looked like it was gonna be a bad one too. He used to like storms - rather he liked the rain it brought, not so much lately. Lately all this endless rain had done was lace itself with bad memories. Not only that, the rain felt wrong; violent, confused… scared almost. It wasn't the only one though; around the world, everywhere the rain touched, the people felt the same, as did the creatures. Problem was that most didn't really understand what was causing the disturbance. He did… or at least he thought he did.

"I don't like this."

Hearing a familiar voice the teen stopped, looking around before blinking. When he did someone - rather something stepped out the shadows and stared down at him. Even with the haze his mind was in he could still make out this creature rather easily.

"Oh, hey Fal." The teen muttered. "Not a good time, can you come back later?"

Fal stared at the youth as they tried moving on.

"This weather…"

The beast in his soul muttered.

"An omen, perhaps?

The beast made a noise.

"A sign of ill tiding perhaps."

"Honestly." The youth grumbled. "I don't care what it is." He admitted. "I just… want to get out of here."

"Can you?"

The Beast asked.

"In your condition, can you make it out?"

They asked.

"You can barely make it to the door."

The beast muttered as the youth just shook his head and tried to focus.

"Have a little faith in me, would you?" His counterpart 'frowned', though it disappeared a moment later, returning to a neutral expression as the teen clenched his heart as it threatened to jump out his chest. Irregular beating caused him to hunch over in pain as he took a moment to try getting it back under control. "D-damn it…" The youth choked out as he dropped to his knees. 'Come on… this is nothing… Pain is nothing new to you… you're a Hunter for fucks sake. You've been tackled by wyverns and hit by their elements. This is nothing compared to what you're used to.' He picked himself up again as his counterpart walked forward. Resting his claw under his jaw and forced him to look at its malice filled eyes.

"Hurts doesn't it, I can take over and let you rest if you like."

"No thanks." The hunter stated as he swiped at the claw, only for it to pass through the limb. "I got this." He told him. "Just sit back ok. I'll get us out of here."

"You get us out of here, in your condition?"

They remarked as they stared at him.

"Your mind is jumbled, your essence in crisis."

They told him.

"Let me take over. I can handle this."

"I let you out, this entire city will be leveled." The hunter remarked. "Rather not break everything just to get some fresh air."

"Put me at the helm."

Fal mutters.

"Unshackle my chains and rest."

It told him.

"I can take care of things from here."

"No." The hunter grumbled. "I know you can take care of things, but your methods are different from mine." The teen tried dislodging the door again, stopping only when he heard footsteps coming their way.

"Young Gales." A silk like voice called out as the Hunter frowned, taking the time to stare at the doorframe. "I know you're awake. Please step away from the door, I have something for you."

"I don't want whatever you have." He said through the door. "The last thing you guys gave me left me throwing up."

"I'd expect no less." The woman on the other side of the door stated. "But you have to trust me, you need to step away from this door immediately." The woman told him. "You're in grave danger."

"I'm a Hunter." He snarked weakly. "I'm in danger everytime I go outside."

"Well, you're not wrong." She muttered. "Still… unarmed and in a small room, not the best situation you'd want to be in when they come for you." She paused for a moment to let her words sink in.

"Who's coming for me?"

"Someone looking to put more poison in your system."Hearing the words Gales just stared ahead, his attention focused on the door before taking a breath.

"Please." That silk-like voice asked. "Step away from the door." After a moment of silence Gales did as requested, taking several steps back before balling his fists like he was ready for a fight, despite how bad his condition currently was.

A women stepped though, one with blue eyes and hair the color of snow; both signs that her bloodline could be traced back to the Ancient Civilization. It was something everyone in this city had, meaning they were all descendants of that ancient tribe. They called themselves the 'Lost Order'; and they composed themselves of both human and wyvernian - saw themselves as the rightful rulers of the Old World. If anything they were just a batch of cultists that wanted to return to the old ways. They followed the Ancient teachings, particularly the forbidden ones left behind by the Ancestors. The same that put the ancestors on the path they had tread down leading to the inevitable creation of the Equal Dragon Weapons, and a war that led to the near extinction of the People.

As for the Hunter, young Gales was a~ recruit(?), an acolyte (?)... let's go with conscript; after all he hadn't come here willingly. He'd been on a Hunt a few months prior with his team, though after getting abducted he hadn't seen them again. He doubted they were here though, rather he hoped - and at the same time knew - they weren't somewhere in these walls. All that he had seen to be recruited, all that were here shared a common trait, one that the rest of his team didn't. Hair the color of snow. Signs that their blood was 'pure'. More deeply related to members of the Ancient Civilization and not just their genetically improved warriors caste. In his case, his hair gradually went from black to white, though that was mostly due to the dye that was running thin. Something his master had him do to try hiding what was in his blood.

Well it didn't matter now, they found him, they knew what he was. They knew he was one of them… but that mattered little right now.

"I should warn." Gales grumbled. "I'm not scared to hit a woman."

"What a coincidence; neither am I." The lady admitted as Gales just shot her a look.

'Does she think I'm a girl!?' Shaking his head Gales made a face and stared ahead. "What do you want?"

"I want to help you." She stated as she reached into her robes and pulled something out. A vial. Drink this, it will help clean your system of what was put into you." Gales just raised an eyebrow

"I should believe you because~?"

"You want to get out of here right? Well, to do so, you'll need your strength." She told him, putting the vial in one of his hands. "And you don't have a lot of time." She added. She was probably right, the people were bound to check up on him soon, so he needed to get out of here as fast as he could.

Still.

"Why are you willing to help me?"

"That is Lady Calista's will." Was all she said and Gales just blinked.

"Who?"

"Instead of answering, the woman just turned away, breathed and glanced back. "You will find your blade in the armory. If you want it back, I recommend making your way there first." She told him before walking out. "I bid you good luck."

It didn't take long for Gales to be left alone, the woman disappearing as he just stared at the space she had previously occupied. A moment later he turned his attention to the vial and frowned. "What do you think?"

The beast in his soul didn't answer.

"Hey don't ignore me."

Still no response.

"Dick." He muttered before popping the cork on the vial and chugged the drink. "Ok~" He muttered. I don't feel any-" Before he could finish that sentence Gales found himself hunching over as he dropped the vial. His veins bulged, darkening to an almost pitch black as his normally cocoa skin took on a death like parlor and these dark vapers started to leave his form. "Oh… FUCK!" A moment later the changes on his form reversed as he found himself almost dropping to the floor before steading himself. "That is the last time I accept drinks from strangers." Gales grumbled as he steadied himself. "Ok, let me rephrase that; that's the last time I accept drinks from anyone who KIDNAPS ME!" He shouted before taking a breath, and stood straight. "But, I do feel better…" He admitted staring at his arm and made a fist several times. "A lot better." He muttered as he hopped in place a few times before shaking his head and turned to the door. "Ok, time to make a break for it." Gales muttered as he took off running.

He hadn't felt this good in weeks, felt like whatever was in his system had finally left him. Hopefully that was the case, and not that it was just suppressing his systems.

"I think he went this way."

"Damn." The hunter grunted as he stepped into a room to hide himself in. He watched as a group of people ran by him, stopping by the door to talk for a moment. Their armor was strange… and that was coming from a Hunter; someone who wore bone and hide and scale for a living creature. It was a solid metal, but unlike any steel that the smithies of the Hunters made use of. Had to guess it was probably a synthesis of different metals and ores that had been fused together thanks to Ancient Civilization Alchemy.

His eyes softened as he attention turned to a particular woman. "Luma…" He muttered Couldn't have been older than him, but she was dressed in the same armor as the other, and her eyes weren't the way they should be. A Lost Daughter that they had successfully 'awoken' to her true calling in life. "What did they do to you?"

"Showed her the truth."

The beast whispered as he stared at Luma for a moment as she and the group disappeared.

"Their Truth."

"Truth… Truth?" Gales growled, stepping out the room the Hunter turned down the direction he had previously been heading and continued to run. "The only truth I see is that they're unmaking us. Stripping us as our identity and replacing it with… something else." His doppelganger said nothing as his counterpart continued struggling down the hall. "Their ideal version of us, one dedicated to this madness."

"I agree."

Fal went silent

"Such a perversion of life, just like those that came before."

They muttered.

"Let me destroy them."

"I don't want to be you to destroy them." The Hunter stated as threw up again, another puddle of bile spreading itself on the floor as he gasped for breath.

"Then what do you want done to them?"

"I …" The hunter grumbled. "I don't know, ok?" He followed his counterpart as the ghost walked in front of him. "I don't want them to change me, but I don't know how to deal with them, not yet." He muttered. "I'm… I'm me. I'm a Hunter. And I will never be a member of some cult that wants to take over the world."

"Well said."

The beast whispered.

"They lay claim to a world they believe the world to be their own. They aim to subjugate those who tread across it like their ancestors did so long ago."

They paused.

"If they succeed… the dragon war will begin again, and this time, none of the people will survive it."

"Then we can't let that happen." The hunter whispered. "We can't let them continue this, and we can't let them reproduce the Forbidden Act." Fal growled at the words. "That was what started the war right? The death of uncounted dragons in order to create the Wyvern Machine Soldiers." The Hunter stated as he made his way to another room and hid as a few others ran past.

"We can't let them repeat history."

"Those who repeat history are doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past."

The Beast whispered in his mind.

"Let me raze this city to the ground, I will ensure such a tragedy does not repeat itself."

"You're not taking over." The Hunter hissed as he turned back to his shadow. "I'm at the helm, let's keep it that way." The teen muttered as he looked back ahead and took a breath and walked.

"For now…"

The Hunter frowned before sniffing the air.

"There you are." The teen muttered as he dragged himself further on before reaching another room. Looked like he hit the main chamber, and like the rest of the interior it was well maintained, as if the elements had chosen to forget about this place. His eyes turned, taking sight of a treasure of some sort, an absolutely gigantic chunk of refined blue crystal. It was probably as big as his old house. Then again this citadel within the Ancient City was more a palace than anything. "Got pretty far, now I just need to get out of here." The Hunter muttered as he reached behind him and grabbed his weapon of choice; a greatsword he called Gandora. It wasn't just his greatsword he had on him either. He also had his Slinger, his Ropecaster, his carving knife and even his Light bowgun Fangbreaker. "Just need to sneak out the front door and… get across the city…" He muttered, taking a moment to breathe before stepping forward. "Well, ain't gonna get to safer lands just standing here."

"You always make it sound so easy." The hunter froze as he heard the voice behind him. "But given that you made it this far, I really wouldn't be surprised if you made it out."

"Abel…" Abel Helmwind just stood at the wall, arms crossed as he stared at the other teen. Abel… he was the Hunter's former teammate, the one responsible for getting him in this situation to begin with. A Brother of the Lost Order, a spy that had been sent into the Hunter's ranks in search of other Lost Sons and Daughters. Of the Brothers, Abel had the purest bloodlines tracing back to the Ancient Civilization, which manifested as his hair being pure white.

Just like Gales would be once the dye runs out.

"It's been a while, Gales." Abel stated as he stepped away from the wall. "How long has it been, a few weeks, a couple months?" He asked before taking a breath. "Gotta say, it's hard to tell when there's nothing but clouds and rain outside."

"Yeah…" Gales muttered as he took a breath and gripped his greatsword. "What are you doing here?" Abel shrugged.

"I was waiting for you."

"You knew I'd come here." Gales muttered.

"Considering you somehow managed to escape your room, I figured your first objective would be to get your stuff back." Abel admitted as he walked across from his counterpart. "Still, you look better than you did earlier. What happened?"

"Rather not say." Gales admitted as Abel made a noise.

"I guess it doesn't matter." Abel muttered as he held out his hand. "Either way, I'm here to lead you back to your room."

"Yeah~ that's not going to happen." Gales muttered as he tightened his grip on his blade and pulled it off his back. "I don't know what you guys are doing, but I don't want any part of it."

"That's unfortunate." Abel muttered as he pulled at one of his two longswords. "But I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter."

"Like hell I don't." Gales muttered. "Get out the way Abel. I'm leaving."

"If you plan to, you have to grow through me." Neither made a move for a moment just staring at each other.

"What is this about Abel?" Gales asked after a moment. "What is all of this about; why are you guys doing this?"

"We do what is necessary for the betterment of the world."

"This is for the betterment of the World? You're going to start another Great Dragon War. Why can't you see that?" Abel stayed silent, shaking his head before looking at his counterpart again. "You were a great hunter, you saw and experienced our ways… you changed. That's why, I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me what you're doing isn't wrong."

"… What we're doing isn't wrong little Brother." Abel refused to meet his gaze.

"And you believe that?"

"I…" Abel paused as he looked at the Hunter's eyes before looking away for a moment. That second of hesitation however was all the Hunter needed. Showed him that Abel… wasn't just 'theirs' anymore. He'd changed in the time they had known each other.

"Help me get out of here Abel… please. We still have a chance to stop this. If we tell the Hunters Guild, we can stop them. We don't have to become their weapons."

"Gales… brother… I wish you could understand. You and I are not weapons… We're-"

"We're what?" gales cut him off. "If you really see me as your brother, tell me why we have to do this?" Abel didn't respond for a moment before reaching a hand out.

"You don't understand… and sometimes I don't either… I don't understand why it had to be you instead of anyone else. But maybe that's why you are the same as me."

"What do you mean?" Abel stayed silent as he lowered his offered hand and took a breath.

"If you want to leave I will have to get in your way, you know." Abel grumbled as he reached behind his back and pulled out that longsword his hand was hovering over.

"I know…" Abel might as well have been fired from a bowgun; in seconds he was on the Hunter as the teen suddenly countered with his own blade and knocked the weapon away. He followed it up with his own swing as Abel countered with the blade on his off hand and regained his balance, but not before countering the next swing and stepped forward before backflipping to avoid the next swing. He threw one of his blades as Gales dodged, letting the weapon embed itself into a wall as he made to charge.

Abel was already on him, blade already slamming into the massive greatsword as Gales blocked and grabbed the edge of his weapon before pushing forward, letting his weapon cut into the ground as Abel dodged by flipping over the weapon and landed behind his opponent before stabbing backwards as Gales just followed his swing and turned around before blocking. Raising a fist he swung it at his opponent only for them to catch it and redirect it downward as Gales twisted his blade, holding it in a reverse grip as he swung it upward and Abel dodged by stepping to the side and then backwards.

"Well, where did all this come from?" Abel asked as Gales charged, swinging his blade several times as Abel just blocked each strike.

"I've been practicing since we ran into those Rippers a few months ago." Abel deflected one last blade before retrieving his second weapon and kept his distance.

"I see, so I'm not the only one who tried learning a thing or two from those engagements." Abel muttered. "Speaking of things I've learned…" Before Gales could blink Abel swung his blade down and into the earth as a trail of fire started to race forward. Without warning Gales moved, throwing himself to the side as the fire wave slammed into a wall and created this impression that looked almost like a jagged burning tree.

"I'm sorry, what the hell?!" Without warning Abel was already on Gales, swinging that sword of his as Gales blocked with his greatsword. "Fire… how can you…" Gales muttered as he saw part of his blade start to heat up where the flames were coming from, before he ended up knocking Abel away. "Arcane…"

"Correct." Abel went sliding back, recovered and threw himself back at his target. "A gift granted by Transcendence." The teen muttered as he turned, the other blade coming out as Gales ended up blocking a flurry of blazing strikes sent his way.

"When the hell did you learn to use Arcane?" Gales jumped back, a burn-like scar forming on his blade only to disappear moments after.

"The Rippers we faced." Abel muttered as he charged, jumped and came down on Gales like a flaming saw-blade with both his blades, while Gales held his ground, and blocked them both with his weapon. "No doubt you remember them, those men and women who possessed the powers of monsters?" Abel hit the ground and rolled before turning, his left blade being swung as he created a wall of flames that seemed to consume Gales for a moment before they were batted elsewhere thanks to his greatsword. "Even though we managed to round them up, they left behind quite a few documents suggesting how humans can harness a monster's abilities. Such as the Rite of Channeling." Gales flinched as Abel sheathed one of his blades and adopted a stance better suited for one blade. "I simply retrieved those documents and our order decided to make use of them myself. He stepped forward, his blade burning the air as he kept Gales on the defensive. " I have to say I'm quite pleased with the results."

"Why would you do that?" Gales blocked a strike and ducked under the next one, swinging his sword backwards to knock Abel's legs out from under him without actually cutting them off, only for the young man to jump over the swing. Somehow create a second jump before dropping down on Gales head. "Why would you give yourself monster genes like they did, why would you let a beast reside in your soul?"

"Because we're going to need them." Abel missed his strike as Gales grabbed hise blade and rolled, kicking Abel backwards only for the youth to roll and stab his blade into the ground as it released this small flaming trail.

"The Order's mission is to reclaim the world, and in order to do that, we have to defeat the dragons." Abel picked himself up and pulled his blade from the ground. "To do that we need power; and if we have to steal it from the beasts themselves, so be it." Abel didn't press his attack as Gales just looked at him.

"Damn it Abel, what the hell are you thinking?!" He shouted. "…You're kidnapping people, continuing to make those horrid Wyvern Machine Soldiers and you're letting a beast settle in your soul?" He bit his lips. "This is crazy; if you do this, you'll start a Second Great Dragon War. Can't you see that?"

"I do." Abel admitted. "But in the end it doesn't matter." He whispered as he pointed his blade forward. "I have to play my part." He stated. "That's all I know how to do."

"Abel…"

"As for the beast in my soul… as you put it." Abel shrugged. "Well, it seems… content to follow." He paused. "What about yours?" That got a response from Gales as he flinched. Hearing the apparent beast inside him start to growl.

"You knew."

"I learned about it the day we met with that Wyvernian Elder." Abel admitted. "Remember, he told us that as descendants of Wyverns, his people lost nearly all of their ancestors' innate abilities, but they still possess their ancestors' predatory instincts and ferocity buried just under the surface." He reminded Gales as his freehand tapped the spot under his eye. "Half breed or not, you are of Wyvernian blood. As such, there's little doubt you would have a 'beast' resting within you as well." He stated.

"A good assumption." Gales muttered as he took a breath as he put his blade over his shoulder as Abel lunged. Gales retaliated by dodging to the side and brought his greatsword down into the earth as he cracked it open. "And in the end you're right." A fist slammed into Abel's face as he went flying across the room and out the door, breaking it and continued his flight. The moment he recovered found that Gales was walking out with his sword again on his shoulder as he breathed as his veins seemed to start pronouncing themselves an his skin turned first to red , and then to purple. come off his form.

"Letting him out huh?" Abel asked as he wiped his jaw. "No… not yet." He muttered as he saw Gales start to press forward. The moment he was in range Abel moved, dodging a sword swing that would have split him in half had it connected. A second later it twisted to the side and he had to duck to avoid the massive blade that nearly ripped him in half even though the back of the weapon was coming at him instead of its edge. Another dodge and he turned, throwing a hand forward as flames suddenly burst from it.

The roaring flames ripped across the chamber as they scorched the wall, turning the brickwork red as Abel ducked to avoid a backhand.

"I've seen this before…" Abel vanished as Gales jumped back, and kicked off the ground hard enough that it cracked under his heel and got some needed distance before racing forward. Abel lunged, charging at his old friend, returning the gesture ands they continued their exchange. Neither noticed the woman eyeing the pair, nor did they notice that chunk of crystal starting to glow slightly.

Elsewhere

"Has there been any sighting of him yet?"

"No Master Lucio, not yet." Lucio sighed slightly as he looked out at the storm for a moment. "But he couldn't have gone far, he's still recovering from the previous trial… still I must say I'm surprised. I wasn't expecting him to be able to move as he has while still undergoing his metamorphosis."

"He is as strong as Abel. I'm not surprised." The man stated as he pulled himself from his seat and started walking out his quarters, his counterpart following right behind him.

"Still I wish he would let go of the false ideals and let us help him. We simply wish to show him the truth."

"He is young, and he has spent his entire life being trained in the corrupted ways. To know he's holding onto them as tightly as he does just shows how rooted they are in his mind."

"What shall we do?"

"Simply give him time. Part of him already accepts what we must do, the rest simply fights it. When he stops fighting us, that will be when the truth can be shown to him." The leader of the Lost Order said in a somber almost fatherly tone before looking to his companion.

"But -"

"Did you not struggle as well before the truth was exposed to you? It took awhile for you to understand what was happening to this world."

"Yes, but I was not like him or Abel. They are special."

"We are all special, Brother; we have the right to correct the world, bring it back onto the correct path." Lucio stated. "But first… we must make small steps. Find our still lost sons and daughters, and show them the right way. That is our Kaiser's will."

With Gales and Abel

Gales stumbled as he blocked another flurry of strikes while Abel pressed his assault. At one point though he dodged, slipping out of Abel's range before he twisted, bringing Gandora back in several arcs before bringing the sword down upon Abel's blades and and started to press him. Abel blocked, countered and retaliated with an equal level of force and vigor.

"Your adaptability never ceases to amaze me." Abel muttered as he spun, dodging another blade strike and countered. "Even after what's been done to you, you still fight so well."

'He doesn't know about what that woman did for me…' The Hunter thought as he blocked, twisting his body in a full circle as he continued to exchange blows with his opponent. Left, right, overhead, rising, each blow he went for was meant with equal force despite the obvious weight difference between their choice of weapons. He grabbed one of Abel's weapons as it cut into his palm before pulling it to the side and tackled him. 'Best let him keep thinking that.'

"How did you suddenly recover so much?" Abel questioned as he vanished, appearing behind the Hunter as Gales turned and started to move before stopping. A hand going to his chest as he collapsed to one knee.

"S-shit? What the?" He noticed that those pronounced veins were turning black as his skin took this pale color. 'I guess that stuff really was just suppressing the symptoms…'

"I guess that means you're done." Abel muttered as he took a moment to check his longswords, seeing all the bruises and wounds that it had taken in their short number of exchanges. Even if they weren't meant to be used for defense, it still never ceased to amaze him how much punishment these things could take. "And not a moment too soon. Anymore and my blades would without a doubt break."

"S-shame." The Hunter admitted as he forced himself to stand and started to wobble. "A damn shame" Gales muttered as he continued gripping his chest with his free hand. "Breaking weapons isn't really my thing, but I'm willing to make an exception this time around."

"I can understand that sentiment…" Abel muttered as he sheathed one of his longswords and started walking forward. "Still, as entertaining as this was, our fights over, its time to go back."

"No thanks."

"Again, that's not your choice to make."

"Abel…"

"Plan B."

Both teens jumped as they heard the voice. Abel reacting more on instinct to turn in order to strike something that was coming at him. The moment he cut it in half the sphere exploded into a consuming cloud of smoke "A smoke bomb?"

"Who threw that?" A hand tore through the smoke as Gales found a figure walking up to him and lifting him up. "You're the woman from before…" The woman in question just raised a finger to her lips in this shh-ing manner and started to carry him away from the smoke and towards the crystal. "What are you?" Without a word she grabbed his hand and pressed it against the crystal, the glow it had starting to become noticeably stronger than before. "What the-"

"Try to hold onto your guts."

Elsewhere

Lucio paused as he watched the light that began to shine through the lower chambers, his expression shifting from surprise to seriousness as he began to step forward. "What the - this light, what is it?"

"After so many years of sleeping, it's finally waking back up." Lucio muttered as he made his way down the stairs as the others followed. "Come our Brother and Lost Son should be there."

"Master Lucio what is going on?"

"This is the light of a doorway finally opening."