• The Harbinger flexed his muscles; it felt good to have a body again. He looked up at the tower before him; this was to be the stage for mankind’s judgment. The Harbinger raised his left hand as black energy welled up in it, he brought it down and the heavy wooden doors splintered before him. Immediately guards surrounded him. Inside the Harbinger, Fenrir smiled, these humans thought they could stop him. One guard charged toward him, immediately a scythe appeared in his hand and he quickly removed the guard’s head. The corpse fell with a dull thud and before any of the others could react, he quickly dispatched them. The Harbinger slowly walked into the tower and said to himself as guards ran down the stairs, “This should be fun!!” He fought his way to the top, floor by floor until he finally reached the top. As he rounded the corner to the throne room he saw Chaos fighting a Reaper he didn’t recognize, Raze was against a wall bleeding profusely and was holding a round object, it was his Samarosa! As the Harbinger rushed to help Chaos, he stopped when Chaos said, “Stay away! This is my fight!” The Harbinger sarcastically replied, “Oh really? I suppose you’re helping Fenrir because you want to also, huh?” Raze stood slowly clutching his shoulder, a wicked looking gash poured blood that ran down his arm and pooled at his feet. In between staggering breaths he said, “Quit toying with him Chaos and finish him already!” A black aura surrounded Chaos as a curved sword appeared in his hand. Garzvhog charged him but stopped mid-step and looked down in horror at the sight below him. The arm of a demon held him in place, he tried to escape as more arms appeared and slowly dragged him into the ground. The Harbinger turned toward the iron doors behind him and let Fenrir take control until it was time for the four races to be judged.