Scrubble had finally arrived in Aestas. Scrubble had told Scrubble that bad things were going down and it was up to Scrubble to stop it. However, Scrubble had no interest in this shanty town for the true battle lay ahead. In the looming city in the distance, Scrubble could feel the dark magic coming from it. Not to mention the intense stench of death that came whenever the wind blew from that direction. Many had gathered here to listen to the goddess Angela to hear about the situation. Scrubble did not have time to deal with lesser gods though and blitzed right through the collection of shacks. After all who cared what it was that was happening in that city or who was causing it. Scrubble was gonna show up and show it the true power of Scrubble. After all, that's what made Scrubble the mightiest warrior of Scrubble.

Scrubble charged forth into the desert running towards the city with the holy blade of Scrubble drawn. Soon after Scrubble began charging it became obvious that this city was not as close as Scrubble believed it to be. So instead Scrubble stopped charging and began merely walking with the fury of the great and powerful Scrubble. However soon after Scrubble was accosted by a group of undead. These foolish walking corpses were not prepared for the raw unadulterated power that Scrubble had at Scrubbles command. However, while Scrubble was considering this raw unadulterated power the undead fiends attacked Scrubble. This was annoying as it caused Scrubble to lose the train of thought about the raw unadulterated power.

The actual damage to Scrubble was basically nonexistent. As the undead were so far from the source of power that they were quite weak. Scrubble once again drew the most holy blade of Scrubble and began swinging at the undead. Fighting undead was perfect for Scrubble as they had no brain which meant it all of Scrubbles lets just call it tactical genius worked perfectly on them. So Scrubble after a fair bit of stabbing and slicing and an excessively large amount of shouting and screeching had disposed of the undead. Not happy with just killing them Scrubble took all of their heads and tied them to Scrubbles belt. Scrubble would use these to strike fear into the heart of the undead and let them know Scrubble! Was! Coming!