She glances at the wolf.

"Well, I wouldn't blame you. It would be my fault."


There, against the back wall, several dark forms melted out of the shadows. Four were thin and lanky, almost emaciated, their frames nothing but wires twisted together to form limbs and a body, resembling huge puppets as they skittered over the ground on all fours. The wolf's growls turned into snarls. Sage whirled around. In one smooth motion, he drew the sword at his waist. It was much like Ash's, straight and slender, the blade throwing off and icy blue aura. "How did you get in here?" Sage hissed.

" good. When are we going to get there anyway? We've been walking for a long time. "

"I have no idea. I've never been."

" so...theres a chance we aren't actually going anywhere. "

"Yeah. There is."

She takes out her knife.

"Ash?" Sage muttered in disbelief. The knight blinked, giving Sage a solemn look. "I'm afraid not, Prince Sage," he said. It was impossible--he sounded just like his double. "Your brother was simply the blueprint for my creation." It was Tertius. The last time Isiea had seen the Iron knight was in Machina's tower right before it came crashing down. How had he survived?

" so we could actually just be walking to our deaths right now. "

"Not our deaths, but close probably."