Dawn slowly turned to dusk, the three had left Ikebukuro, their quest of stopping the<span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">Black Samurai</span></span>in this deadly game at its humble beginning. To put the land at a longed for rest of his ceaseless carnage...<br/><br/>Though a senseless murderer... The Black Samurai was no lone wolf. His minions known as<span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">Black Blades</span></span>, tracking and pursuing the three all to put a show for their leader... Three days since their departure, The three set camp have set up camp in a dank and dark forest.<br/><br/>A bright flame brightening the area as the golems released the crates on the ground. "Not the best places to set up camp... But it is better than right out in the open." Blake said, laying one hand onto one of the golem as he took a moment to catch his breath. "Those black-enveloped monsters are not even tough... And yet there were so many of them. I just wish I hadn't made you two uses your power to-"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00FF80">"As your power is feeding, we must use our own to aid you all. You need not apologize."</span></span>The golems spoke, the one holding Blake's hand softly. "Well... Who's hungry?"