Hello, again. Sorry it's been so long since I've updated, I've been busy focusing on some other stories of mine so this one got put on the backburner for a little while. Also I realized that Eun is a female and not a guy. But I'm going to leave him/her the way he is for the sake of the story. Anyways I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter and I hope to see you again next week.

Ara felt a warmness growing throughout her body which was surprising considering she expected to be dead and on her way to the afterlife by now.

"Eun?" She managed to whisper, barely managing to get herself up and lean on a nearby tree trunk.

"It is me, Ara. I'm back and I have led Elsword, Aisha, and Lowe to your attacker's position." Eun softly spoke in her head. " Do not worry, I'm healing your wounds. I'm glad I got here in time. Any later and you would've really died."

Ara smiled at the white fox's voice. A soft, wispy white aura surrounded her and she felt at peace. The cuts on her body seemed to disappear and the blood dried. She looked around the dark forest for her spear and found it lodged in a tree a few feet from her. Soon the white glow disappeared and Eun spoke once again in her mind.

"Your wounds have been healed. Shall we proceed to Feita?" He said.

Ara smiled and walked over to her spear, forcefully pulling it out without much effort.

"Yeah,"

Elsword watched as Aisha walked over to Add's side and to the center of the top of the tower. He wanted to shout at her and try and understand just what she was doing. His body twitched slightly due to the electric shocks he had underwent previously and his head ached. He could barely even keep his eyes open.

"Thank you very much, Angkor." Add expressed his gratitude and smiled deviously. Elsword desperately wanted to grab his sword and fight back once again. But he was paralyzed and weak. His attempts would be to no avail.

He continued to watch as Aisha mumbled something very lengthy and incoherent. Immediately a dark purple light shot from her hands and into the pedestal where the El Crystal normally would've been before it had been broken. An El shard rose into the air, giving off a dark light. Elsword watched in disbelief as the clouds in the night sky moved and swirled around and around creating a massive hole in the sky and revealing the shining white moon.

"Wha-wha-what?" Allegro sputtered. He inched backwards obviously sensing something was wrong. Elsword tried to move once again, to speak, anything but he only got a twitch in response.

"Creations of Krom, avengers of darkness, reach down from the heavens to exact your revenge on the world of humans!" Aisha announced, she lifted her hands into the air and a beam of concentrated energy shot down from the heavens and hit the pedestal. Wind and dust blew away from the beam, slapping Elsword's face and making it hard to see.

"Yes! Yes! Father, I am making you proud!" Angkor chanted happily. Add merely had the same smirk on his face.

"Oh god, Aisha stop! Please, you're going to destroy Elrios!" Allegro called out. He then turned to Elsword, a pleading expression on his face.

"Stop her! Stop them! Elsword, come on!"

Elsword stared back at the boy, tears were streaming down his face and his eyes read pure fear.

Elsword felt his determination returning as the Shrine began to rumble and shake, the floor underneath Elsword cracking and quivering. He immediately mustered all the energy he had and managed to get to his feet, he gripped his sword tighter and made his way over to Aisha, Add, and Angkor.

The purple beam of energy immediately began to shrink in size until it had disappeared completely. Elsword paused to analyze the situation. The pedestal was completely broken and in its place was a man with coal-colored skin and gleaming red eyes. White hair covered his right eye and reached down to his back. He was almost completely covered in black and red armor. He was menacing and intimidating yet calm and collected at the same time. In truth Elsword was already afraid of him.

"Hey! Who the hell are you!? I asked for an army of demons not a stupid sissy boy!" Angkor whined whilst flapping his wings.

The man looked over the small bat and shook his head, a smile on his face, "I presume you are Angkor? Krom's son?"

"I see my fame precedes me, but who are you!?"

"The King of the Demon Realm, Ran. So you want a little army of your own, huh?"

"Yeah, but I got you instead. Is my girl not good enough to summon a whole crapton of you!?"

"It's astounding she was even able to summon me from the Demon Realm. No matter, at least now I'm here and I can finally carry out what I intended to do." Ran formed a black orb of energy in his hand and tossed it into the sky. The orb expanded but before it could do anything more a spinning red sword came out from the blue, slicing the orb in half and causing it to dissolve.

"Who...?" Everyone turned to Lowe who was now on his feet, panting heavily and staring back at the Demon King. "What is this? I can't believe an idiotic human such as yourself would dare to fight me. It's insanity. Is your race really that stupid?"

"You think you can just come out of nowhere and try to destroy the world!? No way, I won't let you, even if I must die, I'll stop you." Lowe spat back, his voice clearly filled with rage.

"Lowe! D-don't!" Elsword called, he stumbled and fell, relying on his sword to keep him steady.

"Fool." Ran simply stated. His eyes glowed and he stared at Lowe who immediately stiffened and fell to his knees, doing a sharp inhale and then fainting on the floor.

Ran repeated the process as Elsword rushed to Lowe's side. Shaking him and checking his pulse to make sure he was really okay. When he felt the soft bump against his fingers he let out a relieved sigh and focused his attention back to the group of demons and humans. Elsword looked up when he heard a ear-splitting shriek from up above. He saw a giant circle of spiraling dark energy. But it wasn't a circle it was a portal.

Oh no, Elsword thought as a wave of demons, large and small, winged and webbed, strong and weak, fell from the portal and entered Elrios, to wreak havoc once again.

Rena stopped for a mere second when the sky glowed an eerie purple and thousands of monsters rained down from the heavens, releasing ear-splitting screeches.

"No!" She shouted. Her gaze fell back down to Raven who was smiling.

Rena charged forward now determined to get into the shrine. Raven met her halfway and her dagger clashed with his sword. She jumped back as he slashed the air, trying to cut her. Rena quickly withdrew her bow and sent a volley of green arrows in his direction. He blocked them with his sword and moved forward, thrusting his sword forward. Rena quickly sidestepped and sent a knee into his side. He flew back but quickly recovered, landing on his legs in a crouching position. She took the opportunity to run as fast as she could, pushing her legs farther than she'd ever did.

A wave of flames trapper her into a blazing circle. Smoke clouded her vision and heat struck her in waves.

She coughed and tried to find some way out. Everything was bright red and orange. She saw a black figure in the distance moved toward her. She stepped back in response.

Sharp pain coursed through her body as her back stung and her eyes watered. She collapsed to her knees and tightened her grip around Erendil.

"Poor elf. Lost in the fire. All that will remain is ashes." Raven's voice flooded her ears and all she saw was death. Dark, black, death. It would claim her here and now.

Maybe it would be better if she just stopped. She found herself slowly releasing her dagger and hearing it drop to the ground. No point...Raven's too strong. I can't save him.

Tears ran down her face as Raven kneeled down in front of her and grabbed her neck, raising her into the air and slowly constricting her. Rena gasped for breath and flailed in the air for a few seconds. But she stopped, trying to relax and let the darkness take her. Her eyes slowly lowered onto Raven's emotionless face. A smile formed on her face. She was glad his handsome face was the last thing to be ingrained in her memory. His long pointed nose. The scars plastered across his face. His thin, black eyebrows. His dark, spiky hair. His thin lips.

She only regretted not being able to see his bright amber eyes that had entranced her from the beginning.

She watched as a tear fell down his face.

She knew. She knew he was still in there.

And suddenly she didn't want to die.

Aisha was in a dark place. A very dark place. She was cold and hungry and weak and frail. She was curled up in a dark room somewhere. She didn't know how she got there or why she was there. She knew she had come from somewhere. She remembered bright red hair. She remembered a long green bow. She remembered piercing red eyes, blue bullets flying through the air, a black spear protruding from the ground. Why couldn't she remember everything?

She felt nothing. Like she was just an empty husk with grasping for something to make her whole.

Why was she here? What was she doing before this?

She tried to speak but nothing came out. She wanted to say the name that was on her mind but she couldn't get it out. Why couldn't she speak?

"You are mine. Mine. Mine. Mine." A voice spoke. It was deep and menacing and it made Aisha shiver. Where did this voice come from?

She didn't know. She didn't know...