THE DYING BREED
A ripple in time and space.
An orange-silver glow radiated in one small area in Deletrius as a middle-aged man with a huge beard, long, black hair, and an incredibly muscular body appeared, a young girl at his side, a beautiful young woman of, perhaps, twenty, with gorgeous red hair and a slim figure, a nervous expression on her face. They were Templars... Only this young woman couldn't be a Templar, could she? There were only three Templars, right?
Wrong. There were only three Templars at this time. The man appeared to be Nek Atlas, only... Older. Glaring around the place, he immediately noticed a strange planet in the sky... It looked just like... No. It couldn't be. That planet... Hadn't it been destroyed?
"What's wrong?" the young woman asked Nek.
"Everything," he replied, walking forward across the whiteness of nothing, closer to the planet, which, of course, was kilometers away.
"Where are we? I could have sworn we were going to appear in the Negative Core, right? You were going to show me Master Jay's t-"
"Yes, but... I don't think we're there. Or then. Something must have gone wrong... Something terrible. That planet there..."
"It's a beauty," she mused.
"Yeah, a beauty that shouldn't exist. Well, it should exist... When we were going... But not when we are. Whenever we are. Right?"
"That didn't make a bit of sense."
"Quite, let's go then!" Nek insisted, and she ran to catch up with him as he kept walking ahead. "There, you see!" he shouted, pointing in the distance. "I wonder who they are?"
There were a group of nomads coming straight towards the two Templars.