Sven sighed in relief, and smiled, "Very well," he said, "Welcome back, Lord Azzanadra."
"Who?" asked Jun.
"I will introduce myself later, in a time of less urgency," said Azzanadra, "For now we must make haste. I will say, you come at an opportune time; not long from now, what is perhaps the most important battle in centuries will break out nearby."
"A battle, in this desolate place?" asked Daefon, "Between whom?"
"Come and see," replied Azzanadra, walking up a snow bank.
Jun and Daefon looked at one another, then shrugged and followed him. When they reached the top of the snow bank, a sight unlike anything they had ever seen before greeted their eyes: on a large plain of snow were two camps larger than any of the major human cities. The further camp bore banners with Zamorakian symbols, and another symbol that the adventurers could not recognize, and was populated primarily by demons and undead. But the demons in this camp were different than normal demons; they were aflame, and their skin at random times ripped itself from the demons bodies only to return to its place moments later.
The second camp was just as astounding; it bore the symbols of five gods; Saradomin, Armadyl, Guthix, Seren, and Zaros, and while tensions were obvious between the five sides, they seemed to be somewhat cooperating with one another.
"What is this?" gasped Jun.
"This," said Azzanadra, "Is the beginnings of a battle to decide the fate of this world."
After Azzanadra had said this, some in the coalition camp noticed the group approaching, and upon realizing Azzanadra was among them, cheers erupted throughout the Zarosian portion of the camp. Before long, however, the cheers had died down, and were replaced by a chant.
"He appears in the Form of a Man with many Countenances; and he hath a Book in his right hand. His Office is to teach all Arts and Sciences unto any; and to declare the Secret Counsel of any one."
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