~ Some time ago ~
The Cabal was back at the secret lair on the island south of the Western Continent. Zeldrys' wounds from defending against Relm's Oblivion Blast had almost healed completely. He was, however, with no armor. So, he was about to go find a new set of armor.
Demona: Where are you going, Zeldrys?
Zeldrys: I must get new armor. Mine was destroyed back then when we fought against Relm.
Demona: If it's armor you need, I can help you with that. I'd rather you stay here. We never know when we'll need to get into a fight. And you're definitely worth having around in a fight…
Zeldrys: I need you to concentrate on finding the master... there's no time for...
Demona: It will only take a second…
