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-Saiyan Conqueror Quest 219 Epilogue-
<span class="mu-s">AGE 758, NEW SALDA</span>
“Phew, what a day.” you say, opening the door to your room after another long day. Between helping out around the planet's hospitals and training for the upcoming tournament, you're feeling beat. But as you walk in, thinking of the nice, hot shower waiting for you, you feel your eyes drawn to the Darkmoon Pendant hanging by your door. Which is radiating with Gwyndolin's magic, the deity calling to you. To which you sigh, taking a deep breath then ready yourself. “Clothes Beam.”
Firing your energy at yourself, you create your armor around you, then gather your tools for what is undoubtedly another battle. With your sacred chime already held to you with your tail, you reach over and grab the invisible blade you'd grabbed from that one Darkwraith. Slipping it through your tail and to your left hip, you then reach over and take up your Dragonslayer Spear. Channeling a hint of ki through it, lightning begins crackling along the blade.
“Alright. Here we go.” you say, then reach over with your left. Grabbing the pendant, you slip the chain over your head, its energy enveloping you immediately. The power draws you into an inky dark void, moments later you feeling yourself rising up as if out of the sea. Drawing up out of the depths, you find yourself back in the tomb of the First Sun Lord, Gwyn. Where his youngest Gwyndolin and his half-sister Yorshka are both waiting for you. Both, as you see immediately, are ready for war. Yorshka is wielding her spear, clutching it to her chest while Gwyndolin wields his scepter and bow. As your feet land on the ground and realize this, you expand your ki sense. Immediately realize that, in Irithyll below there are thousands, tens of thousands more beings there than usual. And they're approaching. “Lord Gwyndolin. Lady Yorshka. What is the situation?”
“Mine champion. Thy arrival art most timely indeed. Great Anor Londo is besieged by foul heretics, swathed in Dark.” Gwyndolin tells you seriously, you hearing the worry in his tone. Seeing his half-sister, from the corner of your eye trembling nervously. “The loathsome traitor Sulyvahn hast allied himself and that sinister Lord of Cinder Aldritch with the hollows of Londor. That unholy alliance marches upon us, threatening to extinguish this last vestige of Father's memory and desecrate his tomb.”
“So, you need me to go down there and stop them? Will your brother be joining us as well?” you ask him, seeing his expression immediately worsen. Yorshka's eyes turning downward. “Oh no, what happened?”
