"I'VE GOT IT!" Grissom Montag yelled, as he materialized a few feet near Hero and Wolfe, holding something covered in old rags.

Wolfe's eyes widened as he recognized the shape of the thing Montag was holding. Taking advantage of Hero's temporary distraction, Wolfe took another small explosive from his trouser pocket and pressed it against the ground. The resulting small quake took everyone by surprise except him, including Montag, who fell to the ground and dropped the object he'd just retrieved.

Wolfe ran towards Grissom and the object, and kicked the thing to send it as far as he could. Five burning clones were now taking Hero's full attention, leaving Wolfe free to have his way with Montag.

Wolfe stepped on Montag's chest before the brit could stand up, and looked down at him. "We meet again, Mr. Montag."

"Oh, fuck you, you cunt," Grissom replied.

"I guess this means my brother finally figured it out... Too bad your incomptence costed him his only chance to stop me."

Grissom closed his eyes took a deep breath in.

"What are you doing?" Wolfe asked.

Grissom started gritting his teeth, as he pressed his eyes shut.

Wolfe started laughing. "What kind of sorry display is this? What do you hope to--" Wolfe felt weird. He didn't know what it was, but... something was off. Then he looked down and realised there was an ancient sword partially covered in old rags coming out of his chest. "You-- You can't-- It was--"

“Never fuck with a Montag,” the former thief whispered in a vicious voice only heard before by a select few.

Spitting blood and hopelessly trying to pull the peculiar sword off his chest, Wolfe stumbled around, clearly weakened. He fell on his knees and, as the burning clones fighting with the Vanguardians quickly turned into ashes, the same thing started slowly happening to him.

Link stood in front of his defeated brother. "I remember you now. I remember how this started."

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“I don’t need my mental abilities to destroy you...” Agent ß said to the shocked Rogues, “I am a Mandelovian Agent! I can turn every one of you into dust with my bare hands!”

At that moment, Nigel Montag, standing behind ß, drew his sword and jumped to attack the Agent. Worm, Mr. Grimm and Mr. Chamberlain did the same thing, the lad from the left and the two men from the right.
Agent ß sent a mental wave to his right, pushing Grimm and Chamberlain outside the pillar and down to Hell itself. He then turned back and grabbed Montag’s arm, pressing it with uncanny strength, making the pirate drop the sword he was holding. Before it could reach the ground, ß made the sword fly to his left, reaching Worm and slicing the boy’s left hand.

“All right, I lied,” Agent ß said, holding Montag’s sword with one hand and Montag himself with the other, twisting the pirate’s arm and forcing him to stay on his knees.

Worm screamed in pain as he watched his hand fall down to Hell’s flames. He was used to pain, but never like this. Not only was the wound more serious than any other wound inflicted to him in his short life, but the blade that made it, Montag’s sword, was unlike any other blade the Worm had ever felt.

Normally, Nigel Montag would be working on freeing himself from Agent ß’s grasp. Instead, he just stared at Worm with wide open eyes.



"Our memories are the same up to a certain point, you know..." Wolfe weakly said, life quickly fading away from his self. "Then it all went to Hell for me... literally. Meanwhile, you were living our dream, and I was suffering because of it. Your decision to be an adventurer, to join the Rogues... it condemned me. Every day I spent down there... what kept me alive was the promise I made to myself to destroy you once I got out. To make you go through the same Hell I went through. To make you feel what I felt."

Link shook his head. "Before you go, I want you to know you were wrong about two things," he said. "First, you took the legend too literally... The heirs of the Rogues aren't actually their genetic descent... The heirs to their legacy are the people right here, not the ones you killed. If whoever hired you expected to prevent the Mandelovian legend from coming to be, then you've failed miserable, because now we're stronger than ever. Second... I'm sorry about what happened to you back then... But with what you've done since, you deserve that and more."

Wolfe didn't reply. He didn't even seem to be understanding what Link said, if he could even listen to anything at this point. "Hell was..." he said to no one in particular, absentmindedly looking down, "It was horrible."

"Well, too bad," Link said, kicking Wolfe in the face and making his whole head crumble in ashes, "you're going back there."