~Part 1-3~     In the depths of a castle, just outside a town, a priest lost track of a certain hunter. The tracking stone he had given Immerak, his most powerful servant, to allow an extra hired hand to find the sword,  had been touched by a powerful sorcerer, not of his organization. This troubled him. He didn't feel like dealing with any problems right now. He had plans to plan.
    "Fuolin!"
    The man that had told Kagemi about the job in the restaurant bowed to the priest in extravagant green and gold robes, "Zalmashu-sama."
    "Is Miral searching for the girl?" the priest looked down at the young boy, Fuolin.
    "I believe so, but Immerak should know for sure. He's the one that paid the hunter, not me," Fuolin informed, not liking the situation he was in for more reasons than one.
    "Immerak... where is he?"
    "Here, Zalmashu-san," the man Kagemi had met earlier in this same castle teleported into the dark room just beyond the boy.
    "What of the hunter?" Zalmashu walked without any apparent movement, sliding across the glossy floor toward the purple-haired man.
    "I sent her to get the Hikari no Ken. I would have expected her to have returned promptly with the weapon, but I can't trace her on the device you told me to give her," Immerak's eyes narrowed in annoyance.
    "That isn't a surprise. The connection was terminated by an outside source... probably a very strong magic wielder..." Zalmashu brought up, "Maybe that's why that thing was so cheap. I suppose I shouldn't trust suspicious-looking street vendors. But in any case, you must find her and kill her. She's failed her task. And make sure Miral returns, I will send her to retrieve the key," Zalmashu spoke in a disappointed tone and dismissed Immerak with a wave of his hand.
    He bowed once and vanished as he had arrived in teleportation.
    Fuolin waited for the priest to return to his study and temple before he walked into the darkness where another shadowy figure stood, watching.
    "What's the plan?" Fuolin asked quietly of the figure.
    The man with dragon's wings did not answer and turned away, retreating further into the shadows. Now was not the time to discuss the matter. The second rise was already set in motion.