Hundreds of decayed corpses, rushed towards them through the tunnels. Unlike the slow, lumbering undead portrayed by many horror movies, these undead corpses were traveling at a very good speed.

"I think we should put this bet on hold," replied DeMalkon in a forcefully calm voice.

"Agreed," answered Zann and Silver in unison before charging into the oncoming undead army.

"Restrain yourself Silver," warned DeMalkon, "one of those outlandish magic attacks would probably cause a cave in and kill everyone in here."

Silver only nodded in response before swinging his large scythe at the undead troops. Zann was swiping both of his blades, chopping down the charging horde. Both of them were holding back the attack, still twitching dead body parts littering the corridor. Though a few smaller creatures were able to sneak past the two warriors, but were stopped by Dusk with a few swipes of his claws. The corpse of a young girl, who couldn't have been more than eight or ten, rushed towards them, but DeMalkon whirled around and cut it down at the legs just in time.

"How... horrible," Mist whispered to herself in fear and sorrow, "Don't these necromancer's have ANY pride, are they just as heartless as the beings they control?"

The attack stopped still, all the invading forces frozen in their place, but it took a few seconds for either Silver or Zann to stop cutting them up and realize that they weren't attacking. Mist looked back to watch Krator walk past her and towards Silver and Zann.

"Sorry I was late guys, I heard that you two were fighting and I had to pay my bets," joked Krator, the veins almost popping out of his neck and his red infected eye almost spinning in its socket, "the statistics were five to one against Zann, but with my experience with his sparring skills, I reasoned they be closer to ten to one."

"Ha ha, very funny," laughed an insulted Zann.

Silver's expression seemed unchanged and almost as uncaring as before the fight saying, "From your expression, you're having a hard time counteracting the necromancer doing this."

"NECROMANCERS, it takes more than one to amass this many undead in such quick response without knowing how to mass index an autonomous command," answered Krator with a smirk, "Believe me, I remember that if nothing else from basic training."

"So, what now?" asked Dusk, staring nervously at the frozen army in front of them.

"Split up, we need to find out if this is a multi-pronged attack," commanded DeMalkon, "Krator, I need you to keep this attack force at bay for as long as possible. Zann, Silver, Dusk, and Mist, I need all of you to find and disable those necromancers before they send for back up."

"No," bluntly answered Silver, "I am going on my own, it looks like you can handle things here by yourselves." Silver was about to walk through the paralyzed undead army and leave but suddenly fell over backwards as if he ran into a solid stone wall. That wall was Father Guill Ateen, wearing a white garb with long and wide sleeves covering his hands and anything he would have been holding.

"I am sorry to intervene like this, young one," the priest apologized, his sleep deprived eyes seemingly staring right into Silver's soul, "but I'm afraid that the anger for your father has clouded your vision."

"Clouded? I think I'm seeing very clearly," answered Silver, his tone agitated, "You think you know so much, but you don't know anything where I'm concerned." Silver tried to walk around Guill, but the priest sidestepped and blocked Silver's path.

"I do not deny that I don't have all the answers," responded Guill, "but everyone knows that a horse needs a rider when he's wearing blinders. Even though the horse will never be distracted from his goal, that same horse will never be able to see the true finish line without a rider pointing him."

"Just be quiet, you don't know what your talking..." Silver began to say before he was slapped by Guill. Mist stepped back in surprise at the sight of the priest catching Silver by surprise.

"No, you be quiet," Guill said in a more forceful tone, "You may have a better understanding of the world than most your age, but even with that you haven't learned a thing save revenge. Tell me this, how do you plan to kill your father? You think you'll just ambush him and cut him down? Do you really think things are that simple? And if you do succeed, what then? What becomes of your life, can you answer that question, or doesn't anything else at all matter to you?"

Silver's concealed anger was starting to show itself as he growled, "Well, I wouldn't have to bother thinking about that if people didn't keep getting in my WAY," Silver threw what appeared to be a supernaturally powerful punch at Guill's torso. Guill didn't even flinch on contact while Silver cursed to himself, waving his injured hand in pain.

"Condensed lead armor, almost a thousand pounds of it," Krator informed Silver, "Each pound representing a sin someone's confessed to him, that's why a few of us refer to him as the 'half ton priest' every once and a while."

Guill held on to Silver's shoulder and gave an angry glare, quietly he said to him, "Revenge only leads to one's own suffering, be grateful that you don't have to experience it like I did," he paused, hanging his head in silence at the memory, "And just for the record," he whispered in Silver's ear, "I wouldn't need a single pound of this armor to overcome you in battle." Silver started at this statement.

Guill turned to DeMalkon and said, "Let me accompany Silver, make sure that the extermination of the enemy doesn't take too long."

"Sure, but I want you to check out the other entrances," ordered DeMalkon, "got it?"

"Yes, sir," Guill replied, almost leading Silver like a punished child.

Krator, who was now sweating, chuckled as he asked, "Hey Guill, make sure you decapitate one for me, O.K.?" Guill nodded as he, Mist, and Dusk headed through the petrified hordes towards the Necromancers responsible.