*The time had come, the armies under Loki have begun to march towards the Blasted Plains in an attempt to rid this world of Set's spiritual control. The armies of the exhaulted were now within sight, and within seconds the unholy legions let out a blood chilling war-cry! Like a thousand horrible screams of utter rage, their demonic voices filled the air. The warriors began to bang their dark swords to against their satanic armor.....the banging only added to the horrible sounds of their screams. From the other-worldly fortress, Ticonious looked on......letting out a small laugh.

" So, they have decided to show themselves. Its about time.......should I send the legions out my Lords, or should I let them come to us?"

*The Four Deaths hissed from their black hooded cloaks and black demonic armor.

" Let them come to usssssss.........whenever they get close enough, the legionssss will quickly stop their march.........then we shall send them to our Lord."

*Ticonious smiled again.

" Duragon is also here."

"We know, we have felt him......he is no threat."

"As you wish my Lords............"

*Ticonious then turned to face the window again, looking out upon the legions and the approaching Exhaulted. The High Priest smiled to himself, this was going to be a bloodbath......a gift fitting for Set. It was The Four's horrible hissing filled Ticonious' ears again.

"What of the woman Priest?"

*Ticonious did not turn, he kept his eyes looking out the window to the approaching army.

"You needn't give yourselves pause my lords......she is of no threat, however she won't be alive much longer. The Jackel will be sent for her. He lays dead now - but you all of beings my lords should know the the Dark Lord's pet can't completely die unless The Iron Crown sees fit to give him life again."

*The High Necromancer's mind was searching for Loki, perhaps once he found him,he would begin communication with the mighty exhaulted.