Frost Spirit squawked as he was thunked upside the head by Swordmaster. He had gotten back to base before sunrise and had rushed Eclipse Scout to the medical ward where medics were ready to rush him to the back to hook him up with IVs and get him the proper help he needed.

      Right now Frost Spirit was getting scolded for doing more than what was asked of him and almost getting himself killed. Honestly, he deserves it.

      "Stupid bird! I don't care if they needed help, getting yourself almost killed was not the objective!" Swordmaster scolded, making Frost Spirit shrink. All Frost Spirit could do was take the harsh thrashing.

      Void Reaver would be smug and tell Swordmaster that he told him so, but that was a death sentence in its own way, so the titan decided against such mockery to save his own skin. A lot of the titans didn't dare to speak up, even Raider sat on his hands to avoid anything.

      "That Umbra titan could be sending an army right now for what you did!" Swordmaster roared. Then his head snapped to Sinister, who decided to butt into the conversation.

      "I doubt prissy pants would care about one of her goons being attacked," Sinister spoke up, spinning his sledgehammer on its head. Swordmaster snarled at him and wagged his finger at him, "What makes you so sure? Remember, boy, I have many years of war under my belt compared to you!"

      Sinister shrugged and lifted the hammer over his shoulder, "I used to be a tyrant too. Still sort of am! I lose goons every day! Besides, if they die that easily, then they weren't very useful! Nothing to waste my energy over."

      Void Reaver was surprised. Sinister was always an idiot, everyone thought it, but the pumpkin titan had some good thinking on him. Void Reaver began to think, maybe he should cut him some slack more often.

      Swordmaster seemed to listen to Sinister, but he wasn't going to admit it. "That hostage. Was it one of the ones Commander talked about?" Swordmaster turned and asked Frost Spirit.

      The ice titan nodded, "Yes, but there was two of them. I was unable to retrieve the second one, but they were both in poor condition." Swordmaster cursed under his breath. This was so confusing, what was this titan wanting with these unique towers? Whatever it was, it wasn't good.

      "Get cleaned and go rest. You are exhausted. You can report the rest of your findings to Commander later," a softer side of Swordmaster came out as he instructed Frost Spirit. Frost Spirit was more than happy to go do that, the battle having exhausted him.

      The others dismissed themselves, their day just starting. The whole camp was up bright early with the early morning scare, so Commander found it best they start preparing for the upcoming war. That meant getting all the trucks filled with supplies, getting equipment ready, and finishing up strategies.

      Swordmaster had a lot on his plate, but right now he needed to figure out why Umbra would kidnap these specific towers. Perhaps the head medic may help him?

      As he was about to walk, a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. Void Reaver had stopped him, a worried look at his face. "There is a lot going on, especially for you. You are taking on too many responsibilities while being exhausted. You need to ease up," Void Reaver told him.

      Swordmaster at first scoffed, but then eased up. He wasn't wrong, Swordmaster has burdened himself with many responsibilities. Perhaps he could pawn an important one off on Void Reaver?

      "I admit, you are right. However, I need to know what is so special about these hostage towers to the Umbra," Swordmaster spoke, Void Reaver nodding in agreement. "However, I need you to go to the tower graveyard where the boy was buried. It is important, very important. The time is growing near..." Swordmaster whispered it to Void Reaver, not wanting anyone else to hear.

      Void Reaver gave a silent nod and instantly began his journey to the graveyard per Swordmaster's request. It was almost time for war, which just so happened to fall on the day in which it should be rising. It was dangerous for the current titans to be out alone, but the poor thing would be easy pickings if left unattended. Not to mention that other towers might get to it before them.

      Swordmaster had trust in Void Reaver to make sure everything was going okay. For now, he had a tower to talk to.

      Medic yawned as she stepped into the breakroom and snagged the coffee pot. Luckily, it still had hot coffee in it. Pouring it in her mug, Medic put her little bit of creamer and heart stopping amount of sugar in their before stirring it and slurping some up. Medic sighed in relief as she felt her spirits be lifted.

      It has been an early and long morning. Frost Spirit had came barging in like the camp was on fire at the crack of dawn with a tower close to death. The medics were able to stabilize him and get him to rest, but the tower would need quite a bit of rest until he could get up on his own.

      Medic learned that his name was Eclipse Scout, he was one of the hostages Commander had talked about. Frost Spirit didn't have much information about him, but Medic could safely assume that this must be one of the brothers.

      Right now he was resting with IVs and monitors strapped to him. The poor kid was dehydrated and starved. He should be feeling better in no time.

      That didn't stop Commander from ordering the medics to start getting their supplies sorted and readied for the upcoming ride to battle. The medics had to get out the battlefield equipment and get that ready. Then they to sort and box certain medical supplies such as medicines and bandages. Don't get her started on choosing which medics had to stay here and which ones would come with her.

      Being head medic meant that she was in charge of seeing, and even doing, all of that. Sometimes she wished she was still a nurse at the god forsaken clinic she used to work at before here. On second thought, these guys were as bad as the constant pool of smelly elderly people coming in.

      As Medic enjoyed her coffee, Bunny Medic's voice spoke through the intercom. "Head Medic is needed at the front desk, Head Medic at the frost desk," her voice shyly spoke through the speakers, her voice a bit crackily due to the system. Medic sighed and walked out with coffee in hand to the front desk.

      Medic assumed it was someone here to bug her with questions or supply runners here to have her look over supplies that have came in and to ask her where she wanted them to go. Never in her wildest dreams did she think it would be this specific titan.

      Swordmaster was waiting for Medic patiently at the front desk. Warden was eyeing the titan very carefully, making sure they didn't have another Frost Spirit incident.

      Bunny Medic was on her earpiece, chatting with someone about what supplies needed to go where and what trucks they were to go to, so she didn't do her usual greeting with Medic. Medic looked up at the titan, who perked up when he saw her.

      "Just the tower I wanted to see. How is the hostage tower doing?" Swordmaster asked. Medic felt all tingly at hearing that. She was always so obsessed with these grand beasts. "Eclipse Scout? He's stable, but he's asleep. He won't be awake for a while, so maybe you could try-"

      Medic was cut off as Swordmaster raised his hand and shook his head, "I do not wish to talk to him. I wish to talk to you. The Umbra has kidnapped those towers for a reason, I assume you know something about them. With all due respect, you are quite the knowledgeable tower."

      The way the neurons in Medic's brain exploded made her almost squeal. The Swodmaster thinks she's the smartest tower here! That was incredible! She wasn't going to pass up a opportunity like this.

      "That is so very kind of you! I'm sure we can find something on my computer, follow me!" Medic had Swordmaster follow her through the medical ward. The medics never stopped to stare and oogle at Swordmaster, all of them too busy with their own jobs to care about the grand visitor.

      Even Valentines Medic, or known as Val, wasn't paying any mind to it. She was taking supply count with Cyber Medic, who would lift up the heavy boxes onto the table and open it for Val to take count of what was inside.

      Swordmaster hummed at the work ethic, "You are quite the busy bunch of ladies today, are you?" Medic couldn't help but flush, "Us girls are what keeps this camp alive! Literally, I'm not joking." The bit of humor made the titan chuckle, "I wouldn't doubt it."

      "I assume you are in charge here based on how the rabbit doctor called you?" Swordmaster inquired. "Yep, that's me. However, this camp likes to see me as a second Commander most of the time. I always have towers coming up to me like I'm their mom, asking me the most dumbest of questions!"

      "I understand you for I too have my fellow titans come up to me and ask many stupid queries," Swordmaster mused. Medic couldn't help but snort, "Yeah? Tell me one that they asked."

      Swordmaster thought for a moment before thinking of one, "I was once asked if I had choose between being really dumb or be made of butter, which one would I pick." Medic snorted, "Who asked that one?"

      At first, Swordmaster was silent. Medic assumed he was trying to think about who said it, so she didn't bug him. She stopped when she noticed the titan slowing down. Something seemednto be in his mind.

      "Gravedigger asked it..." Swordmaster murmured out. "I told him he was both of those things... the way he got so mad still makes me smile..." his voice was low, almost as if he unlocked a bittersweet memory. Medic felt terrible, did she make the titan feel bad?

      Swordmaster quickly shook out of it. "I apologise, a lot has been happening. Now, how about we talk about those eclipse towers that Commander has told us about." Medic nodded and decided not to push her luck by bugging Swordmaster about what just happened.

      "They are called dreamwalkers, very ancient people that could communicate with people in their dreams. However, these people were... less than good," Medic cringed. "They have a long history of manipulating people while in their dreams, causing mass destruction. That's why around twenty years ago, the remaining villages were burned to the ground... the dreamwalker towers with it."

      Swordmaster winced, who knew towers were so cruel to the point they would burn a group of people alive. "However, it seems a group of them have survived and it seems they aren't wanting to use their gifts for evil," Medic theorized. Swordmaster grunted, "They may not be using it for evil, but it seems that the Umbra is planning on that."

      Medic nodded to it. This all did seem very strange, what would this titan want from them? It could be anything, but one thing was for certain. Whatever it was, it wasn't for good. Perhaps they could learn more about it through research.

      Medic opened up her office door and cringed, the place was a bit of a mess. Swordmaster didn't comment on it as he crouched down to enter. Instead, he stared around at the posters and degrees hanging up.

      Going to her laptop, Medic booted it up and opened up a fresh tab to search up articles about the dreamwalkers. Medic had to be careful, there was a lot of fictional articles, not to mention click bait. However, everything she did find was just fiction! The species of dreamwalkers has been buried and turned to nothing but storytales.

      She couldn't even find the original article about them being burned to death either, the article seemingly deleted from the web. It's like someone didn't want anyone to find out about them.

      All the had right now was the basic knowledge Medic had and the other source was doped up on medicine. They wouldn't be getting anything for quite a while.

      "It is okay, we will wait for the tower to feel better, we still have time left," Swordmaster consoled her. Medic sighed, "Two days isn't a lot of time..."

      Then, from it's charging port on the desk, her walkie-talkie crackled and Commander spoke through it. "Medic? You there? Over." Medic groaned and picked it up, "Here, over."

      "Is Swordmaster with you?" Commander asked. Medic raised an eyebrow, but answered back, "Yeah, he's standing right next to me. Why?" That's when a different voice came onto the line.

      "Swordmaster," Void Reaver spoke through it. Swordmaster was confused, why was Void Reaver using Commander's communication device? Medic handed over her device and let him use it to talk to the other titan on the line, "Void Reaver?"

      Void Reaver's voice came through, "He is gone." Swordmaster scratched his head and asked back, "Who's gone?" Did one of the other titans get out? Oh Creator, he began to hope nothing bad happened to any of them.

      "No. The new gravekeeper. He's gone. He emerged earlier than what we expected," Void Reaver's voice was filled with worry and stress. Medic stared at the radio wide eyed, then quickly looked up at Swordmaster who looked like he was about to explode.

      "He WHAT!?"