{The silence is deafening, the noise is submissive.}
Reveria placed her palm flat on the residential door, a glimmer of a white sigil rolling underneath her skin and keeping whatever daemons that would try and haunt the innocent family out; terrified out of their minds and unable to leave due to the recent arrival of their newborn. She panted once and peered up as the swift sound caught her attention, Noctis in an aerial battle against a Harpie but the fight had already finished as he landed beside her. "Meet up with Prompto," he told her, spinning on his heels as a dark, spluttering mass erupted from the ground and spewed out a few Hobgoblins. "I'll deal with these guys."
"After everything I did to reunite with you and you're already leaving me?" she scoffed, throwing Ragnarok up in the air and waving her other hand. "I thought you had a heart, Noct."
He smirked, "Don't worry. We'll have time to talk, but I'm pretty sure Prompto's gonna need you for the end game."
"You're right." Just as Noctis was about to launch forward to meet his opponents, Reveria's sword stabbed itself into the concrete and on impact summoned a static, white sigil. "Ragnarok: Sola Key." Her words reached the Void and the sigil let out a blinding light that staggered the Hobgoblins and reduced them to painful sneering and howling, her weapon transforming into his vessel and taking stance beside the Lucian Prince. "3 minutes, max."
"Gonna need less time than that, Rev," Noctis called out to her just before she whispered to herself, the Void shifting her body through space-time until she stumbled into the city square, her body humming violet glass. Before she could even think about her next course of action her arms instinctively reached out to catch Prompto, his little jump-and-fire trick almost costing him an injury he'd whine about for a few hours. Hell, he barely made it into her arms if she didn't lunge forward to catch him, but the look in his eyes when he turned to thank her was enough for Reveria to let it go. For now.
The city centre.
She jogged towards the mass of people gathering and hoped that this was everyone minus those she sealed in their houses and took a deep breath. The Void listened intently as white sigils shuddered above the crowd, startling a few unsuspecting people, and Reveria closed her eyes as the arcana pulsed and weaved underneath her fingers. It wasn't a tricky spell to complete and she exhaled softly, the white sigils flashing gold before glossing over. "We're done!" She called out to Prompto as she dropped her arms, the Void muttering a word of approval as Noctis joined her side. "Not too shabby, Prince."
"What did I tell you?" Noctis grinned before his serious expression returned. "Where's Gladio and Iggy?"
"Still at the plant so Ragnarok's gone as backup. Didn't think it would take so long to return the power."
"But the longer we're without it, the more daemons are gonna be drawn to the place," Prompto winced. Reveria reacted to the gunslinger before the Void whined underneath the silence and she narrowed her eyes at the steps leading to the main entrance of Lestallum, a gust of black smoke circling. The smoke bellowed out the same spluttering mass but the puddle was bigger than the rest they've dealt with and Noctis widened his eyes as a slender arm wielding a curved sword stretched out of it and he changed weapons instantly, swapping his Engine Blade for a heavier weapon, the Apocalypse. Reveria noticed and smirked.
"Nice sword."
"Thanks."
"Won't get far with warp-striking."
"It's weird though," Prompto commented as he clocked the shade of the kimono that was adorned on the daemon. "It's different from the others...the colours, they're..."
Reveria inhaled. "It's an Ayakashi, the worst of its kind. We're running out of time. If we're even a second late, it'll slaughter everyone."
"We won't let that happen."
"No, we won't. Prompto, you're on critical. We'll try and break the sword. My magic's not at 100% but if it tries anything funny, I'll counter." She looked at Noctis again, "And Noct, swap to Radiant Lance." Noctis, upon swapping weapons again, was the first to move; he performed a half-spin before releasing the polearm and Reveria read through his moves and summoned sigils in the air to guide him towards the daemon before he even let go, Noctis cocking a brow just as he warped to his weapon. Prompto was next, his firearm appearing in his grasp in blue glass as he ran towards the daemon already preparing to fire. It would take one wrong move for the end. One single miscalculation that would mean the lives of everyone huddled in the city centre. Exceeding her limits would break her Keys but there wasn't enough time. The Void listened intently.
Just this once.
She strengthened the protective Key hovering over the people before sprinting towards the fight, whispering two words and throwing her arms behind her. A silver sigil shuddered into existence and with it a polearm sporting similar accents to Ragnarok's original form but in a shade of cerulean. Merely a step behind Noctis, she barely missed the wide swing. The Void was adamant but she hushed it, the usage of a blessing of the Six was pointless for just a battle with a single daemon, her gauntlet humming with raw energy as she spun her polearm and aimed for the hilt of the Ayakashi's blade. The daemon was faster and stepped back just as she was in reach and Reveria stumbled forward, almost meeting her maker if Noctis didn't block the attack. He was knocked back into her but she summoned a gold key and Noctis parried swiftly, breaking the daemon's guard. But then it twirled its blade and Reveria lunged forward.
"Sola Key!" The Ayakashi's blade was stabbed into the ground, a pool of miasma spilling outwards before a violent flurry of dark blades shot out of the concrete. While Reveria and Noctis were standing in the puddle, the white sigil rotating underneath their boots nulled the attack completely as if it never existed and she felt the daemon hesitate even if it was for a second. Noctis could only stare at his younger cousin as she heaved; so this was the Voidwalker at work. Not even at her best and her magic was incredible to witness, to feel synergising with his own.
The Void whispered. Reveria widened her eyes. "Shit!" She spun on her heels and threw her polearm towards Prompto, Noctis unable to move fast enough as the daemon dissipated in a cloud of miasma before him. The gunslinger was in the middle of reloading a third time when the polearm was struck into the ground beside him and the smoky haze was above him when the Ayakashi materialised with deadly intent. The curved blade was already aimed for Prompto's head and his thoughts ran blank, his body unable to move at the sudden fear of dying but the Void granted her wish and she appeared in a fuzz of burning purple, her teeth bared as she blocked the vicious attack with Ragnarok. The blow was devastating, the concrete cracking on impact, and she glared past her attacker. "Noct!"
"On it!" And he warp-struck the unsuspecting daemon from behind with his polearm infused with magic from the key Reveria placed down earlier. The Ayakashi took the blow and countered with a back-kick that crunched into Noctis' midsection and flung him metres away from the fight. He didn't move once he tumbled to a stop, the Radiance Lance clattering beside him and Prompto gasped.
The Void fell quiet. Reveria's jaw clenched as the mark on her cheekbone suddenly began to glow.
The Ayakashi stalked backwards with its curved blade over its shoulder, its posture undisturbed, when a pair of familiar swords shuddered into Reveria's grasp but Prompto couldn't even do as much as grab her arm when she blurred forward. She struck hard, the daemon staggering back as she worked the blades like a dance. The daemon went for another wide sweep and she aerial-stepped over the blade, bringing the hilts together to form a single blade before channeling holy magic and striking it across the chest. Miasma sprayed out of the deep gash but no wail was heard when it stumbled back, trying to protect its new flesh wound.
The Void was still. Reveria gathered the silence underneath the noise.
The daemon was thrusted into the air by one of her nameless Keys and Reveria detached the hilts to form two swords but then she let one of them go, the blade floating there unaffected by its weight to pull it down to the centre of Eos. She lowered her stance to the ground and the gauntlet was singing wildly, but she just needed a moment to collect herself. This was a stupid idea, Prompto could easily jump in the fight and take the Ayakashi down with a few bullets but she was far from fighting easy. The Voidwalker can't even do her fucking mission right.
She scowled.
Prompto reeled back in shock; he only saw her clothes ruffle in imaginary winds and her hand move position every slightly but that was it. The daemon that was in the air finally dissipated and the gunslinger could breathe a long sigh of relief now that the fight was over but he watched as Reveria struggled to stand, Ragnarok appearing in his vessel to lend Noctis a hand as he slowly recovered from the blow. As he took a step, the city lights flickered back on one by one and cheering channelled through from the city centre. With Noctis attended to, he instead jogged over to Reveria but suddenly lunged forward when her balance rocked her backwards and into his awaiting arms. "Huh," she chuckled as her body relaxed against Prompto's, her gauntlet sizzling and letting off a sharp, acidic smell. It was a stark contrast to his much more sweeter smell, and the sensory information took her back in time for a moment; she would've blushed if she wasn't in so much pain. "Thanks...for the assist…"
"What did you do? Why's your gauntlet...burning?"
"I...got greedy. Ragnarok," she tried to call out to her weapon. "What happened?"
"Amicitia and Scientia ran into a few daemons on the way but they'll return any moment now."
"And Noctis?"
"He's not used to mixing Lucian magic with yours…" Ragnarok looked back at the twosome. "It's been so long."
"When did he...there's no way. How did he―"
Prompto tried to fall into the discussion, "What? Do you mean..."
She lifted her crimson gaze to stare into ocean blues, the tension growing as what Noctis managed to do dawning on her, "Bahamut. He mixed our magic to force summon Bahamut."