The soldier guided J´zar and his followers through the camp, dodging the tents that appeared in their way with a skill born only from constant practice. They took longer than it would have been normal, as J´zar and the others often had to pull Pinkie Pie out of the tents she would gleefully look inside. What would have commonly took J´zar a few minutes this time lasted over half an hour. He quite bitterly remarked how bothering the delay was, but quickly felt guilty for being so harsh with those who weren't used to reports nor the constrictions of disciplined life. "¿What is happening to me? I generally don't feel awful for my words" he reflected later. But, even with the delays inherent to Pinkie Pie's prescence, they managed to reach the center of the small camp.
However, the time it had taken them to cross the camp also pleased J´zar. The camps of the Order, even the smaller ones, were desgined to make any assailant have to go through multiple layers of tents, each one stocked with warriors, only to reach the very center of the storm, where it could be easily surrounded and terminated.
"A perfect defense" J´zar said to himself "That is if the enemy doesn't simply trample over the tents, of course"
"¿What did you say, dear?" Rarity asked with curiosity.
"Nothing important" J´zar answered, and he suddenly lowered his head and frowned "It will not matter once this is over"
"Speaking of which ¿where are we going to put that?" Twilight reminded him, referring to the silverish orb the shards of Chaos were encased within.
"Where am I going to put that, you mean" J´zar was now being clearly aggressive "But I am not sure if it will be here or in my dimension. I have to speak with Sp´hre"
"¿Why would you leave it here?" Twilight asked. She didn't ask about the other person because it was quite obvious she or he was J´zar's superior.
"Here, it will be away from the hands of men. For some reason, everything my race touches rots within moments" J´zar grimly claimed "But, on the other hand, if we leave it here, it will be less protected"
This time he didn't feel bad about telling them how weak their army looked to J´zar. He hadn't even seen them in battle, but he already knew (or thought, to be precise) they probably fought like paraplegic groundhogs. ¿How could people who trembled at the mere sigth of a dead body be warriors, or even soldiers? He still remembered with hate the dread in the eyes of the Guardsman he had seen in his previous visit to Equestria.
"As you see, the only option is to speak with my superior" J´zar said. They hadn't moved a lot from were the watcher had left them. They were still in the over three hundred feet wide circle which encompassed the main tent. The huge leather structure was at least three times the width of the other tents, and had two times their heigth. Around the circle there were also several other differently shaped tents. Particularly outstanding was the long and narrow one, which was very close to an almost perfectly square tent. And away from them, there was a "T" shaped tent whose entrance was closed by a long rope passed through many eyelets.
"Wait me here" the warrior announced "I will speak with Sp´hre and be back soon"
His previous anger was nonexistant now, and the young ponies wondered how could someone change so swiftly.
"You can go to the Infirmary to wait, if you wish" J´zar pointed his finger towards the "T" shaped tent they had seen a few moments ago "It is over there"
Without waiting for their answer, he headed towards the "control room" of the campsite and entered with confidence.
The tent's "main hall" was also the resting place of the Sixth Brotherhood's Throne. A long black carpet lead from the entrance to the Throne itself, a twelve feet tall armchair made entirley out of black iron and engraved in sigils and ancient litanies, words and symbols too old even for J´zar to remember. But, being sincere, J´zar barely remembered minor details of things other than the last 60 years of history. The books which spoke about the Throne said it had been forged from the wrenched souls of ten thousand slain enemies. A modern analysis, however, revealed that it was just very thick iron with a black coloration. To both sides of the carpet there were other "doors", the one in the left leading to the personal quarters of the Commander and his (in this case, her) office. The right one leaded to a small meeting room. Looking in retrospective, he noticed how similar this throne room was to the one in Equestria.
In the Throne at the far end of the carpet, there sat the Commander. Sp´hre was hunched over the edge of the Throne, holding the handle of her greatsword with one hand and sharpening the vicious edge with the other. The metal made a rasping sound every time it hit the whetstone. There were some words carved in the flat of the blade:
Night, terror of men.
And below those words a set of runes, the meaning of which J´zar didn't knew
"¡J´zar!" the Commander yelled from the Throne "¡It has been a long time since I last saw you! ¡Three weeks, to be accurate!"
"¿Three weeks?" J´zar was just as surprised as her "That is impossible, Commander. Me and my other companions were out for twelve hours at much"
"Your note was quite confusing ¿Exactly who is this Chaos you speak of?" Sp´hre stopped sharpening her weapon, and looked at J´zar, who proceeded to explain who Chaos was, and what were the potential dangers of his presence.
"But I thought you knew" he said when he finished "I thought you had read the ancient stories of our Order"
"I am not a person who looks much into the past, my friend" Sp´hre said "So, ¿you say you have imprisoned Chaos inside that dusty orb I gave you almost two hundred years ago? That obviously plants us a dilemma..."
"¿Where to leave it?"J´zar interrupted her.
"Exactly" Sp´hre then went silent for a few minutes. "I think we should leave it here. We can always come back and ask for it if in need" she finally said.
"I know where we should leave it" J´zar had planned something in those few minutes of silence "The palace in that city. The first time I came here, I went to a palace. There must be a vault there"
"Yes, of course. Not even them would be that stupid" Sp´hre still looked worried "But ¿who will guide us there? We cannot ride a chariot like you did last time"
J´zar thought of Twilight Sparkle and how she had warned the Princess so quickly during his last hours in Equestria, almost a year ago.
"I think I have the right person" J´zar said smiling "Well...she isn't exactly a human"