Hope you all enjoyed the new year celebrations. I know I did, since I didn't do any work on this story for a good two weeks. Whoops.

Thank you to all those who have given their reviews. Not just for each chapter but for this story as a whole. It's been a pleasure to entertain you with what has become a large part of my life over the last few years. There's not much time left, so I plan to make the most of it.

Chapter 86: Breach

Storm clouds rolled in from the far north. The wind was damp and sweet. The gloomy sky shrouded the sun from view. Thunder rumbled past one end of the city. The boots of ten thousand soldiers and cavalry echoed from the other.

Horns blew from atop the walls. Bokoblins of varying colours screeched and howled as they lined up across the battlements with bows. Kargaroks circled overhead. Anyone familiar with the creatures would notice that hundreds wouldn't gather naturally in one hunting ground. These beasts were trained.

The allied tribes made their approach. At one hundred metres, their own horns cried out. Several dozen riders broke forth, predominately gerudo. Their horses braved the arrows flying towards them. Each rider raised their bow. Almost to the walls, they fired at the bokoblins. Dozens were felled with expert accuracy.

Before the survivors could rally themselves again, the horses turned around. A second wave of archers took their places, drawing their arrows early as the kargaroks began to swoop. More monsters were shot down, but riders were also struck from their saddles.

The riders continued alternating their attacks. Their mobility compensated against the enemy's stronger position. Minute by minute, the rest of the tribes marched closer. Archers on the ground defended their comrades from above. Soldiers raised shields over their heads. Few arrows breached the shell of wood and iron. Those struck by the enemy were hauled back with sharpened stone heads buried in their legs or hips.

Twilit General Oman Kospelle watched the proceedings with grim calculation. Already, the enemy was taking heavy casualties while their own loses were far fewer. However, these were but the first line of defence. Countless more awaited them inside the city. Kospelle's thoughts wandered to Queen Midna and how courageous she had been to reclaim Palace City with a mere fifty troops.

Studying the remaining distance, he then pulled the oocca communicator from his pocket. A silver disk with small buttons protruding along its rim, most people would easily mistake it for a gentleman's watch. Kospelle pressed down on one of the buttons and brought the device to his lips. A green light shone from within a tiny glass dome.

"Breach Unit One," he spoke, "begin short-range warp bypass. Breach Unit Two, seize control of the gate and open the way for us."

"Understood, General," a voice answered through the pinprick holes in the device's face. "Commencing warp bypass now."

Kospelle then pressed another button. The channel switched to the command level's private frequency. "The first stage is proceeding as planned."

"Good," Auru's voice replied. "Nabooru has ordered all range units to engage the garrison. Let us know if there are any changes on your end."

"If luck favours us, those changes will be good news," Kospelle said, ending the call.

Thousands of years… For thousands of years, the twili had toiled in exile from the world of light. Now Kospelle found himself standing under the sun's light, leading part of an army – an army consisting of races he had never known existed – to take back the capital of a nation that wasn't his. This combined military force was unlike anything Kospelle could have imagined. All of this was further empowered by baffling little machines that transformed the very nature of warfare at a fundamental level. An army of this size, spread out across a vast area, coordinated collectively within mere moments. The awe seemed greater than the battle, itself.

"What a time to be alive," he murmured to himself. "This is the start of a new age."

Soon after, the communicator came alive again. Kospelle answered the message and conveyed new orders. Then switching the channels again, he thought of who would be listening to his next words. For the first time in his life, Kospelle prayed to the goddesses.

"This is General Kospelle calling. Breach Units have successfully taken control of the southern gate."

"Understood," Auru responded. "Reinforcements will be deployed immediately. Breach Unit Three, what is your status?"

Midna pressed the button on her communicator. "Breach Unit Three is in position," she declared. "We're awaiting our signal."

"Sit tight until further notice. Once the enemy sends support to their front lines, you'll be advised."

"Understood, General Vaxis." Midna put the communicator away and turned to her squad mates.

They were eight in total; the majority split evenly between twili and Sheikah soldiers. Tucked away at the amphitheatre overlooking Lake Hylia, they waited out of sight of the town. Link leaned against one stone wall. His foot tapped against the slabs.

There was no talk as they waited. That in itself spoke volumes about how tense everyone was feeling. Midna ran through the plan in her head. Actions; routes; alternatives; distances; and risks. She played scenarios out over and over. Studying their map offered no new insights. The only value gained was to keep her mind occupied. In the distance, war horns continued to bellow.

Her heart skipped a beat when the communicator blared to life. "This is the Levias," Senator Bowauk's voice spoke. "The bulk of the enemy's visible forces are moving southward. I repeat; the enemy is moving southward."

"Breach Unit Three, responding," Midna said into the device. "How does it look from the eastern side?"

The airship's engines whined throughout the delay. "Twenty percent of hostiles on the east side are relocating; and counting."

Auru then called to ask the oocca about the castle. For now, there was no change in activity around the barrier. Chatter over the following few minutes didn't concern Midna greatly. Her attention rose when the Levias gave an update on the enemy's movements. Forty percent of their forces were now engaging the Allied Tribes.

"Breach Unit Three," Auru ordered, "commence Attack Plan: Titan."

"We hear you. We're beginning infiltration now." Midna cut the line and turned to one of the twili. "Alright, Yuit. Time for you to move out."

Yuit, broad-shouldered and silver-haired, gave her his salute. He then climbed over the amphitheatre's outer wall, dropping over the cliff. Watching after him, Midna lamented on the burden she had placed upon the man. Her impulse was to take it upon herself. However, Yuit possessed the unique set of skills required for this task. Not even Midna could pull it off and expect to tear down the barrier as well.

Then she turned to the twili clad in the armour of the royal guard. "Pame, would you warp us to the gate." The woman nodded and cast her magic across the party. Everything went dark for a moment before a broad drawbridge appeared beside them.

Bokoblins on the battlements were quick to notice. They were quicker to panic. As a score of the monsters fumbled for their arrows, Link and the Sheikah had drawn their own. Midna and the two remaining twili shielded them with spells. They opened small holes in their barrier, just enough for their archers to shoot through. Those holes closed again before the enemy could return fire.

As the monsters gathered atop the walls, Link and the Sheikah changed their tactics. Each of them ignited a bomb arrow, launching into the heart of the mob. Fire and noise tore flesh and stone apart. Bokoblins flew to the ground and surrounding ravine.

When the smoke cleared, more monsters arrived. Lizalfos with bows joined the fray. Link shot one down, drawing another arrow at the next. Dozens of responding shafts rained upon the bridge. They whittled away at the twili's shield. A couple managed to slip through the holes Midna made.

Finally, Yuit appeared behind them. Midna called for the barrier to be sealed completely while Link and the Sheikah lowered their bows. Darkness consumed them again. This time they warped into the inside of a dusty house. The sudden calm was almost disorienting.

"Good work, Yuit," Midna praised as the man sealed the portal he'd made behind them. "Where are we now, exactly?"

Yuit unrolled a map and pointed a few blocks from the eastern gate. Midna quickly contacted Auru to report their progress. He advised that the army had taken hold of their first district. Their exchange ended soon after and Midna switched off the communicator as Pame handed out new arrows to the others.

Midna had drawn several markers on the map the previous evening. She unrolled another beside it; one outlining the city's sewer system. The markers aligned with the locations of entry points. The closest marker appeared to be in an alley two blocks away.

They waited ten minutes to make certain the enemy forces thought nothing was amiss. After that hit-and-run attack, there was a risk that monsters were now patrolling the area in case of another. In the time that passed, however, there was scarce movement outside the house. Link opened the front door and listened carefully. He beckoned that the street was clear.

The hairs on Midna's neck stood on end. They hurried down the road, keeping close to the buildings. Each second she wondered if a kargorok would fly overhead, or some other creature would step out and spot them. Link stopped before they reached the corner. Everyone ducked behind whatever cover was available and readied their bows and staffs

A pack of bulblins rode across the crossroad. Their bulbos stormed through so swiftly that none of them noticed the intruders crouching just twenty metres away. Midna waited for Link's signal before they continued. The next street was more open. There was a greater chance that more enemies would pass through to join the battle. Their unit dashed the rest of the way until they arrived at the alley. A group of chu chus rolled around a manhole; hardly a threat against swords and magic.

As Yuit opened the manhole, the stench of mould and stagnant water billowed out. Midna's nose rankled and she turned to Link with concern. "Are you going to be alright in there?"

A mere whiff soured his face. He nodded bravely. "It's nothing I can't live through."

"Does this remind you of how we met?" Midna asked with a crooked grin.

"That's how I'll know I'll survive this. You'd think we'd have had enough of wading through sewer tunnels."

"Apparently not. It's the easiest way to get closer to the castle, though.

"Your Majesty," Pame interrupted, clinging to the ladder beneath the pavement, "we need to keep moving."

Everyone else was already down below. Link dragged the manhole back into place as he climbed down last. The tunnels were quiet in contrast. Confident that they were safe for the time being, Midna examined the underground map again under torchlight. Once she had their bearings, Midna led her squad mates northward.

Not a sound could be heard from the fighting above. As they went further through the tunnels, communication with the outside world would grow more unreliable until all contact became impossible. From here on out, they were on their own.

It was common for young people to idolise war. Many were drawn to prospects of glory, honour, or even wealth. Some less virtuous souls instead sought the thrill of violence and killing as their motivation. There were many reasons to bear one's sword for. Admittedly, Rusl had once felt a sense of pride in fighting for his king and country. That was long ago, though. Experience was a harsh tutor. Now Rusl surveyed the roaring sea of blood and steel around him with fire in his veins and a deepening pit in his stomach. Complete his mission and keep as many people alive as possible. That was all that drove him in the moment. His fear could stew in a chamber locked in the furthest recess of his mind.

Gorons defended the front line. Their thick iron clubs, shaped akin to claymores, crushed an increasing number of monsters without mercy. Wooden weapons and crude steel blades did nothing against the gorons' sturdy hides and armour. At least that was going well for the tribes. The more pressing issue were the kargaroks plucking soldiers into the air. Those unfortunate souls flailed and screamed as they were carried high and dropped onto their comrades below.

Rusl brought his communicator to his lips. "Nabooru, we're losing more men to those buzzards," he growled.

"We're working on it," the device tersely answered. "Right now, we're being pestered by hostiles in white masks."

Rusl issued an order for one in every ten soldiers to keep an eye on the sky. There was little more that he could do. "White masks? Are they monsters?"

"Humans, I think. They look like something out from a carnival; dressed up in red body-suits."

"Yiga assassins," Impaz responded. Her tone etched an image of a loathsome frown.

"You know them?"

"A rogue Sheikah faction. There's a long history, but the short version is that the Yiga Clan worships a demon god in opposition to the Hyrulean throne."

"They've been a pain in our asses for months," Rusl growled. "Their spies often staged ambushes for our patrols. We learned pretty quickly to keep our intel within tight circles."

"It sounds to me that we should deal with these guys quickly," Nabooru remarked.

"Give us your position," Impaz told her. "Ralis and I will send in support."

Screams of pain tore Rusl's attention to the right. A band of moblins had broken into their flank. Hylians desperately pushed back, however panic and the difference in strength were making that difficult. Swearing, Rusl switched the communicator to his local channel.

"Large enemies have breached the right flank at Saria Street! Moblins! We need reinforcements; gorons or yetis preferably!"

Five seconds later a response came. "This is Lieutenant Molloy of Company Six. We are three blocks from Saria. Sending yeti reinforcements with cavalry shortly."

"Appreciated." Rusl ended the call before rubbing at his beard. Beside him, Bo took notice of his worry.

"It'll be fine, Rus," he said evenly. "It'll take more than some tricky moblins to keep us down. Want me to go give those lads a hand?"

Rusl saw people with lances rush in to close the hole. "No. Those troops from Six won't take long. We'll hold off until the yetis get here."

Bo accepted the response without complaint. However, the clear-thinking side of Rusl was annoyed at him. He knew his decision was fuelled by a personal need to keep his friends close and out of harm's way. Rusl prayed that his bias wouldn't swing the battle against them.

The goddesses weren't impressed. Within the next minute, the moblins pushed deeper into their ranks. Soldiers flew like dolls against the monsters' mighty strikes. Something larger than the moblins then followed into the fray. Twice in size with a single eye in its misshapen head, a hinox stomped forward with an entire tree grasped in one hand.

"Fuck! That's not good!" Jaggle snapped, clutching his axe.

The hinox slammed the tree on top of hylian soldiers. Rusl heard their bones and armour shatter across the distance. Two more of the giants then arrived. "No, it isn't."

"What do you want to do, Rusl?" Bo asked, gripping his halberd.

"We can't wait for the yetis." Rusl sent another order towards the forward line. When it reached the gorons, they rolled across the fringe between the two armies, crushing the small monsters that stood in their path. Meanwhile, Rusl steered Epona towards the eastern attack. "Come on, men. Let's take down one of those giants."

Soldiers parted to let them pass. With every second, the hinoxes and moblins took several more lives. Some courageous hearts managed to land deep cuts into the monsters' legs and torsos before paying the price. The gorons engaged them first. Their powerful blows broke the moblins' massive shields with ugly, growing fractures.

When Rusl's group was close enough, he took out one of the special arrows the gerudo had prepared. Its point was a shard of sapphire, glowing with a soft mystical light. A faint plume of mist surrounded the arrowhead. Rusl had been saving this for later, though the situation was the sort he had been waiting for.

Rusl aimed his bow at the nearest hinox. Where the arrow struck, a solid block of ice froze around the giant's head. It would have killed any human. However, the hinox somehow managed to stay conscious, pounding on the ice with its fists.

"Jaggle! Henry! Make it kneel!" The two men charged past the hinox. Their axes bit into the back of its knees, causing the hinox to buckle. Bo then ran forward alongside Malkom and his lance. They drove the tips of their weapons into the hinox's throat. Blood erupted from the dual wounds. The hinox convulsed as it fell backwards.

Rusl called to retreat as the surviving monsters turned their attention. Before one of the hinoxes could attack, a massive boulder of white fur leaped onto its back. A yeti held the hinox's throat in one arm as two more grabbed its arms and legs, bringing the monster down. With a sharp twist, the hinox's neck cracked free from its spine.

By then the gorons had beaten each of the moblins into the ground. Against the rock-men and yetis, with Rusl aiming another ice arrow, the remaining hinox became greatly outmatched. That didn't discourage it from fighting back. As Rusl returned the arrow to his quiver he almost pitied the monster being pummelled into a bloody heap.

"Strengthen the perimeter!" Rusl ordered at the surrounding soldiers.

In seconds a wall of shield-bearers formed around the corpses. The northern side had slowed down with humans now driving against the enemy tides. For the time being he decided to leave that situation as it was. Rusl wanted to keep their strongest fighters mobile until the kargaroks were dealt with. One picked up a soldier nearby. Rusl shoot an arrow into the kargorok before it took more than three flaps. The man stood up after landing; swaying but alive and well.

"Jaggle, Bo, Malkom, I need you to keep an eye on the south, east and west. Let me know if anything changes," Rusl said. "Henry, you hold on to the communicator for a bit. I'm going to try and keep those pests off our troops."

Each of the men took to their tasks. As Rusl angled his bow towards the sky he became more aware of how thick it was filled with kargaroks. Were he a mage, he'd have loved to have been able to strike them all down with a snap of his fingers.

'All you can do is your best,' he told himself. His arrow sank into the ribs of another kargorok. This was going to be a long battle.

The lizalfos lunged across the distance. Link blocked its boomerang-shaped blade and retaliated with a blow deep into the monster's shoulder. Meanwhile the Sheikah alongside him dealt with the rest of the lizalfos. Their stronger swords bent and broke the edges of the opposing steel. Leather armour offered no protection as expert skill sliced through joints and exposed flesh.

Behind them, Midna and the twili fought off the mother of all chu chus. Its body nearly filled the tunnel, shifting around like a living flood. Pame maintained a barrier whilst the others fired one spell after another. With each attack, a piece of the chu chu broke off, giving birth to a smaller, separate creature. The offspring continued to grow in number. Culling them back down was an endless chore.

Finally, Link plunged his sword through the last lizalfos' heart. "All clear on this side!"

"Then give us a hand over here!" Midna snapped. "Use one of your magic arrows or something."

"Chu chus absorb elemental magic," Risio, the senior Sheikah, warned. "Throw a bomb inside of it."

"That could bring the tunnel down on us!" Midna argued. One of the smaller chus squeezed through the barrier. She quickly shot it into a lifeless puddle.

"It would take a stronger charge that what we're carrying to do that," Risio insisted. "These tunnels have withstood every crisis in Castle Town over the last three hundred years."

"And that's supposed to reassure us?!"

"We can make it work," Link said. "If Yuit makes a portal to send us further back before the explosion, we can avoid getting caught in a cave-in."

Risio nodded. "If nothing else, that gives us a chance to escape."

A proper plan made it easier to convince Midna. Everyone except her and Pame retreated ahead as Midna summoned a water bomb. She felt the mana distortion created by the portal opening and focused on it. Flicking the safety pin on the bomb, Midna waited for it to cook for a few seconds.

"Pame, now!" A window opened in the barrier. Midna threw the bomb through. The chu chu swallowed it without any visible reaction. Counting another few seconds, Midna grabbed Pame and warped them both to Yuit's portal thirty metres away.

The explosion reverberated through the tunnel. The chu chu splattered along every surface. Globs of slime even landed near Link's feet. At first, they hoped that the thing was dead in one blow. Then smaller chus began to rise in the dozens.

A cracking sound echoed. Dust fell over the chu chus. The ceiling sagged moments before bricks and earth started raining down. The twili raised a new barrier over everyone's heads. Thankfully, the tunnel remained standing where they were. When the dust settled, the passage in front of them became blocked with rubble, with not a speck of blue to be seen moving.

"It would take a stronger charge than what we're carrying, huh?" Midna huffed, raising a brow at Risio. The man lifted his hands defensively.

"I'm a Sheikah warrior, not a civil engineer."

"How far are we now from the castle?" Link asked.

It took them a few minutes to regain their bearings. With the monsters plaguing this section of the sewers, the number and direction of turns hadn't been tracked well. "If we go down this passageway, we should reach the sluice gate underneath the noblemen's' district within a few hundred metres," Risio said, pointing at the map. "Otherwise we hit a left turn and we'd actually be in this tunnel, instead."

As it happened, the path that they took did lead to a left turn. After backtracking and continuing in the correct direction, their unit arrived at a wide iron gate spanning the channel. A rusty ladder stood under a manhole cover. Risio went up first, lifting the cover just enough to peek in all four directions. He set it down again, shaking his head to the others. Several minutes later he looked again. At that time, he pushed the cover away and crawled out to the surface.

When he last saw the enormous houses of the richer sections of Castle Town, Link remembered their immaculate visages even with the looming dangers in the near north. Now the houses seemed dull without proper maintenance. Shingles had fallen from the roofs. Windows became murky with dust and grime. Footpaths were buried in fallen leaves. Altogether, the district was on its way to ruin.

The castle appeared huge up ahead. Storm clouds had rolled closer to the city. Against their dark cover, the golden barrier surrounding Hyrule Castle held a more menacing vibe than what Link once recalled. A knot formed in his stomach. They were so close now.

A squad of darknuts marched from beyond a nearby corner. Link ushered his unit into one of the yards before they were spotted. The grass was overgrown, and weeds choked the flowerbeds. The misshapen hedges gave ample concealment as Link waited for the sound of moving armour plates to fade. At last, he turned to Midna.

"So, the plan from here was to duck and weave through each estate until we get to the castle?"

Midna didn't meet his eye. "That's what I'll be doing. The rest of you should wait here until I've taken down the barrier."

"Your Majesty," Pame warned, "I must insist against this."

"We've come this far together. It wouldn't be right for us to let you go alone," Risio added.

"If I use the Fused Shadows, there's a risk that I'll hurt you by accident. Just standing too close when I transform could be dangerous."

"Midna's right," Link said, much to everyone else's displeasure. "We'd only get in her way. Besides, she'll have an easier time getting close to the castle if we don't follow." The other twili weren't satisfied. However, they didn't protest further.

"I'll be fine," Midna assured them. She then handed Link the communication device. "In the meantime, lay low inside and let Auru know where we're up to."

He took it grudgingly. "Just promise that you'll come back."

She smiled at him. "I promise." It pained Link as she then disappeared into the shadows.

Pame's face was set into a deep frown. Link knew how she was feeling. "Will she be alright on her own?" she asked him.

"Midna's clever and resourceful. She knows what she's doing." Link stood up and walked towards the mansion. Confident that no monsters were nearby, he had the Sheikah pick the front door open. A pit of anxiety stuck with Link all throughout the call with the command centre. He prayed that Midna would be safe.

Compared to skulking through narrow sewer tunnels, gliding through the streets felt liberating. There were enough shadows underneath property walls to move along; plenty of iron bar fences to slip between. Midna felt better about being able to move as fast as she could. It'd hardly matter if a monster saw her silhouette cross an intersection now. At worst, they would pursue her until she escaped their sight.

The risk of discovery wasn't what made Midna's heart race. Hyrule Castle grew larger by the second. In less than a few minutes, she would be near enough to the barrier. Then she would have to face that leap of faith.

The Hyrulean Army built five barricades before abandoning the city. Dinalfos and moblins turned the walls into their own, waiting to defend their master. Not one ever knew about Midna slipping past. Beyond the third, she emerged within the yard of one of the houses. This one caught her eye since the front walls had caved in. It appeared as though a hinox had fallen through at some point. Any additional damage wouldn't matter in the long run.

Midna found a groundskeeper's shed that she could borrow. Inside, she summoned a case of lead. As it opened, light poured out from a set of crystal fragments fixed to a silver collar. The King's Reins, fashioned from the remains of the King's Sol, was her best chance of controlling the Fused Shadows. Midna placed the Reins around her neck. Its energy washed over her body, calming her soul.

Using their power for the summoning, Midna then brought out the Shadows. Zant's image flashed in her mind. She thought over what she wanted to do; what she wanted them to do. Focusing on that objective eased her hesitation. Midna inhaled deeply.

"Ancestors, watch over me." The Fused Shadows assembled around her head.

Floodwaters surged through her. Darkness erupted from the relics, powerful and relentless. Midna felt the power flow from her pores. It took on substance, congealing around her body. The shed exploded into pieces. Her hazy surroundings shrank rapidly. A storm raged inside of her head and the thunder was deafening.

Her arm lashed out. The house shattered underneath it. She couldn't yet control this form properly. The extra limbs were heavy and alien. Midna steered toward the castle. Her seven hands crushed anything she stepped on. Monsters shrieked and scurried in terror. Unlucky numbers failed to escape her path. Pastes of red were all that remained of them.

Midna thought about demolishing the enemy forces some more on her way. It was only meant as a fleeting notion; however, it spiralled out on its own as Midna's head swam in circles. The Fused Shadows reacted. A stray arm pulverised a group of bokoblins that she didn't need to. Midna strained to regain control.

"Destroy the barrier! Don't do anything else! Destroy the barrier!"

Every step carried her far. Soon Midna could make out the runes in the barrier's surface. She laid a golden palm atop it. The Fused Shadows could sense its incredible strength. Theirs was greater. One hand after the other, Midna climbed the barrier. Upside, Midna channelled the Shadows' power into a shining lance. Their roar reverberated through her physical body. They then drove the lance deep into the barrier.

Light poured from the rupture. It engulfed Midna, detaching her from the wall. The hole expanded rapidly. The entire barrier shook as it collapsed. All the mana constituting it was released at once. The outward explosion threw Midna through the air. She felt nothing as the Fused Shadows shielded her from the impact.

Something shattered around her neck. Midna clutched at the King's Reins and discovered in a fit of panic that the sol fragments had disintegrated. Their remains floated in front of her twili eyes. Her hands reached desperately for them. The mana flow from the Fused Shadows the surged, rejecting the sol fragments from the titan's body. Darkness ran rampant through Midna; coursing through her mind and soul. Ill thoughts; painful memories; terrible impulses raced uninhibited. Midna fought against the onslaught but could do nothing as the seven arms began to thrash at everything within reach.

'Destroy the barrier… Destroy the barrier…'

"The barrier is already destroyed!" Midna told the echo. Tried as she could, the Fused Shadows no longer responded to her commands.

A hand grasped a crushed gazebo from a nearby lawn. Every structure within proximity to the barrier had been demolished by its collapse. Midna threw the crushed mass of wood and hurled the lot towards the castle. The splintered planks scattered mid-air, raining down on screaming creatures below.

'Destroy… Destroy the barrier… Destroy… Destroy…'

The Fused Shadows began tearing more apart from the estate. Soon they stopped bothering to throw the debris and simply went on dismantling the house. When there was nothing left but a flattened lot, the Fused Shadows turned their attention to the next building in sight.

"No! Stop this! Deactivate! Stand down! Go to… sleep…" Midna felt her thoughts slip further by the second. Everything started to turn fuzzy. The sounds of beastly screams dulled in her ears. The Fused Shadows took no heed of her wishes. They only continued with their rampage.

"Help me… Someone… please help me…"

The risks were calculated but Midna did not so great with the math.