This was it… After years of this kind of messed up game, it was time to end it once and for all.

Clancy and The Banditos were at camp preparing before the final battle between them and Dema, Clancy put on his jacket that had red tape on it. His mask was on, and his stole was over his neck and it blew in the wind. The Banditos held their torches and stood beside Clancy as well as Josh, The Torchbearer, and Clancy had unfolded the map of Trench for you all to look at.

It was a long journey from base back to Dema, but you guys could handle it. After all, The Banditos could handle anything. After miles of walking through Trench’s lands and the woods, you all stood a few yards away from the edge of a cliff that had the view of Dema and its neon gravestones that surrounded the city. Clancy looked over at Josh before he looked ahead at the city, he took a deep breath before the group continued moving forward a bit more.

Josh then turned his head to the group of Banditos behind him and Clancy, and his expression to the group told them enough. He looked at Clancy for a split second, before he started running and the Banditos followed behind Josh and they hopped down each rock to make it to the bottom of the cliff.

”Goodluck..” Clancy muttered under his breath after the Banditos went off to fight against the group of the Glorious Gone, he set off as well and started running to find the tunnel so he could get up to the top of the Tower of Silence.

He ran and ran, and in an instant.. he was met with a tall tower, so he started using his hands to hold onto the bricks and his feet shuffling on each brick beneath him to make sure he was secure. He climbed up the tower, and he had a determined look under his mask.

Back to Josh who was with The Banditos fighting against The Glorious Gone, he had looked up at the tower Clancy was climbing and worry was expressed on his face. “C’mon Clancy..” He muttered worriedly, before he returned to fighting against the group of the possessed vessels.