In the deep underground passageways, a view of the blood red crystal was seen. It slowly floated in a circular motion, glowing faintly. Lesser fiends were roaming not too far from it, however it began to illuminate. The beasts fled to the shadows of the chamber, fearful of the stone's shift in brightness. The stone shined radiantly, before dimming back to a faint glow. Without delay, the monsters kept to a distance. However, there was now two forms laying on the ground. Panning up closer, one was revealed to be Zyron, the canine leashed from before, with his staff not too far off. The other though, was a pink haired girl, wearing a rather odd, checkered attire. She appeared human, and was laying at a distance from Zyron's position, her back facing him.

Zyron sat up, holding his head. "Man, what the hell happened?... " He groaned, before opening his blue eyes. He realized that he was still within the deep roads, which made him cringe fearfully. "Fuck me....."

His ears suddenly perked up, as he shakily peered over to the girl, who was slowly shifting to sit up. She held her hand to her face, sliding it up into her pink bangs. "My bloody head..." Her eyes hazily peered around the chamber, her back still to Zyron. "Why can't I remember?... Load of rubbish, this is... Where am I?"

Zyron's ears went back, as he stared at this girl. He seemed on edge. "(Crap... What am I supposed to do now?!)"

The pink hair of the girl shifted, as her body began turning to face him. "Domino?..." She halted, her eyes meeting Zyron's. "What the bloody hell is going on!?... You're not my brother. What... What are you?!" She gawked, uneasily noticing her attire as well. "Wait? Why am I wearing my avatar's clothes!? Am I in the 'game'?! WHAT'S going on!?" Her tone was near panic.

"G-Game? What the fuck are you talking about!?" Zyron growled, with uncertainty.

"Don't play daft with me, you mangy twit!" The girl shouted back at him. She seemed under a lot of stress. "There is no way something like you can exist! Not in the real world!"

"You're the one being stupid!" Zyron retorted, flaring his fangs, as he got to his feet. "I have no idea, what the hell you're on about, but this place is definitely REAL. Not to mention, I shouldn't even be talking to you! I bet you're just playing dumb, so you can put a fucking collar around my neck!!"

The girl stood to her feet, getting into his personal space. "Keep yakking arsehole! You're the nutter here, not me!" She snapped back, her finger pointing at him. However, something strange happened. Her hand, and arm, morphed into a metallic scythe blade. The edge of the knife was so close to Zyron, it nearly grazed his neck.

He stood there, completely terrified, his body trembling. "E-Easy there..." He slowly lifted his hands in defense.

The girl seemed shaken, "There's no way this is reality... It's... it's just not possible... Bloody hell..." She stumbled backward, falling to her knees. She stared to her arm, but the form remained.

Zyron was still unnerved, eyeing his staff, that laid at his feet. Though, the sound of paw steps began to draw closer, with an eerie ambiance of lesser fiends.The girl was too focused on her arm, to realize Zyron quickly grab his staff. "Dammit..." He growled, fear not receding. His eyes trembling, as he stared passed the female.

The girl peered behind her, uneasily, at what seemed to be a manticore, and several spirits surrounding them, as the monsters slinked out of the darkness. The sounds of the ghastly lesser fiends was bone rattling, but the largest fiend peered down to them, with it's scorpion tail in the air. "Talis buccellas sapidum, paratus ad devorandum." The beast licked it's lips.

As her eye's widened, the girl quickly scrambled to her feet, as she jolted backwards. From above, the scorpion tail crashed into the ground, with a strong impact. While the girl scrambled, she bumped right into Zyron. Both stumbled slightly, fearfully gazing to the fiends closing in.

"Watch it!" Zyron snapped at her. "You're going to get both of our ass's killed!"

This made the girl take a step away from him, uneasily keeping her eyes on the manticore. "I'm bloody sorry, alright!?" She was fairly tense, sweat rolling down her cheek. "It can't be too much different... could it?..." She murmured, softly.

Zyron gawked at her, swatting away one of the spirits that was circling him. He was shuttering from fear. "Don't be stupid, you wanna live, don't you?! We NEED to run!" He looked off, to where he assumed the exit was located. "(Who am I kidding?! I should just drop this bitch, and bail!)" His knees were trembling.

The pink haired girl held her bladed arm to the side, sharpening her gaze to the manticore. "I can't be sure if this is reality, or not... Ether way this situation ain't very jammy. Even so, if it's any bit like the game... then... It should be the same." She retorted, arching her body forward, as she began rushing at the manticore, with blade at ready.

Zyron looked horrified, "What the FUCK are you doing!? Are you crazy!?" He stumbled back to his rear, as more spirits spiraled around him.

Her arm blade slashed like a scythe, ripping fur from the fiend's neck; as the beast pulled back. It barely missed, only damaging the coat of the monster. With a low growl, the manticore raised it's tail, swinging it down hard once more. The girl evaded, stumbling briefly, before it came again. This time falling to her hands and knees, the scythe arm shifted back to normal.

She panted, with the manticore fiend hanging overhead. This time rearing it's front paws into the air. The girl gritted her teeth, seeing the feet come crashing towards her. From her back and arms, blades formed like defensive spikes.

These metallic edges dug into the manticore's paws, forcing it to cry out in pain. "Heus!" The beast pulled back, roughly, as it crashed back to the ground. Blood was escaping it's toes, as it limped back slightly, with a snarl.

Zyron was flabbergasted, still quivering in fear. Metallic boots echoed from the opposite end of the chamber, which caused the lesser fiends to look over to the sound, nervously. A shadowed figure came from the dark passage, with green eyes peering to the fiends. The monsters quickly retreated back to the shadows. This got Zyron and the girl's attention, forcing them to look to the approaching form.

From the darkness, Nye appeared. She still had infliction from her previous encounter with Kloud. Those cold eyes loomed over to the floating crystal, then over to the duo. "You shouldn't be here." She said.

Zyron shrieked uneasily, making a mad dash in the opposite direction. His staff quickly vanished, taking form back on his chest as the skull pauldron. The female stumbled up to her feet, looking to him in worry. "Wait!" She called, her blades retracting into her body. It looked as if she had no wounds caused from the blades either.

Nye drew closer to the slightly taller girl, looking to the stone once again. "Why would a Morphious be lurking down here, with a Leashed?" Her tone was rather skeptical, with her eyes returning to the girl.

The female turned to her, "I-I don't know what you mean... and who was that dog guy?..." However, she noticed Nye's goggles. "Blimey! Is that a NAT?" She was astounded.

"... I have no idea what you are talking about." Nye looked rather irritated.

She seemed disappointed at Nye's comment. "You don't know..." She looked off, mumbling to herself. "If this isn't the game, just where the bleeding hell am I? It's not making any sense..." Her eyes peered back to Nye, timidly. "They remind me so much of this one boy's NAT. Just let me take a quick gander, okay mate?" She began reaching for them.

Nye quickly grabbed her wrist, before the girl could touch them. "Who are you?" Nye asked, in a threatening tone.

A faded vision came to Nye's mind; yet another flashback. There was a crowd of people around them, with so much noise flowing in. The very same girl quickly grabbed to Nye's past life's arm. She seemed to be angry, saying something. The words weren't clear however.

Quickly letting go of the girl's wrist, Nye returned to reality. The female was staring to Nye, baffled after witnessing the forced shared memory. "You... It can't be... There's no way you're Spooky..."

"...You're from a different time... Aren't you?" Nye was looking over the strange girl, unsure what to do. "How else could I have seen you in my past life's memories." Her eyes shift over to the floating gem. "The blood red Crystal of the deep roads... Dangerous, just as Finch said."

"Oy! What's going on!? How is that even possible!?" She snapped at Nye.

The Queen peered over to her. "I don't have all the answers you seek. However, it seems you're trapped here now. You want to survive in this world, you're going to want allies."

The girl grew quiet. "...You're a lot different then him..."

"I suppose so, I don't really know much about who I used to be." Nye seemed intrigued.

"You and me both, mate." She looked off.

"Nyghtmare Ghestro, or Nye for short." Nye introduced herself.

The blue eyes of the girl glanced over, "Solitaire Eclair. Pretty jammy that you showed up, when you did." She tried to smile. "Geehee."

"The fiends shouldn't bother you, as long as you're not a threat to me." Nye stated, making her way for another passageway.

Solitaire quickly followed after her. "Just a sec there, mate! Fiends? The monsters?"

Nye peered over, "Aye, they obey their queen."

"Queen?! Are you one of those Fiends then?" Solitaire was gobsmacked.

"Not exactly. I'm what you would call an Amygdala." Nye glanced over.

"Never heard of that before... Then so, what was that dog boy? A Leashed? That was what you called him, right?" Solitaire inquired.

"Aye." Nye replied, with a brief glance.

"So what other species are there? I should get the name's straight, so I don't sound like a blooming fool." Solitaire went on.

"Everything will soon fall into place, follow me." Nye stated, leading the way, with Solitaire following after her.

Arriving back into the Wynorex location, Nye continued forward, followed by Solitaire. The morphious seemed rather intrigued by the sights of this location, as she stared in awe.

"Nye! Where were you!?" Miles called from above, jumping down to their level. He stopped a bit, staring with an unsure expression to Solitaire. The little Phoenix peered out from his hood, that he had over his head. "Uh..."

Nye walked beside Miles, patting his shoulder. "I was out. Mind showing Solitaire around, Miles? I need to speak with Finch."

"I-I guess... Are you okay? You're bleeding." Miles glanced to Nye.

"I'll be fine." Nye released his shoulder, before heading to Finch's chambers. "Play nice now." She called, stepping through the doorway.

Miles sighed, pocketing his hands. He motioned Solitaire, to follow him. "Well, come on I guess." He said, ans he began walking passed the hanging skull decorations nearby.

Solitaire peered over to him, before following. She was gawking at the architecture, as they walked off. Nikolai was looming around the location, but turned to watch Miles leading Solitaire around.

"Oh, more forces? How delightful." The reaper giggled, in excitement.

Solitaire peered to Miles, as the small phoenix crept to his shoulder, when he removed his hood. She stared to it slightly. "What's that?"

Miles turned, stopping mid step, on the stair case. "Ember? Well, she's a baby phoenix. Don't look at me like that. It's not like I'm going to eat her."

Solitaire placed a hand to her hip. "I wasn't suggesting anything, you daft feline."

"Could of fooled me." Miles looked to her lazily, before leading her further in.

Nye on the other hand, went into Finch's chambers. He was reading through some old books, but the movement caught his eye. "Oh, greetings my Queen..." He then noticed her infliction, setting his book down to the table. Finch approached Nye, looking to it. "Dear me, what happened here? Don't tell me that the Dream Weaver is near."

"This was not caused by him." Nye shook her head, taking a seat in the strange curtain styled chair. She placed up her boot, looking to Finch.

Finch walked over to her left side, taking a seat to a nearby stool. He took out his gear, preparing to mend the wound. "Who would dare strike thee?"

Nye closed her eyes, as Finch began sewing it up. "One of the Rhyme. A Templar no less." She muttered. "It's not that deep of a wound."

"No, no, no. Tsk tsk tsk. That just won't do." Finch seemed displeased, even though he carried his usual calm demeanor.

"They think us to be villains, as they cast themselves as the heroes. It's only in their nature to act in such trivial ways. They misunderstand, that sometimes there is no good nor evil." Nye stated, her eyes still shut as she relaxed.

"It is rather true, but will they ever rue the day they thought in such ways? Nay. They just won't stay away, but what can we do? Now that they are after you?" Finch pondered, in his usual manner of speech.

Nye opened her emerald eyes. "I can't be certain, my friend. Perhaps they never will learn."

The scene transitioned, from the underground city, to the snow covered ground of the Artiren village. A larger cobblestone was uplifted from under the white powder, by the hand of the canine leashed, Zyron. He looked around nervously, before ascending to the ground above. He placed back the rock, peering around the quiet village. He shivered briefly, he could see his breath, due to how cold it was.

"Why the hell is it so damn cold!?" Zyron growled, pressing onward. "Just have to keep moving... No fucking way am I getting stuck out here to get frost bite!"

Zyron kept his staff on his back, making for the direction the the exit of the town. He was nearing an underpass, where a road went overhead, when his foot suddenly bumped into something. He immediately glanced down, expecting it to be a rock. However, he grew very frightened. Zyron's boot had accidentally nudged into a body of a dwarven man, laying on the ground. Zyron was screaming internally, seeing the corpse having blood escaping from his ears, and eyes like a waterfall of red. The eyes though, were completely white, without any notice of an iris, or anything.

Zyron cringed, shuttering to glance up. Then he noticed something not far off from him. Another dwarf, she was laying unconscious on the ground, at a slight distance. However, she wasn't in the same state, as the already deceased one. The shrouded hood of the mysterious man with the spider tattoo was crouched down to her level. His mouth was ajar, with fangs exposed, not too far from her far. The sight however was rather disturbing. The Angel of death was breathing in the dwarven woman's dream, or rather her life force, from the look of it.

Zyron's heart was racing, his breathing becoming distorted as he took a step back. His heel however, knocked back a small pebble. With the clicking of the stone bouncing off, the Leashed froze. His eyes stricken with terror, as the electric blue ones of the Dream Weaver glanced over, with an intimidating glare. "..."

"oohhh... Fuck..." Zyron grimaced, in panic.

Without a moments notice, the mysterious man shadow stepped at Zyron; warping to the side of the dog. His quick movement fazed by, with blue eyes locked. Zyron was too slow to maneuver, before the man slammed him back hard into the cobble stone wall, of the underpass. Zyron swallowed frantically, shaking, with fear casting over him. The Weaver has his hand clenched to Zyron's throat, with his knife held to his side. The dog's feet were elevated above the ground.

"A stray Leashed. Typical. Always showing up when I'm feeding. You must really want to die." Sneered the intimidating man, with the Spider Tattoo. His tone was cold, and harsh, which sent shivers up Zyron's spine.

Zyron was traumatized, he was unable to choke up a sentence, or even a word to beg for his life.

"Hmph." The man scoffed, dropping Zyron to the ground, to his surprise.

The dog sat there, the suspense surfacing as he trembled. Those piercing blue eyes peering down at him, before they closed, to turn off from Zyron. The man placed his hands into his pockets, walking off from him; his coat blowing from the frosted wind.

"This time you escape death, next time... I won't hesitate to kill you." He stated, darkness in his voice as he vanished off into the white blanket of snow, through the winter village.

"..." Zyron was shaking. "What the hell, was he?!..." He was breathing erratically.

The view panned up to the sky, before emerging to Belmont city. Kloud was holding his arm, walking in slight discomfort from his previous encounter with Nye. He was gritting his teeth.

"Great... Now I have to find her again... The Grand Master is going to kill me...Ughhh..." He groaned, with a sigh.

He formed his angel wings, before flying off to the Sky World kingdom. He reached the summit of it, before progressing through the gates of the capitol. There was a city up there, the architecture was rather lovely, with grand amounts of luxury. It was bustling with many other Rhyme it seemed, along with various forms of beast men. A towering wolf man happened to notice Kloud, heading over to greet him.

"Why if it isn't Kloud. How's it going?" The giant beast of a man smiled.

Kloud timidly peered up, to the mountain sized wolf. "Oh, Flint. Uh, greetings... Apologizes, I'm in a bit of a rut here."

Flint seemed perplexed. "That so? Mind if I butt in, and ask what's bothering you?

Kloud sighed, "Orders to detain a particular female Amygdala... I slipped up, and she eluded me." He then holds his head. "Ayame is going to be go cross with me."

"Oh ho! Lady troubles." Flint chuckled.

"Huh?" Kloud gawked, "What? No-no." He held his hands up, sweating slightly. "The Grand Master wants me to bring the woman to him. Ayame... Well... I think I may be at the end of the rope with her. All these mistakes, I might loose my Knighthood."

Flint crossed his arm. "I see. Perhaps I could lend a hand."

Kloud shook his head. "It's punishment for letting 'the angel of death' escape. I can't ask you to help me, Flint."

Flint thought for a moment. "Hmmm.... I have a swell idea, Stormy." He stated.

Kloud looked to Flint. "You do?"

"Mhm! I'll help with Ayame. If she gets off your back, maybe you can focus more." Flint grinned.

"Uh..." Kloud looked off, nervously. "I know how you are with woman though..."

"I'm not going to swoop in and steal her, before you can get a chance, bud. I can soften her up for you, is all. How about it?" Flint explained.

"Well... It's just...I don't know..." Kloud sighed, shrugging timidly.

Flint patted Kloud's shoulder. "It'll all work out. Just keep your chin up. Okay?"

"Thanks, Flint. I should go get these wounds cleaned up however. Sooner I get back out there, the sooner I can get this mission under control." Kloud walked off from the wolf man.

Flint turned to watch him go. "Poor guy. He's always such a nervous wreck."

Around this time, Nye was exiting Finch's work space. Miles happened to be waiting for her, sitting criss-crossed, on a elevated space.

"Waiting for me?" Nye seemed intrigued.

Miles got to his feet, dusting off his rear. "Yeah, I still wanna know where you dipped off to."

"Investigating, as per usual. Why so curious?" Nye peered over to him.

Miles crossed his arms, one of hears ears slanting to the side. "Maybe I just wanna know. Sheesh woman."

"I see. Any who. I need to head back out shortly. If you want to go outside, you can explore with Solitaire." Nye turned to the gates.

Both ears went back this time. "What? Why can't I go with you?" Miles asked.

"I think it would be wiser if I went alone. Keep her company, alright?" Nye pocketed her hands.

Miles grumbled, with a sigh. "Fine. Whatever you want."

"I don't see why you're so disappointed, It's not as if you can't leave." Nye shifted, to glance back.

"... It's nothing." Miles looked off. "Be careful."

"I always am. You stay out of trouble now." Nye headed out.

Miles stared where she went, seeming irritated "..."

Nye was progressing through the tunnels, but the fiends seemed stirred. Her eyes loomed over to them, as they backed off aggressively.

"(The lesser fiends are acting rather strangely...)" She thought, looking over them as they fled back into the shadows. "... I need to look into this when I return." She muttered, progressing for the nearest exit.

Nye had a brief thought cross her mind, from a short while ago, as she continued through the dark abyss.

She was around the Knothole Sanctum, when she returned with Ashewyn. He had gone back into the pub, to join some others at a table. Nye was at the bar at this time, finishing a glass of whiskey, before getting to her feet.

"I may have some information, that perhaps might be of interest. It will cost you, however." Spoke a female voice.

As she stepped closer to the exit, she glanced over to see a strange woman, who was sitting within the shadows of the corner. She had on a large witch hat, that covered over her eyes. She smiled to Nye, with her index finger to her chin.

"You have my attention." Nye replied.

The woman held out her hand, her face still obscured by her massive hat. "Zircon, in exchange. All sales final."

"...So, the secret shop keeper." Nye stepped closer, holding out a small stack of Zircon coins. "Information first. I'm not buying, what I can't use."

"Fair enough. Sit." The witch instructed.

Nye joined the mysterious woman at her table, the shadows of her hat hiding the majority of her face.

"I have heard the whispers of the others, you are seeking intel on the one known as 'the angel of death', or am I mistaken?" She smiled.

"Aye." Nye placed the coins to the table. "What do you know?"

"I have heard rumors, that he is often around Belmont city. In assuming such, he must hold refuge near there. If you are seeking him out, then I would suggesting browsing there." She giggled eerily, holding out her hand.

Nye pushed the Zircon across the table, to the witch. "Thanks for the information."

"Pleasure doing business with you." The witch replied.

Nye's thought faded, as she continued walking through the dark underground caves.