Authors notes- Hey guys, hope you are doing well and are having a wonderful day, or night. A few things I wanted to bring up, I feel like my writing has been lacking. I've been making mistakes that I shouldn't be making. Looking back on the past few chapters, I've missed a few things here and there. However, I've came to the decision of leaving it. I keep it as a reminder to do better. Also to drive home the point I should only release the very best and something I'm happy with. It may seem lazy, but I hope I got my reasoning for leaving it, if I ever come back to this project after finishing it, I'll do a rewrite and fix it. However, I want to follow through with this story. I appreciate you all for sticking through and give this story the time of day. Much love !!! Please, enjoy the chapter.

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Chapter 8- Race For The Golem

Cathy let out a small shiver due to the cold night air. After they said goodbye to Zhalia, the Huntik team decided to carry on with the assignment. After much research back in the library in Venice. They had started off the hunt to the graveyard where Judas Lore put the golem to rest.

While the Huntik team was walking through the graveyard, Sophie found it best to give Cathy a refresher of the golem. Cathy tried her best to pay attention, however after reading it several times over she wasn't really interested in hearing the oral version of the legend.

Her mind was on other things, like when Zhalia mentioned the fact the Professor was rumored to have mind control powers. She couldn't help but think about how she wanted that to be true. While cruel, it was also a simple fix to get her brother back. Break the control, and she would get her brother back.

She still had chills thinking about how her brother looked at her, the hidden intent of hostility in his charm. She remembered her littler brother being so warm hearted, so intrigued by the littlest of things. His smile filled with happiness, and wonder. He was also so shy when meeting new people.

Sophie had mentioned the interaction she had when meeting her brother, not to mention she was blushing heavily while retelling the events of their interaction. She was horrified when Sophie told her he had given her advice for her next life.

Also how he mentioned how his friend, she used the word friend loosely. A man by the name of Wilder said his spell impale said it was a real gut buster. Cathy went a little bit pale at the mention of that. Did her brother already have blood on his hands ?

The way he tried to take her life, also had her worried. Both Sophie and her own, almost taken in mere moments. The foot long spike that was made by his own design. She wished and hoped that this man, the man who shared her brother's face and name, was not the new permanent version of her brother.

She was pulled from her thoughts as she realized they had stopped in front a tombstone. Nothing seemed all that special about it. Before she could say her piece a snap of a twig had everyone spin around behind them. Standing a few feet away was Zhalia, wearing her ever so signature frown. Cathy could swear her face was permanently stuck like that from a curse.

Sophie immediately went on the defensive at the sight of the blue haired seeker. "What are you doing ? Stalking us now are we ?" She asked, not bothering to hide her distrust from everyone.

Dante quickly raised a hand, turning back to his two teammates. "Hold on every one, I asked her to meet us here." He stated in his natural calm tone. Somehow, the man's words came out firm, yet gentle. As any good leader should.

"Prague is a very dangerous place." Zhalia stated in a playful tone. A small grin adorned her face as she took a few steps towards Dante standing a few feet away from the man. Crossing her arms, she gave Sophie a teasing grin. "Foundation members should really stick together."

Sophie simply rolled her eyes as she looked down at the tombstone in front of them. Cathy joined next to her, as they looked over the tombstone. Pulling out her father's journal she looked over what remained of the book.

"There isn't much of the notes left, however the word truth was mentioned a few times from what I could remember." Cathy showed the pages to Sophie, hopefully Lady Casterwill could make more sense of the pages.

"Of course, this isn't dirt." Sophie's hand immediately went to the material in front of the tombstone, taking a handful of what was once thought to be dirt. "It's clay, and the golem was brought to life by the word truth." She said as she began to put the clay over the tombstone.

Zhalia rolled her eyes as she let out a small sigh. "I don't think now is the time to be playing in the dirt. It's not going to do anything." She claimed as was about to reach out until Dante put a gently hand on here. Holding her back ever so slightly.

"Now hang on, just watch." Dante let a small smile form on his lips. Watching his two students take their first steps to becoming true seekers. After a few moments Sophie drew the symbol of truth on the tombstone using the clay.

A few moments after, the secret passage in front of the tombstones opened reveling a pathway. "Being a seeker is like being a doctor, if you assume the worst in someone. You will miss diagnose something." Dante said as his eyes shifted over the line wolf. "Or someone." His tone not angry or upset, he almost sounded like a teacher trying to give a life lesson.

Zhalia kept her mouth shut, as if to not acknowledge his statement. However, a small tinge of a smirk formed at her lips. Without saying a word the four began to head down the passage way. Sophie and Cathy giving a small high-five to each other in a small celebration of their thinking and figuring out the puzzle.

Unbeknownst to the Huntik team, on the other side of the graveyard was a small team consisting of Lok, Tony, and James. Antonio or just Tony for short was a man with rich tan skin. With chestnut slicked back hair, complimented by dark brown eyes. He was a passionate individual to say the least. The fury of an italian, and the passion of a latino. As he would always say, taking the aspects of his mother and father.

His teammate was James, James was a silent type of guy. Pale complexion, silvered hair, and gray eyes. He would ether be reading, writing poetry, or brewing some kind of coffee for Tony to try. The two complimented each other, James to calm Tony and prevent the man from exploding, and for Tony to make James live a little. It was quite the sight at gatherings.

"So, that's the girl huh ? What do you call her again ? Problem girl or trouble girl ?" Tony asked pulling a pair of night vision binoculars from his face. Turing to the blonde who was next to him. Leaning back against a tree on the outskirts of the graveyard.

Lok shrugged his shoulders, looking back at him. A grin forming on his face. "Ether or, just depends on how I'm feeling. I like to change it up." He kicked himself off the tree and stood next to Tony. Placing a hand on his shoulder. "Let's get ready to move in. James you ready to go?"

James looked up from the book he was currently reading. With a simple nod, he folded the corner of the page he was currently reading and placed the book in his jacket pocket. "Let's move."

The three men proceeded to the entrance of the secret pathway. As they came closer to the entrance they met up with Grier and Defoe, after a few moments Jenna and Owen made their way to the entrance as well.

"Now remember, we want the information to find the titan Metagolem. Unfortunately the elimination of Dante Vale and his team had to take secondary priority." Defoe stated with a frown on his face. His lackluster tone to his statement driving home his point of not liking the situation.

Lok merely rolled his eyes, thankful for the sunglasses on his face. Seeing a top operative basically pouting like a child. It rubbed him the wrong way, to say the least. "Now then let's move." Defoe ordered the group down the pathway.

The group followed the steps inside the tunnel, as they reached the bottom of the steps, something stuck out to Lok. small devices, no bigger than a marbles were scattered around the floor. He reached down and picked one of them off the ground.

Holding the small device to his face and examined it, every few seconds the device flashed bright red. He clenched it in his hand until he heard a small crack followed by a hiss.

Opening his palm as scraps of metal clanked to the ground. The soft echos of the trashed metal filled the tunneled walls, cutting through the eerie silent night air. "Well there went our element of surprise." The blonde huffed to himself. A few moments passed until a playful grin formed on his lips. "Well, stealth was just an option.

Cathy was following behind her group taking in the sights of her first secret tunnel. "I'm amazed that something like this hasn't been discovered before." She stated to the group as she shined a light over the ancient stone walls around her.

"Well, the Huntik foundation and the Organization both play a part in keeping things like this under wraps." Dante stated as he looked down at his watch. A small frown formed on his lips. "Let's hurry, step on the lighter parts of the floor. No time to explain." Dante commanded taking the lead.

quickly following orders they began to make their way over to the door. Just before they reached the end of the pathway a familiar voice called out. "Running off so soon?" A youthful cold voice called out playfully.

Cathy and crew froze, shifting her weight slightly Cathy spun around and met eyes, or in this case sunglasses. Of her younger brother. Cathy's throat ran dry as she tried to find the words to say. Unfortunately, she couldn't find anything. However, Sophie beat her to it. "Lok, what are you doing here?" She questioned rather hostility.

Lok merely tilted his head to the side as organization suits began to fill the room keeping to one side of the room. "It's a pretty simple concept, you guys are getting something we want. We want to stop you." He gently began to take a few steps towards the center of the room. Keeping his steps slow and even. Making sure to step on the lighter parts of the floor.

Letting out a deep sigh Lok rolled his neck slowly, the popping of the joint filled the room. Bouncing off the walls, it filled the room with a slight sense of eeriness. "Now then, shall we get this party started ?" A bright smile came to his lips. He quickly raised his hands in front of him. "Touchram!" He shouted as a yellowish glow shot from his finger tips. Making sure to aim the spell at the floor in front of the Huntik team.

Dante reacted as any elite seeker would, using swift and fluent movements he easily avoided the attack. Jumping back the other side of the room. Quickly engaging with the organization suits.

Zhalia, much like Dante moved with an agile grace. Flipping her self away from the attack, that was quickly followed by chunks of clay. After she finished a series of flips she lands perfectly on her feat. She let out a scoff, brushing off her shoulder. "Too easy." She said to her self, following Dante's lead to go on the offensive.

Sophie managed to recover after dust and small debris almost knock her off her feet. Quickly recovering, she makes her way towards the arrogant blonde to finish what they had started back on the rooftops of Venice. That was until she heard a familiar voice call out in panic.

Turing around, she was looking at a sinking Cathy. Unfortunately for the Lambert sister, the spell was casted closest to her feet. The spell must have knocked her back into the trap. Sophie quickly made her way towards Cathy. Trying her best to not fall into the trap her self.

"Quickly, take my hand!" Sophie called out, finally making her way towards the trapped seeker. Before Cathy could reach for the life line. A black leather glove grabbed Sophie's wrist. Before Sophie could cry out in shot, she felt her sense of gravity shift. As she felt her body being thrown off a sturdy shoulder.

Refocusing her self, she shifted her weight into a froward flip, landing on her feet she spun around and came face to face with a grinning Lok. She quickly raised her arms to block a right hook that was aimed for her face. Keeping the arm locked in with her grip. She glared at the smiling boy before her.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips. "Now now problem girl, you have bigger things to worry about." Giving her light shove, he pushed her back a step. Using the moment to press on the attack. A series of boxing style jabs began to strike at her. Sophie was having trouble moving backwards and dodging, a slight trail of sweat began to run down the side of her temple. However, the thing that irritated her to now end. Was the fact the Lok was smiling, as if he wasn't even trying to actually strike her.

Cathy could only watch in horror as she saw her friend being attacked relentlessly by her brother. She shut her eyes tight and clenched her teeth hard. She hated this feeling, feeling useless. She didn't want to be a liability, she was a seeker damn it. Yes a seeker in training, but still.

She was pulled from her inner thoughts as a shadow was casted in front of her. Looking up she sees the creepy smile of Defoe. He gently reached his hand out, as if he was waiting for something. "The journal, if you would be so kind." He stated, a playful tone glazed his words. If Cathy could she would have spat at him.

Feeling irritated, she pulled the remains of the journal from her bag and held it up to him. A playful smile of her own formed on her lips. "Sorry, I would. However, your goon patrol damaged it real good." Feeling a small sense of joy seeing the man's face turn from a cocky grin to a violent scowl.

"No matter, we will just get the key. Then the Golem." He left her to her fate. Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out an amulet. Holding it above his head a red light began to shine from the amulet. "Go, get the key. Kreutalk!" At his command, a man sized green manta ray with human arms, and five eyes. Four in the shape of a square and a fifth big eye above the four small eyes flew deeper into the tomb.

Defoe turned back to Cathy and gave her a grin. "Now then, be a good little Huntik seeker and die." He turned around and began to make his way over to Dante. He was getting a life long goal accomplished today. That was until the voice of Cathy made him stop in his tracks.

"What have you done to my brother you creeps!" Her voice filled with rage as she called out to him. Demanding answers. If she was to die, she was at least of wanting to find out what happened. However, she only got more enraged as Defoe gave her a confused expression. "I haven't a clue what you are on about."

He gave her a sneer as he reached down and patted her head. However, with the last pat on her head he pushed her down deeper in the clay pit. "Besides, you have bigger things to worry about." Letting out a howl of laughter, he stoped as her chin almost sank below the clay.

He laughed even harder as she screamed at him, cursing his name to hell and back. As for the ever arrogant Defoe, he simply couldn't be bothered. Making his sights on Dante, he grinned even harder. "Now back to what I was doing." He stated, his words dripping with venom.

Zhalia was many things, experienced seeker, master of disguise, and an excellent poker player. Many of people left bankrupt at tables, much to their dismay and her delight. However at this current moment, she wasn't having much of a showing.

"You could use some work in hand to hand." She said playfully, as she ducked under a punch thrown by Owen. As she ducked under the swing she reached behind her and grabbed a handful of the man's hair. With a slight grunt she yanked his hair and slammed him on his back. His head making a sicking thud on the ground. He could only let out a groan as his world was rocked.

Zhalia had to react quickly as Jenna was on the attack, she let out a roar and sent a kick to Zhalia's head. Expecting this, she blocked the kick with her right hand. Reaching up she locked the suit's leg with an iron grip. Zhalia used her right leg and swept Jenna's left foot off the ground. As she made contact with the floor Zhalia fell forward driving her fist into her face. With a loud wack, Jenna lay on the ground, unmoving.

"Well now, you two made a pretty decent warm up." Zhalia stated to the downed suits. She ran her hand through her hair and let out a scoff. "Now, if you will excuse me. I have to go babysit." She said turning to the fight between Sophie and Lok.

From her point of view, it seemed like the Casterwill girl was holding her own. However, looks can be deceiving. Letting out sigh she held her hand out in front of her. For a split moment it was pointed at Sophie, she didn't let her intrusive thought win however. "Ray pulse."

Sophie was getting winded, she had lost track of time. How long have they been at this ? Her arms began to burn, she had been using them to block and try some sort of offense. She tried everything, kicks, jabs, grapples, and even elbow strikes. It seemed the blonde in front of her had a counter for everything. She felt as if she was being studied, every move she made she could almost see him take a mental note.

She would adjust her stance, he would adjusted accordingly. Every time she would go to cast a spell he would rush in. Keeping her from casting as something as simple as a bolt flare. If she tried to get some distance, he would close the gap. It was as if he was just testing the waters. It seemed like Lok was keeping a good pace with her. However she could see his blonde bangs beginning to stick to his forehead. She was making him sweat, far from what had happened in their last encounter.

Realizing she was breathing a little too hard for comfort, she went in for a left jab only for it to be blocked yet again. Quickly she shot her right elbow forward and aimed for his chin. Sadly that strike was also blocked, her elbow was locked in place as her arm suddenly got shoved behind her back. Her free hand immediately went to clutching her shoulder. Trying to ease the pain in the joint, the sound of slightly heavy breathing was now in her right ear.

"Damn it problem girl, you sure do have a lot of stamina." Lok's voice was playful, however you could easily hear a slight sense of annoyance hidden beneath it. She could feel his chest rising up and down against her back. His heat beating at a slightly higher rate than what someone would consider normal.

Letting go of her shoulder, she reached behind her and grasp a handful of his hair. " I suppose I should say thank you for the compliment." She teased at him before shifting her weight and pulling on his hair to pull him over her shoulder. As she began the moment, she heard a small bang and felt her self get shoved forward. Her face roughly hitting the ground.

Taking a moment to gather her self together, she felt weight on top of her. Realizing Lok was laying dead weight on her, she shuffled her self from under him. After she made her escape, she got up and looked at the downed boy. He was unmoving, the smell of burn flesh filled her nose. Looking at his back was a hole, the size of a softball on his back. The skin was a deep red, the silk vest appeared to have fused a little with burn flesh of his wound. Smoke was smoldering off the fresh wound still, as a small groan came from his lips.

Looking up in front of her was a smug Zhalia, her arms crossed. "You're welcome." She simple stated as she charged towards Dante and his now four opponents. Sophie felt her cheeks turn red, her pride simply wouldn't stand Zhalia's smug attitude towards her skill. Looking towards Cathy who was still stuck in the trap, she began to sprit towards her.

As Cathy managed to get her arm out she held it up to tell Sophie to wait. "Hang on, I'll be fine. Go help Dante!" She yelled out to her. Sophie wanted to protest however Cathy wasn't having it. "One of their titans is already heading for the key. Stop them and then we can get the key from the titan." Sophie couldn't help be think of the simple logically move. Giving her a stiff nod, she made her move to go help Dante and begrudgingly Zhalia as well.

As Cathy watched as Sophie made her way to the fight she couldn't help but think she might have made a mistake. She couldn't think of much of a way to get out of the pit. "Come on Cathy think, think." She said out loud. Racking her brain of what to do an idea came to her mind as she remembered what she had done that morning to the blonde suit. She began to move her feet slowly, taking a deep breath she cleared her mind. " Hyper stride !" She called out with authority, she kicked her legs harder. Feeling the clay swirl around her legs, unable to keep her legs bounded. She managed to pull her self up a few more inches.

Looking down at her self she smiled as her amulet that was around her neck was now free from the clay as well. "Come on Freelancer!" She yelled out as the familiar golden glow emerged from the amulet. Standing before her on the safety of the ledge was her trusted Freelancer. "Hey big guy, give me a hand would you ?" She asked the titan sweetly holding out her free hand.

Freelancer slammed his lance into the floor. Using his smaller hand it gently clasped around Cathy's hand. He began to gently pull her out of the clay and place her on her feet. She began to get all the goop and clay off her clothes. After her attempt of a quick cleaning, she looked up to Freelancer and gave him a thumbs up. "I appreciate it big fella." Turning towards her friends, who were fighting the organization. Another idea came to her mind. "Follow me Freelancer, I have an idea." She stated as the titan nodded at her.

Dante was holding his own, Grier was a challenging opponent to say the least. He was well disciplined, strong willed. Why he was working for Defoe was beyond him. The two suits, a slivered haired man named James, and a brown haired man named Antonio. Who Grier had generously provided the names while giving them orders.

Dante wasn't one to lie, once all three of them began to attack it was difficult. Then once Defoe entered into the picture, Dante had to go pure defensive mode. Thankfully Zhalia and Sophie had shown up to lighten the load. Dante however still was having trouble with the two leaders of this squad. Grier was an offensive monster, even if he was to block an attack Grier made him pay for the contact alone.

Defoe wasn't much of a fighter, if he had to give Defoe any sort of credit. It was the fact he was an opportunist, taking any chance of a window in his defense to land a blow on him. With the lion of Grier keeping him busy, the snake Defoe would coil and strike. He was trying to think of a plan when all of a sudden the word charge could be heard.

All eyes turn to the voice as Cathy was rushing into the fray. With her titan barring its shield forward. Before anyone could react, the speed of Freelancer was on full display as he slammed his shield into James and Tony, ramming them into a side wall. Dante and his team now had Grier and Defoe surrounded.

"Well Defoe, seems like you are in a bit of a sticky situation. Don't worry, we will humbly accept your surrender." Dante said applying the Vale charm that appeared all too natural. Defoe's face turned into an angry scowl, before a small grin.

Suddenly Freelancer was sent forward to the ground, his back covered in a bright green ooze. Steam was rising off the titans back as it struggled to get up. Before Cathy could call out to her titan she was tackled to the ground by Sophie as a blue orb of energy blew past where her head was. Sophie and Cathy both look to where a panting Lok was on one knee, his sunglasses pulled down to the bridge of his nose. Sweat poring down his face, after a hiss he got to his feet.

Zhalia went to engage before strong arms got her in a full Nelson hold. Looking back she saw Owen, a proud look on his face. "In front of you." He told her, as he did she looked forward. Jenna began to charge towards her, he two hands clasped together. "Dragon fist!" Jenna called out as her hands became covered in a yellow light and red lighting sparking from the light as well. Before Zhalia could move the stick made contact with the side of her face.

As she saw a bright white light, she felt her self going airborne. The taste of blood tingling her taste buds. She only registered the pain as she roughly hit the ground, she tried to move only for her body to punish her for the foolish idea.

Dante was only barely able to dodge the titan Kreutalk as it flew past his head. Carrying a small gold object, it spun around Defoe and placed the key in his hand. "Good job Kreutalk, and might I say a wonderful shot on the titan there." He reached up and rubbed the titans head, its fifth eye closed for a moment as a small sound came from its throat.

James and Tony made their way back to the group, followed by a not so happy Lok as well. "Now then Dante, what was that about a surrender?" Defoe's smile was that of pure glee. He had everything, the key and the Huntik team at his mercy. "Lok, Grier, let's go." Defoe stated as he began to make his way to the exit.

Grier nodded and made his way to follow, however Lok had a different idea. "Are you crazy ? We have them where we want them! We should-" before Lok could continue, Defoe pointed the tip of the Key at Lok's throat. Defoe's smile still present on his face "now now, Lok my boy. You must realized we have the objective. Anything else is just a waste of time. Let's go."

Lok wanted to scream, he knows that this is some sort of superiority kink Defoe had. He was going to have his underlings dispose of Dante and his team. A final fuck you to Vale. Lok was about to keep up his protest until Grier stood in front of him.

"Defoe is in charge, we follow orders." Grier looked at Lok in the eyes as his tone went quiet, just above a whisper so that Lok was the only one who heard him. "Even if we disagree with them." Lok wanted to fight this choice, but unfortunately Grier, hell even Defoe had a point.

Taking a deep breath, Lok pushed his glasses to rest on his face properly. Turing back to the Huntik team he gave them a frown. "See you lot in her next life I guess." He growled out. Following Defoe and Grier he waved them off with the back side of his hand. Not bothering to look back at them.

Kreutalk gave the Huntik team a hiss as it returned to Defoe and its amulet. As the three upper level suits walked away the rest of the organization suits formed a circle around Dante and his team.

"let's make this quick." James stated as he held up his hand. Dante shot forward in front of his teammates. Taking in the situation, Sophie and Cathy were standing in front of Zhalia, who appeared to finally get her bearings.

Tony stepped forward, his arms outstretched. "Whatcha gonna do now Vale ? There are four of us, and only four of you. One is injured, the other one is still in training." Tony grins and points to Sophie. "And she is going to have to keep the other two safe. So basically, this is a one versus four." As he spoke the other suits gathered closer, trapping them in.

Owen wanted to add in his two cents. Yes they had the advantage. He wasn't however looking to kill anyone. He wasn't much a fan of it. Looking to his right, he saw Jenna. Her thoughts were take it or leave it. She wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty, but bloody ? He wasn't sure, he had to make a choice. Take charge and capture, or finish the order Defoe gave them.

However he didn't need to make the choice as Dante smiled. "Actually, going by that logic. It's technically two versus four." He chimed, his cocky smile beaming as his amber eyes shot to the ceiling. "Cherit! Now !" Dante shouted.

The suits look above them as a small white winged creature came flying down. It grabbed Tony by the ears and began pulling him by the ear to and fro. At the distraction Dante flew into the chest of James with a knee. Kicking the wind out of him.

Tony grabbed the creature and flung him to the ground, as he did he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turing around he looked down to Cathy. A small grin on her face, before anything was said her knee drove straight into his groin. Tony could only let out a squeak as he hit the ground. "In training huh ? Well in training just took you out." She smirked crossing her arms.

Jenna let out a yell as she went towards Cathy, arm drawn back for a punch. Until she was grabbed and held up in the air by a charged up Freelancer. Thanks to Cherit of course. Freelancer swatted Jenna away with his shield. Knocking her back into Owen who caught her.

Owen realizing the situation had changed merely let out a growl. He was thankful he didn't have to kill anyone. "Alright team, they have recovered. Let's go." He picked up Jenna bridal style and backed away slowly. Reading to go on the defense should they attack.

Tony wanted to complain, however he was sure if he said anything. It would be in a higher pitch than he would like to share. He gently picked himself off the ground and limped away. James liking for this whole thing to be over simple nodes and backed off. Jenna seemed as if she wanted to say her piece. However she was trying to keep her breath in her lungs. Apparently getting hit by a titan's shield wasn't fun.

Owen kept eye contact with Dante, until Dante simply nodded his head. At that the team turned and retreated. Not looking forward to reporting to Defoe, but glad they could leave alive.

Dante turned to his team, Sophie and Cathy were helping Zhalia to her feet. Although Sophie didn't seemed all that excited to be helpful. "Are you alright ?" Cathy asked, her tone filled with concern.

Zhalia gently pushed them away. She stumbled a bit before catching herself. "I'm... I'm fine. Ever fight." She held her hands to her temples, as her head appeared to be covered in an angelic gold glow. After a few moments, she gently rubbed her temples and let out a sigh. "They got the drop on me. I won't let that happen again." Her tone had gotten a bit colder at that statement.

Cathy only watched on in awe, she looked down to her own hands. "What was that ? Can I do that ?" A smiling Sophie placed her hands on Cathy's shoulders. "Of course, ever fight is a powerful spell that helps with injuries, it's not a heal all spell. However, it will certainly help with minor to moderate injuries."

Dante walked past them like a man on a mission. "Glad to see everyone is alright. However, we need to see what we can recover." They all nodded and ran after him. They may have lost the battle, but not the war.

As they made their way into the room, it represented its time. Leather back books lining the walls. Wooden tables filled with drawing and sketches. However, the thing Dante notices was a shape outline of a key made from dust on the table.

"Look at all these notes. Ancient notes of Judas Lore. So much history on paper never seeing the light of day in years." Cathy amazed, a little bit of Sophie's book work habits rubbing off on her.

"Pack up everything you can everyone. I have an idea, Defoe may have gotten the key. However we know where to go to next." Looking from the imprint on the table to Zhalia. "And we may even have a way to get in before him.

Authors notes- A whole month since the lastchapter. Sorry about that. My workplace has me doing mandatory over time. Plus my second job leaves me a little tight on time. Howeverthat's not important, I will try to have the next one out as soon as possible. Thank you and I'll see you in the next one.

Review reply's

God Of Wind 200

that's a interesting idea, I wanted to change it up a little . However I did just basically gave Lok two of the only three titans wilder used in the show. However, I can confirm Lok will be getting one of his cannon titans. Thank you for the review.