Chase was soaring through the air, realizing what he had just done.
He started too panic.
'Why did I do that!'
As he soared through the air above the black market, he put his arms at his sides.
Below him, he spotted a distant striped roof of one of the stalls.
'Let's hope it's just a dream, Spark!"
He felt a weird tingle in his soul, as if the hell hound was nodding along with his thoughts.
Then he landed, taking down the entire stall around him.
"Ow..."
He groaned, as he pushed himself out of the soft fabric.
Everyone around the stall seemed to be lost in the battle taking place at the center of The Underbelly, to really care about the trampled stall.
So he started sprinting through the strange alleys toward the center of the market.
A giant magic screen was playing above The Underbelly, that was showcasing the battle.
It didn't look good.
Neo was covered in his own blood, and the silver sword they had given him was shattered all the way down to the guard.
Chase was trying his best, pushing past people twice his size.
Then out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted... A green flame...?
Stopping in his tracks and nearly running into some drunk, he turned his body and started toward that direction.
However, he was only met with a large onyx wall.
In front of said wall, sat a small stall that had a bunch of strange faulty pieces of equipment.
"Pick your poison!" The gaunt elder man yelled happily.
"What?"
Chase asked, with his head tilted in confusion.
On the table in front of him, a strange wristband-like tool was sitting motionless in the far corner.
His heart skipped a beat.
"That!"
He pointed, wondering how fate had ended up working out in his favor.
On the checkered table, sat the thing he had been hoping to get his hands on most.
An Energy Vox...
The man gave him a terrible smirk, as if expecting him to pick that specific item.
"How many coins you got?"
As swiftly as he could, he dug every single coin out of his pockets and held them up to the man.
"You got a DEAL!"
The man yelled, while ringing a bell that was hanging just above his head.
Chase grabbed the Vox, and threw all of his change onto the table.
Turning toward the direction of the arena, he strapped the item around his right wrist and bolted.
Dodging and swerving through and around crowds of people. Some had actually taken their shirts off and painted "Gregor!" on their chests with a red paint.
He would have questioned most of them, which had all been spelled completely wrong if the paint hadn't been a red color which he prayed wasn't blood.
With a strange grin on his face, he finally spotted a large black building in the distance.
He had to fight through crowds of people just to get to the gate; however, a familiar dark skinned man was standing there.
When he looked down at Chase, who looked quite desperate to get in, He sighed.
"Not again..."
Chase was panting for air, but he managed to get out a couple of words.
"Pleas- I nee- To get in...."
He took a deep breath, looking down at the boy.
"Look... It's a live event, I can't just let you in."
Then, another man spoke out from behind the guard.
"I've been expecting you!"
Dorian called out from the dark halls of the outer rooms of the arena.
The guard turned to the side, letting Chase pass.
He caught the man rolling his eyes, but just decided to mutter a quick thank you.
Dorian had already turned around, and started toward the other end of the hall.
Chase had to jog in order to catch up to the man wearing exotic beast fur as a coat.
Then he did something that caused him to reach into his soul and draw his cobalt blade.
Chase held the blade to the man who had dawned his own.
Dorian was holding a leopard colored rapier, and was aiming it toward the boy's throat.
Chase grit his teeth and kept Hero's fang in between the keeper's blade and his own body.
Then Dorian growled.
"I don't know what sort of ancient deity you pissed off... But whatever you did, it messed everything up!"
Chase lowered his blade a little, and took a deep breath.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, I just have to help my friend..."
Dorian glanced around the dark hallway, and then lowered his own blade.
"I never scheduled this fight..."
He muttered under his own breath, as if fearful someone was listening.
Then he looked at Chase, his eyes dangerously serious.
"I need your help... I can't have the death of a noble boy on my hands..."
"Wait!"
Chase yelped, realizing the man knew more than he was letting on.
"What!?"
The man with slick black hair growled back.
"I need you to tell me who Eternity is first..."
Then the room around him shook, and without warning Dorian shot toward Chase and smothered his mouth with his hand.
"Don't you dare speak that name in a place like this..."
And for the first time Chase realized just how dire the situation around him was...