"Battle, d'you think?" he called over his shoulder. Bydor dashed after him, nearly out of strength. They entered through the section that had no wall, once home to a broad mansion. It had been converted into a guards' barracks at the takeover.
"Holy sons of Zamorak," Bydor swore as he gazed at the sky. Logaen followed his eyes and swore as well. Floating in the sky, surrounded by towering sheets of flame, crimson eyes blazing with fury, was Zamorak. His voice was amplified by magic and it boomed across the city.
"Theios, you cowardly traitor! Stop hiding and face me like a man!"
As soon as he heard this, Logaen burst out laughing. "No way," he chuckled. "No way."
"What?" Bydor demanded.
"The other person is Theios!" Logaen laughed. "He must have converted. That must have hurt Zamorak pretty bad -- Theios is – was – his Chosen. That’s crazy!"
Bydor sighed. "Frankly, I'm not too surprised. He seemed to be losing Zamorakian ideals last time I spoke with him -- questioned a series of executions of rebels. Oh well, let's go find him."
Logaen led the way, following Zamorak to their target. As they neared the infuriated Chaos Master, Logaen ducked into an alley.
"Wait here, Bydor. We can't let Zamorak see you."
"It's just as dangerous for you, Logaen. You are Saradomin's Chosen, after all," he countered.
Logaen chewed on his lip, thinking. It would be dangerous. How could they distract Zamorak long enough to speak to Theios?
He voiced his thoughts to Bydor, who exclaimed, "Saradomin!"
"What?" blurted Logaen.
"We need Saradomin!" Bydor said excitedly. "He's the only one who can create a good diversion. Tell him we're in Ardounge."
"Tell him?" Logaen laughed hoarsely. "Tell him how? We can't get all the way to Falador and back, are you crazy?"
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