[Nyx]

"You surely are... eager to help him. Never thought an Outer God like you would care so much."

"His adventures always entertain me. His trials, triumphs, losses and victories... The last time someone called for me was a family years ago."

"Well, we all know how that all went down."

She placed the wine cup down on the plate next to her, and gazes upon the Outer God. Serene yellow eyes glaring onto his many eyes. She tapped her feet against the marble floor beneath her. Silently asking him why, of all the Gods, did he ask for her to aid him in his journey.

"If you're asking why, that I can only say, as his own desire, but with the state of the world he is in right now, it is rather poetic."

She sighed at his answer, but accepted it nonetheless. As indifferent she is to the affairs of mortals of the realms beyond, that doesn't mean she will always have the final say in the matter, and Nemesis did go in her own volition. The only disappointment she felt is that she didn't bring soldiers to aid her in whatever conflict that may arose.

Not to mention she let her go anyway.

"Well, I suppose if my son, Thanatos, is there... It'll be an unfair fight."

"Are you implying that we should raise the stakes a little? Make his adventure even more interesting?"

"No, I'll send the best of my own. Bring Cthulhu into that mess, he'll just take a stroll." She whistled over to the grand entrance of her hall.

From that entered one of the greatest Night Guards she has on her disposal. The quiet knight, Zephyrin walked in, his immaculate armor clinking with his sabatons with every step he makes. The black cloak on his back fluttered before he knelt before his Goddess.

"I order you to enter the world my daughter stepped in. Find her, aid her. As one of my greatest knights, I give you this order in honor of your skill."

He nodded and turned to the Outer God before. Yog-Sothoth opened the gates, and the knight promptly walked in.

"I'll send you to where they are already. It'll be easier for you." He promptly told him before sending him to the other side.

[Kazuma]

He twists and turns, slashing through the Black Dogs as he came straight for Volt, and how he lept up to the air to slice his head open. At least, that's what he thought when he woke up to find out it's a dream that he awoke from.

Yet, he never felt disappointed in that revelation. The dream told a lot more.

He remembered how the battlefield was burning and decaying, his undead and the soldiers fighting against not just Black Dogs, but another demonic legion far different than the ones on Olga's army... He remembered how the sky was dark and lightning crackled through as he felt foreign eyes gaze from it.

Was this a vision of the future? Or a rhetorical metaphor on how destructive the final battle will be? He can't be sure about himself.

Regardless, he can dwell on it later. He has other things to take care off, and it is dealing with the day with all the prisoners locked up in the dungeons.

He looked upon the sword he had leaning against the wall before grabbing it.

It is time for the executions to begin, but not before hand picking ones that can be useful.

Michelle squealed like the pig he was as he tried to escape the hands of one of Kazuma's generals. The Mountain returning after fighting off some raiding parties near the surrounding areas he has taken.

She gave off an amused snort as she yanked on his chains, effortlessly pulling him back with her enormous strength. Some of Phoeri's men helping around as well as the lords work on rebuilding the morale.

"I refuse to die!" Michelle squealed out. "I'm too young to die, please! I'm just a boy, you see! You can't just kill me! The crimes I did, they forced me to do it, honest!"

"You had your men crash a wedding and raped the bride in front of the groom and his family. Not only that, you kidnapped her along with the other maidens before enslaving that town. That doesn't excuse you for what you did."

Michelle squealed once more as the Mountain gave one last pull, and she picked him. He trashed against her grasp, but she knocked him out with a punch going straight for his jaw. She walked away to do her duty.

The rest of the prisoners roared out curses and others wailed and begged for mercy, but it fell on deaf ears as they were all pulled along. Hicks spat on one of the guards, and he's met with a fist that went straight to his eye.

"For people of honor, you sure are kind to your prisoners." Kin mentioned sarcastically as he just went along. "You wouldn't even have the gall to chop our heads off."

"Oh, we do." Claudia piped in as she came with Klaus. "Since you lot don't have anything to bring to the table, we're just making more space."

"But it's just that! Would you really kill all of us?" One of the collaborators wailed out. "Please, give us another chance!"

Claudia only rolled her eyes before setting her eyes upon Grave. Glaring at him as he matched her glare as well, aiming it to his own son as well.

"I suggest you all came to say your last words to me." He barked out.

"Yes." Klaus piped in. "At first, I wanted to come here, and tell you how I waited and wanted you to die. But then I realized that will only make me as bad as you."

Grave scoffed, but he continued.

"I came here to say that even after how you looked down on me, scorned me, and even insulted me by favoring my wife more than you ever treated me like your own son. There's still one thing you will never get rid off."

"Spit it out then!" Grave yelled at him.

"I will forever be your son. And you will forever be my father. Nothing will ever change that I was born because of you, and nothing will change the fact that I came from your seed. Laugh at me, disown me, insult me. Nothing will ever get rid off the fact that I am still your son, and I will forever be your son."

Grave fumed as he glared at him. "You!" He yelled out in rage. "You will never be my son, you hear me?! Ever since you couldn't raise a sword, ever since you couldn't bear me an heir, you were worthless to me ever since then! You're no son of mine, and I wouldn't care if other Gods say otherwise! I have no love for you, and I will never love you!"

Even as he was chained and shackled, he went out of his way to charge at him, but as he did, Claudia slapped him. Her cold gauntlet smacking upon his unarmored cheek, and she kicked him away before he can even lay a hand on her husband.

She glared at him, and if looks can kill, he would've been dead right here, and right now. It might as well be mercy at that point as one of the guards cruelly yanked on the chains, sending all of them forward.

[Dennis]

He looked upon the growing crowd of people as he held upon the grip of his axe, and as obvious as the clear sky, it's finally the day that they might as well be waiting for.

The executions.

Today now marks the waiting deaths of all the people that collaborated and helped the Black Dogs upon their conquest and enslavement. Of course, not all of them are here, but they still have the ones that came to the feast. As all plots come and go, it will be perfect for the people who suffered from them.

Speaking of justice, he's been wondering where she is. Much less the boys he called for. Yog-Sothoth came to his dream, willing to lend a helping hand, and now, he's worried that they might have been transported deep into enemy territory.

Well, at least he can count on them to get out of there. They have a literal God on their side, and one of the Dark Ones to help after all.

He can only pray that they can come here.

"Well, well, well! Looks like we have our friend here down in the dumps!" A gruff voice called out to him.

Dennis turned around, and he breathed a sigh of relief as it was only Grommar Boarshide. One of the many lords who contributed to the coup. His wide grin erasing the intimidation some people feel. After all, he does look like a buff tan Viking.

"Just looking at the people who came to see this."

"Ha! Of course they will be!" Grommar punched his shoulder. "Ever since we showed those Dogs what we can do, we've been setting this day up since then. It just took a while for other reasons."

"Like what?"

"Sorting them out!" He bellowed, his beard waving around as if that was a gust of wind. "One of my boys told me that they were sorting through the prisoners to see if they can be useful to his campaign. I didn't like that motion, but there's not much I can do."

Dennis hummed as he looked back upon the stage. Sure enough, it has all the things related to executions and what not, but that doesn't stop the fact that there's a chopping block right there. Maybe they're merciful enough to give them a quick death.

He sighed to himself as he sat down on one of the crates.

"Cheer up, boy." Grommar yelled out. "It won't do you any good to just mope around. They deserved this."

"I know. I'm just thinking about the impacts."

"What do you mean?" The gruff lord said as he joined him on the crates. "If you're asking about the rebellion that came before, they were pretty weak."

Dennis cocked an eyebrow, silently asking for more information.

"You see." Grommar began. "It's pretty obvious that we didn't those dogs takeover kindly. We fought to the very last, but we were spent with the war on Olga. After that happened, they all settled in, but that didn't stop the loyalists from forming their faction."

"Anymore than that?" Dennis asked hopefully.

Grommar only shooked his head. "I only know so much. If you want to know more, you might want to consult someone else."

Dennis sighed in dissatisfaction, but that didn't stop his curiosity. He quickly got up and ran to the castle. Thoughts racing through the head and making sure he doesn't trip or bump into anyone.

[Ingham]

He took a gentle sip of his tea with the most content smile in his face. Enjoying the atmosphere provided by the library. Sighing to himself as he enjoys the cold, pregnant silence.

That is until a certain someone breaks into the room.

"Ingham!" Dennis yelled out. Panting a little from the mad dash he went through to get here. "I was looking for you."

"Before you go any further, I would like it if you stay there."

"Huh?" Before Dennis can even take another step, he freezes up after feeling something hitting him hard on the gut. He shakily looked down, and it was a blueberry. If the colored juice isn't a takeaway, then he won't know what will.

"Sorry for using you as a shield, my friend, but as you can see, I have a bit of a war going on between me and Shiromi." Ingham said with a grin. "Think of it as a contest between two tricksters."

"OK..." Dennis mumbled before joining him on the table. "As much as I want to ask you about your war, I have a question to ask."

"What is it?"

"It's about Resistance forces. Do you know anything about them."

Ingham looked upon the bookshelves, pondering to himself. He snapped his fingers and looked at Dennis once again. "That's a pretty good question."

"So you know?"

"The ones I know for sure. I can't guarantee I know every single record of the others. I suppose I can start off with the Free Brotherhood. They're an odd bunch, I can say."

"Why?"

Ingham took a swig of his tea before continuing on. "Infighting. They were the at first, they were deserters from Celestine's army, ones who fled from their ranks after morale has sunken deep down below during the war between the two elves. After Volt took over, more deserters joined in before they declared themselves free from Volt's army, and demanded to be recognized as their own faction before joining the rebellion."

"Why did they join the rebellion? Why did they defect?"

"Because their own settlements were being raided. Despite them being loyal to Volt, they defected because of infighting. Black Dogs raiding their settlements and other lords, and when they decided to fight back, they didn't like it one bit. There's a reason as to why a council was made in the shadows. They can enjoy their debauchery as much as they want, but with pleasure came ignorance. It appears that for someone smart as Volt, he wasn't able to see the decline as it followed."

"What about the resistance themselves? If Volt ruled this place for 5 years, how did they fare?"

"Them?" He took another swig of tea. "They just don't have the numbers. They may have the loyalists on their side, but their numbers stayed weak and pitiful. That does not mean they haven't done much, though, it's mostly because they were trying to get their numbers up. They were caught in a tight bind, and they only fight in the shadows, causing unrest and unease to the towns their in. They have amassed more numbers now, but the only evidence I have is the small scale coup that happened in one part of the city I used to be in, Ansur."

Dennis hummed in satisfaction. He looked around the library, and he got up, but before he left, Ingham grabbed his hand.

"Just before I forget, there's one new player in the game that appeared. One for the rebellion as we speak."

"And that is?"

To answer his question, Ingham slammed a book right in front of him, and he let go. He silently beckoned to take one good look at it, and sure enough, Dennis did. Gears begin to turn as he read the title.

"The Eyes of the Gods?"

"Written by a man named Jasken Derleth, and he came here with an ensemble of his missionaries to spread the word that all the Gods are real, even the ones that have no... records of being here."

Dennis gulped, and tried to deny it. He tried to deny that this was even the case. In his world, it's already bad enough that he had to deal with the cults of the Great Old Ones, and the Outer Gods, and now, this world has to deal with them. Sure, their magic can help them put up a bit of a fight, but if the same cults are here, then everything will go in shambles.

He might have to take him down for the sake of this world, so they don't have to deal with them.

A pregnant silence filled the air, and it also grew tense and many things raced through his head, and the whispers he now starts to hear. Ingham rose a brow, but judging by the way how Dennis's eyes looked... They looked mad, yet he found it odd the same person seems calm. Almost like madness... and insanity... was an old friend to him.

He watched him walk out the door, and he started thinking of something.

[Kazuma]

He looked at the line up of all the Black Dogs and collaborators, and at the chopping block that lay behest at the executioner. He has already sorted through, and recruited some that will work for him, and it's now time for them to have a punishment long overdue.

"You'll never get away with this!" Hicks yelled out pitiable as he thrashed against the guards hoisting him up. "Volt's coming with an army bigger than yours, I swear by it!" He thrashed some more before they forced him down on the block. They have considered the threats he tossed out as his last words, the executioner brought his sword up, and cleaved his head off from his shoulders.

The guards quickly disposed of his flailing, twitching corpse, and proceeded with the next one. It went like that for a while, collaborators and hounds both pleading for mercy, and throwing death threats as they all share the same fate. Some were spared, only because some have worse things planned for them, such as Kin. Not even Kazuma knows, but he has more things to worry about.

More and more came, all met their fates, and the townsmen cheer for every head that's been lopped off. The numbers grow thinner, and so does the rotten produce that they were throwing. Then it came to one man, Grave Levantine.

"Any last words, sir?" The executioner asked politely.

Grave just kept his lips shut. Then, he opened them.

"Klaus will never be my son. Until the end of time, he will never be."

And with that, the axe went down, and his head rolled down, leaving his twitching corpse. Kazuma looked at the crowed, and he saw them all cheering and celebrating their deaths. A small smile crept to him as he saw their justice finally served, but he's not done yet, for there is a war to be done.

"Give them all a burial, and let the others know. I will talk to the Shields and my commanders to further our plan."

"About that, milord." The soldier said as he saluted. "Their were reports of a dragon destroying a raiding party early in the morning."

"A dragon? How come I haven't heard about it?"

"Allies from the outside had trouble pushing it out. Another thing worth mentioning is that an angel is with it too, along with some people. Other than that, there's not much I know."

Kazuma hummed as he began to think about it. He thanked the soldier and walked off to start the meeting once more. It'll only be a matter of time until he grows stronger. Soon, liberation and justice shall come. When it's all done, he will step down and retire, going back to practice more of the dark arts of magic.

[Thompson]

"I can see a city over there. We should rest up over and there, and if it goes well, we'll send Dennis a message so we can meet up together." Alex yelled out.

Thompson nodded as his wings kept on beating. The city was fairly large, but it looked it has seen better days. The walls look like they were fairly beaten up and scorched from the previous sieges it has seen, but considering how it still stands, it's fair to assume that people might be here. Although, he wished it was abandoned so there wouldn't be any issues.

Nevertheless. He still flew there, and now it became clear that the city is bustling with activity. Both men and beastmen can be seen populating the street tending to their hobbies and jobs, but something felt wrong. Alex noticed along with the others and it is clear as day. There were tents sprawled out, and more and more appeared the closer they get. The city is starting to turn more into a refugee camp by the looks of it.

"Man, those guys were serious about what they're gonna do. No wonder Dennis needed help, he's stuck in a war. But with whom?" Arten whistled out.

"Let's just hope it's something good. Dad told me that when it came to war, it's hard to tell which side is wrong, and if it's ever even justifiable. Both sides can commit war crimes after all."

They all hummed in agreement except for the likes of Nemesis. She never even said anything at all as if she's only focused on only one single objective. They didn't judge, or ask, lest they want to get trampled by a literal Goddess of Retribution.

Thompson shaked his head, and flew down to the entrance. He gently dropped the dinosaur down and when all of his friends got down, he returned to his human form. With that, he yelled out for the city guard.