The young warrior sat up in his bed suddenly. He was breathing hard and looked around nervously. His body had been coated in a thin layer of frozen sweat. This had occurred to the point that the ice had begun to be pushed up for the next layer to form. Still, his awakening that night wasn't anything special... but his dream had been.

Flames... great, roaring flames that turned everything they touched to ash. A roaring inferno of red and blue and, to the ice mage's surprise, black flames. Although the fire itself wasn't threatening seeming in nature, what it did was terrible. The Sorcerer of Blades watched in shock and terror as everything the flames touched was turned into cinder and ash. Lush fields quickly became barren wastelands... mountains covered in snow became little more than volcanic cones...

The Replicator calmed himself a little bit and slid his legs off the bed. He moved over to a nearby window and began to stare out into the distance. Silence gripped him as he continued to consider the dream he had just had. If Z had been there, he would have called it a premonition... if Monroe had been there, he would have called it Collective Consciousness; but that didn't answer what Zachary saw any better.

However, slowly it came back to him. What it was he had seen that had offset his mind so much. That small detail hadn't been important until the past few moments passed, but it struck him like a ton of bricks at that point. The sword. That sword. The short, red haired man... the one Zachary had fought, was there... and he held firmly in his grasp the Hellfire Blade.

At that moment, Zachary suspended any disbelief in supernatural psychic powers or other anomalies that could occur in the human mind and chocked it up to a warning of sorts. "I have to locate that sword..." Zachary said. "I have to finish it... without Z here... I'm the only one who can," the ice mage told himself as he looked at the full moon. "Still... I need to tell Arietta and prepare myself... so I'll leave tomorrow."