After Cain finishes writing his letter, there is knocking on his door.

Cain: Who is it?

Cain shouts from across the room while he shoves the letter to one side.

Eamon hides back into the sword.

Shang: It’s me, Deckard. Can I come in?

Cain: Oh, It’s you. Come on in.

Shang: So you are still chatting with Chancellor Eamon?

Shang says after entering and shutting the door.

Eamon: I am no more Chancellor, Shang. I am just old man Eamon.

Eamon says when he pops his head out of the sword after hearing his name.

Eamon: How’s my grandson doing?

Shang: Dead drunk. Bron had to call Nek for help and clean up the mess he left behind.

Eamon: What a disappointment… Can’t he be like his father for once?

Shang: Wounds take time to heal, Eamon. You have to give him time. Not everyone can be a calm-minded diplomat like your son.

Eamon: Time… I am not sure how long I can stay in this world.

Shang: You’re fine as long as the vessel within the sword does not broken and the sword is maintained properly.

Eamon: How… right, I totally forget you are the one who made this sword. From what I see, Horadric magic seems to be better than smithing. Deckard, you should as well taught Haedrig.

Cain: Two students is enough for me. One more and I will be one on the run.

Cain smiles and then three of them have a good laugh.

Shang: So what are you old fellows chatting?

Cain: It’s about Leah.

Shang: About Leah? You confirmed my theory?

Cain: I hate to say it is sadly accurate.

Cain says with a depressed look.

Shang: And what should we do?

Cain: Look for any help we can find. The only person I could think of would be the hero from the Skovos Isles.

Cain says as he moves the letter in front of him.

Shang: But will they be free to help?

Cain: What do you say so?

Shang: You forget how Aidan got his title.

Cain: Title? You mean the Dark Wanderer. No, you don’t mean…

Cain's face turns pale when he recalls.

Shang: Diablo has planned a step ahead of us.

Cain: I knew it!

Cain slams his hand on the letter which is now useless to send out.

Shang: Deckard.

Cain: Yes?

Shang: I have a plan but you will not like it.

Eamon: Don’t mind if I join in.

The ghost speaks.

Shang: No, I don’t mind. Your services are required.

Eamon: Eh?

After a few minutes, Eamon cries out.

Eamon: You must be mad! How can you do that!

Shang: Do we have a choice? That is the only way I could think.

Shang says as he looks at the table where Queen Asylla’s head and body is placed.

Cain is silent while considering Shang’s plan.

He then starts to speak.

Cain: It should be fine. At least you are not following Zoltun Kulle’s footsteps.

Shang: Of course. I still want to live longer.

Before Cain say anything, Eamon speaks.

Eamon: My answer is no.

Cain: But Eamon...

Eamon: There's no way I allowing this.

Eamon says while he tries to turn into his boss mode, Astral Guardian but fails to do so.

Shang: I don't think that will work

Eamon: Eh!? What did you do to me?

Shang: I added a limiter to the vessel in case something like that happens. Looks like it is working fine.

Eamon: You!

Seeing this, Cain heaves a sigh of relief that he does not have to go up against Eamon.

Cain: Old friend… your sacrifice will not be in vain.

Cain looks away while shedding a tear.

Eamon: No… Deckard, how can you do this to me...

Shang: Believe me, it will be over shortly. You will wake up bright and new after I am done.

Shang says as he takes out a yellow paper talisman.

Eamon: That doesn’t sound....wait, are you both listening to me!?

No matter what Eamon says, Cain set up barriers and Shang begins his work.

Haedrig had a good rest that night.