"why exactly are we still here, trevor.", I ask the man. "You do realise that we have a necromancer in the next room, right."

  A quick glance and I understand what is happening in the room. Trevor is right now maintaining vigil on the gate. I can see Jacob and Andrew both catching a nap in one of the corners of the room. A bit unprofessional but then men have been exhausted in all of this time anyways.

  "The zombies have stopped attacking the door, captain.", he replies. "We assumed that it would be best to be here to see how they will behave. Anyways, we won't find a better place to hold back any zombies they throw at us. You won't be able to fight against them in those nareue tunnels."

  Remind me to explain to you what exactly meditation is one of these day. Nobody ever explains it this precisely. I have just left meditation about five minutes ago, almost half a day over the time I was supposed to do so. (Hey, don't blame me. It is easy to get lost in meditation.). That shouldn't have happened. I am not that skilled with meditation.

  "What exactly is happening in the room beyond.", I ask. This should have been the first thing that I should have asked but I am still recovering from my meditation. I can see the man's point. This is the best place to hold back the zombies but is also within easy reach of the necromancer. Even without that formation of his, a necromancer is not an easy enemy to fight.

  "We dont know what is happening in the room beyond. We haven't dared to peak into the room.", he speaks. "The only thing that we can be sure of is that something has happened to the necromancer. He was throwing massive bolts of mana until a while ago. He has stopped doing that now."

  As he speaks, I finally notice it. The mana in the air shows signs of being drained. I have seen it before, but never without a large number of mages working their magic at the same time.

  "Who do you think he could be fighting. That much mana, the enemy is not anybody weak.", he replies.

  "Well, the necromancer is clearly fighting against somebody.", he speaks. "Now the vampires are unlikely to travel half the continent to just fight the necromancers in our territory. They do plenty of that In their own lands. I have to assume that the person that he is fighting is one of the mayfires. Also, the necromancers must have allied with the vampires."

  "But that has never happened.", I reply, trying to think of one instance where they have worked together. "They have always been fighting against each other."

  "Well, you are asking the wrong person, kid.", he speaks, "they have a very complicated relation is all that I will be able to tell you. In the recent times, they have ended up fighting each other but they have worked together an equal number of times. I can easily think up of five examples on the spot."

  "Still, why would they attack the mayfires?", I ask.

  "Well, I cant really be sure. Only that the mayfires might be involved in the matter.", he speaks,

  "Now how would that be the case?", I ask the man.

  "Think about it kid, does the outer keep look like a necromancer has attacked it?", he replies.

  "Well, they tend to rip through a place.", I reply. At the legion, we have never faced necromancers. We have cleaned up after enough of them though. They are not pretty.

  "That means that the necromancers did not appear here from the outer keep.", he replies. "What options does it leaves behind."

  "A teleportation formation.", I realise. "But the the mayfires would have protections against something like that."

  "Which is why I think that the mayfires are hiding something.", he replies.

  "You think they could be working together?", I ask, feeling a chill crawl down my spine.

  "No, if that was the case, we wouldn't be the people here.", he replies. "The mayfires are able to communicate with us. If they had used those means, then the legion would be here. You agree that they are better targets than us."

  "Well, then what could they be planning.", I reply.

  "That is the question of the hour.", he replies. "And something that you don't need to worry about. How is the corpse poision."

  "Poison?, you mean the plague.", I reply, confused for a second. Only old folks call it corpse poison. "Well I have managed to remove almost all of it. There is still a bit left but that won't harm anybody. I can fight again, though without the bloody fang I can't say just how useful I will be."

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  "Good, because I need you to take over the watch for me. I have not slept for two days straight now.", he replies. "I need to take a quick nap."

  Looking at the man, it is clear that it is the truth. The man looks like he is about to keel over any second now. Well, the man joins my two underlings in their sleep, leaving me alone again. Knowing him, the man is going to end up asleep in a few moments. I have not seen him sleep more than a couple of times but the man sleeps like a rock when he does.

  I don't think that man will even stir even If I were to shake him awake. I don't want to be the one to test it though. The man freaks me out a bit if I am a bit honest.

  Still, I feel very awkward standing here. Right now, all of my instincts are screaming that I should not be here. I mean we are about as safe here as anywhere else. The zombies will not be able to attack us as long as the door is not breached and the necromancer is clearly occupied with something else. Somebody will have to tell my head that though. It refuses to calm down.

  Oh right, that reminds me. I quickly walk to the corner of the room in which we have kept our supplies. Ruffling through my stuff and I find the rock sword kept in my packs.

  It is of a different length compared to the bloody fang and I won't be able to use its petrifying ability any time soon, but I can strengthen it using my vital mana and it is about as decent of a replacment as I can find in this place. Though I have to be careful in making sure that no vampires sees me using it. It is considered to be very rare to be given a artifact in the court. It will be enough drive them into a frenzy.

  I did not want to remove the sword out here, but I have no option. They say that vampires are able to detect their artifacts. Let's hope that I don't attract any in my head right now.

  I shouldn't have brought it with me. It is just such a precious thing, that we simply could not have left it behind with the organisation. The damn bastards would have stolen it. Trevor was against this but I managed to satisfy the man by placing a couple of runes to hide the things presence.

  They do tend to be effective, but they are so fragile that even unsheathing the sword will break these runes. The best option would have been to not use the sword, but when the zombies break in there is no way that I will be fighting them with my bare fists

  If the mayfire manages to beat the necromancer, I won't even need to fight but if the necromancer beats the enemy, then we will be cornered completely. We could survive for a bit longer by retreating but I don't see getting out of this alive.

  Well, the only thing that we can do at this moment is to wait. Right now all of our hopes of survival depend on this mayfire who we have never seen in our lives.

  Well, I will continue this log when the damn necromancer does actually end up attacking us. If I were to keep recording until then I will certainly lose my mind in the anxiety.

  (After another four hours.)

  Finally, somebody is attacking the door. Even right now they are attacking the door, each attack causing the door to quiver. The air is so full of the necromancer's mana that I can't even tell if the other side is a mayfire or the necromancer.

  I assume it is the mayfire. After all if it was the necromancer, he would simply be using a much larger amount of mana. Then again, once the necromancer were to leave that barrier of his he would not be able to command the ridiculous amount of mana that he can wield. Maybe he simply can't use that mana.

  "Captain, who is attacking us?", trevor asks behind me. When did the man get up.

  "I can't tell.", I admit. "Regardless of who it is it would be wise to be ready. Get the two to weapon up and get into formation."

  Hearing my command, the man quickly goes to wake up the two men. I mean, being in formation might send the wrong message if a mayfire were to enter but we can't risk being in a less threatening formation at the moment.

  After all, if there is a necromancer in the door behind us, it is not going to be an easy fight. There is a reason that the necromancers have survived even after pissing off all the gods. They are bloody tough enemies to fight.

  The door cracks open leading to a small crack opening up on the door. the two soldiers wake up behind me. Well, they are well trained at the very least. otherwise, people would usually panic if they are suddenly woken up like that.

  These people are calm and begin to take their positions as the crack in the begins to expands as a flaming eagle punches through the door.

  This is not an eagle caught on flames. Every inch of the creatures is made up of pure flames, like a fire elementakl. Even now, the fires have begun to eat into the door as the creature circles up above us.

  I am so caught up with the creature that I almost don't notice the man that is entering through the door. He is roughly my age, though his mana suggests that the man is in the latter half of the foundation stage. Other than that the man is the perfect example of what you would think a warrior to be.

  He is chiseled in a way that would make even the soldiers of the legion be wary of this guy. Well, half the guys in the legion would have a physique like this, if they were allowed to have them. We can't really be doing our work if we end up triggering every guard that we end up meeting due to looking intimidating.

  Shit, where was I. Yeah, so it is clear that the one opposite me is a mayfire. Before I can say anything, the man opposite me speaks up.

  "Captain antonio of the hexmountain.", he speaks. "We have been expecting you. I believe that this is your sword."

  As the man speaks he throws my sword at me. I grasp it in my hands, feeling better the instant that I touch it.

  "Well, I apologise for not knowing your name, mayfire.", I speak, trying to sound important.

  "I am Alfred mayfire.", he speaks. "I am not surprised you don't know anything about me."

  Fuck that means that the man in front of me is the young master of the mayfires. He is supposed to be the man that is supposed to take over the mayfires when the present head were to die.

  He is also supposed to be a genius that has cast his first spell at the age of eight. (I was ten years myself.) He has also supposedly fought and killed a phoenix at the age of twelve. (I am not a fool to try that.) Well, this is going to interesting.