It had been a few months since Zarth and his beloved wife had that spar. It was a grueling battle and both of them left battered and bruised, but it came at a terrible price. The angle's demonic beast transformation emerged during their spar nearly killing his wife Whisper. Leaving the king in disarray and sadden with the thought of him nearly taking her life. He couldn't bare to see her hurt, but he had to care for her in her time of need, nursing her back to health.

Zarth was sitting upon his throne with thoughts plaguing his mind. He had to gather herbs and medicine to help her fight through her injuries. Yes he had magical powers, but this king of injure he caused her wouldn't work with magical abilities. He had to travel his lands of Necrosis Chaos and beyond to get the necessary medicine he needed. Slowly he rose from his throne scanning the throne room as he speaks out in a deep demonic voice. "SERVANTS! I acquire your presence immediately." He demanded. Numerous of foot steps could be heard running down the halls to see their king. Suddenly the throne room was swarmed with servants as all kneels down bowing before him. Zarth steps down from his throne scanning the room once more seeing everyone was in attendance and paces back and forth. "As you all know. My wife, your queen is ill and I am in need of herbs from within the Forest of Confusion. However. It is a powerful land that messes with your senses. If my sources are correct. Small particles enters the nasal cavity giving the traveler a hallucination of one's most heart desire trapping them within that forest for eternity. I do not know if I'll make it out." He sighs stopping and looks down closing his eyes. "If thats the case and I don't make it back. Your top priority is to nurse your queen back to good health. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!?" He demanded and looks over at the servants with his soulless black with red pupil hues. "Yes your Majesty" They said keeping their heads bowed before him. "Very well. Then I shall take my leave and looks for these mysterious herbs. You all are dismissed."

After making his announcement. Zarth turns his back to the servants as they rosed to their feet leaving the throne room to carry out their duties. This was not going to be easy for the king, but he had no choice and he wanted to do this for his beloved wife. He was truly afraid of losing her. Rising his right hand, he snaps his fingers causing a rift to tear into the mortal world that lead to the entrance of the Forest of Confusion. Staring into that rift collecting his thoughts. Zarth steps in closing the rift behind him and emerges at the entrance. Taking a deep breath he begins to make his way into the forest suddenly feeling his body become heavy. His mind began to boggle and throwing him in disarray, but he kept fighting on. However. His heart's most desire was that of his wife's coming back to, but it did not happen for some reason, but that of a strange male's voice echoed out to him. In a calm yet eerie tone. "Hmhmhm. So fallen angel. You have arrived in my humble forest. I would welcome you with open arms, but I have no interests in helping someone I dislike. Enjoy your stay here. For you will never leave again. Hmhmhmhm." Suddenly the a black shadowy mass shot out from the heart of the forest blotting out the sun and engulfing the forest in darkness. This was the beginning of his trial or his doom.