Apart from recon purposes, even with the compa.s.s leading the way to the priestess, there might be a need for more resources and information to get to her. That's where we come in, plus there's no guarantee that we would be able to escape the same way with which we arrived, so it would be up to the rest of us to secure a way off the island before rendezvousing with the s.h.i.+p and learning exactly what forces and who we might end up having to deal with. You can just focus on finding the elf." Mack explained with a furrowed look on his face.

Mack has always been the more intelligent of the clones, his Ability to find and disseminate information was quite impressive. If he was on earth, he would probably be working for the CIA.....or maybe working for me, which if you think about it, was actually the same thing. Either way his plan also had holes, but it was more foolproof than mine, and it meant that anyone of us would have backup when we needed it should things get out of hand. Besides if worse comes to worse, we could just blow the island up! I'm already a wanted man, blowing up an island filled and ran by criminals can not make my reputation any more bad than it already is.

"Alright Darke engage ghost mode, and let's hope that the Acheron gets enough information for us to be able to get into the cities without being noticed."

(GHOST MODE ENGAGED/ ENERGY LEVELS DROPPED BY 78.90%)

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THE OCEAN CITY OF ATLANTIS: UPPER CITY

h.e.l.l GATE PEAK

KEEPER?????

KEEPER had kept watch over this infernal gates for thousands of years, and even though he knew that his time as keeper was rapidly coming to an end, he wasn't really happy. Those otherworld travelers might think he hasn't noticed what they've been doing, but he has, and if left chills in his 10 thousand year old brittle bones. Most people said that with age came wisdom, but for him all it brought about was weakness, with the gates he was supposed to watch over fully and completely responsible for his greying hair and aching bones.

His vigorous life essence was what has been keeping the gates sealed, and the gates themselves greedily drank from him, gaining sentience and power and mocking his resolve and duty. Forgotten by his own race until they themselves had become nothing more than myth, a history long forgotten than even the dragon wars itself. But that was not the only thing he lost, over the years of keeping watch in and over this city, he has had loved ones, wives, sons, daughters, grandchildren and great grandchildren.

But now they were all forgotten under the ravages of time, displaced just like his history and the knowledge of who and what he is. He had forgotten his own name, forgotten his own heart and mind until every other day became a simple slog of self pity and remorse, aches and pains as he counted time that pa.s.sed and waited for the ever close embrace of death. He used to have a name, but now all he was and could ever be was Keeper; Keeper of the Gates of h.e.l.l.

Regardless of what may come, Keeper was prepared to meet the end with open arms and a happy smile on his face. This world had grown weak and might not be able to withstand the onslaught of h.e.l.l, but it was also strong in it's own right, especially now that he could feel the elements stirring. Be it the G.o.ds, or the now forgotten elemental dragons, the elements of the world were stirring, shaking and roiling, this was a call to war the likes of which this world has not seen in ten thousand years.

And once upon a time, such a thing would have gotten Keeper's blood boiling with antic.i.p.ation. But this war was not for him, to be honest he really didn't care who would win, all that mattered to him was his duty, it's the only thing that has stood the test of time. His job to defenf the gates of h.e.l.l and keep it from ever being opened, apart from that, the universe could go f.u.c.k itself.

"Is that him? The boss we have to kill to open the gates?" a voice asked as over a hundred men and women made their way into Keeper's temple.

"Yes that's him, don't you see the name tag above his head? We have to kill him to secure the temple, then we can commence the sacrifice by midnight." Another voice replied.

"But seriously though, look at him! He's just an old man, what could he possibly do to stop us? Come on boss do we really have to fight him?"

"Well you stupid idiot, he has to die for the ritual to be completed, as long as he's still alive his life force would keep the gates bound and tightly shut. Didn't you hear what the demon said when they gave us this mission? We have to end him for the gates to be free of suppression. For all intents and purposes he's the first lock we have to smash open, so stop whining and get your head into the game! literally! He's just a boss."

Keeper has heard the terms these people have taken to calling him, he couldn't exactly said that he liked it, but he couldn't say that he disliked it either. Quite frankly he didn't care what they called him, the only thing that mattered was how much of a fight they would out up, because Keeper had every intention of going all out and pus.h.i.+ng whatever was left of his once magnificent strength to the extreme. Hopefully these 'players' do not disappoint and give a great fight that's to precede a worthy death.

{{ It's great that you have all gathered here to usher me into my demise, I have waited long for this day, imagined and dreamt it over and over again, but...…each time it's not always the same. And I can a.s.sure you it's very different from today too. But one thing that all stays the same is the screams of men, the rage of warriors and the scent of blood all blending together to make for a befitting send off, at the very least I feel that I deserve that.

But in all honesty I really don't want to fight, my bones ache a lot, breathing is quite difficult for me, and I feel sleepy all the time.}}

"Well old man if you don't want to fight then why don't you just let us kill you, we promise to make it quick right guys?"

"Sure we will hahahaha, we need to have respect for the elderly."

{{ What else can be expected of ignorant children who call themselves 'players!' to make a mockery of death and the honor of spilled blood right in the presence of Keeper. You fools must be prepared to die over and over again to be able to beat me, sure your infernal magic of resurrection would keep you all coming after me like flies over s.h.i.+t!

But with each death you children experience, I would make sure it's more painful and brutal than you imagine and slowly break and twist your mind until you're all nothing but mewling little piglets at the mercy of my divine mandate and duty.

I implore you all to take this seriously, I intend to die a good death, a satisfactory death. I don't want to spend my last moments disciplining a bunch of idiots without the conviction to face a t.i.tan!........yes! I remember now, that's what I am, I am a t.i.tan. Indeed I am, I can't believe I had forgotten the glory of my race, but my heart is true and my duty is just.

It has been many moons since I felt so alive, but I feel the sweet and loving arms of death slowly beckoning me, calling me into her embrace and bringing me the just end I deserve. It's a shame that it has to come at the hand of you bunch of pathetic and dishonor filled flesh bags. Well then 'players' I invite you to a dance of death with me, and etch the honor that I've given you today in your heart. And let your children's children and their children remember the glorious end of ATLAS! THE t.i.tAN THAT CARRIES THE WORLD!