"Nze" said the Imperialix abruptly.

"It does, very much as it concerns me and everyone on Terra."
spoke the Imperalix.

"You see, the beast was vanquished by 8 pure-hearted warriors, all across Terra, who couldn't live watching there loved one's suffer from the beast's blind wrath...."

He paused....

"One of those..was my son.."
a tear fell from on on the Imperialix's eye.

"I See. Well then... Assuming because he isn't here... He was lost huh..."

"Hmmm... But... why then..."

Snow sat down, unsure of what to say.
He seemed deep in thought, something dissimilar to his usual outlook.

He then reached into his pocket, pulled out a small flask, uscrewed the lid, and took a swig, then replaced the lid and returned it from whence it came.

"I assume, that... you're telling me this because it's coming back right...? No that would be too simple... Perhaps it already has...? Is that it...?"

"I'm sorry for all the questions but, ignorance will gain you no victories."

"My son was one of the warriors who defeated Ultimaxion...but paid for it with his life.
He was a brave Neodammerai, and my people rever him and other soul warriors."
Said the nostalgic Imperialix.

"But both them and Ultimaxion left behind a powerful legacy."
The landscape went white again, and 8 unique looking blades hung over Snow and Norrenus.
"The Soul blades."

"Hmm... You mean like... My Sword? Zha'Ariccia... It looks like one of those blades..."

"Almost but not quite, while these blades are mystical, but they are far more powerful than any weapon in existence."
stated Norrenus.

"indestructible, they can cut through virtually anything, they provide healing that retards age and heals nearly any wound, and pocess the power of a different element but...."
The Imperialix paused.

"Only certain beings can weild them without feeling certain repurcussions...The blades were made for those who pocess the bloodline of 8 warriors, it's power came from both the gods and the blood of the slain Ultimaxion."

"So, the perfect weapons then..."

"I see... This blade, I hold, a creation forged from my son's blade the Firos Kattesai, and mine Mutsunokami..."

"Your son holds one of the Soul blades?"
Norrenus questioned.

How did he manage to get his hands on the legendary weapon without causing himself harm is a mystery, all 8 warriors were killed in the battle with Ultimaxion.."
Norrenus pondered this.

"You must carry the blood of the warrior who slew the Ultimaxion's head of ice, which is why....I knew it.."
He paused.

"Nonetheless, there is only 2 beings in the world that can weild Dranos Kattesai, me and my other 3 year old son...Deuxelim..
After the loss of my first child, Me and my wife Edea did not have the will to bring another child into this life, until now."

"It was a family heirloom. It's ben passed down for generations... I found it to be too heavy, and prefer the Mutsunokami, even with its... Well, the old legend of the curse of course."

"The Soul blades... I assume... we need them correct?"

"Partially..."said the Imperialix.

"But I've learned that your daughter, the queen of the sky Angelis has something within her pocession.."
The Imperialix said omimously.

"The same weapon my son used all those years ago; Dranes Kattesai!"

"I see..."
"And you... want it back. Correct?"

"...It is inevitable that it shall be returned to you."

"After all, my daughter is not one to lose... And if push comes to shove, she will come... and most likely with the blade you seek."

"Be warned," The Imperialix said.

"If the blade is in the wrong hands, who pocesses a heart of shadow, their power will be ampliphied 10 fold."
said the Imperialix.

But there is another matter I must discuss with you.

"Oh...? What would that be...?"

"All familiarity aside... I... Hmm..."

"As familiar as they look to me... I think not..."

"Oddly enough," spoke the Imperialix.

"He is related to you."