The young village boy Redd Smascevilla had prevailed against Tron Bonne and revealed more of Galeem's new world to the venturing fighters. Though he had effortlessly subdued the pirating lass, he was not too happy with how easily she had goaded him into unleashing his much maligned "killager" persona on her (even if she did immediately end up regretting it), and coupled with him still stinging from her unapologetic verbal attacks on him earlier he was actively avoiding further interactions with her by keeping his back turned to her. Thus, the journey so far was a quiet one, and its silence was maddening for the young pirate lass.

'Hey, so…' Tron Bonne said, hoping to break the silence, 'any idea on where we're going?' Redd said nothing, although he did point straight ahead to the trail they were following to the south. This failed to satisfy Tron Bonne in the slightest. 'Okay, so, what exactly is down that way then?' Redd merely gave her a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, causing the pirate girl's eye to twitch in frustration. 'So you don't even know where we're even going? What if we're walking straight into some mook's trap huh?' Redd brandished his lumberjack's axe to Tron Bonne, still refusing to turn around and face her. 'That's it? You're just gonna hack and slash through everything in your way without thinking anything through?' This time Redd didn't give her any kind of response, and that was the last straw for the pirate as her patience with the stubborn kid had snapped, furiously grabbing the boy by his shoulders and yanking him around to look at her.

'What the heck is wrong with you?!' she yelled. 'You've been giving me the cold shoulder ever since I met you; you won't say anything to me or look in my direction or do anything meaningful! What did I do to you to make you act like such a brat?!' Redd was quick to shove the taller girl off of him and glare daggers in her eyes, still tightly holding on to his axe as a reminder that he hadn't exactly cooled down from their battle earlier. This did not frighten Tron Bonne in the slightest—only being further incensed by the kid's silent treatment, and Celeste along with the nameless spirit could not look at the exchange knowing nothing good would come of it. 'Don't tell me it's because of that fight earlier. Look, kid; lots of people in life are going to be nasty to you so you had best get over it right now and help get us out of this mess.' Redd's glare intensified with his eyelids narrowing and eyes shrinking with a scowl forming on his mouth as his face started scrunching, struggling to keep the killer in him under control in the face of Tron Bonne's harsh words. Celeste could see this change in the boy and looked to Tron Bonne with an expression warning her not to push him any further. The pirate girl ignored this warning and refused to backpedal with her verbal assault. 'I swear on the Master's name that if you don't get your little snotty-nosed act together I am going to—"

SSHHHIIIINNNGG

Just as Tron Bonne and Redd were advancing toward each other, the nameless spirit—having grown way past tired of the bickering—flew in-between the two youths and let loose a harsh burst of light before them, stopping them dead in their tracks. It flew in front of each one and poured out its inflamed emotions and thoughts to deter them both from further fighting and to return to the task at hand. If only Tron Bonne was in the mood to listen.

'You think I'm acting unreasonable?!' the girl indignantly countered. 'Me being in my ship just minding my own business suddenly seeing a ton of light rays start ripping through the sky and shredding into my ship while incinerating my crew alive—including me—then getting stuffed into some butt-ugly turtle's body by some freak of nature calling itself some god, and having my butt straight up murdered again by some psychotic kid while I have next to no honest-to-god idea what's going on makes me un-&*(%!# -reasonable?!'

SSHHHIIIINNNGG

Again the nameless spirit exploded into blinding light, harshly reminding Tron Bonne that her acting the way she was to someone else was not justified by anything she just went through, especially not toward a young child who had just witnessed his closest friends—basically family—get murdered by the very same god along with himself and have his and his friends bodies painfully used as templates for a hostile army of clones. And for Tron Bonne to say the nasty things she had said about his beloved home and friends unapologetically was nothing short of a disgusting disrespect to the dead, making her actions even more inexcusable.

This finally made Tron Bonne stop to think about the things she had said to Redd, and she started wondering how she would have felt if someone had said something similar about her crew and even Volnutt and Caskett. She'd have been downright furious that anyone would speak so ill of someone who was violently killed beyond any ability to do anything about it and for having done nothing to deserve it. This is what she assumed had been going on through Redd's head when she spat insult after insult at him, and she wondered why she had said those things in the first place. She was quick to place the blame on Galeem for forcing her to act differently than usual, but she knew in the back of her head that the only thing Galeem forced her to do was fight the boy in the first place, but surely there was something Galeem did that made her more antagonistic than usual. She could only look to the boy who was still clearly upset with her but was considerably calmer about the ordeal.

'…Oh.' Slowly, whatever antagonism Tron Bonne had developed toward the boy gave way to guilt, and Celeste could only look her in the eyes with sympathy before turning to Redd. The nameless spirit similarly calmed down after the verbal lashing it gave Tron Bonne, and it floated over to Redd to give the boy some calming comfort.

'It's not wrong to feel bad for what happened to you dearie,' Celeste spoke, 'but there is a line that one must not cross even then.' Tron Bonne had no response for that, though she knew that the little old owl was right; taking her anger out on someone else was uncalled for, and given what she had already said to him it was no wonder Redd was acting incredibly cross with her. She was raised better, she knew, and she could only wonder what her older brother Teisel would say to her—assuming that he was still around. Despite not being her usual MO, Tron sucked up whatever stubbornness lingering in her and slowly approached Redd. The boy was still on edge considering that they were just moments ago ready to claw at each other's throats, but the soft look of remorse on Tron's face had him gradually lessen his hold on his axe.

'Hey, kiddo,' Tron said. 'Look, I'm…really sorry about all that nasty junk I yelled at you earlier. I just…lost my head for a moment. No—I…I had lost my head ever since this whole mess happened. I know; that doesn't make any of it any better. I just…don't know what's going on…' Tron was a strong and proud girl, but even she was having trouble keeping the tears forming in her eyes from falling. 'I'm some sort of gh-ghost stranded in the middle of nowhere with people I don't know, a-and for all I know my crew needs me out there somewhere—my Servbots are undoubtedly freaking out, and Teisel must be losing his mind. And then there's poor Bon Bonne, the s-sweet little g-guy…' Almost the instant she said that name, the girl's eyes flew wide open with horrific realization, and suddenly her stance was no longer stable as she kept repeating "oh god" with increasing alarm and tears flowing like streams. Celeste immediately knew what was happening to the girl and flew over to comfort her and keep the onset of a panic attack at bay. Whatever remained of Redd's hostility toward Tron Bonne disappeared upon seeing a girl who was no longer glowering at him with acid laced in every sound she made—rather a girl who was struggling to keep herself from breaking over having lost a loved one. Given this person's shared surname and her "sweet little" description, it was easy for Redd to put two and two together to figure out who this person was to her.

'…' The nameless spirit watched as Tron Bonne was grieving in broken sobbing, and Celeste shared in the girl's pain with tears of her own, gently holding Tron in her arms as a mother would do her heartbroken child. Redd, shaking his head in sympathy, walked up to Tron and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, having forgotten his axe completely. Though Redd and Celeste couldn't see it, Tron raised her head, still sobbing, but expression was marred with unadulterated hatred as her hands clawed at the ground. The spirit knew Tron Bonne was not directing the look at it but knew how intense the emotion was, so rather than attempting to dissuade Tron Bonne from the dark thoughts bubbling up, the spirit soothed her with an aura that let her know it was with her, and she nodded in response.

'Thank you guys, all of you,' Tron Bonne said, grateful that she had others to help her. 'I'll be okay in a little bit. Just…give me some time and space to calm down.' Celeste and Redd slowly backed off and let Tron Bonne readjust herself once she stood. Taking a few more breaths to steady herself and a good minute to gather her thoughts, Tron Bonne wiped away the last tears on her face and her eyes took on the look of steel.

'How are you feeling right now dearie?' Celeste asked.

'Ready to get out there and kick butt!' Tron Bonne answered, catching her fist and raring to go.

'Please, let us take caution while we're out here young miss. Surely there is a good number of unfriendly folk waiting to jump out at us.' Tron Bonne would have responded with her usual boasting—fueled by an intense desire to pay Galeem back for the pain he wrought upon her and her crew, but the owl gave her a gentle and worrying look that dissuaded her from trying to do anything reckless. After all, everyone present had already died once and no one wanted to risk getting themselves somehow killed again without any way of coming back. Tron Bonne nodded and smiled at Celeste.

'Don't you worry about little ol' me ma'am. I'm not gonna do anything stupid out here.'

'Truly?' Celeste was met with Tron Bonne kneeling to her height once again and with the girl staring into the older woman's eyes. Confidence shone in them once again, and there was a layer of sincerity beneath that as well as Tron Bonne took Celeste's wings into her own hands.

'I promise. I don't wanna do anything to make you upset over me.' Tron Bonne surprised the owl with a hug of her own, also surprising herself at how friendly she was being with her. Perhaps the overall kind and motherly way Celeste was toward her was starting to rub off on her already, and it was so long since the last time she had such a motherly figure around her. Her own mother and father were long dead, and her brothers Teisel and Bon Bonne were the only family she had left; having a gentle and supporting person there for her helped put her at ease despite their situation, and it made her even more determined to help set things right. After letting go of the other woman, she turned to Redd and the nameless spirit. 'You hear that? I'll be doing my part to help this little gang out, so I expect you guys to be pulling your weight too!' Redd and the nameless spirit exchanged bemused glances but shrugged it off and smiled back at her. 'Alright team, let's get on out there!'

A jog south had brought the team into a fork in the road, with one leading toward the east into a racetrack while the other headed further south into more obscuring clouds. No matter which path they picked, there were hostile puppet fighters awaiting their arrival.

'Alrighty guys, time to make a call on which road we take,' Tron Bonne said. The nameless spirit was still spent of spare energy from the battle against the Guardian Stalker spirit it had participated in, so the east road was automatically a no-go in its eyes seeing how the team was not ready to deal with four Inklings with only one able-bodied fighter among them. It's attention was toward the south where a false Palutena accompanied by a false Roy. Despite the number disadvantage still being present, it was simply a two against one ordeal. With its mind made up, it voiced its thoughts to the others about their next destination.

'I mean, I guess that's not too bad an option,' Tron Bonne said. 'Still, we can't exactly see what's past those clouds. What if it's a trap lying ahead for us?'

'You do raise a good point Miss Bonne,' Celeste said. 'Going off of experience, I know how the clouds conceal unpleasant surprises for the unprepared. I do hope little Kirby, Mario, and the other two are doing well.'

'Kirby? Mario? Who're they?' Realizing that Tron Bonne was locked out of the loop of the happenings as of late, the nameless spirit took the time to quickly abridge what had transpired since the beginning of its journey with Kirby. This satisfied Celeste and Redd with how articulate it was, also appreciating how they were updated on the things that happened before their rescue. Strangely though, Tron Bonne didn't immediately voice her thanks, instead silently giving the nameless spirit a careful look. The rest of the group picked up on this and asked Tron Bonne if there was anything wrong, to which she nonchalantly denied. While this bothered the nameless spirit, it decided to let the subject drop and proceed with their journey.

Meanwhile, Lilina could hardly find it in her to carry out her new duty of standing guard for any and all threats to her new lord's plans. The last thing she remembered before being dragged into yet another war was talking with her longtime friend and crush Roy Reynolds; he had been recovering from a match against Marth and Lucina while partnered with Chrom, and to his embarrassment he was the first one to be eliminated in the team battle. She attempted to comfort him with the knowledge that at least his team still won in the end thanks to his partner Chrom, and though his pride stung a little he could find solace in that fact. As she was asking him if he had met any new friends (particularly any female ones she had yet to meet) since his return to the Super Smash Bros. tournament of 2018, explosions went off outside on the tournament grounds and the two of them rushed off to investigate. For reasons she could not fathom, the host himself (Master Hand if she recalled correctly) had set fire to the arenas, forcing everyone not a fighter to scramble for cover and those who could fight stood their ground.

Lilina had been warned by Roy not to do anything reckless considering her total lack of experience dealing with Master Hand, but she had to try anyways. Thanking her foresight of bringing the legendary Forblaze tome with her, she cast the powerful spell on Master Hand—only to freeze in horror when she found that the attack did nothing. It was not long after that when the god hand snapped—literally—and before the young mage in training knew it her legs would not move. She knew what was happening to her at that point: petrification. The only thing she could do was tearfully cry out for Roy, but she knew that this was no magic her world could deal with so she bid a heartbroken farewell to the young man she loved so dearly before darkness took her.

Not to soon after the experience, though she could not move, see, or hear, she could still feel that her body was quickly burned away by a malefic light, and there was where she was forced to occupy not just another woman's body but that of her one true lord Roy, and she was set upon the world to carry out her new master's bidding. Had it been someone else in control of Roy's body, she wouldn't have felt so despondent; having another soul to talk to would have helped her psyche immensely, even if they were inhabiting the body of her crush. Alas, she was alone, trapped in one body while only barely controlling another which was nothing short of taxing on her mind. She once considered doing herself in to spare herself this hell, but a small part of her held on to the hope that everything would turn out fine in the end. Roy was no ordinary lord after all if his decisive victory over the Demon Dragon Idunn alone was proof of that, and he had gained extraordinary allies during his tenure in the Super Smash Bros. tournaments. Still, it was dangerous to have hope in times like these—better to not get ones hopes up too much lest they be sorely crushed.

Lilina made to at least do her job if Galeem was the sort to punish laziness born of depression, so she used her two bodies to scan over the area for a little while then take a break. Both to her fortune and misfortune, her primary body's eyes caught the sight of a group of other people advancing her way; how overjoyed she was that there were others out there that she could talk to—to get her out of this hell she was flung into. Her joy soon turned into despair when she felt the bodies she was controlling suddenly be wrenched from her control as they stood ready to battle, and whether she knew it or not she slowly stopped caring about being saved—only that she did not disappoint both Roy and Galeem in intercepting these interlopers.

'Hang back guys,' Tron Bonne said to her team, 'I get first dibs…' The others were confused as to what she meant before she charged at the puppet fighter, with Redd attempting to dissuade her. When Tron Bonne reared up a kick aimed at the small Palutena, she failed to notice that neither puppet fighter did anything to stop her, and when her leg finally swung at them she could only feel her other foot leaving the ground before she fell flat on her back.

'Yeouch!' Tron was wondering what had happened and struggled to get up until she felt herself being made stiff against her own will. 'H-Hey, what's going on?'

'How is it that you thought a spirit could do anything to me?' Lilina mocked through Palutena's mouth.

'But…but I—' It didn't make any sense to Tron Bonne; she had grabbed Redd earlier in a fit of rage and was ready to smash his face in, yet here she completely went right through Lilina.

'Spirits cannot directly attack other beings,' Lilina spoke again through Roy's body, 'a failsafe Lord Galeem put in place in the event any traitors were to go against them.' Now realizing the situation she was in, Tron Bonne tried to run back to the others but found herself still before Lilina spoke again. 'Lord Galeem has granted their loyal soldiers the ability to detain unruly and traitorous spirits through their power to be brought back for rehabilitation. You—Tron Bonne—will serve as an example for those who decide to follow in your footsteps. This goes for the rest of you.' Lilina brought her attention to the others and pointed directly at the nameless spirit. 'You in particular will be met with the full brunt of Lord Galeem's punishment for defying them.' The nameless spirit remained silent but it harbored a cold fury towards the puppet fighter. 'You and all the other rogue spirits who defy Lord Galeem will swiftly be brought to justice.' Rogue spirits? Redd wondered what Lilina was talking about—and how much of what was being said was Lilina or not—but he was not about to let his friends be taken away from him, and with both the nameless spirit and Celeste quickly jumping inside to grant him power he ran toward the possessed pair with a flower pot in hand. The false Palutena braced for the impact but did not count on the false Roy being beaned in the face with the pot instead, breaking Lilina's focus and allowing Tron Bonne to get out of the possessed puppets' ranges once she was freed. To prevent the false Palutena from trying the same, Redd quickly pulled out his lumberjack's axe and swung at the false Palutena to throw her off balance. Once Tron Bonne was safely out of harm's way, Redd knew that it was only a matter of time until the battle started.

'You would challenge me while outnumbered?' Lilina questioned. 'Curious little fellow you are. Very well then, I accept your challenge.?' Just as Lilina rose both her bodies' weapons into the air, they caught intense fire before slamming back down to the ground, turning everything around the group into a burning battlefield. When the flames cleared, they were at Gaur Plains with the great Mechonis overlooking the battlefield from afar. Redd could hear the other villagers in him cheering him on alongside the nameless spirit and Celeste, and with his axe in hand he was ready to do battle. 'I am Lilina—daughter of the late Marquess Hector of Ostia—and I challenge you to a duel!'

Lilina was the first to go on the offensive, using her new body's scepter to cast explosion after explosion at Redd, who in his exhausted state from earlier was finding more and more difficulty evading them. He knew he couldn't keep dodging forever, and before that time came he switched to the offensive and darted up to Lilina to catch her with his own projectiles. Naturally, she raised her shield to activate Reflect Barrier to return them all back to sender, but in her distraction she failed to notice the villager going over her head, and he promptly bashed her with a handful of turnips before launching her skyward with his fireworks. The boy leapt up at her to continue his attack, but when he looked up to the false Palutena he caught a glimpse of something he shouldn't have seen, and in his daze he was quickly swatted back down to the ground with a purging kick. Lilina had landed back safely but was mortified at what had just happened, covering her crotch with her face ablaze as she stared at the boy before her in disbelief. Redd meanwhile was being laughed at by a few of the other boys while the girls mostly sighed.

'Oh dear…' Celeste felt sorry for Redd, pitying the boy who was just about to have his innocence destroyed in short notice.

'Y-You…' Lilina couldn't believe that the boy had snuck a peek up her dress as she was airborne, and she didn't want to think of what it was that he saw before angrily declaring that she was not going to let that happen again. She took to the back and took to the false Roy for battle. Unsurprisingly, she had quite a bit of difficulty actually using Roy's body for battle at first, though possibly because of Galeem's influence she found herself acclimating to it quite easily. It was a strange feeling possessing an empty shell in the likeness of a loved one, but this was quickly subdued in light of the fight. Redd was thrown off by how quickly Lilina took to Roy's body as her attacks went from clumsy to nearly expert in a matter of seconds, forcing him on the defensive. When Lilina realized what was going on, she threw in another problem for him to deal with for extra measure; commanding her false Palutena body she cast Explosive Flame at Redd every time he thought he was safe from Roy, managing to nick him a few times and setting him up for Roy's Binding Blade. The other kids urged Redd to keep going on despite the disadvantage he was at, and the nameless spirit was doing its best to keep the boy energized while struggling to build up enough energy to join the fight itself.

'Resistance is futile,' Lilina said through Roy. 'Surrender now and I will convince Lord Galeem to lessen your punishment. Refuse and I will make you wish otherwise…' Redd couldn't give up after finally setting out on his journey, but he knew his options were running out, and a much-maligned voice in his head reminded him as much.

'Come on now, you know what you need to do…' the voice said. 'Just let me have a crack at them and I'll make sure you won't be the one groveling on the floor for mercy…' Redd vehemently brushed the voice off and stood to his feet; planting a special sapling into the ground and watering it more than what was necessary, the sapling grew into a mother of a super tree that let off a strange red glow, and to help cover him Redd called upon his pal Lloyd to further the next part of his plan. Not entirely sure of what Redd was doing, Lilina quickly cast Explosive Flame to temporarily destroy Lloyd and used Roy's body to close in on the tree Red had planted with the hopes of cutting it down before he did. Despite striking the tree it did not suffer so much of a scratch, and it ended up glowing a brighter red than before. Redd himself was busy hacking at the tree from behind as Roy's body continued slashing at the tree in vain. Lilina herself was wondering why her efforts to cut the tree down on top of Redd weren't working and failed to realize in time that the more she struck it the more intense it glowed. Finally, Redd had finished cutting the tree down with his axe, and now that he had Roy's body where he wanted it, he sprang from behind the felled tree to catch the false Roy in his net to keep him from escaping.

'No!' Lilina had finally realized what Redd had planned too late, she could only watch as Redd darted away from Roy's body, leaving his opponent to be crushed under his specialized counter tree. With all the damage taken by the tree and with it being a giant one at that, the false Roy was killed instantly once the tree fell upon him. The psychic shock of having one of her controlled bodies brutally done in forced Lilina's remaining body into an arrest of sorts. Seeing his chance, Redd hopped on a respawned Lloyd and rode his friend right into the girl gasping for air, and with the explosion knocking her off of the battlefield Redd slammed into her again with his turnips, sending her deep into the abyss. Knowing that her momentary shock wouldn't last for much longer, Redd dug around in his pockets for the heaviest bowling ball he could find and promptly dropped it on Lilina, plunging the mage far out of sight and ending her assault once and for all.

For his troubles Redd was congratulated by his friends for his resourcefulness—although another voice in his head merely dismissed the effort as "cowardly", and when the dust settled the group found themselves back in the southern pass with no sign of Lilina nearby. Soon the blinding clouds dissipated, and when they cleared the group saw a great plateau stretching out before them, and in its center was a Sheikah Tower standing tall and proud amidst the ruinous environment. The nameless spirit thought back to the last time it had to fight atop the tower and shuddered at the thought of what could be lurking near it this time, though the others assured it that it was merely for decorative purposes—stating that even Galeem must have had a need for such things for its planned new world. With that thought comforting it, the nameless spirit was ready to continue on with its new friends—at least until a body floated down before them. It was Lilina—her eyes gently closed and her hands clasped over her chest as if she was asleep, and she landed on the ground surrounded by all sorts of knick-knacks. Considering her prior hostility, no one dared get too close to her without remaining on guard, and eventually her eyes slowly opened to the blue sky above her.

'Mmmph…' The young mage slowly sat herself up massaging her troubled temples, though the moment she caught the sight of the others before her she was quick to launch into a panic and frantically backed away from them—remembering her ill-fated battle against Redd. Her hand slammed itself on something sharp and she retracted it from what appeared to be a green hexagon with "SP" branded on it. Still seeing the heroes in front of her, Lilina rose to her feet and assumed a defensive stance, not exactly having caught on to her situation just yet.

'S-Stay back!' she commanded. 'I can still fight!'

'No you can't,' Tron Bonne plainly told her. 'You're a spirit now; that means you can't hurt us and we can't hurt you.'

'W-What do you mean?'

'Look at yourself and see what I mean.' Lilina did as she was told and saw herself looking normal as usual, though there was the detail of a multicolored aura surrounding herself alongside the very slight translucency. 'H-How did this happen? What did you—'

'Whoa, whoa, hold on for a second,' Tron Bonne said trying to clear up the situation. 'You were already like that, just like me and a few others here. This Galeem jerk destroyed our real bodies and stuffed us into fakes of our friends—or enemies in some cases.' Lilina was confused for a moment until it all came back to her; she knew that Tron Bonne was right because she remembered the exact thing happening to her, and most notable was that she remembered Roy himself screaming all sorts of profanities at Galeem that she never knew he was capable of saying.

'O-Oh, of course…' Lilina was still wondering what it was that made her attack the others given that she had no actual hostility toward them, and the only explanation she could think of was that Galeem was warping her mind to get her to fight them, and even scarier was that she couldn't even notice it happening because it felt all too natural for her to do so, a thought that made her feel even more horrible. 'I—I am so sorry…I never meant to…'

'Hey, don't feel bad over it, we've all been there too…' Tron Bonne said, sympathizing with the other girl who was currently trying to keep herself together on her knees again.

'I promise you dearie, we're here to rescue you and your friends from this nightmare,' Celeste said, closing the distance between her and the shell-shocked lass. 'I know how frightening this experience is—to have your heart turned against you to commit evil and used as a puppet…' Celeste wrapped her wings around the girl to soothe the oncoming breakdown 'But I promise you this: you are now in the arms of friends who are more than happy to help you on this perilous road…' Tron Bonne went up to Lilina to share in the love Celeste was showing her, helping a fellow teenaged girl who was going through rough times, and Lilina was so relieved to have genuine allies that while even thought the tears did not stop, they were no longer that of sadness and fear but of knowing that she was no longer alone in this mangled world. It was almost as if the motherly general Cecilia was here comforting her all over again in place of her own mother who she never had the chance to know.

After the outpour of emotions subsided, Lilina felt ready enough to stand up again and dry her tears. 'Thank you both, I really needed that…' She turned to the weary yet amicable Redd who was having his wounds tended to by the nameless spirit. 'And I must thank you for freeing me from that monster's control. I apologize in not having much to do for you to repay this act of kindness, but what I do have I swear that I shall use to the fullest to assist you.' Redd just gave her a bright smile and a thumbs up in response. 'Although, I do not think we are entirely ready to venture onward just yet; if what you say about spirits being unable to fight is true, it would be unwise to continue further with only one exhausted unit to carry our team. Let us pick a safe spot to gather our strength.' Everyone else was easily in agreement, and Lilina was about to take off with the others until she remembered that there were still a variety of items on the ground. Curiosity got the better of her and she knelt down to scoop a variety of these objects into her arms, and the spherical ones emitted a most pleasing fragrance that Lilina found hard to resist. Picking up on the cue, Redd alongside Tron Bonne and Celeste went to collect the remainder of these items.

Backtracking to find a better spot and not run into enemies, Redd's group found themselves back at the crossroad, still barricaded by the barrier Master Hand had put in place. Still, it was likely nothing else was going to get through it, so the group decided to rest here until Redd had enough energy to get going again. In the meantime, they all decided to pass the time with simple small talk about who they were and where they came from.

'Wait, so you the daughter of a legendary general?' Tron Bonne asked Lilina. 'Get out of here!'

'It's true,' Lilina said. 'My father Hector was greatly renowned for his hand in the defeat of the dark druid Nergal, fighting alongside his best friend and honorary brother Lord Eliwood—Roy's father.'

'Heh, I bet the two of you grew up like siblings because of your dads being good friends and all.' The comment made Lilina blush hard and look away from Tron Bonne, giving the pirate lass reason to do a double take. 'Wait, you two were raised like brother and sister right?'

'N-Not exactly… We were…very close childhood friends, though when you put it like that, well…'

'Whoa, hang on, I didn't mean anything like that! I just…'

'I know what you mean, though that does make things a tad awkward now that you've mentioned that dynamic between us. Regardless, Roy has always been the one I could call upon most, and his heart full of bravery and righteousness more than anything has certainly won my heart over.' Lilina could only smile at the thought of the young lord that made her heart melt like pudding, and Tron Bonne could see how deeply smitten the young girl was with him. But with the way she was phrasing things, Lilina never made it clear whether or not anything came out of them, and Tron Bonne being a girl crushing on a boy herself she simply had to know.

'So, you guys ever, you know…made the jump?'

'…Huh?'

'You know—you guys ever become boyfriend and girlfriend?' Lilina paused for a good while and only looked away from Tron, still blushing furiously but not saying anything to confirm or deny the other girl's words. 'Hey, come on now, it'll be between just us girls.'

'W-Well, th-that's not really it…'

'Aw, come on, you can tell me. Pretty please?'

'Now, now, Miss Bonne,' Celeste interrupted. 'Miss Lilina is not entirely comfortable sharing that information just yet. Give her time to sort out her thoughts.'

'Oh, alright, if you say so Miss Celeste.

'S-Sorry…I just, um,'

'Hey, take it easy girlfriend, I can wait.'

'Oh, a-alright. So…is there someone you like?'

'Definitely! See, his name is Volnutt, and—' Celeste found herself giggling at how the battle-hardened Tron Bonne and Lilina were quickly bonding over simple things like boy crushes. It made her feel at ease that they could so easily slip into positive things amidst the emptiness of the new world. Meanwhile, Redd was resting up with the nameless spirit tending to his injuries as fast as it could, and Redd remembered the many items they had taken with them on the way to their resting spot. Among them were three types of spherical objects that came in small green ones, medium-sized orange ones, and larger red ones, and other items included multicolored spheres with eight-point stars inside them and the same green hexagons with "SP" branded on them. Redd of course was totally clueless on what these items were, but fortunately for him the nameless spirit was able to explain what each item was in-depth.

The spherical objects were snacks made especially for spirits and their colors denoted how much the spirits would like them (from green to orange to red in ascending order); while others could eat them if they wanted to stave off hunger as usual, only spirits could truly benefit from their intended purpose: rare candy-esque treats. Primary spirits (of which Tron Bonne and Lilina were designated as thanks to the delta symbol on their chests) would increase in power from consuming them until they were "spiritually full"—meaning they would no longer have need of sustenance and simultaneously reach the peak of their power. Of course, they could work themselves to that goal simply by lending their power to physical fighters such as Redd and the other villagers. While Redd and the others were fascinated by the explanation, Tron Bonne found herself staring at the nameless spirit in neutral silence. The other items were explained to be "Skill Spheres" for the multicolored spheres—objects that unlock more of the nameless spirit's abilities for a certain number of them collected, and "SP"—a form of currency in Galeem's new world in place of whatever currency the others were used to.

'My word,' Celeste said. 'That is quite the treasure trove of knowledge you possess. I'm certain it will serve us all well on this journey.'

'Yeah, that certainly is a lot of knowledge…' Tron Bonne was brought back to her suspicions of the nameless spirit, namely over how much it knew about the world's inner workings while everyone else knew next to nothing about what Galeem had done to it. Tron Bonne knew something was up about this particular spirit, especially since unlike her, Lilina, and Celeste, it bore no distinguishable features so they couldn't tell who or what it really was.

'Now that you mention it, I am feeling a little famished,' Lilina said. 'Mayhap I could try one of these morsels?' Redd was happy to oblige the mage and handed her a large red snack, and the moment she bit into it she knew she had just found flavor heave. Against her proper upbringing the girl tore into the treat with gusto, much to everyone's laughter and to her immediate embarrassment afterward, though she let it go in light of the large power boost she obtained from the morsel. Eventually, the rest of the group tried them out and shared in the mirth the ensuing small talk brought—saving the red and orange ones for Lilina and Tron Bonne considering the snacks' effects. Soon, Redd had finally regained his strength after recovering from his injuries, though he elected to take a back seat this time and let one of the other village kids take the reins the time being, having been mentally exhausted from his encounters. After some talk between the other kids over who would take command this time, the consensus was reached that Rose would be the one to handle their shared body for a while. With that settled, Redd's body began to change in a bright glow, and in a flash the body had changed to reflect its current owner; a red riding jacket over a white dress faming a feminine shape, black leggings worn under tan boots, and pink hair tied in a ponytail over a pair of red eyes signified Rose being the new villager in charge.

Now out and ready to continue on with the adventure, Rose eagerly led the rest of her group on towards the great plateau. While Rose herself was conversing with the nameless spirit on their next move as Celeste and Lilina chatted, Tron Bonne was near the rear of the group keeping a cautious eye on the nameless spirit. The fact that the spirit knew so much about what was going on while everyone else was mostly left in the dark certainly bothered her. While the others readily trusted the spirit and quickly took to the vast wealth of knowledge it possessed, she wasn't so quick to do the same. Tron's intuition told her that the spirit was hiding a good deal of information that the group would really benefit from knowing, and despite not liking the feeling that they were all being led into a trap the girl knew that the best way to get the spirit to show its true colors was to wait and let it play out its cards—acting too soon would compromise their situation. So Tron Bonne, acting in the interests of her newfound friends, swore to keep her eyes peeled for the mysterious spirit, to protect them however she could from any hidden schemes the spirit may be plotting against their well-being, or her name isn't Tron Bonne—genius heiress of the Bonne Pirates.