Rygilya Semtek stepped inside the castle made of ice. He didn't know how Memphis would react to his return. He hoped he wouldn't be killed for being gone so long.

He walked into Memphis' throne room. Empty. Rygilya began walking the halls, looking for his master or Kezell. He thought back to what Kaden had done for him, saving his life instead of those weaklings. It wasn't very heroic. Of course Rygilya was glad to be alive but he couldn't fathom what was going through the Knight's head. Rygilya was a criminal. Branded a terrorist. Kaden should've left him to die in that labyrinth.

Finally, he stumbled upon his master in a lab of shorts. Rygilya had never been to this part of the castle. There was Kezell standing in the corner. Her face lit up when she saw him. He ignored her. Instead he focused on a team of people working on a large machine that looked like some type of craft.

"Where have you been?" Memphis didn't turn around. He watched the men and women work.

"Training," Rygilya answered.

The older man grunted.

"What is this?"

Memphis answered. "A spaceship."

"A what?"

Memphis turned to him. "We're getting off this planet. A little birdy told me that there is life beyond the stars. That's where we're going."

"You believe them?" Rygilya questioned.

"Boy this universe is filled with things beyond your imagination."

Rygilya believed him. After seeing that primordial he was ready to believe anything.

Memphis continued, "Besides with the Darkness running around Lore is no longer safe for anyone."

Rygilya decided against telling his master he helped blow up their spaceship. He might try to absorb his life force on the spot.

"Memphis," said one of the men. "It is finished."

Memphis turned to face the spaceship. He nodded approvingly.

"As per our deal, we make you this craft and you take us with you."

"Yeah, about that," a sword made of black ice appeared in his grip. "Change of plans."

He stabbed the man in the chest. His blade went deep and glistened with red blood. He then went on to kill the scientists. He stalked menacingly to the last one.

"We-we hand a deal Memphis." she stammered out.

"Don't worry." Memphis' ice sword disappeared. "You get to live because I need a pilot."

"I-I w-won't fly this thing if I'll just end up like them," she said

"If you don't I'll kill you right here!" Memphis boomed.

The woman cried in fear and nodded.

Rygilya watched on. He felt no sympathy for the weak. The strong survived and the weak died. Rygilya didn't always see the world like that. It was only after becoming a Darkness Tamer did he began to see the world in black and white.

He looked over to Kezell who was cowering in fear.

"Pack your things," Memphis said. "We leave immediately."