Raymond finds he does not have the strength to break free of Luthor's grasp, and soon gives up his struggle as he simply allows Luthor to drag him away. The thoughts of his father's certain peril still run throughout his mind, but he now knows he does not have the power to stop it. His eyes tell the tale of sorrow, as his limp body tells the tale of weakness. His father...will certainly die, and he cannot stop it; no one can. Were the gods merciful, at least the king would be taken to Paradise.<br/><br/>As he sees the group head down the passage, the king then smiles to himself, knowing deep down that he did the right thing in his last role as King of Bruthis; making sure it could survive. "Live on, my son," he says to himself as he hears the several footsteps that certainly belong to Ischim soldiers draw near. "Your father has served his purpose; now it is the time for you to serve yours."<br/><br/>.........As the group heads down the tunnels, an explosion of sorts rocks the cavern walls; no doubt a powerful dark magic blast was cast. Raymond finds tears well up his eyes suddenly, knowing that the blast took his father's life. However, he says not a word, as the grief is too much for words. His step falters as he feels overwhelmed, unable to see his path clearly.<br/><br/>As this happens, the end of the caverns can be seen, the light from the outside filtering in. As the group comes nearer, it becomes apparent that the light is caused by fires, not the sun. The entirety of the capital of Bruthis is engulfed in flames, as smoke shields the sky from view in its black haze. Shouts can be heard, and the clash of steel and falling of bodies can be heard throughout the city. It seems, though, that it is happening far away, as the tunnels have taken the group to the back of the castle. It is an enclosed area, with steps leading to the fields outside ahead of them.