*Me writing last night: Okay, time to work more on the next Owl's Apprentice chapter
Ghost Host: Don't you want to keep writing more of Haunted Mansion instead?
Me: Yes, but, I don't want to leave my other story alone! It needs to be finished! There's still a lot of build up to finish.
GH: Yes, but this story is so close to the end. Wouldn't you rather they see Luz and Amity -
Me: No spoilers!
*Fast forward three hours and one completed chapter later*
Me: I hate you.
GH: I know XD
The last thing Amity had expected when she got up that the morning was to be battling a horde of corpses, with Luz at her side, who was wielding the palisman of a witch-turned-demon. The fact she finally confessed the feelings she had hidden for so long to Luz seemed even more of the unlikely scenario, and what was even more outlandish was the fact Luz liked her back. Or, so she guessed. While Amity had no understanding of the strange human language Luz used periodically, she had to guess the term 'mi amor' was not just a simple pet name used when addressing one's friend. Assuming they all would be leaving this place alive, she would really need to ask Luz for a translation, and maybe try to find out how she could learn the human language herself. But for now, they had to survive their current predicament; battling an army of the undead.
"Amity! Duck!"
Amity did just that, in time for the beam of lavender-colored energy to shoot from the gaping maw of the cobra palisman in Luz's hands to spear the corpse that had been looming over her moments before. Tracing a spell circle around her wrist, Amity flexed her hand and spun on her heel, standing as she did, ramming the stunned corpse's chin with the heel of her palm. The burning head popped clean off its shoulders and sailed across the room like a grudgby ball, bouncing off another zombie's head that was about to make a grab for Gus. The illusion student yelped and, in a puff of blue smoke, vanished and reappeared a few feet away. By some miracle, he had not yet dropped Madame Leota's crystal ball.
"Behind you!" She yelled, and he ducked under a zombie's arms. A vine snapped out from the floor to yank the corpse off its feet and hurl it into an approaching cluster that scattered them like pins.
"Thanks Willow!"
Watching the plant witch toss up her hand in quick acknowledgement, Amity turned her attention back to the group of corpses that had circled her and Luz, their backs pressed together. In a strange way, Amity thought it to be poetic that she was fighting alongside the one she had fallen so deeply for, who had taken a nose-dive off a chandelier in an attempt to save her. Granted, the Ghost Host had been the one who actually saved them, but the action taken by her human was very touching to say the least.
Her human. That made her smile.
Feeling Luz start to turn, Amity crouched down as another beam of magic shot over her head, then stood back up to release a ring of flames from her hands, catching any corpses that had managed to dodge Luz's attack. A zombie moaned and reached out for her, but the black wood of Rex's staff knocked the arm away as Luz swung it like a bat. From Amity's shoulder, Artemis chirped a warning and Amity yanked Luz out from the grasp of another.
"There's so many of them!" Luz gasped, wiping a sheen of sweat from her face. The Ghost Host had healed them and their exhaustion, but the duration of the battle was beginning to weigh on them.
Gritting her teeth, Amity drew a larger spell circle that wrapped around the two of them and lifted her hands. "Abomination, rise!" The floor beneath their feet trembled as a massive abomination, three times the size of the ones Amity normally created, rose up from the magical energy. Luz yelped as she was hoisted up by the creature's hulking shoulders and quickly grabbed hold of Amity's hand when she held it out. Keeping her other hand fisted on the back of the golem's head, Amity pulled Luz to her side. "Abomination, get us to safety."
Moaning, the giant lumbered through the ring of corpses, crushing those in front of it and bowling over those that got too close to its feet. Grunting, Luz hauled herself up to rest on the abomination's shoulder. "Whoo yeah! Go Willow! Get 'em, Boscha! You show that corpse who's boss, Skara! Nice one, Gus!"
Concentrating on maintaining control of the abomination, Amity was only able to pay attention to half of what was going on, but as the creature lumbered about the room, she managed to catch glimpses of their friends in various engagements of battling the corpses.
Willow had claimed the bottom of the spiral ramp and was summoning thorny vines left and right, throwing any unlucky corpses that met her sight across the room to either smash to pieces against the walls or into another stumbling group. No surprise, Skara managed to climb onto the stage where the band had been playing during the party and had enchanted all the instruments to play sub-sonic tunes that blasted the corpses to bits. Gus popped in and out of view all throughout the room, cradling Madame Leota's crystal, shouting out the locations of their enemies to his friends. Amity had lost track of where King went, but if she had to guess, he probably found a safe enough place to hide. The only one not fighting the corpses was Boscha, for she had managed to single out Basker and was now dueling the three-headed palisman on her own, swinging Chiaro's silver-bladed axe when the hound got to close, and throwing spells at its body from a safe enough distance. Then of course, there was the Ghost Host and Damien.
An explosion shook the room, forcing Luz and Amity to cling to the abomination's body, and a dark shape sailed through the air to crash into a delicately painted column set into a section of the wall. Slowly, the Ghost Host teetered from where they had been thrown and toppled onto the floor, leaving a very distinctive imprint in the paint and plaster. Groaning, the demon sat back on their knees, holding their horned head.
"Ow...now that one hurt…"
Red light flared from the settling dust cloud and the Ghost Host's wings snapped open to push them off the floor just in time for the stream of flames that landed where they had been. The abomination reared back from Amity's command to get away, and Damien appeared from the haze, his eyes burning with magic. Feeling a brush of wind against her neck, Amity glanced up to see the Ghost Host hovering above them, their massive wings stroking the air as they watched the necromancer, the simple black staff held tightly in their hands. When Damien was at the distance they were waiting for, the Ghost Host drew a spell circle and a mass of shadowy tendrils rose up from the floor to wrap around him like a cocoon and loop over his head as he struggled against their grasp.
"That should hold him for a moment," the Ghost Host slipped down so they were eye-level with Luz and Amity. "Are you both alright?"
"Estoy bien!" Luz gave them a thumbs up and Ghost Host nodded.
"Buono. Miss Blight?"
Amity blinked at the two of them. "Um, I'm good."
"Excellent,"
A muffled boom resonated from the shadows wrapped around Damien, making them flinch. Hearing a groan, Amity looked down at a group of corpses trying to climb her abomination's legs. Before she could command it to shake them off, the Ghost Host snapped their fingers and a horde of shadow creatures swarmed them, pulling the zombies away. "Is there no end to these things?"
"So long as there is dead matter that exists close by, Damien will have what he needs to create his army." Snarling, the Ghost Host lifted their arms and dropped in the air to kneel down, slamming the butt of their staff to the floor, sending a shockwave of green flames to slice through the corpses that were headed towards Willow. Luz cried out a warning as a corpse leapt onto the Ghost Host's back, pulling the demon by their horns and making them howl with rage. There was a flash as their tail snapped up and the jagged tip pierced the corpse between the shoulder blades, instantly engulfing it in the same black fire as before. Magic swirled around the staff and the Ghost Host threw their arm at an approaching corpse, the staff elongating into a whip that snared the undead body. Pivoting on their heel, the Ghost Host grasped the staff with both hands and flung the corpse across the room against Daimen, who had managed to break free of the shadow cocoon. Opening their wings, the demon shot into the air, throwing the other corpses back with powerful gusts. Their eyes snapped to Amity's and, in a blur, flew over the abomination to intercept a beam of magic that knocked them into, and through, the gooey chest.
Amity and Luz yelped as the golem crumbled apart and Rex's hood flared open, lifting them both into the air as Luz grasped hold of Amity's hand and pulled her up onto the staff. More magic flew at them as Damien drew circle after circle to attack, his eyes fixed on the pair with pure hatred. An ear-splitting roar filled the air as the Ghost Host swung the tip of their staff along the ground to draw a massive circle that erupted into a wall of what looked like green lightning to shield the pair. Damien lunged back from the collection of magic, drawing another circle as the Ghost Host charged through the lightning wall, just missing the necromancer as he disappeared into the spell on the floor.
"Not good enough,"
Bands of light lashed around the Ghost Host's wrists and chest, trapping their wings awkwardly to their back as they were jerked to the floor. Damien appeared behind the demon and flicked his wrist for a glowing red blade to appear on the end of his cane. Carefully stepping over the swinging tail, he walked around to stand in front of the Ghost Host and held the blade to their throat.
"I'm impressed, Mezzanotte, you've put up quite the fight. But is it really worth it?" He gestured over his shoulder to Luz and Amity, frozen in the air, not sure what to do. "For the sake of a human and a witch to be together? You're just repeating the same mistake you made all those years ago. Who's to say it will even happen? Why fight for something you don't know anything about?"
The Ghost Host growled and pulled at their bonds. "Because I chose to believe, and because they deserve a chance. All of these souls here had a chance at life, but that was taken from them. I will not stand by and let history repeat itself because of my cowardice!" The bands snapped and the demon lunged at Damien with outstretched claws.
"What a pity," the necromancer thrust his cane up and the red blade pierced through the Ghost Host's chest. The entire room dropped into a deathly silence. Even the corpses stopped to turn around to stare at the magical stiletto sticking out between the trembling wings. Eyes wide, the Ghost Host looked down at the cane and up, not at Damien, but to Amity and Luz.
Amity felt Luz's body shudder, covering her mouth to keep from gasping in shock, but all the witch could do was stare at the demon. Gold and crimson locked with amber, holding for a single moment, and the Ghost Host collapsed into shadow.
"No!" Luz screamed, hardly giving Amity the time to hold on when the staff rocketed straight down and crashed into Damien from behind, throwing him face down. Before he could get up, Luz slapped a plant glyph to the floor and vines snared his arms and legs, yanking him around and to his knees when he tried to stand. Ripping the staff out from beneath, Luz swung it upwards, stopping so Rex's mouth was right under his chin. "What did you do?"
"Luz!" Amity grabbed her shoulder, but when she saw the look in the human's eyes, she flinched back. Her eyes had gone completely dark, her pupils blown wide with rage, and tears threatened to spill down her cheeks. Never before had Amity seen Luz look so...dangerous. It frightened her. "Luz, it's okay," she said slowly, walking behind her and wrapping her arms around her, pressing her forehead between Luz's shoulder blades. "The Ghost Host is undead, they can't be hurt." Her shoulders tightened when she heard Damien laugh.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that Amity,"
There was a loud crack of wood hitting bone and Luz snarled, lowering the staff. "You don't get to talk to her. What. Did. You. Do?"
Chuckling, Damien rolled his head and spat on the floor, spittle and blood maring the pristine surface from his broken lip. "You see, human, when the undead drink the blood of the living, it transforms them. Restoring not just the powers they once possessed, but also the life force they had." He looked up at Luz with a knowing gleam. "No longer dead, but alive once again. In order for their magic to be restored, the Nowhere Demon had to return to a living form."
Feeling Luz stiffen, Amity tightened her hold and closed her eyes, and the human shook her head.
"No, no, Ghost Host is way too strong to just die like that! You're lying! You did something! Where are they?"
Damien shrugged. "Most likely, Mezzanotte returned to the Chaos Realm. Don't bother trying to bring her back though, only a real Greater Demon can break the barrier between worlds, and Mezzanotte was never a Greater Demon." The vines holding him ignited in flames and the necromancer stood up, releasing a shockwave of power that sent Luz and Amity sailing back, skidding painfully along the floor.
"Luz!" Gus yelled.
"Amity!" Willow screamed.
Amity heard Boscha cry out and a massive shape loomed over them, planting heavy paws on the floor to trap them in place. Basker's three heads snarled down at the girls as Damien strolled up behind them, and she felt Artemis huddle in her collar.
"You're a persistent bunch, but I'm afraid we have to cut this short. Why don't we start with you?" The glowing red blade sprang from Damien's cane as he walked to Luz's side. Amity's eyes widened and she began to draw a spell, but Basker caught her hands in a paw. "I think it's time you said your goodbyes now, human." Raising the cane, Damien tilted his head as if studying Luz for a moment, and brought it down.
A column of green flames and lightning crashed into him, throwing him across the room and through the main doors that opened when he slammed into them, and instantly snapped shut when he vanished into the hall beyond. All three of Basker's heads whipped around in shock as it tried to find where its master went, then looked back down at the girls it stood over. Its eyes fixed on the pair with a decisive look that said it would do the job itself. However, as the hound opened its jaws, something huge, black, and dripping with shadows tackled the palisman from the side, knocking Basker off Luz and Amity.
Amity sat up and stared, open-mouthed, as the palisman fought tooth and claw with a very different-looking, but very much alive, Ghost Host. The wings were gone, replaced by a second pair of arms identical to the first, giving the demon a spidery appearance as they paced back and forth in front of Basker on hands and feet, their limbs bending to allow them to move about with an almost feline grace. Tail lashing side to side, the Ghost Host leaned back for a split second and lunged at Basker, ramming their head against the hound's chest. Basker rose up on its hind feet and pawed at the demon, jaws snapping at any opening it tried to find, but the Ghost Host fought to match every attempt. Snarling, Basker swiped at their arms and sank its teeth into the Ghost Host's shoulder. With a roar, the Ghost Host grasped Basker's shoulders and ripped the palisman off, hurling it into a wall where it slumped in a heap. Slowly, the Ghost Host dropped to rest on their hands and turned to Luz and Amity, shadows spilling from the wound on their shoulder like fog. The moment their eyes fell on them, the primal rage faded and they took a hesitant step forward, hugging their second pair of arms to their stomach.
"Are you both al-"
Luz didn't give them a chance to finish the sentence as she ran forward to grab the demon in a hug that Amity would have guessed was suffocating, considering her arms were wrapped around their throat, but Ghost Host didn't seem to mind. Blinking, the demon looked down at Luz, then carefully wrapped all four of their arms around her. Amity held back for a moment, until the Ghost Host looked up at her and held out hand, then she ran into it and Luz's embrace.
"Thank Titan," she whispered, feeling the soft vibrations of the demon's purr and its arm tightened around her. Either it was her imagination, or she could hear a steady heartbeat through the deep purr.
"Va tutto bene, tesoros." She heard the demon whisper and Luz pulled back, wiping at her eyes.
"How? I thought you were dead...again."
"Please, do you really think I'd be that easy to kill? That was just a shadow puppet."
Amity stared at the demon's chest, unmarred and completely whole. "But, Damien-"
"Damien consumed the blood of just one witch. I consumed the blood of five witches, a demon, and a human." Grinning, the Ghost Host wiped a tear from Luz's cheek. "Seven hearts, for one being. Not to mention humans are the tenacious and spirited sort. Something Damien could never understand. But he was correct about rejoining the living, and that's how we're going to defeat him."
Amity stared at the demon. "What do you mean?"
"I think it'd be best if your friends were with us for this." The Ghost Host snapped their fingers and, in an instant, Boscha, King, Willow, Gus, and Skara appeared in a flash of shadows.
"Whoa," Willow held her head. "Next time, warn us before you do that."
"I'm sorry, but this has to happen quick," The Ghost Host glanced over their shoulder to the main doors that were already shaking from the magical assault no doubt hitting them from the other side. "I know of how we can defeat Damien, but to do so, I'm going to need all of your help. This is not like before when you gave me your blood, this will involve each of your magical strengths. Luz," the demon grabbed her shoulder and met her eyes. "Do you remember when I showed you and Amity Emilia's room?"
"Yeah," Luz nodded.
"Good. Do you remember the staff Amity found? I need you to get it and bring it back here."
At that, Luz blinked. "Okay...why?"
"Because the spell that we'll need to cast will require the power of three magic staffs, and unfortunately, Chiaro's axe does not count, even if wielded by a witch." The Ghost Host shot a quick look at Boscha, who shrugged. "We have Artemis, Emilia's palisman, but we'll need the interlock to unleash the full potential of his magic. You have my witch staff, Rex, and I have my demon staff, but we need one more." The doors shuddered again and a glowing red crack fissured along the surface. Growling, the Ghost Host turned back to Luz, but their eyes took in the surrounding members of Team Owlet. "If we do this right, we can break this curse and you all can finally go home. All I ask is for you to trust me."
Amity met Luz's eyes when the human turned to her and she nodded, meeting the Ghost Host's gaze. "I'll do it."
"Same here." Said Willow.
"Count me in!" Gus and King chimed.
"I don't really have a choice now, do I?" Madame Leota sighed, tilting her head in what must have been her version of a shrug.
Skara and Boscha looked at each other and the three eyed witch sighed. "We've come this far, it'd be pretty crappy if we didn't stick it out to the end. But don't take it to mean we're friends now, Round Ears. I still don't like you."
"Boscha," Luz looked at her with shining eyes. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said."
"Don't push it."
"All this camaraderie has me feeling so sentimental, I'm afraid my tears will stain my cheeks."
Amity snorted at the Ghost Host's deadpanned tone and stepped up, feeling Artemis' tail wrap around the back of her neck. "Okay, what do you want us to do?"
The demon rubbed their chin thoughtfully, glancing around the room at the curiously sentient corpses that were no doubt waiting for their master's command. Basker had backed into a corner, growling deeply as it watched the group, its eyes darting back and forth between them and the doors. Turning back to Luz, Amity could see something stirring within the Ghost Host's gaze that had her feeling uneasy.
"Luz, exactly how good are you at...distracting others?"
Amity could not stop the unexpected laughter that bubbled out of her throat and had her doubling over, much to everyone's surprise, and Luz's embarrassment.
"C'mon, Amity, it's not that funny."
"Oh, no, it's hysterical." Gasping, Amity wiped at the few stray tears and looked up at the Ghost Host, whose face was nothing if not purely amused.
"I would call that a big yes." Leaning forward so they were eye-level with the human, Ghost Host placed their hands on her shoulders. "I'm going to need you to goad Damien into chasing you. Get him lost in the mansion, and once you've shaken him, go to Emilia's room and retrieve her staff, then hurry back here as fast as you can. Once we have the staff, we can complete the spell and be rid of Damien forever. It's risky, dangerous, and completely insane,"
"You basically described Luz in a nutshell," King piped up, earning a glare from the human and Ghost Host chuckled.
"Don't worry, tesoro, I won't let you go off without some...help." One of the arms tucked against their stomach unfurled and a green spell circle appeared in its palm. "I've been watching your glyph magic, very impressive, just like Chiaro. If you're willing, I can give you one that Chiaro and I created, one he had been planning to use to help Emilia run away with him…" the demon looked down for a moment as if caught up in the memory, then looked at Luz. "Will you accept it?"
"Are you kidding me? Of course I would!" Digging through her pockets, Luz pulled out the small handful of glyphs remaining from the night's events, fingering through them for a blank sheet. "Um, hang on one sec, I thought I had a free page on my pad somewhere."
"Oh, this one does not require paper." Carefully, the Ghost Host took Luz's left wrist to turn it over, and pressed the spell circle against the back of her hand. There was a brief flash of light and, when Amity was able to look, she saw a faint circle inked into Luz's skin. An intricate glyph traced itself inside the circle, reminding her of the flag for the Abomination Coven, only, there was no face, just a rotund shape with the bottom seemingly shaped into a ghostly tail. With it was a rectangle on its side, a figure eight sitting on top, and a straight line running down from the opposite side, and a strange S-shaped line cutting down the middle, two dots opposite each other tucked in the curves.
Luz brought her hand up to her face and stared at the dizzying mess of lines and symbols, her eyes running all over them as she tried to take in every minute detail. "Whoa...now that's cool."
"Call it the Phantom Glyph. With this, you can become invisible and phase through solid objects at will, but," The Ghost Host held up a finger before Luz could go completely ballistic with excitement. "This is a one-time use. Once you return to corporeal form, the glyph's magic will end. Whatever you are holding when you activate the glyph will become invisible and phase with you, but anything else will not, therefore, when you find the staff, you'll have to break the spell. So, make sure Damien does not know where you are when you end the magic. "
Nodding, Luz lifted Rex and straddled the staff as it lifted off the floor. "You got it, GH."
"G...H…?"
"Luz," Amity grabbed her non-glyph hand, trying her best not to flinch when the doors thudded again, and Ghost Host gestured for the team to get ready to fight, leaving them together. How badly she wanted to go with her, to make sure she would stay safe. Titan, it killed her to think of the human girl whom she felt so strongly for, who - dare she admit, loved? - have to go on her own. "I - we've been with each other the whole night, I - I'm not sure what I'll do without you. Just, please promise me," she tightened her hold on Luz's hand and looked down, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes. "Promise, you'll come back alive and in one piece. Because if you don't, then so help me Titan, when I come on the other side, I'll be kicking your butt for all eternity." When she looked up, those chocolate brown eyes were staring into her with pure adoration and Luz pulled her hand out from under Amity's to lift her chin up, and she leaned in close.
"Are you saying you're worried about me, mi amor?" The teasing tone combined with that trouble-making grin had Amity's heart jumping all about her chest, and the feeling of Luz's warm breath against her lips turned her stomach into a quivering mess.
Swallowing with an extremely dry throat, Amity forced her eyes to stay with Luz and pulled the staff closer as she matched that trickster-grin. "Considering your track record, human, it's a Titan-given miracle that this mansion is still standing." She whispered.
The doors shuddered again, but neither of them cared, all that seemed to exist at the moment was the two of them, and the magical staff keeping Luz hovering just a few feet off the ground. With uncharacteristic caution, Amity felt Luz's hand drift out from under her chin to the side of her head, her fingers brushing the pointed tip of her ear, making it twitch, and curved around the back of her head, lightly playing with the short ponytail she always kept her hair pulled back in.
"Amity," Luz's voice shook as she drifted just a bit closer. "I - before anything else happens, what you said to me earlier in the hallway, when we were getting away from Damien? I - I just want to tell you I -"
Tugging the staff, Amity stood on her toes and, closing her eyes, pressed her lips to Luz's, feeling the blazing warmth of a blush rush across her cheeks, but that didn't stop her. For a second, she felt Luz stiffen in surprise and the pang of regret that she might have acted too soon lodged in her chest. But, before she could pull away, she felt Luz's hand slip down to the back of her neck and pull her in close, the corners of her mouth curling up in a smile. It didn't matter if they were surrounded by an army of corpses controlled by a bloodthirsty necromancer that wanted them dead, or a powerful demon that wanted the Isles' only human to go on a dangerous mission to retrieve a broken staff for what was no doubt a forbidden spell. All that mattered was the two of them, together, in their single pocket of peace. It was everything Amity had ever wanted. With great reluctance, Amity pulled away and settled back on her heels, looking up at a very-stunned Luz from beneath her lashes with a small-half smile painted on her face.
"I love you too, Luz. Now," she squeezed her hand. "Go get that interlock."
Luz snapped her mouth shut and, nodding, slapped the glyph on her hand. "I'm goin' ghost!" Green light flared from the symbol and spread all along her body, disappearing as the light covered her until all Amity could see was a slight warping of the air in front of her. There was a light gust of wind that tickled her hair and a soft pair of lips pressed against hers.
"Dios mio, te quiero mucho."
The doors to the ballroom exploded off their hinges, revealing Damien silhouetted in his rust-red magic that rippled about him like flames. His eyes instantly scanned the group before him. "Where is that human?!" His eyes widened and he glared murderously at the Ghost Host. "YOU! Why aren't you dead yet?"
"Funny question there, because I never really was dead. You just assumed that when I fell through that portal. But now," the Ghost Host held out its arms, the second pair retracting within its sides as its massive wings flared out from its back, and its legs snapped together to merge into a ghostly tail. "I've never been more alive. So, why don't you have some fun with us, Damien? It'll be a real scream."
Damien roared and thrust his cane forward, sending a storm of magical energy straight at the team, only for the Ghost Host to raise their staff and split the burning mass to go around them. The necromancer snarled and yelled a command to Basker in a language Amity had not heard. Howling, the main head of the palisman pulled from the hulking body and attached itself to the interlock, leaving the two Basker clones to charge at the group. There was a sudden rush of wind and Amity watched the space before her move as Luz shot over them and through the main doors, ramming into Damien's shoulder to knock him over. One of the Basker clones barked at the invisible shape and Damien stood up, his glowing eyes searching the space above.
"Clever human, but you won't get away from me!" Running down the hall, Damien held out his cane for it to elongate into a full staff, straddling it mid-leap, and flew away.
Amity clenched her fists, the urge to chase after them so strong, but felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up at the Ghost Host.
"Don't worry, tesoro, Luz is a skilled witch, she will outsmart Damien before he can get to her. Besides, this house has a mind of its own, it will keep her safe. Now, if we want to help her, we'll need to be ready for her return."
Nodding, Amity summoned her fire spell and stared down the surrounding corpses and Basker clones. "What do you want me to do?"
The demon purred thoughtfully and fixed her with a devious grin. "I gave your human a powerful new glyph, so I'd say it would only seem fair if I taught you a new spell too. What say you in learning some shadow magic?"
Amity met the demonic grin with one of her own. "Sounds fun." And unleashed her spells on the corpses, the feel of Luz's kiss still warm on her lips.
We're almost there, gang! A new glyph for Luz, a Lumity kiss, and one final race through the mansion. What's going to happen next, you wonder? Stay tuned!