Cold. Dark. That’s what Dema was now.

The Banditos had lost, half of them killed in the battle, and a few more taken captive by the Bishops. The worst part? Clancy was gone, too. After making it into the Bishop’s tower, no one had know where he’d gone.

The only thing you and Torchbearer, Clancy’s two best friends, had found after the battle was his mask. You’d searched Dema thoroughly, top to bottom, and found nothing.

It was hard. You’d lost the only anchor you had in the battle that was supposed to fix everything. And now you were alone. Without him.

It has been a few months since then. You’d given up looking for Clancy, and now you were getting the last surviving Banditos free from the dungeons.

You stood guard by the doors to the hallway, while Torchbearer crept down the hallway, looking for something that might lead to where the Banditos were. But as he passed by a door, that was open just a crack, the booming voice of Nico scared the shit out of him.

He flinched, freezing in place, although judging by the fact that Nico was preaching, and not yelling at Torch, it probably meant he hadn’t been spotted.

He peeked through the crack, watching the Bishops preach in their stupid robes, but something was off. There were nine Bishops. But Keons was supposed to be dead, how could there be-

His thoughts were cut off when the ninth Bishop spoke. That.. that was Clancy. His eyes now yellow instead of brown, the black had risen from his neck to his nosebridge, and the ribbon he wore over his shoulders was now used as a belt to keep the red cloak closed.

Torchbearer was dead silent, staring at the sight of their friend, now one of the people they were supposed to hate. He went to go back to you, desperate to try and get you to see this, but Clancy had seen him.