Chase muttered something inaudible from behind the keeper's greasy hand.
"Oh right..."
Dorian lifted his hand.
"Can you tell me what the hell is going on please...?"
Chase said, his voice full of confusion.
Dorian sighed, and began walking down the hall once again.
He remained silent, and ignored Chase's questions as they continued.
Then they reached a small prison-like room, with barred off cages at the top of the walls that gave poor vision of the ongoing fight.
"Alright child of Blaze..."
"You know who I am!?"
Chase recoiled.
Dorian rolled his eyes.
"Oh please... That man was a pain in my rear, of course I would recognize his son."
Chase sat down on one of the benches that was poorly chained to the walls behind it.
Dorian was watching the fight with his back toward the boy.
"Let me take a guess here."
He said, followed with a deep breath.
"You poured some sort of essence into that sigil on your hand?"
Chase nodded.
"Foolish brat."
"Didn't anyone tell you why your markings were sealed?"
"No! I don't know anything!"
He responded, anger leaking into his voice.
"Damnit all..."
Dorian sighed.
"Listen... I need you to fight that man..."
There was silence.
"Who is he?"
Dorian palmed his face in response.
"Sorry... I'm not from here..."
Chase said with a roll of his eyes.
"No no, I know that... But it's better if you don't know who he is."
Then he reached into his pockets.
And pulled out a strange vial with a cap that resembled an obsidean skull.
"When you awoken your sigil, you basically alerted every one of the gods of your lineage... And well that is very bad, because your parents were very good at pissing gods off..."
Chase's eyes glinted at the bottle in Dorian's hand.
"Are you going to poison me?"
Dorian handed him the bottle.
"Trust me, I wouldn't be so stupid as to poison one of the only humans aware of this messed up reality."
"What do you mean?"
There was a pause.
Dorian gave him a somber look, nudging the bottle closer.
"I can't tell you that... It's the only way to ensure things don't get worst."
He paused again.
"You have to trust me, and forget everything that happens tonight... Even if you just have to pretend it never happened."
"Why!?"
Chase growled.
"Because a god wants you dead!"
Dorian realized what he had said a little too late, and covered his mouth swiftly.
Chase looked at the ground, and shut his eyes.
'I want too wake up now...'
A familiar growl seemed to calm him down a little.
It all made sense now.
The strange dream, the hand made of stars, and the strange fragmented memories...
So it all had actually happened...
Poppy and Noe's faces flashed in his head, and then he was filled with a strange sense of determination.
He took the bottle, and stood up.
Without a second thought, he popped the cap and downed the strange black liquid.
It tasted of death.
True death.
Chase had to fight the urge of throwing it back up.
He threw the bottle aside, and growled at Dorian.
"What the hell did you give me?!"
Dorian chuckled.
"Just a little something to give you a little boost for this fight... Don't worry it only lasts a moment, and I'll pay you handsomely if you win!"
He mused, while eyeing the boy's new Vox that rested on his wrist.
"Also, you might wanna activate the syncing process of your new toy before the fight..."
Chase was finally starting to come to his senses, when he looked down at the watch.
On the black runic surface, it read 'Start Connection...' With a big red button glowing faintly next to it.
Chase clicked it, feeling that everything couldn't possibly get worst.
The Vox hummed to life, and a loading bar popped up on its surface.
How he knew what it was, he couldn't tell you.
Then his body shuttered, and he felt a strange euphoric sensation enter his blood.
"Wha-"
Then the black markings surged to life on his skin.
'Whoa..."
Was the only thought that he could manage in that moment.
He felt alive... Or... So dead that he could resonate with death itself.
It was like the limits of his energy capacity had been completely destroyed, and his strength had been multiplied tenfold.
Dorian picked up something that looked like a giant microphone, and with his other hand he lifted the chain on the door.
Covering the mic with his palm, his eyes widened.
"Crap!"
He turned toward Chase, and raised an eyebrow.
"You wouldn't happen to have a mask would you?"
Then... The boy grinned.
What better time to see if the mask's abilities had changed, then when he was surging with artificial power.
Chase reached into his soul.
And he tugged on the rune that rested on his neck.
Appearing out of thin air around his face, was the terrible grinning Naga mask.
The last thing he seen before everything seemed to change was an amused smile on Dorian's face.
And then EVERYTHING changed!