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Make me beautiful.

What is the meaning of this?

Of all the times to pull me from my post, Mother.

You will address the Queen as your Majesty.

Apologies, Your Majesty.

I humbly request that I may return to more urgent matters.

Urgent matters?

Are you referring to losing a legion of soldiers to a dragon attack,

or perhaps wasting drams of my precious maro

on your misguided quests and experiments?

Your Majesty, the Skull of Mardukh is--

The Skull of Mardukh is a myth,

created by scheming zealots in a vain attempt to undermine my power.

It is no myth.

I know for a fact the legend is true.

Why sent an envoy across the stars?

Across the stars?

Goran has the Skull in his very possession.

Goran? Where is he now?

He is... unable to return, as of yet.

You stole maro from my vault

and sent that misfit through to the other world and now he's stuck.

This is unconscionable.

No need to panic, Mother.

There is still plenty of maro from you and your friends

to maintain your youth and unnatural beauty.

Were you not my son, I would break you in pieces.

Mother!

Your Majesty!

Your Majesty! The ancient prophecy is true.

The skull of Mardukh.

The Wayfinders!

The Wayfinders?

I thought I raised you not to believe in fairy tales?

You did.

But they are here, among us,

and they are proving to be difficult to kill.

Perhaps you aren't trying hard enough.

Perhaps I would try harder if my efforts weren't interrupted.

Do these Wayfinders have any allies?

Aurora Dardemane is with them.

They've crossed paths with Calibor.

Also befriended a cursed man-beast somehow.

How is it that this mess has grown to such proportions

and I'm only just now hearing of it?

Because I'm dealing with it.

Do you take me for a fool?

You're only after that skull to force me from the throne.

I would never, Your Majesty.

And if the power of the skull is only a myth,

then there is nothing to fear.

Don't leave another mess for me to clean up, Vedric.

Bring me these so-called Wayfinders.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Wait, do we have any idea which way we're going?

Funny words from the so-called Wayfinders.

Yeah, we don't call ourselves that.

How about telling us all about your master plan?

The plan was to get some maro,

go to your world, find the skull,

bring it back and destroy it.

Well, any plan has to include us getting back home.

We shall seek counsel with the clerics of Ai-Aloi.

They have thousands of years of learning in their archives.

If we travel through the night,

we'll make it there by sunrise.

Through the night?

This sanctuary place better be worth it.

Well, the sanctuary has their own supply of maro,

more than enough to power the void key.

You'll get nothing out of those stingy old hags.

Oh, and yet you propose no plan of your own

and offer nothing but petty insults.

I think we'll be just fine without your commentary.

I have a Uzek who can provide the maro.

Just need enough gold to fill a wagon.

Oh, I stand corrected.

You do have a plan, just a perfectly idiotic one.

How am I not always delivered?

Those two have history for sure.

Calibor and Aurora?

Wait, really? Like, what kind?

Romancey kind?

Dude, take it from someone who knows

you never stood a chance there.

Bro, you don't know.

Bro, I know.

Hey, you feeling all right?

Hmm.

Wait, is that grunting because of me?

Duh.

Duh?

Don't say duh.

You say duh, a lot.

I haven't learned it from you.

That's fair.

So why are you duh-ing me?

You said you knew magic to quiet the beast inside Kavan.

You lied, two times.

Okay, I did.

But that was to protect you.

Besides, everyone lies.

Not everyone.

Kavan's clan, do not lie.

Trust is life or death.

I get it.

But you can trust me, Kavan.

I'm your friend.

Maybe, maybe not.

But today, Kavan walks alone.

Okay.

Well, sorry for trying to help you not be a monster.

Okay, let me just see if I get this straight.

This Vedric who you serve.

Prince Vedric.

Right, he's the Lord Emperor of Tairngire.

Not as of yet, but he's the sole heir to--

To the Ishi throne.

I got it.

I got it.

Now, would this Prince Vedric have anything to do

with the disappearance of those three teenagers

from Milford High?

Ah, you speak of the wayfinders.

They stole the Void Key and traveled to Tarangirah

in my stead.

And this Void Key, it's powered by bone marrow?

Ignorant full maro.

The source of all magic and had your minions not ambushed me

and stolen my supply, I would show you its power

by tearing this fortress to the ground.

Cursed interlopers!

Okay, all of your belongings are safely locked away

into the evidence room and you're gonna get them all back

as soon as we're done questioning you.

Well, then let's put an end to this infernal inquisition.

Then you start giving us some real answers.

Phil, I need you to take over here.

Okay, then.

What did you learn from the cell records?

All the cell phones powered off at the exact same time

about a half mile down the path.

Now that is a coordinated effort.

It means they knew we'd be looking for them

and they didn't wanna be found.

Listen, Cash would never run away.

That kid has got everything going for him.

We did a full sweep of the area.

No sign of them, no sign of foul play.

No sign?

What about the hobo with the sword who assaulted my son?

Yeah, that vagrant is completely incoherent.

There's a lot of talk of princes and void magic.

I'm sorry, what?

Basically, he doesn't know anything.

That man is dangerous.

And he's our only real lead.

We're gonna keep him in custody for as long as we can.

This is ridiculous.

Look, I know you're scared.

You want answers, but just be patient.

Come on, walk with me.

An Amber Alert has gone out

and I've got officers notified around town.

That's not enough.

Listen, I've been doing this for a very long time.

So far, all the evidence suggests

that the kids, they just skipped town.

No, no way.

These days, I can barely get Flynn to leave the house.

Well, it may not have been his idea.

Typically, there is a ringleader

who's got a whole plan thought out.

Sooner or later, those plans are gonna fall apart

and they're gonna wanna head home.

What, you think Flynn is the ringleader?

You said it, not me.

Flynn isn't the leader of anything.

Cash is the one who's cool and popular.

Your kid is a natural leader.

Thank you.

That wasn't a compliment.

I'm saying it was Cash or the girl.

What was her name?

Oaklee Jones.

Yeah, speaking of which,

do either of you know her or her situation.

Try to reach out to her mother, but no response yet.

I'll ask around.

Great, we'll follow up.

In the meantime, try talking to some of your kids' friends.

They may have shared their plans.

Man, where do I even begin?

Cash is friends with everyone.

Has he got any close friends though?

Actually, my son, Darryl, who that lunatic attacked.

That's great, let's start there.

Hey, you guys should team up.

You can share ideas, you can talk to those friends.

Couldn't approve our chances.

Well, Darryl's back at my house.

We can kill two birds with one stone,

talk to all the Flynn's friends.

Flynn has friends for your information.

Online.

Okay, just let us know what you find.

It's been less than a day, so the good news is

they couldn't have gotten too far.

That is the Ai-Aloi Sanctuary of Tyr-Valen.

Perhaps it's wise if you take the lead on this one.

Is there a problem?

Not a problem, just not my kind of people.

For once in your wretched life,

would you please just tell the truth?

Is there a reason you would not be welcomed here?

I am more than welcome in these parts.

You are not welcome here, beguiler.

Unbelievable.

That was very good form.

Sister, be at peace.

I am Aurora Dardemane,

Acolyte of the Ishi Order of Clerics.

I humbly request audience with the high priestess of Tyr-Valen.

Our gates are shut to outsiders.

And our Ishi cousins have long since become our enemies,

especially those who keep company with a bottom

feeding maggot such as this one.

Now you're just being hurtful.

Sister, please, how can we answer for his crimes,

which I'm certain must be truly disgraceful?

What?

Don't take her side.

He stole the sword, Vilyandur, from our archives

and we demand its return.

Wait, his sword’s got a name?

That's dope.

I won this sword from Sister Agatha in a card game,

all fair and proper.

Vilyandur was not Sister Agatha's to give.

Well, then it seems Sister Agatha stole it, so,

how is it my fault Agatha's a degenerate gambler?

Please stop talking.

Wait!

Don't shoot.

We just need a bit of maro to power this.

The void key?

How?--

Inside, all of you, except you, thief.

You can stay out in the courtyard with the rest of the rodents.

Kavan knows what it is to be pitiful outcast

hated by all and made to suffer.

Go away.

Whoa.

I've been wasting my life in VR.

This is awesome.

We are honored and humbled, high priestess.

- Big honor. - So humble.

Kavan.

No. Stop that!

Kavan loves his drink.

Perhaps go wait outside with Calibor, friend.

Go, go.

Forgive my companions, they are unrefined

and yet special.

Enough pleasantries, Aurora of the Ishi.

Why do you request my counsel?

We are on a quest to rescue the skull of Mardukh from Goran.

We seek enough maro to power the void key.

Then I'm sorry you have traveled so far in vain.

Our maro vault is gravely depleted, thanks to your kind.

That is Vedric's doing.

His lust for dark magic would have been the end

for all of us had the Wayfinders not intervened.

Prophecy is unfolding.

Prophecy is elusive.

This boy seeks to lead,

but he has the mind of a fledgling.

Fearful, insecure,

desperate for praise, and for love.

Disagree.

Dude, I totally agree.

A warrior, but lacks the discipline to serve.

There is great suffering ahead for you, boy.

Shh, lacking discipline, I did two-a-days all summer.

No need for the roast, Grandma.

I already know I'm not a sorceress.

Humility is the key to strength, child.

You have promise.

Still not a sorceress.

Perhaps. You are human, after all.

It's very peculiar.

The Seeress Zaya has sent them to us for a reason.

They are the chosen ones.

We shall see.

Sister Brendowyn, take young.

Oaklee.

Take young Oakleaf, down to the other novices

and see how she takes to instruction.

Wait, instruction like school?

Hard pass.

You cannot refuse an offer of training

from the High Priestess.

Watch me.

It seems you do not want our help, Aurora.

Priestess, please.

They are difficult.

We do need access to your wisdom, to the archives.

What did I say about touching me? Get off!

What are you doing? We need these people.

For what?

Like they said, they're all tapped out of maro.

Yeah, but we need allies

and maybe we could find something helpful in their archives.

Like loot.

Or weapons.

I mean Calibor totally leveled up his sword here.

So maybe if we convince them we're Wayfinders,

we can all get epic swords with hard to say names.

So this is all on me now?

Dude, it's school.

You literally crush school without even trying.

'Cause that's simple calculus.

I don't know how to do magic.

How hard could it be?

You're a genius, right?

You got this, Boundless Mind.

Okay, fine, but promise you'll never call me that again.

She'll do it!

Oakleaf, come with me.

Mm-mm, mm-mm.

Do I get to be in Gryffindor at least?

Disciples, this is Oakleaf.

It's Oaklee, actually, Oaklee Jones.

She will be observing for the day.

We will give her respect and kindness.

She is human.

Oh, like you aren't a bunch of elf nerds.

Enough!

The students are working on a fairly complex enchantment.

Try to follow along with my spell book.

I don't know how to read all the--

Take a seat.

Casting magic requires patience and precision.

All elements can be connected and combined

with infinite permutations,

but only one pattern will channel the magic

into a meaningful form.

Find the pattern and the spell will be cast.

Sharpen your minds.

Focus on the elements.

So many tiny connections.

Together can be formed as a unified whole, a grand design.

No way.

Kavan.

A spell must be earned, Oakleaf.

Now, please...

Focus on the symbols at hand.

Whoa.

What is all this dusty old stuff?

The Ai-Aloi archives.

These shelves contain thousands of years

of collected wisdom and arcane knowledge.

The secrets that lie here are worth untold riches.

How untold?

Enough to buy some maro?

Wisdom cannot be measured in gold.

Kind of reminds me of a D&D map.

Wait.

Do you think they have treasure maps here?

Like blueprints to ancient dungeons full of gold?

We're not here for treasure.

The high priestess granted us access

to better understand the prophecy.

So we may know where next to journey.

Uh-huh, yeah.

I'm gonna find us some loot.

Flynn spends most of his time in this game, Saga Quest.

If anyone knows where he is, it’s his friends in there.

How'd you get his password?

I have all of his passwords.

I ask and he gives them to me.

Yeah.

Big Chunkus, you're back.

You were getting worried, bruh.

Uh, sorry, not Big Chonkus.

This is Big Chonkus' mom, actually.

Mrs. Chonkus.

Big Chonkus has a mom?

What is Big Chonkus?

What is happening?

Listen, have any of you heard from him?

Cause my son and some friends have gone MIA.

Narc-says-what?

Yeah, I'm out!

Same, bye bye boomer.

Please wait, could any of you give me information?

Guess this means Big Chonkus isn't an amateur enemy fighter

and Hollywood stuntman.

That's what he told you?

I get it.

I tell everyone I'm a nightclub DJ

and an underpants model.

Really, I'm just at middle school in Jersey.

It's the worst.

I'm Sameer, by the way.

What's your son's name, IRL?

Flynn.

Did he ever mention ever wanting to run away or?

Not being happy at home.

We play this game so we don't have to talk about that stuff.

But I do know there's no way Big Chonkus,

uh Flynn,

would just bail on our campaign.

He's our leader. He's a legend.

So wherever he went, he's not there by choice.

Well, that was depressing.

Where's Darryl?

Yes.

You, I have questions for you.

The answer is yes.

Yes, what?

Yes, I have seen your brother.

Wait, seriously?

How do you know-- where?

Where is he?

With friends.

Very, very far away.

We're gonna have a real problem

if you don't start answering some questions.

The problem is you will refuse to believe me.

Then let's start with the easy stuff.

Is he okay?

Any luck?

Again, I'm not looking for treasure.

I seek wisdom.

But we know what the path is.

We gotta buy maro from that sketchy orc.

Any plan that is tied to Calibor's plan

is in fact a bad plan.

The prophecy says the leader of the Wayfinders

is a legendary thief, right?

Unfortunately.

Then let me take the lead and be legendary.

Legendary.

Whoa.

Could it be?

Don't. Say it.

Treasure.

When you finish drafting the scroll,

raise your hand and I will check it.

Good.

Oh yes, Nara.

Well, these are messy.

You can do better.

I merely said try to follow along.

- Why are you-- - done.

What?

Here's my spell.

This is, the connections are balanced,

but the formulation is...

I don't know what it would be.

Bhfeidhm

Éirigh as!

- Nara? - I'm all right.

Where did that come from?

Outside.

Now.

Kavan.

Hey, big guy.

Listen, Oaklee's off studying magic,

Flynn's in thief mode.

I was thinking maybe you could do me a solid.

I need a sensei.

I'm talking about helping me with my warrior skills.

Kavan is a disgraced barbarian.

What could he possibly teach a mighty warrior like you?

Well, I'm an athlete,

but I don't know a whole bunch about actual fighting.

Which means, I need an official battle coach.

You wish Kavan to teach you combat?

Yes.

Let's go.

Hit me with everything you got, coach.

Not cool, sucker punch.

That didn't literally mean everything you got.

That is the weakest Kavan has hit anyone ever.

Yeah.

Attack, Kavan with this.

This isn't broom.

You got the real deal.

Come on, I need a real sword.

Attack.

With my stick.

Okay.

I lost my grip, my hands are a little sweaty.

So it’s like that huh?

You want me to bring it?

I can bring you but you're not gonna like it?

This makes sense, you are toying with Kavan.

Yeah.

Attack.

Ow.

Oh, Jeez.

That’s my bad cheek!

Boom.

Here's how we get enough gold to buy maro.

This is a legit treasure map.

That leads to the golden goblet of Dor-Athil--

Nicked.

Nicked?

Yes. Pillaged. Plundered. Sacked. Burgled. Appropriated.

Treasure's gone.

How do you know?

Because I'm the one that nicked it.

Oh, well, there are tons of other maps down there.

Do you have any advice exactly what I should do?

Lesson one, talk less.

Lesson one?

Oh, so you're like gonna train me.

You're gonna be my mentor.

What gave you that impression?

Well, it's just that Oaklee has Sister Brendowyn, Cash has Kavan--

How am I supposed to learn how to be a thief?

How to lead?

Not everyone gets a mentor.

I didn't have one and I certainly have no desire to be one.

Understood?

This is a test.

Not a test.

Classic mentor trick.

You wanna see how bad I really want this?

I really don't.

You wanna see if I'll just give up and quit?

Please do.

Challenge accepted.

There is no challenge.

I won't let you down.

You already did.

I shall return with the map to a treasure

that you haven't already nicked.

Game on.

There is no game.

Pitiful.

Man, I hope Oaklee is doing better than this...

Wouldn't be school if there wasn't a trip

to the principal's office.

Tell me what this is.

It's basically just a sequencing puzzle in two dimensions.

The symbols interconnect, right?

I just found a cool way to build the sequence

and I wrote it down like everybody else.

That was nothing like everybody else.

And magic requires maro.

Where did you come by it?

It's probably from a few days ago

when I touched the green crystal from the void key.

It kinda like absorbed into me.

And there's the look.

Let me guess, I blew it.

I'm out, it's not you, it's me.

You injured another student.

I hope you understand the gravity of that.

I can see myself out.

No.

I didn't ask to be in your class.

You did not, and so the fault is ours.

We've never had a human novice before,

but you show great potential.

Your place is here amongst the Ai-Aloi.

You're messing with me, right?

The time has come for me to choose a novice

from amongst my pupils.

I would like to choose you, Oakleaf.

The only thing I want is to go home.

Let me teach you.

You have so much potential.

For the record, this isn't gonna be like

one of those sappy movies where you turn the poor girl

from the trailer park into your perfect little sorceress clone.

Stop the games, child.

Are you interested in magic or not?

Yes.

Then you'll start private instruction

with Sister Brendowyn in the morning.

It is time to meet your destiny,

Oakleaf of the Wayfinders.

That story's insane, and no offense.

Pretty sure you're insane.

Everything I told you is true.

Just because you somehow knew everything

that was gonna happen yesterday doesn't mean

I'm gonna believe that Flynn got teleported into, what?

Middle Earth?

Tairngire, and I don't need you to believe me.

I just need your help.

And I need to find my brother.

Trusting me is how you will find him.

Please, just tell your flaxen-haired mistress

to take us to Goran.

My flaxen what?

You mean my girlfriend?

Not happening, no.

Keep Brynlee out of this.

That possibility did not exist.

Darryl?

Brynlee?

What are you doing here?

What is she doing here?

Um, This is Zaya.

Zaya?

Yesterday you said you didn't know who she is.

I didn't.

I was putting a flier since--

We must hurry.

Havenhurst and Pine?

Oh.

Wow.

Hi.

Darryl, can you please tell me what in the world is going on?

Depends, what world you're talking about.

Oaklee?

Kavan has been looking for you.

And here I was thinking you were ignoring me.

Kavan was trying to ignore you

because of shame he felt inside.

Okay, so we're just speaking in subtext now?

Kavan knows he's not smart and is easy to trick

because Oaklee has boundless mind.

- Kavan stop. - No.

Kavan is sorry for how he behaved.

He knows Oaklee was trying to help

and was right to trick simple Kavan.

Don't say that.

You didn't do anything wrong.

Kavan's whole life is wrong because he is cursed.

Goodnight, beautiful sorceress.

Let us begin with your first spell, shall we?

Firecasting.

I get to make fireballs?

I thought it was gonna be like spell books for dummies or something.

Just light the candle.

Oh.

Even the longest journey begins with one step.

Look, I don't need fortune cookie advice.

I need spells that are actually gonna help us

protect ourselves from Vedric.

Patience.

And precision.

Now, shall we begin?

I don't...

What is all this?

A spell is more than just reciting

a string of charmed words.

It requires the mental acuity to perfectly recreate

the patterns of power in your mind.

To direct and form the flow of the maro's energy.

Students often find it helpful to trace the pattern

before saying the words.

For this spell, the tracing looks like this.

Lasadh.

Isn't that just like annoyingly over complicated?

Like showing your work in geometry?

It is the path a beginner must take.

Magic is bound by very strict rules.

Yeah, well, I'm bad at rules, so.

I see a shortcut.

Okay.

Lasadh.

It worked.

Hey.

I appreciate that somehow this comes naturally to you,

and you are working in a way that I cannot understand.

But I am here to teach you,

and so I need you to do it my way.

The way the Ai-Aloi have performed magic

for thousands of years.

Why?

I lit the candle, didn't I?

Lighting a candle is easy.

Some spells are pages long of symbols and words

that must be memorized and followed in an exact order,

or terrible horrors may be unleashed.

So can you?

Learn the correct process first.

Sure.

All right, let's try again.

Lasadh.

All right.

Much to learn.

Follow the process

until you can succeed in the correct manner.

But I...

Patience, Oakleaf. It will come.

Keep at it.

Lasadh.

Game on.

Don't worry, Kavan.

I'm gonna fix you.

Any luck?

I got multiple group tags going.

Football team, cheerleaders, student council,

prom committee, none of Cash's friends know anything.

You?

Same goes for Flynn and his buddies on Discord, no luck.

What?

Nothing.

You've been doing that judgy eyebrow thing all day.

It's just, how can you trust

a word your son's “friends“ say?

They're probably 40-year-old basement dwelling weirdos.

And you just let Flynn interact with them

completely unsupervised?

I trust my boys.

Which I fully get in Darryl's case,

that kid's a superstar.

So is Flynn.

He's still figuring life out.

He'll get there.

That's really how you parent?

Excuse me?

No judgments.

I just don't know how you take your hands off the wheel

and sit there as they crash the car.

Because they're teenagers.

They always crash the car.

Okay, well as long as there are no judgments,

I think it's a lot better

than micromanaging their every move.

That's me.

I micromanage?

No.

Well I have you know that Cash is loving the life

that I laid out for him.

Do you even hear yourself when you speak?

And do you really think being a good parent

is burying your head in the sand?

A good parent lets their kids learn from their mistakes.

Well then you must be thrilled

that both our boys are out there doing plenty of learning.

What exactly that is, I'm afraid to ask.

Boom!

Nailed it.

Flynn with the win.

What, you're still on your little treasure hunt?

Yes, and you're welcome.

Behold, the diamond scepter of Caer Athol!.

Nicked it.

And I'll be back.

Behold, the ruby chalice of--

Nicked.

Behold, the--

Nicked, got Nicked from me, then re-Nicked it back,

so perhaps just admit defeat.

Never.

Okay buddy, this time it's real magic.

No scamming, no lies.

No lies.

This is real.

You'll finally be able to be free

and able to have a tantrum, just like everybody else.

Kavan trusts Oakley with his life.

Well, I hope it doesn't come to that.

It was so embarrassing for me.

Maybe it's not me at all.

Maybe it's just that Kavan has like super werebear powers.

Because there's no way I'm that bad at fighting, right?

Sure.

Okay, you ready?

I d'iarr tú, scaoil an créatúr seo ón mallacht!

She's doing it.

She's actually doing it.

I think it worked.

Stupid, no name broom sword.

Kavan, over here.

It's me that you want.

I did this to you.

No, no, no, no, Kavan.

No, no.

What have you done?

These were dream arrows.

We simply made him sleep,

though we spent much maro to bring him down.

He will return to human form before he wakes.

Clean up this mess.

Then see me in my chambers.

- I didn't mean to-- - But you did.

I specifically told you a spell must be earned,

and yet you tore a page from my personal spell book

and used it anyway.

I have done this dance way too much,

so let me save us some time.

I blew it.

I broke all the rules, endangered everyone,

almost killed Kavan, wasted my maro.

Total fail.

That's how you dance where you come from.

Very sad.

There was much failure.

I don't know why I thought this world would be different.

At first I thought it was the Wayfinder's prophecy

that loomed so heavily on you.

There's so much to live up to, so much expectation,

but now I see there is a more powerful prophecy

weighing you down.

It's good stuff.

Two prophecies keep going, Dr. Phil.

One of your own making.

The idea that you will never be good enough,

that you will disappoint everyone around you.

That's because I always do.

Everything you did today was misguided.

Down to stealing the wrong spell,

that was never going to cure your friend.

But, you did it out of love.

You did it because you have a good heart.

And that doesn't just make you worthy.

It makes you great.

Oaklee Jones.

Got my name right.

Lessons resume at dawn.

Don't be late.

You okay?

Kavan is thankful he is alive.

And thankful he has a friend like Oaklee

who always tries to help him.

I'm so sorry, Kavan.

I was in way over my head with that spell,

and I just wanted so badly to make things right.

Because I lied to you.

Can you forgive me?

Kavan knows your heart.

Oaklee of the Wayfinders.

You always try to do good,

so Kavan has nothing to forgive.

Thank you.

The last crown of King Oleg.

Hmm.

Let me guess, Nicked?

Not Nicked, but I've searched those ruins.

There's nothing there.

Though the map I had must have been a copy.

Huh?

Huh?

I have to say I am impressed by your persistence.

If this map is genuine,

then we'll have all the maro we need.

For real?

And then some.

Yes!

I gotta tell Aurora.

I knew it was a test!

Not a test, and not your mentor.

This bounty is hereby staked

for whichever of you captures Aurora Dardemane

and her traveling companions.

The mercenary Calibor, a man-beast of my own creation,

and three young travelers.

So do you want six bodies, or just their heads?

I have been scouring the archives,

trying to discover all that I can about your destiny.

A sorcerer, a warrior, and a legendary thief.

They'll be a light in the darkness,

shatter the heirs of Mardukh,

and banish her shadow forever.

Wow, so they wrote this about us in a book?

Thousands of years ago.

Then, there was this.

Yikes.

Doesn't look good.

Is that the skull of Mardukh?

It is.

And those buildings?

Yeah, definitely Earth.

How do they know about skyscrapers

thousands of years ago?

Okay, this is getting kinda creepy.

One thing is clear to me.

You were not only tasked with saving my world.

Should you fail, whoever wields the skull of Mardukh

will destroy your world too.

Guess you better not mess this up.

Uh, this is the sheriff's office.

Okay, what are we doing here?

Zaya.