Most probably the last chapter of this part.

A.N. – This isn't what I had hoped for, but it'll still make you think about…everything.

Zenak was in pain.

The Six screeched into his ears, " MASK!!!!! Answer me! Where is the base of your troops?!?!! "

An arrow from the quiver of a bodyguard was given to Zenak's torturer. The old Sonijian drove the arrow slowly into Zenak's exposed chest.

"Do you need help?!?" The enraged male yelled. "Maybe this will convince you to reveal your secret! "

And Zenak screamed.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The tortured scream of his best friend reached Li-shon's ear.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And with that, the last remaining neurons of sanity left Li-shon and he snapped.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

With a war cry as fierce was the ones shouted by his primitive ancestors, he leapt to the cage bars and battered them with his bare fist. Amazingly, the iron fell onto the floor, but Li-shon failed to notice in his mad wild warpath towards Zenak. He had taken down the guards before they had time to loose a single arrow. Doing something that was only possible to do if you thought you could do it. Thinking something that you only thought when you were out of your mind.

But his own hidden terror had its advantages.

His bloodwrath led him to the room where Zenak had been tortured.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he walked saggingly into the chamber. Casually, but with the air of an untouchable person, he strutted up to a guard. The arrows and quiver were soon separated from the sentry, and with only one other guard in the chamber and Li-shon holding the only other weapons, they were at a stalemate.

Li-shon found Zenak behind a large chair, his body crumpled on the floor.

Slowly, Li-shon, the battle scared warrior, knelt behind his friend.

An archer raised his bow… and then lowered it, watching the moment with interest and curiosity.

Zenak's pulse was faint, and Li-shon whispered it his ear," Hey Zenak, " He sobbed, " remember… remember when I first came and I asked if the Masks were terrorists and you said…" Li-shon choked and remembered that day, long ago… " No, that we had never taken a life? Well, Zenak…

I just did. So what does that make me? "

Zenak died then; never able to answer the question that would burn inside Li-shon for the rest of his life.

Stony-faced he turned to The Six and boomed, " Open all Z-net links! " When the consul hesitated… 'Now!"

The communication screen came on, and he opened a live channel.

"To the citizens of Sonij…

The Six has been defeated.

The tyranny has been overthrown.

You have been oblivious, living in a sheltered but corrupt society.

And so I say to you now…

Citizens of Sonij…

You are free. "

The old counsel member died of shock and old age in the back of the room as Li-shon, neither triumphant nor remorseful, turned and walked out of the room, out of the building, out of society, out of life, forever.

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