MEANWHILE, SOMEWHERE IN THE CORNERS OF THE EARTH
Two people are standing in a room. One is cloaked, the other is bowed before him.
"What do you mean they escaped?" Cloak guy.
"My master I-" Bowing guy.
"Silence you fool, before I have you sent to the void."
"Yes master."
"Begone!"
The other man left.
"... This does not bode well. I sense another blessed blade. This makes four. Well, technically five, considering that pest xxxx has two. No matter! There is still one more and it is still in my possesion! However, if that slimed fool gets ahold of Zirien as the prophesy fortells, then together, the five of them may be able to slay me. Hmm... I wonder how that magic wielding fool got ahold of the fourth blessed blade anyhow. I shall know in due time. For now... Ja'rian!"
A woman in a cloak walks in. "Yes master?"
"Find the survivors. You are to crush them like the roaches they are."
"Yes master." she disappeared without another word.