Zeidan Bran eyed the heavy metal door with locks before him. He hadn't wanted to involve the Onyx in the war but as bloody as this is getting, it's high time he did. Or maybe keep it in a safe place. A safe place like South Park. But can he trust Styx enough to give him all the Onyx? What if he refused to return it? He touched the knob and thought of how his father had given him access to the room and treasure.

Punching in the passcode, he pushed the door and went in, a blast of green light flashed against his face. He looked around the ancient...