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There’s blood on his clothes. He knows it isn’t his.

He clutches his chest, trying to make sense of what is happening. His breath was short, ragged from fear.

He was running away.

He knows he shouldn’t have.. running only made him look guilty. But it was too much. The limp bodies, the bloodshed, it reminded him too much of Theria. His dear Theria.

He remembers the faces of the leaders, their focus as he spoke, their warmth erased in an instant.

However, what truly made him sick was knowing the person behind it all. The one who sabotaged his home, the one behind the assassinations, the one who framed him.

It was his best friend, Fluixon.

He knows Fluixon. He knows he would do anything for what he believed was right. But this? Was this truly the path he chose? To unite Pandora through blood and ruin?

To be betrayed by someone you trusted, someone you loved so dearly, it’s a different type of pain.

It’s the type that hurts the most.

He was still recovering from Jophiel’s death. She was one of his closest friends, a leader as kind as she was just.

It used to be the three of them: him, Fluixon, and Jophiel. Together, they built Theria from nothing. It was Jophiel and Fluixon who had chosen Saparata to rule, believing that he would make a good leader.

But now they were gone, buried beneath blood and betrayal.

“Saparata?”

A voice from above made him flinch. His muscles tensed, ready to flee again.

He looked up and sighed, realizing who it actually was.

“Ish..” his voice trembled. “You have to believe me, I was framed! Flux, everyone.. they must’ve set the trap after I left. They were my friends, Ish. How could they do this to me.. to their own leaders?”

"Are you saying you’re innocent, Saps?" Ish asked, though the look on his face told Saparata he already knew the answer.

"I am."

"Then you must prove it."

───── Theria

Years ago, Saparata ruled a nation called Theria, a land he cherished dearly. Every decision he made, every word he spoke, was driven by his desire to protect his people.

However, peace doesn't come for free. Believing it was the only way to keep Theria safe, Saparata planned the assassination of StormingHell, a corrupt leader whose influence threatened not only Sultanate, but Theria itself. To Saparata, it was not an act of hate, but an act of sacrifice.

Yet when the plan failed, and Zombta fell instead, the weight of that mistake crushed him. The blood stained his conscience, and though Theria still stood, he could no longer see himself worthy to lead his people.

So, he gave his position to Jophiel and left.

She had understood his guilt without a word, pulling him into an embrace before they parted. She was kind and compassionate, the kind of person Saparata always admired.

After that, he wandered from civilization to civilization. Visiting, but never settling.

The house he built near the jungle was meant to be his quiet redemption, a place to atone and forgive himself.

But that dream was gone now, crushed by the very person he thought would never hurt him.

…..

The next day came.

One look at him was enough to tell he hadn’t slept. He couldn't. Not when every second reminded him of everything he’d lost.

He knew what had happened. He knew what it looked like.

Running after six leaders died from a trap inside his own home? There was no time to waste, he needed to act.

Using his chat window, he sent a message to the remaining leaders of Pandora. He demanded a fair trial, a chance to speak the truth for himself.

“The Commonwealth.. that’s where they’ll hold the trial, right?” Ish asked, hovering beside him. He had been keeping Saps company, appearing every now and then.

“Uh huh"

Ish didn’t meet his eyes. “That’s.. not exactly neutral ground, is it?”

Saparata’s gaze snapped up. “You sound worried"

“Once a person is certain, even the truth can’t reach them. If a trial is what you want, then so be it. But please.. Be careful, Saparata.” he said, placing a hand on his shoulder before disappearing, leaving him alone and confused.

Ish was their god, always watching, unable to interfere. Yet when it came to Saparata, it felt as if he made an exception. Some could say he was God's favorite.

Ish’s concern left him uneasy, a weight he couldn’t shake. It was as if Ish knew something he didn’t. He gathered a stack of leaves, blocks of green that can help him escape for when everything falls apart.

If everything falls apart.

───── Zynn

Growing up, it had always been just him and his sister. His sister, Zynn, had gone her own way after Saps founded Theria. She said she needed to see what she was capable of, to improve herself in ways she couldn’t if she stayed behind.

It had been years since he last saw her. And.. after today, after all the betrayal and death, he realized how much he needed her.

Between them, Zynn had always been the stronger one. Mentally and physically. Saparata was different. He was more agile, more clever with his moves, and was much more faster than anyone. He was a runner.

Running from Theria. Running from guilt. Running from pain.

How long until he can finally stop running?

…..

His hands were sore from rowing for what felt like hours. His legs ached from leaping off a ledge, from sword cuts, from running.

He was back to where he was a few hours ago, the shore of the jungle he’d been hiding in.

He stumbled as he stepped off the boat, bloodied hands sinking into the sand.

He had just escaped the trial.

It didn't go well at all. Saparata had known it wouldn’t. He could tell from the moment he entered the Commonwealth, from the glares, the whispers, the rough hands that shoved him forward. He could tell that he had already lost..

“I, Judge Timebomb, find Saparata guilty on all counts!”

The memory hit like a blade. He remembers how the courtroom roared with rage and hatred.

He remembers one face in particular. Thomas, one of Fluixon’s men, his prosecutor. The man’s face was still with no emotion. Even when Saparata accused him of being part of the assassination, Thomas' face remained calm and unchanging. It was as if the verdict had already been written long before he spoke.

Now, in the eyes of Pandora, Saparata was a criminal. No matter what he said, no one would believe him.

With hunters closing in, he needed protection. Somewhere to stay alive, long enough to plan his next move.

───── Pandora and Yggdrasil

Pandora is an archipelago of three islands. Its forests were full of life and its mines were rich with ores. The people lived comfortably, surrounded by its abundance.

However, opposite of this lies Yggdrasil, an island of people struggling to survive. A volcano sits at its center, heating the waters, causing it to boil. The island also consists of a snowy biome that hides layers of powdered snow, swallowing a person whole if they're not careful.

Before their assassination, the leaders of Pandora had actually planned to send aid to Yggdrasil. An act of kindness meant to unite the two lands. However, long before that, Yggdrasil had already begun to resent Pandora. Word had spread of how well Pandora was doing.

Their envy grew into anger, rumors became propaganda.. that while Pandora thrived, Yggdrasil was left to suffer.

Fluixon, once second-in-command in Luminara, opposed the idea of sending aid. He saw the propaganda from Yggdrasil and believed it would only make things worse.

Separated by distance, the two islands never truly saw one another.. only what they were told to believe.

…..

After all these years, the borders had finally dropped. People from every civilization poured in, exploring freely for the first time.

It wasn’t the chaos Fluixon had warned about. Perhaps the propaganda had faded, or maybe the people had simply moved on. Either way, war never came.

With nowhere else to go, Saparata thought of fleeing to Yggdrasil. He reached into his bag, pulling out two stacks of diamonds. The same ones he and Fluixon had mined together long ago.

His face tightened. He bit the inside of his cheek, forcing the memory down. Instead, he turned his focus to his chat window.

It was flooded with hate messages, insults, and threats. But what can he do? Go back for another trial? Hilarious.

> Saparata: I’ll trade two stacks of diamonds for protection.

He sent the message to every Yggdrasil leader he knew. One by one, the replies came in. All rejections.

All.. except one.

> Turntapp: Deal.

Saparata’s eyes widened. "Oh, thank Ish.." his shoulders sagged in relief, finally feeling hopeful.

A split second later, an arrow sliced through the air, missing his head by inches. Another followed, grazing his arm. Then a third struck his leg. The arrows didn’t pierce through, but they tore deep enough to draw blood. His vision blurred, pain pounding through his body.

They found him.

“There he is! Get him!”

Saparata bolted for his boat. He needed to move now. He pushed off the shore, fleeing the only place that had ever kept him safe.

Without the jungle’s cover, he felt exposed. Out on open water, he was nothing but a target. The borders had just dropped so it was no shock that there were boats everywhere.

It was too risky, he needed another route. So he turned towards the one place no one would expect him to be..

The Luminaria Bridge.

The bridge meant to unite the two islands, a dream led by 3BelowZero. It was a project that died with him, someone had sent an assassin to make sure of it.. Maybe someone who never wanted the islands united in the first place.

Saparata ran across the bridge. Citizens recognized him, their eyes widening before they turned, informing everyone nearby that he had been spotted.

He ran faster. Faster until he reached the edge, leaping into the cold water below.

He swam towards a lone boat nearby, dragging himself over its side, fleeing towards the coordinates Turntapp had just sent.

Upon arriving, Saparata felt uneasy. Even though the waters were crowded with boats, this part of the island was strangely empty.

He rowed anxiously, eyes flickering between the horizon and the coordinates glowing faintly on his screen.

“Saparata.”

The voice made him flinch. His head snapped up.

“Turntapp?” he asked.

The figure above gave a small nod. He set a water bucket down on the ledge beside him, a makeshift ladder for Saparata to climb.

“I heard your waters are boiling.." Saparata said warily, glancing at the waters beneath him. “Is it safe here?”

“It’s safe," Turntapp replied. “We’re far enough from the volcano. The waters don't boil at this part of the island."

Saparata dipped his hand into the water. Turntapp was right, it was cold. He exhaled softly before climbing the ledge. Pain shot through his arm and leg but he kept his face still. The last thing he needed was to look weak. If Turntapp wanted to, he could just take the diamonds and kill him for the bounty.

When he reached the top, he opened his inventory and pulled out two stacks of diamonds.

“Not a lot of diamonds on your island?” Saparata asked, watching him closely, curious to know if the rumors were true.

“No. Iron’s usually the best we can find." He says while scanning the diamonds, probably inspecting if it was indeed two stacks.

When he finished, Turntapp’s gaze lingered on Saparata. He looked rough. The bruises and wounds on his skin were noticeable against his pale complexion. His clothes were torn and stained with dirt. His hands trembling faintly from exhaustion.

Turntapp’s eyes dropped to the makeshift bandages on his arm and leg. “Can you manage?” He asked.

Saparata nodded. “Yeah.. ts' not a big deal." Though the tightness in his voice said otherwise.

"It's inevitable trying to hide your pain, I noticed it immediately." Saparata’s eyes widened, but before he could respond, a Golden Apple was placed in his hand. "The covenant is quite far, I can't have you slowing down and risk us getting caught."

With that, Saps ate the Apple. The pain faded almost instantly. He exhaled shakily, not realizing he had been holding his breath.

Then, without a word, Turntapp stepped closer, wrapping a coat around him. Turntapp’s hands lingered for a moment, adjusting the collar near Saps’ neck.

The coat was probably meant to conceal his face, Saparata thought. Still, the closeness made him tense. He looked at Turntapp warily, searching for intent, but his expression was calm and unreadable.

When Turntapp finished, he turned away. “Let’s go.”

Saparata followed.

The terrain was unlike anything on the other island. While Pandora was green and full of life, Yggdrasil was barren and empty.

"What civilization were you in?" Turntapp suddenly asked.

“None..” Saparata answered after a moment. “I lived on my own. Had people come by now and then, but I was on neutral ground. That’s why they made me mediator.”

Turntapp hummed faintly, eyes fixed forward. “How did you escape the trial?”

“I crossed the Luminara Bridge. I was too exposed if I traveled by boat from Pandora’s shores.”

Turntapp glanced at Saparata, studying him from the corner of his eye. Saparata was injured, exhausted, and half-starved.. Yet here he is, still walking. Either he was favored by Ish himself or he’s made of something stronger than he looks. Perhaps, both?

"Saparata."

Turntapp said coldly, immediately getting the attention of Saps. Turntapp didn't make eye contact. Instead, he continued to walk, eyes fixed on the terrain ahead of them.

"Did you kill the Pandora leaders?"

“No," he said quickly. “No, I would never.”

They stopped walking. Turntapp turned to face him. Did he want to know more? Saparata thought. He swallowed hard, forcing the words out.

“The day after Jophiel died, I went to Tricolor to pay my respects, leaving my home to five others. They planted a trap on my roof, dripstones, to fall during the meeting. They turned my home into a crime scene.. framing me for everything.”

His hands clenched, nails biting into his palms.

“Fluixon, he.. he was my friend." He whispered. “I never thought he would do this to me." Turntapp’s eyes widened, recognizing the name.

For a moment, Turntapp didn’t respond. He stepped closer, his presence quiet but heavy.

Gently, he took Saparata’s hands on his own.

Saparata froze, the world narrowing to the warmth of Turntapp’s hand and the blood on his hands.

Wait.. blood?

He looked down, realizing too late what he’d done. Thin crescent lines were curved across his palms where his nails dug deep.

“Ah.. sorry." he murmured, voice small.

“The Covenant isn’t far from here.” Turntapp said. “The Golden Apple dulls your pain, but only for so long. We need to get you aid before it fades.”

Saparata let out a soft sigh. “Okay.." his voice quiet. He glanced at Turntapp, who let go of his hand, giving him a faint and shy smile.

.....

Days before the borders fell, word of the tragedy reached Yggdrasil.

Turntapp and the peacekeepers were gathered in the Covenant, inside what looked like an office.

When the news arrived, the entire nation went still. The people of the Covenant were stunned. Others whispered in disbelief. A few.. impressed.

“Who would do such a thing to their own leaders?” one peacekeeper muttered.

Suddenly, the doors burst open. Another peacekeeper stormed in, a wanted poster clutched in his hand. “We have his identity!” he shouted.

He slammed the poster onto the table. To say they were shocked would be an understatement.

The man in the picture was breathtaking. His skin was pale as snow. His eyes were gentle, soft yet piercing. A smile curved his lips, one that could make anyone forget the danger he carried. Even the breeze seemed to play with his hair, as if nature itself acknowledged his presence.

“His name is Saparata, Pandora’s most wanted assassin.”

“..That’s him?” a peacekeeper whispered, disbelief etched across his face.

Turntapp studied the image. “What was his reason for the assassination?” he asked.

“I don’t know. We’ll likely learn more once the borders drop, but judging by how convinced the people in Pandora are.. he’s probably already been executed,” the peacekeeper said, opening his chat window to confirm.

“Is this some kind of joke?” the Covenant’s head peacekeeper yelled, her expression tense.

“Zynn.." Turntapp asked, turning to her. “What’s wrong?”

She drew in a shaky breath. “Saparata.. he’s my brother. I know him better than anyone. He would never do something like this.”

The words hung in the room. Only the flicker of torches broke the silence.

The doors slammed open again. This time it was Davarit, another peacekeeper. He stormed in breathless. His eyes swept the room before landing on the table, seeing that the news had already reached them.

“It wasn’t him,” he said firmly. “Saparata wouldn’t do this.. especially not to Jophiel.”

“Do you know him, Davarit?” Turntapp asked.

“I do.” he replied, his voice cutting through the tension.

“A few years ago, I lived in the Sultanate, a nation ruled by a corrupt leader named StormingHell. I planned to escape, to free my people. It was Saparata who risked everything to help us break free. He fought to end a tyrant’s reign when no one else dared. He didn’t fight for power.. he fought for peace.”

He let his gaze sweep the room, locking eyes with each peacekeeper. “If you think he raises a blade out of hate, then you never knew the heart that drove him!”

Silence fell again, heavier this time. Even Turntapp said nothing.

Zynn’s eyes met Davarit’s across the table. No words were needed, for in their silence, both understood the same thing: Saparata was innocent.

Turntapp studied them carefully. His soldiers were not ones to be swayed by sentiment. If they believed in Saparata’s innocence, then perhaps the truth was not as simple as Pandora claimed.

Then, a faint light caught Turntapp’s attention. His chat window glowed. Someone was reaching out.

> Saparata: I’ll trade two stacks of diamonds for protection.

“…He’s alive?” Turntapp muttered under his breath, disbelief shadowing his face.

This time, with absolute certainty, he announced. “He escaped.”

All eyes turned to him.

“He wants protection in exchange for two stacks of diamonds.” Turntapp continued.

“Then we shou-"

“Wait," another peacekeeper spoke, interrupting Zynn. “We must face reality. He’s Pandora’s most wanted assassin, accused of killing six leaders. Bringing him here could endanger us all.”

“Two stacks of diamonds are enough to armor nearly all our peacekeepers." Davarit added. “We don’t even have enough diamonds to forge a single full set of diamond armor."

“But.. harboring a wanted man is dangerous!"

“Enough.”

Turntapp’s voice echoed, low and commanding. Silence fell instantly.

"My responsibility is to my people. If this deal strengthens us, then it’s not a gamble. It’s strategy. Danger is irrelevant, no one is foolish enough to challenge the Covenant.”

He paused, letting the silence hang heavy. “If he’s guilty, the diamonds compensate. If he’s innocent, we gain an asset. This isn’t just some fugitive. He escaped a trial held by the Commonwealth, the largest nation in Pandora. A man who walks out of that alive isn’t lucky… he’s dangerous, clever, and capable.”

Turntapp’s gaze went to Zynn and Davarit. “I’ll arrange the coordinates and pick him up myself. He receives sanctuary.. for now.”

Zynn’s eyes softened. Her body slumped, overwhelmed with relief. Beside her stood Davarit who bowed his head slightly, silently thanking Turntapp.

───── The Covenant

The Covenant, a nation feared by all. Its people are strong, disciplined, and unmatched in combat.

The Covenant is led by Turntapp, a former Aculon soldier. He had once served the Aculon Empire under Elanuelo, but grew disillusioned by its rule. When the Battle of Aculon began, Turntapp turned against his own empire, fighting for freedom instead of tyranny.

Years passed and Turntapp built his own civilization, one founded on honor, loyalty, and discipline. His imposing strength and cold demeanor earned him both respect and fear.

Under his command, the Covenant became a symbol of power, a nation feared by many.

…..

Saparata and Turntapp had finally reached the Covenant. Saparata wasn’t sure what he had expected, but based on the little he knew about the nation, he imagined it would look exactly as described.. Dark, quiet, and cautious.

As they entered, the crowd paused to greet Turntapp. Heads nodded in respect. Murmured acknowledgments followed his every step.

However, at the sight of Saparata, silence fell. All eyes turned to him. They stood tall, acknowledging his presence, not with fear but with caution.

Has everyone in Yggdrasil already heard of him? he thought, ducking his head, ashamed to meet the people's eyes.

As they got closer to the main building, Saparata noticed a figure running towards him.

“Saps!” she cried.

He recognized that voice. “…Zynn?" He froze, mouth agape. "Zynn!”

They collided in a tight embrace, holding on as if the world had stopped turning.

“You were staying in the Covenant?” Saparata asked, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

“Of course!” she replied with a playful wink. “I’m head peacekeeper, can’t you tell?” Her expression softened, concern replacing the teasing as she took in his state. “Oh.. what did they do to you?”

Saparata stayed silent for a second, carefully choosing what he should say.

“Fluixon.. he framed me, sabotaged my house. He killed all those leaders, Zynn." Saparata admitted, his voice weak, almost breaking.

Zynn’s eyes widened, a hand flying to her mouth as she struggled to process the words. “Why would he do that?”

Saparata’s gaze dropped. “He had a dispute with the leaders in Pandora. They wanted to send aid here, to Yggdrasil, but he opposed it. Claimed you all were planning an attack. Guess he thought Pandora would be better off without them.”

“Fluixon, Elanualo’s son.” Turntapp said, his tone flat but heavy. Saparata's eyes widened. “You know him?”

“I knew his father. I used to serve him as one of the soldiers in the Aculon Empire. A tyrant through and through. He was as ruthless as he was merciless. If what you’re telling me is true, then Fluixon is the spitting image of his father. His cruelty might be just the beginning of Pandora's downfall.” Turntapp said.

"That asshole..” Zynn whispered.

Turntapp walked towards Saparata, standing tall and imposing in front of him. Saparata did not flinch. He met Turntapp’s gaze and listened intently, every muscle tense but unwavering.

“You’ll have shelter here," Turntapp said. “The Covenant stands by its word. But understand this, protection comes with caution. Pandora will not touch you while you are under my roof, but if war reaches our gates, I will do what I must to keep my people safe.”

Zynn opened her mouth to speak, but Turntapp raised a hand. “For now, you are under Covenant protection. Make sure you are worth the risk.” He walked forward, signaling them to follow.

Zynn sighed, then looked at Saparata. "He may be labeled a ruthless leader, but trust me, that man has heart."

She nudged his shoulder softly, watching him with a tired smile. “Glad to have you back with me, troublemaker.”

.....

Turntapp led Saparata to an empty room. "This is where you'll be staying."

The room was small but well-decorated. "This is lovely, thank you." Saparata said, glancing around with a faint smile.

Turntapp walked closer, reaching into his inventory. "May I?" he asked, holding a bandage in one hand as he reached for Saparata’s arm with the other.

Saparata nodded. He was surprised. He hadn’t expected Turntapp to be the one to bandage him.

His face burned with embarrassment as the leader of the Covenant knelt beside him. Turntapp could see the exhaustion in his face, the way his body trembled from pushing too far. He knew that if he left him now, Saparata would collapse on the bed and forget about his injuries. So, without a word, Turntapp took it upon himself to tend to him.

Slowly and carefully, Turntapp wrapped the bandages around Saparata’s arm and leg.

Suddenly, voices echoed from outside the room, growing closer with each step.

“Saps!” Zynn called, poking her head through the doorway. She stepped inside, but she was not alone.

“Davarit?” Saparata breathed, recognizing the man standing beside her. He tried to stand, but pain shot through his leg, forcing a sharp wince. Turntapp immediately stepped forward, placing a hand around his waist to grab him before he could fall.

“Easy,” Turntapp said, his voice low and calm. “You’re still healing.”

"Saps, please, it’s okay." Davarit said, crouching in front of him so their eyes met.

Davarit exhaled. "I thought I’d never see you again.” He said, his voice rough. “What happened?”

Saparata looked away, jaw tightening. “They were so quick with the verdict, Dav.. I don’t understand. It’s like they never even listened."

Davarit pursed his lips. “Tell me the truth, Saps. Did you-"

“No.”

“I didn’t kill them.” Saparata said, his tone breaking near the end. “Not Jophil. Not any of them. I was there, yes, but it wasn’t supposed to end like that. Fluixon planned it all. I was just.. someone he could put the blame on.”

Zynn’s expression softened. “You were framed.”

“He made sure every witness saw me.. That every trace of evidence pointed my way."

The room fell silent.. heavy with unspoken rage.

The night crept in, everyone left to give Saps time to rest. Alone with his thoughts, Saparata thought of Pandora.

Back to the chaos, the screams, the accusing eyes. It wasn’t hard to understand why they turned on him. The odds had always been stacked that way.

Fluixon made sure of it.

The silence pressed in again, broken only by his sobs.

A few months had passed. Everyone had already grown used to his presence. People from Pandora and Yggdrasil speculated that he was staying in the Covenant, but no one dared challenge them.

Saparata was kind.. Surprisingly kind for a man with a huge bounty on his head.

He was easy to talk to, quick to smile, and even quicker to laugh. The peacekeepers grew fond of him, and soon, so did the rest of the Covenant. People from the Covenant would stop to greet him, sometimes offering small gifts as he passed through the markets.

Saps came to realize that the people of the Covenant were not the savages or villains outsiders claimed them to be. They were loyal, disciplined, and fiercely protective of one another.

In turn, the Covenant saw that Saps was not the murderer Pandora had accused him of being. They believed his story, and little by little, his presence reminded them that even in a nation forged by war, there was still room for warmth.

It was getting dark, the sun starting to set.

Saps sat on the windowsill of his room, unafraid of the possibility of falling. He watched as the sky was painted with shades of orange and yellow.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his door.

“It’s open,” he said, not bothering to turn. He listened as the door opened, and just from the sound of the boots, Saparata already knew who it was.

“Didn’t Zynn already scold you for sitting there?” Turntapp asked.

"She did. Didn’t stop me then either.”

Turntapp leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You’re going to fall one of these days.”

“I’ve fallen before.” Saparata said casually, though the faint tension in his voice betrayed him.

“That’s not something to brag about.” Turntapp said, tone flat as ever. Still, Saps didn’t have to look to know he was smiling.

A small, genuine laugh escaped Saparata. “Why are you here anyway? Did you need something?” His tone was curious, far from irritated.

“No, I just wanted to check on you.”

“Oh..” Saparata’s face warmed, a faint flush spreading across his cheeks. For a long moment, neither of them spoke, embracing the comfortable silence.

“You’ve been awfully quiet these last few days.” Turntapp said, his voice soft. “Is something on your mind?”

Saparata hesitated, his words caught for a moment, then he spoke. “A few months have passed, and I’m still wanted out there. How long until they come?”

“You’re safe here, Saparata." Turntapp said firmly.

“I know," Saparata replied. “Thanks to you… and everyone, really. But that’s not what I'm worried about.” Turntapp remained silent, waiting patiently for the other to continue.

"I know how strong and capable you all are, I've seen it firsthand.. But keeping me here puts the Covenant at risk. Everyone at risk. It’s only a matter of time before Pandora comes. I cannot stand by and let anyone suffer because of me, It's not fair. I never even had the chance to defend myself properly, and yet.. my presence could cost lives.”

Silence fell between them, heavy, but not uncomfortable.

“Come down, Saparata.”

Saparata hesitated but listened, rising from where he sat to stand in front of Turntapp.

“Saps..” Turntapp said quietly. “You’ve spent months waiting for something to happen, haven’t you?”

Saparata blinked, caught off guard.

"I can see it. Every time you look at the gates, every time the wind shifts, you tense up like the world’s about to end. But it hasn’t. You’re here. You're alive and safe.. because I said so.”

His tone deepened, carrying the quiet authority that made even the strongest peacekeepers fall silent. “If Pandora wanted war, they would’ve tried a long time ago. But they won’t, not while you’re under the Covenant.”

Saparata’s gaze fell to the floor, his hands curling slightly at his sides. “You can’t protect me forever.. What if-”

Turntapp cut him off, stepping even closer until Saparata could feel his warmth. “Then we’ll deal with it when it comes. But don’t waste what peace you’ve finally found worrying about something that isn’t here.”

He placed a hand on Saparata’s shoulder. “You’ve carried enough fear for a lifetime. Let me carry some of it now.”

Saparata froze, eyes flicking up to meet Turntapp’s. The air between them thickened. He didn't understand what he felt.. was it comfort? Tension?

Slowly, Saparata exhaled, lips curling into a small, grateful smile. “You always know what to say, don’t you?” he whispered. “Thank you.. Turntapp.”

Turntapp’s gaze lingered for a moment, staying before deciding it was time to leave. Both waved each other goodbye, giving each other a faint smile before separating.

At the sound of the door closing, Saparata’s smile faded.

He knew deep down that peace would never last forever, no matter how safe he felt.

And though his heart was grateful, he knew he would have to leave soon.

Chapter Text

The journey back from Westhelm dragged on, each step weighed down by silence.

Saparata had gone there seeking an alliance, to plead his case, to grasp at any hope of support. But Westhelm refused. They remained unmoving, completely uninterested.

Beside him, Turntapp’s jaw was tight, his eyes dark with quiet frustration.

“Sorry you had to waste your time, I appreciate you coming all this way with me though.” he said shyly, guilt lacing his voice.

Turntapp met his gaze, recognizing the weight behind the apology. He didn’t want Saparata to think his anger was directed at him.

“Don’t apologize,” he said. “They dismissed you without a second thought. That kind of ignorance is inexcusable.”

Saparata let out a small laugh. “They had nothing to gain anyway. Still, it was worth the try.”

They continued through the rough terrain, exchanging small talk, letting the disappointment of Westhelm’s refusal fade.

That's when Saparata's chat window glowed, a message from Al Qarasina.

“They want to form an alliance..” Saparata read aloud, tilting his chat window for Turntapp to see.

Turntapp’s eyes narrowed as he leaned closer over Saparata's shoulder to read the message. “Pirates rarely do anything for free.”

Even so, with Westhelm’s cold rejection, Saparata urged they take the chance. Turntapp hesitated, but agreed, hoping it would ease the tension he saw lingering in Saparata.

From the moment they saw the pirates, the warning signs hit. Their grins too wide, hands never far from their weapons. Turntapp’s stomach dropped. They weren’t allies, they were hunters. And Saparata? Their prize.

"We have to go." Turntapp whispered, grabbing Saparata’s arm before pulling him to run.

"Wait- Tapp- what’s happening?" Saparata asked, his voice trembling, but Turntapp didn’t answer.

The desert around them blurred as they ran. Saparata’s breath came in short, ragged gasps. His heart pounded against his ribs.

"Wait, where are we going!?" Still no answer. "Turnta-"

“Enough, Saparata! Just keep moving!” Turntapp yelled.

Saparata froze, the sudden outburst throwing him off. Turntapp rarely shouted, and when he did, it felt like the ground itself had shifted beneath him.

Saparata noticed the tension in his stance. The tight grip on his sword, the uneasy look on his face.

He began to feel uneasy. Was this really the way to the Covenant? Where was he taking him?

Then it hit him.

A flash of memory..

The betrayal.

Framed by his closest friend, his familiar. He couldn’t trust anyone, not again. The thought of relying on someone, of letting his guard down.. it was unbearable.

It won't happened again, not this time.

Without thinking, he broke from Turntapp’s side.

He ran faster. Farther.

Away from the Al Qarasina, away from Westhelm, away from the Covenant, and away from Turntapp.

.....

Turntapp’s jaw tightened, a curse slipping past his lips.

They were nearly at the Covenant. He had taken them on a longer, safer route, one where he was sure the pirates wouldn’t find them.

“Saps-" he tried to call, his voice steady at first. But when he glanced back, the path was empty.

“Saps..?” a sharp panic rose in his chest. He scanned his surroundings. Nothing.

“Saparata!” He yelled, sprinting back a few steps. He exhaled sharply, anxiety pressed against his chest with every heartbeat.

Still.. the desert gave no answer. He was gone.

.....

Saparata had fled to the tundra.

His legs were giving out, muscles screaming with exhaustion. The snow felt painful against his skin. He wasn’t dressed for the snowy biome, he knew, but kept moving. Kept running.

That's when he found a place to settle.

He worked without thought, stacking blocks of snow to build a tower that mirrored the one he had once in Theria.

Saps shivered, not from the cold, but from his own memories. He didn’t want to remember, yet one face refused to leave his mind.

Fluixon.

The friend he thought would stay by his side until the very end.

He remembered the day Theria was founded, he wasn’t alone. Jophiel’s quiet smile, Fluixon’s laughter, the warmth of hope surrounding the three founders.

The wind howled around him, pulling him back to the present. His tower was complete. He was already at the top.

The ledge called to him, a quiet promise of release, a way to leave behind the pain, guilt, and never-ending anxiety.

This was what he wanted, wasn’t it? To finally bring some measure of peace to himself.. to the Covenant, to Turntapp.

He wasn’t naive. He knew. He had heard the whispers, the frustration, the quiet protests against his presence outside the Covenant. He knew the weight he had placed on Turntapp and the peacekeepers. The risks, dangers, and sacrifices they’d made to protect him. Despite their efforts to hide it, he felt it all.

Guilt coiled in his chest, tightening with every heartbeat.

He stepped closer to the ledge, the cold wind biting his skin.

This was his escape. To finally stop running..

“That's it?” a voice cut through the wind.

Saps froze. He turned, his eyes wide.

“Ish?”

The figure stood there, calm but steady, eyes locking onto his.

“You think this will fix anything?” Ish asked. “You think leaping off this ledge will undo the guilt, erase the pain, protect the Covenant?”

“I don’t see why it wouldn’t,” Saps murmured, eyes fixed on snow below. “Maybe if I disappear, things will finally quiet down. No more protests, no more threats. Everyone can move on.”

Ish tilted his head slightly, the faintest hint of sorrow in his eyes. “Move on? Do you really think they’ll move on, Saps? That they’ll find peace knowing you vanished into the snow?”

Saps’ hands curled into fists. “At least they’ll be safe,” he whispered. “The Covenant won’t have to carry my weight anymore.”

The words hung heavy in the air, swallowed by the storm.

“It’s just.. I feel like the world would breathe easier without me.”

“No.” Ish’s gaze softened. “You’re letting guilt take over you, Saps. That’s what it does.. it lies. It tells you your absence is mercy.” His voice lowered, steady and sorrowful. “But it’s not mercy.. it’s surrender.”

“..And it seems someone refuses to surrender you." Ish said, smiling as he looked at him.

"What are yo-"

“SAPARATA!” The name tore through the storm. Saps’ heart lurched. That voice. He knew it all too well.

Saparata turned towards the sound, snow blurring his vision.. "Turntapp?"

That’s when Turntapp saw him, up on the tower of snow.

“Saparata!” Turntapp’s voice cut through the wind. Relief washed over him the moment he saw the familiar figure. Looking over at Saps, Turntapp also caught glimpse of the figure beside him. Ish.

The man gave him a small, knowing smile before fading, leaving Saparata alone with him.

“Turntapp- what.. what are you doing here?!” Saparata yelled, his voice cracking against the wind.

Turntapp spoke, but the wind carried his words away, leaving only the sound of the blizzard.

Without a second thought, Turntapp surged forward, boots crunching against the snow. Each gust battered him harder than the last, but he didn’t stop. The world behind him blurred into white as all that mattered was reaching the figure above.

Saparata could only stare, stunned. He couldn’t even process what was happening. Not until Turntapp stood before him again, snow clinging to his clothes, breath harsh and uneven.

Their eyes met.

Turntapp had just crossed the tundra just to find him. Seeing the exhaustion and raw worry in his face, Saparata’s heart twisted with guilt.

“Why did you run? We were almost at the Covenant.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice, afraid of pushing too hard. “Why did you leave, Saps?”

“I.. I’m sorry,” Saparata stammered, his voice breaking. “I was afraid.. of being betrayed again.”

His gaze fell to the snow beneath his feet, refusing to meet Turntapp’s eyes. “I couldn’t bear it. The guilt. Knowing people keep suffering because of me. I shouldn’t have put that weight on you.. on the Covenant. I never should’ve come.”

Turntapp watched him, his expression tightening. The fear in Saparata’s voice wasn’t weakness, it was the sound of a man crushed.

As he stood there, seeing Saparata tremble, something inside him burned.. Not anger at Saparata, never that, but at the world that had driven him here.

"You think you’re a burden,” Turntapp said quietly, stepping closer. “But you’re the reason we keep going, Saps. You being here.. it reminds us what we’re fighting for.”

Saparata shook his head. “You don’t understand-”

“I do,” Turntapp cut in gently. "More than you think.”

“You don’t have to face the world alone, Saps." Turntapp said. “I’ve been chasing you through this storm.. through snow, wind, and every damned thing in this tundra just to make sure you were still breathing. Do you have any idea what that felt like? Thinking I was too late?”

Saparata’s lips parted, but no sound came.

He drew in a slow breath, his voice weak. “Everyone out there has already decided I’m a murderer. What’s the point, if that’s all they’ll ever see when they look at me?”

“Does it matter? Let them talk,” Turntapp said. “Let them twist your name, curse it, bury it in lies. The truth still breathes, Saps, and so do you.”

Saps’ chest tightened, the sting of snow and wind fading beneath as he felt the rush of relief. Turntapp’s gaze locked onto him, pulling him back from the edge without a single word.

“I see you, Saps. You don’t have to fight alone because we believe in you.. I believe in you.”

For a heartbeat, Saps stood frozen, torn between fear and hope.

With a sharp breath, he stumbled forward.

One step, then another.

Closing the distance between them as he threw himself into Turntapp’s arms.

For the first time in months, Saps felt a flicker of something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Hope.

Tears spilled from his eyes as he broke down, his sobs coming in deep, uneven breaths that soaked into the other’s clothes. His grip on Turntapp was tight, desperate, unwilling to let go.

Turntapp held him gently. One hand resting on his back, the other cradling his head.

“I’ll stop running,” he managed to say, his voice trembling but certain. A quiet promise, carried away by the cold wind, yet heavy with everything he’d endured.

“..That’s all I ask.” Turntapp replied, voice soft.

The hug they shared was warm and grounding.

Turntapp loosened his hold but didn’t fully let go. His hand found Saps’ arm, eyes scanning him quickly, worry flickering across his face.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Saps shook his head. “No.. just tired.”

“Then let’s go home.” Turntapp said softly. He lifted his hat and carefully placed it on Saparata’s head, adjusting it so it wouldn’t slip over his eyes. Then, without a word, he draped his coat over him, letting the warmth settle between them.

“Wait Turntapp, I couldn’t.. Won’t you be cold?” Saparata asked weakly, though his body had already melted into the warmth of the coat.

Turntapp shook his head, responding bluntly. "Nah"

As they walked back to the Covenant, Turntapp kept hold of Saps’ hand, not out of fear that he might run again, but a quiet reminder that he was not alone.

The gates of the Covenant loomed ahead. The moment they stepped through, the peacekeepers waiting by the entrance broke into motion. Their rigid stance dissolved into pure relief.

“Saps!” one called. “He’s back!”

Dozens of voices rose.

Saparata stood there, confused and uncertain. He had not expected this.

They all ran towards him, Zynn being the first to arrive.

“Saps! What were you thinking?” she exclaimed, relief and anger in her voice.

“Hi, Zynn..” he said, a weary smile crossing his tear-stained face.

Zynn couldn't stay mad, not when he looked this worn. She pulled him into a tight hug, gently rubbing her brothers' back.

One by one, the others followed. Their arms reaching, voices full of worry and relief. The hugs pressed in from all sides.

Saps froze, overwhelmed with emotions. Embarrassment warmed his face as he realized just how much he meant to them.

“I..” he started, his voice small. “I’m sorry. For worrying you all. For everything I’ve put you through.”

He bowed his head, guilt heavy in every movement. “You should not have had to deal with my mess.”

For a heartbeat, there was silence.

Zynn stepped forward, eyes red from worry but still shining with affection. She reached for his hand, cold against her warm fingers, and rubbed it gently.

“You don’t need to apologize,” she said softly. “You came back. That’s all that matters.”

Saps’ breath caught. He looked up, meeting her gaze. Behind her, dozens of faces watched him, not with judgment but with relief.

Turntapp’s gaze swept over the group, his soldiers, his family. For a moment, the sharpness in his eyes softened. “You have all done enough for today,” he said. “Go rest. We’re home.”

The peacekeepers exchanged glances before nodding. A few clapped Saps gently on the shoulder as they passed.

“Don’t scare us like that again,” one muttered, though the fondness in his voice made Saps smile faintly.

Soon, it was just the three of them.. Turntapp, Zynn, and Saparata.

Zynn squeezed Saps’ hand one last time before letting go. “You really scared us, you know." she said softly. “Next time you feel like running, at least tell someone where you’re going.”

“I won’t run,” Saps promised, eyes lowering. “Not anymore.”

Zynn smiled faintly and nodded, turning away to leave.

When she left, the silence between Saps and Turntapp settled. It was quiet, but not uncomfortable. The kind that lingered after panic and anger had finally given way to understanding.

Saparata glanced up at Turntapp, hesitant. “You really ran through the tundra for me?”

Turntapp let out a soft, tired laugh. “You think I’d let you freeze out there?”

“Sorry,” Saps looked away, a faint, shy smile tugging at his lips. “And.. thank you.”

Turntapp watched him for a moment, the corners of his mouth softening.

“Come on,” he murmured, glancing back with tired eyes but a genuine smile. “Let’s go home.”

.....

It had been weeks since Saparata fled to the tundra. He was back to joking with the peacekeepers, back to eating with them, but this time there was something different. The laughter came easier. The smiles stayed longer. It was as if something inside him had finally been mended, a part of his spirit that had once been lost now quietly finding its way home.

Turntapp and Saps had grown closer as well. Everyone noticed.

Turntapp would accompany him to the market, on walks, anywhere Saparata decided to wander. Saparata did the same. He would visit Turntapp’s office, sometimes to chat, sometimes to sleep. Both found comfort in each other’s presence.

Occasionally, the peacekeepers would invite Saparata to spar. Some made it their goal to defeat him, while others sought him out for advice. To their delight, Saparata was always willing to help, because although he was not the strongest, he was quick, clever, and precise. He moved with purpose, closing the distance with ease before pinning his opponent to the ground. Each match reminded them just how capable he had always been.

But it still wasn’t enough. Saparata wanted more.

“Train me.” he said one afternoon, standing in front of Turntapp “Train me like you would a peacekeeper.”

Turntapp blinked, caught off guard by the sudden request. “What?” he asked “Why?”

Saps’ fingers fidgeted against his sleeve before curling into a fist. “Because I can’t keep relying on others to protect me." he said. “Not you, not the peacekeepers. Not anymore.”

Turntapp watched him in silence. The past few weeks had changed Saparata. The gentleness was still there, but beneath it was something steadier, something that refused to break. He was determined. Determined to stand on his own, to no longer let fear or guilt decide who he was.

“You’ve already been training with the others." Turntapp said carefully. “You’re faster than half my men, Saparata.”

“That’s not enough." Saps replied, his tone soft but firm. “I need to be strong enough to stand beside you, not behind you.”

Turntapp leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing in thought. “You know what you’re asking for, right? My training isn’t easy. You won’t walk away without bruises.”

“I know," Saps said. “But I’m not asking to be coddled.”

For a long moment, neither spoke.

Finally, Turntapp sighed. “You really mean this, don’t you?”

Saparata nodded. “I do.”

“Then meet me at dawn. Training grounds.”

Saps blinked. “Wait- you’re agreeing just like that?”

Turntapp shrugged “You’re stubborn. If I don’t do it, you’ll just go out and train until you collapse.” He glanced back, a faint smile forming on his face. “At least this way, I can make sure you don’t kill yourself trying.”

Saps laughed softly, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.”

Turntapp’s smile deepened, gentle this time. “Get some rest, Saparata. You’ll need it.”

Both arrived early at the training field. Their training had begun.

Hours passed and the peacekeepers came in one by one, stopping at the edge of the field as they watched. The two remained focused, locked in motion, neither distracted by the growing crowd.

Saparata darted forward, fast. Faster than most would expect. But Turntapp caught on, sidestepping and redirecting his strike with precision.

Saps hit the ground, the air leaving his lungs in a quiet grunt. Before he could rise, Turntapp knelt beside him, hand resting lightly on his shoulder to keep him down.

“Not bad.” Turntapp said, voice calm but approving.

Laughter and cheers rose from the sidelines. “You’ll get him next time, Saparata!” one of the peacekeepers called.

Flustered, Saps sat up, brushing dirt from his clothes. Turntapp chuckled, extending a hand to pull him up. “Better get used to it. You’re training with them now.”

Zynn approached, holding out a folded garment. It was embroidered with the insignia of the Covenant near the collar. It was the kind of clothing worn only by those who were part of its ranks. Not a uniform of war, but a mark of belonging, of trust.

“Turntapp had this made,” Zynn said with a small smile. “Its for you, if you’ll have it.”

Saparata blinked, caught off guard. He reached out, hesitating for a moment before taking it into his hands.

For the first time, he wasn’t just a wanderer passing through the Covenant. He was part of it now, part of them.

“I will.. thank you." he said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. He gave a small and genuine smile, and for a moment, Turntapp felt something settle inside him.

Time moved differently after that. Days blurred into weeks, and weeks into months. Before anyone realized it, Saparata was no longer the newcomer struggling to find his rhythm. He moved with the precision and confidence of a seasoned peacekeeper. Each strike was cleaner, each dodge sharper. Despite having trained for only a few months, he could already keep pace with soldiers who had served for years.

He learned fast. Too fast, some whispered. But it wasn’t talent alone, it was discipline. Saparata showed up before dawn, long before the others. He pushed through exhaustion, through bruises, through Turntapp’s relentless drills.

When others paused to catch their breath, Saparata stayed in motion, repeating stances until his limbs trembled. He adapted quickly, turning his smaller frame into an advantage. Where others relied on brute force, he used timing and precision, slipping past their defenses like a gust of wind.

Even the veterans started watching him differently, less as someone they had to protect, and more as one of their own.

Turntapp saw it too. There was pride in his eyes, though he never said it aloud.

.....

"Westhelm requests a meeting with me." Saparata says, shock tightening his chest. He hovers his chat window over to Turntapp, allowing him to see.

"With you?" Turntapp leaned in, brows furrowing. On the screen, a message glowed faintly:

> 5pyder: The Nation of Westhelm formally requests a meeting. Our earlier refusal was purely precautionary. Commander Schpood would now like to speak with you directly. Your presence is requested.

Spyder, Westhelm’s second-in-command.

"What changed their minds today?" Saparata muttered.

"I heard one of Westhelm’s citizens planned an assassination against their emperor," Turntapp says. "He was caught of course, but the man fled to Pandora, specifically the Commonwealth. Schpood doesn’t take assassinations lightly. He’s probably furious he got away."

What does that have to do with me? He thought.

"They turned you down last time and now they expect you to go to them as if nothing happened?" Turntapp said, crossing his arms.

"They were cautious before." Saparata said quietly. "I don’t blame them, my reputation isn't exactly good. But this.. This is a rare opportunity. If Schpood himself wants to speak with me, I can’t refuse."

"Then I’m coming with you."

Saparata looked at him, his expression softening. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."

When they arrive in Westhelm, Saparata immediately felt the stares, the whispers, all of it.

Peacekeepers surround him, Turntapp standing tall beside him. They all wore armor. Everyone except Saparata, who wore the garment given to him, marked with the insignia of the Covenant.

There stands Schpood, arms open. "If it isn’t Saparata, welcome to Westhelm!"

"Come in, let’s talk." Schpood says, eyes glancing at the insignia on Saparata’s cloak. "I didn’t know you were part of the Covenant. Lucky you."he whistled, nudging the others' shoulder.

Saparata laughed. It was the first time he’d ever been called lucky. He walked in the room and took a seat at the table, the peacekeepers and Turntapp following close behind. "Saparata, to my knowledge, you are the one responsible for the deaths of those people in Pandora." Schpood says. "It was not me."

"Right." Schpood says, unconvinced, but the angry faces of the peacekeepers make him pause. Turntapp’s grip on his sword tightens, unwavering.

Spyder leans slightly toward Schpood, his gaze sharp but restrained. The subtle tilt of his head speaks volumes: This is not the moment to provoke the Covenant.

Schpood exhales. "Right. Of course. Let’s hear him out." he says, his tone softer now, the authority in his voice tempered by trust in his second.

Saparata swallows hard and begins, explaining everything, how it was Fluixon who planned the attacks, not him. His words are careful, deliberate, each one carrying the weight of truth.

Though Schpood found it hard to believe, he chose to go along. "Well, it seems like we both have gripes with Pandora" he said. He then turned to Saparata and Turntapp, explaining his disputes with the Commonwealth and why he would need Yggdrasil’s support if a war were to break out.

During the meeting, Schpood instructed Spyder to summon the leaders of the four major nations of Yggdrasil, including the Covenant and Westhelm. Though they hesitated to come due to Saparata’s involvement, the leaders eventually agreed after deciding that the meeting would be held in an open space.

Schpood’s goal with this meeting was to convince all the leaders that Pandora is a threat to Yggdrasil.

The meeting brought together multiple guards as well as the leaders of the four nations: Turntapp, leader of the Covenant. Schpood, emperor of Westhelm. Cynikka, queen of Infernos. Benji, leader of Elysium.

As the leaders take their places, Saparata’s eyes scan the room. His gaze lands on Cynikka, the queen of Infernos..

Fluixon’s older sister.

Although Fluixon hasn’t been in contact with her for some time, Saparata knows that if things go wrong, she would do whatever it takes to protect her brother.

His chest tightens for a moment, but he quickly shakes it off. His thoughts are clear. What Fluixon has done was his own choice, Cynikka had no part in it.

With that, Saparata stands, ready to speak. He takes the opportunity to address the corruption on Pandora, sharing his side of the story.

Upon the mention of Fluixon, Cynikka’s eyes widened, a hint of shock crossing her gaze. But it disappeared instantly, leaving her face composed and unreadable.

"One of my right hand men was murdered in cold blood by someone associated with the Commonwealth" Schpood says, referring to one of his assassinators who fled. "It is one of the many injustices I’ve seen from Pandora, and I want justice."

This time, it is Turntapp’s turn to speak. "A few days ago, the Covenant was approached by Luminara regarding a potential trade agreement," he begins. "LegacyAN also spoke to me about Fluixon, the man Saparata claims has killed all the leaders, which I believe." Turntapp glances at Saparata.

Saparata smiles softly, listening.

Turntapp continues "LegacyAN has voiced his concerns about Fluixon, how he ran against the leader of Luminara, how he was demoted from second in command, and how he has been paying people in diamonds to secure votes."

With everything that has been said, everyone was on board with the plan- The plan that if Pandora were to attack them first, all nations of Yggdrasil were to strike back.

All nations agreed.. all except Elysium.

"Um, this is for us a problem.. Elysium is the nation of peace, and I don't think my people would be fond with the idea of going to war." Benji said hesitantly. "The council might not agree."

"Then.. what if I were to plead my case there?" Saparata suggested.

Schpood clapped his hands loudly, drawing the attention of everyone present.

"Then it's settled!" Schpood proclaimed. Despite the charisma in his tone, a flicker of annoyance tightens his features.

Everyone went to Elysium, where Saparata pleaded his case. But it wasn’t going as successfully as they had hoped. The people of Elysium weren’t convinced that the corruption in Pandora was enough of a reason for them to get involved.

With this, Schpood became impatient, slipping out of the meeting when Spyder didn’t notice.

Moments passed, and a group of Westhelm soldiers walked past the building where the meeting was being held.

"What the- Westhelm soldiers? Wait, where’s Schpood?!" exclaimed Spyder.

Schpood had grown tired and impatient. He wanted Knight Arcturus, his assassinator, captured immediately. So, without waiting any longer, he sent a group of soldiers to infiltrate the Commonwealth.

Upon the soldiers arrival, Westhelm succeeded in intimidating the Commonwealth. However, finding Knight Arcturus proved far more difficult.

“We don’t know where he is,” explained Sitzkrieg. “We have neither seen nor heard from him all day." added Zekora, both part of the Commonwealth’s leadership.

Frustrated, Westhelm soldiers drew their weapons, intimidating them enough to flee. The soldiers moved fast, searching every street and alley for any trace of Knight Acturus.

Instead, they discovered a small, abandoned office in Timebomb’s residence. Papers were strewn across the floor, but one document stood out..

A sealed trial verdict with Saparata’s name stamped on it: “Guilty.”

Saparata's trial had clearly been manipulated, a judge was bribed to ensure the outcome. Timebomb was nowhere to be found, but the evidence revealed the truth.

Everyone returned home after Schpood sent his soldiers to the Commonwealth, assuming the meeting had concluded.

Saparata, Turntapp, and the peacekeepers moved through Westhelm, keeping close to Spyder. They sought answers, eager to understand what was happening.

Upon seeing the emperor in Westhelm, Spyder approached him with a mix of exasperation and concern, scolding him for his hasty decision.

"I hear you, Spyder, but you’re going to want to hear this." Schpood said, his gaze shifting to one of his soldiers who had infiltrated the Commonwealth, signaling him forward.

The soldier stepped up and handed over the sealed trial verdict. "This was found in Timebomb’s office." he explained.

"The judge in charge of Saparata’s trial was clearly bribed. Timebomb must have grabbed the diamonds and fled. He’s nowhere to be found, but this proves the trial was manipulated."

The room fell silent, each person lost in their own thoughts. Shock and disgust simmered at the revelation of the Commonwealth’s corruption. Schpood, who had been using Saparata and his story to push for an alliance, now felt a shift in his own judgment. For the first time, he truly considered Saparata’s innocence.

Before anyone could speak, a guard rushed in. “Emperor, the leadership of the Commonwealth requests your presence. They’re at the front right now.” It was sudden, without warning.

“What do they want?” Schpood asked.

“Saparata, in exchange for Knight Arcturus.” the guard replied.

Saparata froze, not knowing how to react.

“Bring them in." Schpood said calmly. The peacekeepers’ faces hardened with anger, Turntapp most of all. He stepped closer to Schpood, tension coiling in his stance.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this." Schpood said, glancing at both Turntapp and Saparata, a faint smile teasing the corner of his lips.

Upon entering, Zekora spoke first. “We can put all of our fighting behind us. I propose a trade. You give me Saparata, and the Commonwealth returns Knight Arcturus.”

“Arty for Saps?” Schpood almost laughed, shaking his head. “So you know where he is?”

For a moment, the room fell silent.

“It’s funny because Sitzkrieg said he didn’t.”

“Look, he comes back every now and then. We’ll find him.” Zekora said hesitantly.

“Is that so?” Schpood asked.

“Why would I lie?”

Schpood almost laughed at the irony. First they host a rigged trial, allow one of his assassinatiors resident in their nation, and now they expected him to trust them?

“Look, Schpood, I have to be honest..” Zekora said, his voice rising. “I am shocked that you are defending this criminal. Either you accept this deal now, or I’ll report to everyone back home that you are harboring Saparata. They’ll declare war, and it will be the end of Westhelm.”

Spyder cringed, sensing how close they had come to enraging Schpood.

Schpood can only scoff, his face scrunched with annoyance. The audacity, Schpood thought.

"You expect me to hand over an innocent man in exchange for a terrorist?” Schpood snapped, his voice laced with anger and disbelief.

Saparata gripped his chest, relief flooding through him. Turntapp stayed by his side, his hand holding Saparata’s firmly.

"He's not innocent." Zekora shot back.

At that, Schpood stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

“Get out.” he said, his voice low and final, leaving no room for argument.

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It had been days since the Commonwealth's visit. With his alliance with Westhelm secured, Saparata felt a spark of hope.. unfamiliar, yet comforting.

But hope is fragile. Like a spark, it disappears.

How long until everything falls apart?

.....

Queen Cynikka of Infernus, along with Benji of Elysium, had been accused of plotting the assassination of Linguini, leader of the Linguini Mafia faction.

Benji later confessed that he and Cynikka had planned the assassination in hopes to end the conflict over Infernus’ divine volcano.

Elysium had always been a nation that valued peace, and Benji carried that weight heavily. But with this act, he had betrayed his own values. Guilt consumed him, overwhelming every thought. In the end, he took his own life, seeking repentance for the peace he could no longer protect.

When Saparata heard this, he couldn't help but compare himself to Benji. His choices and sense of duty reminded Saparata of himself back in Theria. He felt sorrow for the leader who had only meant well.

However, that was only the beginning, Cynikka was now to stand trial.

All of Yggdrasil’s leaders had gathered in the courthouse for the trial of Infernus. With Turntapp present, Saparata stood beside him.

As the trial went on, two civilians from Pandora had slipped into the courthouse. They were from Tricolor and had despised Saparata, believing him responsible for the assassination of Jophiel.

They placed dripstone on the roof, hovering above him, aimed directly at his head. As they dropped it, Turntapp noticed just in time, shoving Saparata out of the way.

In turn, it was Turntapp that paid the price.

Saparata’s mind raced. Blood poured, pooling on the floor. Every second was critical. He tore a strip of cloth from his own clothing, pressing it against the wound to slow the bleeding. From his inventory, he pulled a golden apple and fed it to Turntapp, desperately hoping it would heal him.

"Turntapp, why would you do that!?" His voice cracked as he held him close. The dripstone had only struck his right arm, but the impact had been brutal.

The golden apple had eased some of the pain, but Turntapp remained still, heavy in Saparata’s arms.

Everyone else had fled. Only a handful of peacekeepers remained, aiding Saparata as he fought to save Turntapp. The rest gave chase, cutting down the assassins before they could escape.

"It’s alright, really.. Please, don’t cry." Turntapp whispered, his voice weak.

“Tapp..” Saparata sobbed, clutching him tighter. “Please.. just hold on!” he choked, his voice breaking. But it was no use. Turntapp’s body was going limp, numb under his hands.

“TURNTAPP!”

.....

Simultaneously, within the Cass Coalition, something was stirring.

As the world shifted around them, a new force was awakening.. One that would soon change all of Pandora.

On the same day Westhelm soldiers infiltrated the Commonwealth, a member of the Cass Coalition approached Cass, their leader.

He revealed that he had captured footage of Fluixon near Saparata’s house the day after Jophiel’s death, the same time when Saparata wasn’t home.

He explained that he was a vlogger and had only noticed Fluixon after someone pointed it out on his video.

In the footage, Fluixon was digging for sand, the same material used to build Saparata’s roof.

With this new evidence, combined with proof of the rigged trial, Cass called a meeting of Pandora’s local leaders.

“It’s been Flux all along." Cass announced, realization dawning on everyone as they scanned the evidences.

But it wasn’t as easy as they thought. Fluixon outsmarted them, escaping their grasp. This time, he was the one running away.

“After him!” Cass yelled.

He ran into a cave, multiple soldiers followed behind him. "Now!” he yelled. Part of the floor disappeared beneath the soldiers, revealing a deadly array of stalactites.

Many soldiers died that day.

News had spread all across Pandora.

Shock tore through everyone. The weight of truth settling over them..

Was Saparata telling the truth the entire time? Had this all just been a misunderstanding?

.....

Turntapp woke up, his body aching. Only a few hours had passed, but to him it felt like mere seconds. His head turned towards the window.. the familiar sight of the Covenant confirmed he was back. Glancing to his left, he noticed the figure beside him.

It was Saparata.

Saparata sat on a chair beside him, his face utterly worn. His eyes were damp from crying. His hand clutching Turntapp’s tightly, refusing to let go. Saps had dozed off, leaning his head against the bedframe.

Turntapp’s chest tightened at the sight. He tried to reach for Saps, but every movement sent pain coursing through him. He groaned, the sound immediately waking the other.

Saparata lifted his head, his eyes meeting Turntapp’s. Relief and fear consumed his gaze. “You’re awake" he whispered, voice trembling.

“Hey.." Turntapp said, his throat dry. "How are you feeling?”

"I should be asking you that, idiot.” He smiled, grinning through the tears that had returned to his eyes. Slowly, he loosened his grip on Turntapp’s hand and cupped his face. “I thought I’d lost you." he whispered, his expression heavy with lingering fear.

Turntapp turned his head, pressing his lips gently against the hand that cupped his face, holding Saparata’s touch like a lifeline. “I’m not going anywhere.” he whispered.

Saparata’s face flushed, his pale cheeks burning red. His white complexion only made it obvious. He quickly averted his gaze, trying to mask the flush creeping across his face.

“Thank you.. for saving me.” Saparata whispered softly. He lifted his gaze, meeting Turntapp’s eyes. Turntapp looked at him gently, sensing the guilt in Saparata’s tone.

Saparata didn’t apologize, he knew Turntapp would only get upset. Instead, he leaned forward, tilting Turntapp’s head gently toward him, and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead. Turntapp’s eyes widened, a warm flush spreading across his cheeks as he stared at him, caught off guard.

“My savior.” he murmured, voice thick with emotion.

Straight away, a whistle cut through the room. Turntapp and Saparata both turned towards the sound. Near the door stood the peacekeepers, all smirking.

“Called it." Zynn said, grinning. “When were you two planning to tell us?”

"Ah!.. Zynn!?" Saparata immediately covered his face, heat rising in embarrassment.

“Zynn, that’s enough.” Turntapp commanded.
“How are you feeling, boss?” Davarit asked, stifling a laugh alongside Zynn. The others closed in, surrounding Saparata with playful jabs and teasing smiles, leaving him utterly flustered.

Suddenly, cheering erupted from outside. No one immediately understood why, so Saparata stepped forward, walked to the window, and opened it to see what was happening.

“Saps!"

"There he is!”

“Saparata, you must see this!”

Saparata froze, confusion washing over him.. They were cheering for him?

The people of the Covenant flooded the streets below, their voices filled with excitement. They were holding a poster, one from Daybreak Media. They held posters high, enough for Saparata to see.

He blinked, unable to believe his eyes.

A peacekeeper who had gone outside returned, holding another poster. "It's from Daybreak Media!" he yelled, showcasing the poster. The poster read:

SAPARATA INNOCENT

“The evidence from the Commonwealth, the footage from Cass Coalition, even Flux’s traps.. it all proves it. Everything points to the truth. You’re innocent, Saps.” Davarit said.

Saparata’s eyes welled with tears, his hands flew up to cover his face. Zynn rushed to him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Her eyes shimmered as she whispered softly. “You’re free now, Saps.”

The rest of the peacekeepers cheered, gathering around him.

To Saparata, the Covenant wasn’t just a place for protection. No, not anymore. It had become a place filled with the people he loved and cherished. People who had believed in him when no one else did, who had stood to protect him, who had trusted him with everything. It was home.

Saparata turned his head, eyes locking with Turntapp’s. The world seemed to shrink around them as he rushed to him. Turntapp’s smile was genuine, tender, and entirely for him.

“You did it.” Turntapp said softly.

“No, we did it." Saparata replied, letting the words linger between them. His fingers found Turntapp’s hand, lacing it together. The chorus of surprised murmurs and soft “oh’s” from the peacekeepers went unnoticed.

They were alone in that moment, and nothing else mattered.

.....

However, things wouldn't be as good as they had hoped.

Westhelm knew..

War was coming.

The Commonwealth had fled to Infernus after they had heavily injured Westhelm’s second in command, Spyder.

Anger swept through the empire. Everyone, especially Emperor Schpood.

Spyder had gone to the Commonwealth after they had sent Schpood a message requesting for a meeting. Even though they knew it was a trap, Spyder insisted on going. He claimed that if the Commonwealth were to attack him first, Westhelm and the rest of Yggdrasil would have a reason to fight back without enraging the entirety of Pandora.

Spyder was more than Schpood’s second-in-command. He was his day one, the man who had stayed with him through everything. He was there to help Schpood build Westhelm from the ground up. And somewhere along the way, he’d become the one person Schpood couldn’t imagine facing the world without.

Hours passed, each one heavier than the last. His heart hammered in his chest, panic followed his every step. He kept glancing at his chat window, waiting for Spyder to say something, anything. Each silent minute clawed at him, the fear of seeing his death message lingering at the edge of his thoughts. Spyder was still alive. He had to be.

But even so, Schpood couldn’t hold back any longer, storming to Pandora where the Commonwealth resides. His had lost all his patience.

..Then he saw it.

Two of Spyder’s torn limbs beside a written sign. He didn't bother to read it, he didn't need to. They had already enraged Schpood.

Spyder hadn’t gone down quietly. He had fought with everything he had, alone, against all odds. On the brink of death, Spyder heard the distant shouts of Westhelm’s soldiers calling his name. The sound struck fear into the Commonwealth. Terrified, they fled, abandoning him. They left behind a cruel message for Westhelm written on a sign accompanied by Spyder’s torn limbs, a warning that they shouldn't be messed with.

The last thing Spyder saw was a soldier pointing towards him, followed by a group of medics. Pain flared across his vision, his left eye had been slashed, a low blow from the Commonwealth.

Through the haze of pain, he felt a hand cup his face. It was warm. Schpood’s voice cut through the chaos. Spyder could not make out the words, only the raw worry and panic in his voice.

He had intended to die. I mean, how else would you know he was attacked first unless a death message appeared?

When he was finally brought back to Westhelm, Schpood did not hold back. The emperor’s arms wrapped around him tightly, as if he could never let go, as if he feared losing him again. The embrace was desperate and completely intimate, a silent confession in itself.

Spyder had always denied his feelings towards the other, but now, after seeing the depth of Schpood’s worry and feeling it against his skin, he could not deny it any longer. He wanted to live. He wanted to be near Schpood. And deep down, he was certain the emperor felt the same.

.....

Fluixon was on the run. He had been exposed. With nowhere else to go, he messaged his sister, Cynikka, asking if he could take refuge in her nation. Without hesitation, she agreed, offering him the safety and protection he desperately needed.

But this act of mercy did not go unnoticed. Word spread quickly.

Everyone was furious. He had killed their leaders. Framed an innocent man. Bribed his election with diamonds. There was no question. This man was a danger to all of Pandora, a threat to Yggdrasil itself. And to think he sought refuge in Infernus instead of facing the consequences of his crimes? The people demanded justice.

In response, Schpood summoned all the remaining leaders to the coliseum, declaring war on Infernus.

After all the running, fear, and pain, Saparata finally stood before a crowd, and this time, no one was there to kill him. Schpood had advised Saps to say something, create a speech to hype up the crowd, he says.

Saparata agreed, taking his place at the center, standing tall and confident. Without a moment to waste, he began. "A few days ago my home was turned into a death trap behind my back. As you all may know, I was framed and forced to go through a rigged trial. More than half the people wanted me dead. But today, you all know the truth about who really killed our leaders. Today we walk ahead, we storm the volcano, and we get justice!"

With that, the coliseum roared.

Saparata looked at Turntapp, who stood beside him. “Good job,” he whispered, and somehow, that quiet reassurance steadied Saparata’s racing heart.

Now it was Schpood’s turn to speak.

“Alright, everyone, listen up!” he yelled. “There’s a lot of things to watch out for. There’s going to be lava, boiling water, dripstone traps, their entire army!” He paused briefly, scanning the crowd. “They have the height advantage and netherite armour, but we have numbers. So let’s stick together, and let’s win this thing! Come on!”

The Coliseum erupted. People from different nations rushed out, preparing to invade the volcano where Infernus resides.

Saparata caught sight of Spyder. Despite the missing limbs and scars that ran across his body, he stood tall, confident.. unbroken. A fighter through and through. The way he positioned himself beside the emperor was loyal and unwavering, a steadfast presence even in the face of chaos.

As he finished his speech, Schpood rushed toward his second-in-command. They met each other’s gaze, sharing a quiet understanding that needed no words, a bond forged in pain, loyalty, and unspoken trust.

Saparata averted his eyes, gaze fixed on Infernus, ready to charge. But just as he was about to move, Cass called him.

"Saparata!" she yelled.

"Cass?"

“I’m sorry,” Cass whispered, her voice thick with guilt. “I deeply apologize for everything you went through. I should’ve been more attentive. I.." her words faltered, feeling the wave of regret and guilt.

Saparata shook his head gently, giving her a small, understanding smile. “The odds were against me,” he said softly. “You were only trying to protect your people. You did what you had to do.”

Cass looked at him again, really looked this time, finally seeing the man before her. The kindness in his eyes was genuine and warm. She felt a spark of hope ignite within her chest.

“Let’s take Infernus down." she said, her voice now firm and determined.

Everyone charged, fighting with all their strength. Lava came pouring down, slowing them in their tracks. Traps followed, causing the deaths of multiple people. Gradually, inch by inch, they began to push into Infernus, undeterred by the chaos around them.

One by one, Infernus was losing ground. Sitzkrieg fell first, then followed Cynikka.

Fluixon’s chest tightened. His sister, Cynikka, was gone. He gritted his teeth, rage and grief coiling together. His hands shook, but there was no time to grieve.

They were closing in.

Desperation clawed his mind. He plunged into a pool of lava, attempting to escape. Pain shot through him. He needed to act fast.

He opened his inventory and bit into a golden apple, giving him resistance to fire. Trembling from the heat, he stepped forward, emerging from the lava with every ounce of his strength.

Behind him followed Thomas, the last remaining of Fluixon's men. They both ran, escaping the battle entirely.

Saps fought with fierce precision, each move fast and deliberate. Turntapp stood at his side, matching him blow for blow. Then came the messages, all informing Saps of Fluixon’s escape.

“He’s missing? Hold on..” In a last-ditch effort, Saparata messaged Fluixon, demanding they fight in the coliseum.

> Fluixon: I’ll be there.

"He replied.." Saparata's eyes widened. But before he could move, Turntapp’s hand grabbed his arm, steadying him.

“You don’t have to do this alone. We can fight him together.” Turntapp urged.

Saps shook his head. “I know I’m not alone.. not anymore. But this is my battle. I have to do this, Turntapp. Believe me, I can do this.”

“Then I’ll come with you.” Turntapp said, voice low.

“You always do.” Saps replied, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes.

With that, they moved. Their pace urgent.

When they arrived, Fluixon and Thomas were already there. The peacekeepers followed shortly after, rushing in upon hearing that Saps was set to duel Fluixon in the coliseum. Everyone instinctively understood the unspoken rule: this was a duel, and no one could interfere. They lined the bleachers, holding their breath as the tension in the air thickened, every eye fixed on the arena, waiting for the first move.

Saparata walked to the center, eyes fixed on Fluixon. “You actually showed up..?”

“Can’t say that to a friend, can I?” Fluixon grinned, looking down at him before descending, until he was face-to-face with Saps.

Saps frowned. “Friend? Flux, look around you. All these people are dying right now because of you.”

“Believe what you want, Saps, but none of this would’ve happened if you had just died like you were supposed to.”

Turntapp and the peacekeepers stirred, anger rising in their chests, but Saparata kept his composure.

“I’m sorry that it had to be this way." Fluixon said quietly. Then he lunged.

Saparata moved with precision. Fluixon matched him, their blades blurring, clashing with each other. Every swing was like a piece of their shared past shattering.

The coliseum was tense, there was no telling who was winning.

Then, Saps struck.

His blade pierced through Fluixon’s chest. And for a moment, time stood still.

[Fluixon was killed by Saparata]

Saps pulled his sword free. Fluixon staggered, collapsing forward into Saparata’s arms. Saparata caught him, his knees falling to the ground.

Fluixon may have destroyed everything he loved, but as Saps held him, the battlefield fell silent. There was once a time where they had been inseparable, unable to leave each other's side. In his eyes, Saps no longer saw an enemy, but his best friend. There was never hate in his heart, he just wished it was the same with Fluixon.

Then..

“Saparata!”

Turntapp’s voice cut through the silence.

Saparata looked up. Turntapp was running towards him. He let go of Flux, stood up, and stumbled forward. His knees gave way, exhausted, but Turntapp caught him.

“You did it..” Turntapp said softly, holding him close.

The peacekeepers surrounded them, their cheers echoing through the coliseum. Fluixon's death message reached everyone, concluding the battle of Infernus.

Thomas, who had stood by Fluixon from the beginning, clenched his fists and turned away, disappearing without a word.

Turntapp cupped Saparata’s cheeks, their faces inches apart. Saps tried to speak, but no words came. Overwhelmed, he brought his hands to Turntapp’s. Without thinking, their lips met, hearts pounding against their chest.

The war was finally over. The air seemed lighter.. it was quiet and bruised, yet ready to heal.

Moments later, Schpood and Spyder arrived, breathless from the run.

Schpood’s gaze shifted to the center of the coliseum to where Turntapp and Saparata stood. He exhaled sharply, a faint scoff escaping him. “No wonder he was so keen on protecting Saps, he’s so utterly in love.” he laughed loudly.

When he realized Spyder had gone quiet, he looked at him, finding his gaze fixed on the pair, soft and full of longing. Yearning.

“Yeah..” Spyder murmured, eyes lingering on the two.

Schpood watched him for a long moment. “Yeah..” he said quietly.

Without thinking, Schpood reached out, his fingers brushing against Spyder’s hand. Spyder didn’t pull away. Their hands intertwined, rough from war yet gentle in their touch. Neither spoke, a faint blush rising on both their faces, the quiet between them heavy with unspoken words.

.....

The cheers of the coliseum faded as the sun sank behind the horizon, coloring the sky in different shades of orange. Dust and ash swirled through the air, slowly giving way to reveal the war’s shattered remnants. Broken banners snapped violently in the wind, as swords and shields from fallen soldiers lay scattered across the ground.

The world itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting, as if asking: Is this the end?