Reinhart laughed...
Before him...
Lie all of the treasures within Olympia...
Piles of gold and artifacts lining the walls like an ancient tomb...
A tomb...
Which is exactly what it was.
Reinhart had known of this.
Because Leander himself had sent him here.
With the sole purpose of...
Killing Chase...
However, that was the mask of the mission.
A front to cover himself from even the god's presence...
Reinhart had no feud with Chase, nor did Leander have a reason to slay his most prized student...
So they simply called it just that, the execution of the Phoenix.
Which had worked out quite well, as Chase had truly died.
However, just as Leander had once suspected, he was reborn.
Just like that of a Phoenix...
Reinhart chuckled, looking down as he knelt.
His hand rummaging gently through the golden treasure...
It was his...
Enough resource to not only raise The Kingdom of Solis from its poverty, but to build an army strong enough to tackle all of the other nations.
A full scale war... Not only that... But a war that would affect the entire continent...
This would be enough...
Reinhart wore a satisfied smile as he began collecting and mentally taking note of all of the different weapons and artifacts.
Some could easily be felt as cursed tools, or baring enchantments beyond human consumption.
Meaning that he could not bring these specific ones with him.
'A shame...' He thought, picking up a specific artifact that Leander had told him specifically to bring with him.
It was a compass...
Reinhart had not been told the contents of where it would lead.
But the gemstone outline, colored in several different archetypes was enough to describe its drug-like calling...
SLASH!
Reinhart leaned forward, feeling blood began to flow down his back.
His armor...
Had been penetrated...
He turned slowly...
His eyes gazing up in horror... As he was met with the face of Prometheus...
"Who...?" He lifted his sword after the moment of confusion, but...
His body felt weak...
He hardly was able to stand, pointing the tip of his greatsword shakily at his enemy.
Who was inducing some sort of magic fear factor with the skin of a lesser god...
But behind the empty sockets of the mask... Lie dark green eyes that were clearly distinguishable...
"Skylar..." Reinhart growled lowly... As if speaking to the scum of the earth...
"I'll make this easy Reinhart... Where is Chase?" Skylar asked with a tinge of amusement, flicking and twirling a gruesome dagger in his hands.
A dagger... Tainted with a green ooze beneath the blood of Reinhart stained upon it...
'Poison...'
"You dishonorable trash..." Reinhart growled, his knees collapsing as his sword clattered against the golden ground.
"I can stop it... If you tell me where Chase is..." Skylar chuckled sinisterly, leaning against a golden armor stand.
But Reinhart felt a smile creeping onto his face.
Satisfaction...
"What could possibly so amusing..." Skylar asked, clearly getting annoyed at Reinhart's refusal to give information.
Then he laughed.
His back hit the ground with a gut-wrenching thud and clatter.
"You're too late Skylar!" He boomed with laugher, his eyes fixated on the golden chandelier above.
Skylar removed his mask, placing it in the satchel around his waist.
"How so?" He asked, his glance meeting the entrance of the room.
A shadowy hallway that had led the both of them to this tomb...
Although Reinhart was about to meet his now written in stone death... He could only smile.
"Chase... Has surpassed your goddess... He is beyond a simple assassination now!" Reinhart was now fully lost, be it from the loss of vision or numbness from his body. He had lost all sense of self... Fully consumed in the fact that Skylar had failed...
It brought him immense satisfaction in the face of death.
Meaning that the mission had been a success... Whether Unity obtained the artifacts from this tomb or not... They had won the battle... They had won in the depths of Olympia...
Skylar nervously glanced back at the entrance...
This time... He was not met with just the darkness of the hall...
But a silhouette tinged in purple...
Two violet eyes... Staring down the hall from the shadows... Shrouded in the darkness surrounding him.
Onyx... Was alive...
Skylar took a nervous step back, readying the dagger in his hands...
But Onyx was gone...
Standing behind Skylar...
He lashed out... His obsidean sword ripping through Skylar's body... As dust and particles shot out from his body before the blade could even meet it.
"A trick!" Onyx spat, turning his gaze towards the fallen Reinhart...
He knelt next to the vanguard, who wore a deathly pale expression on his grinning face.
"The compass..." He coughed blood, extending his hand out towards Onyx...
"Take it to Chase... You must!" He coughed again...
Then in the silence of Onyx taking the compass with a determined nod...
Reinhart's eyes rolled into the back of his head... Leaving Onyx alone in confusion within the Tomb of the member of The Seven who had built these ruins...
End of Volume 5... Age of Olympia...