Frenzil ??? - (DIMENSION: THREE-SEVEN-FOUR - LOCATION: TEJ KALMONIS HEAROUS - TRANSLATION: TOMB OF THE DAMNED):
SPLOCK! Was the sound that was created by my boots making contact with the damp floor, slick with unknown residue. Wading through, I glanced at my map, knowing that I was getting near.
"Frenzil, are we close?" Blezeren asked from behind me as the other followers of the Darkstar Empire followed close behind.
The red gems embedded in his dark blue suit gave off enough light so that it was easy to locate and differentiate him from the others. He was five feet and eleven inches tall, yet he was just barely skimming the roof, his brunette hair brushing against the roof.
"Yes, I believe we are approaching our final destination," I answered, pulling out the Crealon, a device that would allow me to activate the Darkblade corpses.
The fumes from bodies decaying over the course of millions of years were extravagant and could easily kill a normal human being, but the suits that we were wearing allowed us to breathe through the toxicity, and even if my suit tore, my healing factor would easily keep me alive, although the same couldn't be said for the others.
"AAARGH!" yelled one of the group members as their suit got caught onto a sharp object sticking out of the wall, tearing a small hole in it.
Unfortunately for him, that was just enough, causing the group to stop and watch in horror as he fell into a fetal position, clawing at himself. Blood seeped out of his orifices as he slowly died due to being melted from the inside out. He coughed up his liquified liver into his helmet, drowning in it while decaying.
"We have to keep moving," I remarked, paying no attention due to losing others who had joined us earlier in much more gruesome ways.
After several more minutes of walking, we finally came to a stop in front of a large wall, where our map ended, meaning that our prize was right beyond this obstacle.
"Time to shine Blezeren," I said, taking a step back as Blezeren aimed his hand in the shape of a finger gun.
A brilliant glowing ball of light shot out, slamming into the wall, but not breaking through, but of course that wasn't his intention in the first place. The wall began to collapse in on itself, being absorbed into the small sphere in the middle. When the hole was big enough, Blezeren opened his hands, causing the ball to fizzle out and disappear.
Stepping through the newly-formed cavity, we emerged into a mass grave, about several-hundred kilometers across on all four sides. The floor was littered with the preserved corpses of the original soldiers of the United Realm Empire and the deceased Darkblades alike. The deactivated Darkblades were still intact, clearly being able to be differentiated from the dead ones.
Setting down the Crealon, I typed the code that the Emperor had given me, and a small yet audible buzz could be heard in the silent room, with the silence occasionally being broken up by the slightest drips of liquids.
"REEORRRR!" broke up the silence, as billions of Darkblades awoke from their slumber.
"What now?" Blezeren asked me.
"Now we go after the brothers," I told him as I observed the screeching valley. I smiled as I imagined the pained screams of those self-righteous bastards who ran this "empire".