The registration form was quickly filled, the form something Jeolas easily filled with memories of Thimons life.

  "To get the Army inside, we would like to open the gate tonight, is there any way to accomplish that somewhat easily?"

  The warlock asked, prompting his gigantic friend to search his notes.

  The System Hero was quite proud of his comrades' development, the speed at which he flipped through the papers before he pulled out a spreadsheet of expected guard movement brought a smile to his lips.

  "You have grown into the position, it seems. I am still sorry for leaving you behind."

  He said, his friend sighing at that.

  "If I had your type of Immortality, I would have to do the same. Every Hero has a sacred task, and while you are made to grow and explode, it is my lot in life to be the oldest among us, and thus the one tasked with paper work."

  "Then it must be the assassin's task to dispose of those we could not face with an army. Nemo, your position from now on would be to lead the people branch of the adventurers' guild, sending teams to search and destroy bandit camps and the like. You already agreed, so you can't back out anymore. Come to me once operation upheaval is done, and I can tell you how we should continue."

  Thus, the trio nodded and departed, embarking on a path right towards Furchensteins Prison, where they quickly went into the planned positions.

  Once they entered the cold building, made completely out of compacted dark rock, Nemo and Jeolas hid in a corner, with the Margan going invisible and Loui talking to the guard posted near the entrance. To distract them.

  "Good morning, honored peacekeepers, we were just passing through your beautiful city, when someone stole the gold my liege had on him, would you happen to know where I could find them?"

  He asked, moving to distract the guards from the mystical mumblings the prophet was exclaiming, and his almost obscene hand movements.

  "We do not, but we will immediately begin our search for the object, in question."

  They answered, indicating that they absolutely didn't care to ever give it back to the foreigner once they found it.

  With a quick "Thank you", he slowly approached the Heroes, the group leaving the building as the spell matrix took hold, and Jeolas skin flakes were distributed through the entire prison, awakening many a zombie. The next part would have to be quick, the party approaching the gate in quick steps.

  They knew everything worked out perfectly when the bells began to sound, an undead attack on the prison building enough to draw everyone from their posts.

  Once that happened, they slipped into the southern gate, opening it and letting the Larvean army inside. Immediately, the slimy figures came out of hiding, the darkness now dotted with red eyes as they stored into the city.

  The fight was bloody, the inhabitants' heresy making the weakest among them simply fall to their knees in agony as soon as the army entered, followed by a magical overflow of the area in the mana that the Inquisitors used to infuse their swords.

  Many died that night, the toxic skin most Larveans enjoyed killing at a touch. None of their enemies stood by daybreak, and Jeolas held his hand to the local dukes' throat, staring into the Snowborns eyes as he held himself back from killing him, releasing the man instead.

  "Thank you!" The elderly man screamed, his eyes beaming with hope as he ran for his life, only for the assassin's blade to open his throat.

  "It does feel good to kill someone this cowardly..." He announced, everyone else agreeing with war screams as they receded into the sewer to rest for the day.

  "Today we slaughtered our most destructive of enemies, and in the near future, we will have to do so more often. Today, some of us will have to ascend and preach our values, claim their souls before our enemies gather themselves again. An invasion like ours will never be easy, but for the truly devout, it will be a time to test our greatness!"

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