Khosan looked around. Corpses littered the ground around him, and yet the room was awash in an odd glow. He looked around, the cobbles beneath his feet awash in blood, and a woman appeared slowly in front of him. He glared deeply at her, and she simply stared back. "Hold, Khosan. I am Benehime."

"Cana you cure me?" That was all he cared about.

"I am afraid not,but I know one who can. However, he will not do so willingly when he learns of your allegiance. Seek out the Mage Lord. I can grant you power, but there is one single condition."

"What is it?" He asked eagerly, he was willing to do anything.

"You will be my hand in this world. You will report directly to me, and obey me."

"Of course." He sighed a little. "I accept." Instantly, he felt power flood through him, a deep-throated scream emerging as he collapsed, pain emerging with the power. His eyes changed color to a deep, feral yellow, and the pain slowly faded, leaving only power, unimaginable power.