Izunia
Has short dark gray hair and dark red eyes. She is clad in her form fitting hooded black and white rogue armor set with gold accents complete with gauntlets, grieves and a gold-embroidered white cape with black fur on its collar.
Evunial Vas Elvhenan
Has short silver and blue hair. He heterochromic eyes. His left is gold like his brother's and the other Sapphire sheen. He is wearing a shimmering white and gold armor. His chest piece is not covered by his white hooded fur overcoat.
Abraxas:
A draconic Elf commander. He has shoulder length jet black hair and silver eyes with tanned skin. He wears heavy dragon plate armor complete with a dragon shaped helmet with royal blue robes draped over the armor and was equiped with a white and blue great sword on his back.
Araina
A beautiful and busty elf with gold hair. She has heterochromic eyes. one green and the other red.
Azanar Vas Elvhenan
Azanar has very long crimson hair that flows like fire over his pale features. He has heterochromic eyes. His left is gold like his brother's and the other an emerald sheen. He wares a armor of golden plate laid upon crimson fabric with a gold embroidered red hooded cloak and was made to resemble the dragon hunter armor from the Dragon age series. He is in plain clothes curently which consists of a white dress shirt, silver over coat and pants and shoes.
Haleir:
Haleir is a small elf who has slightly tanned skin, wild shoulder length red hair, with one green eye and the other blue. She wears a white furr cloak made from a wolf's pelt which hid most of her small frame over a white and blue tribal top and shorts. she also has two Daggers one sheathed to her lower back and one the other to her right thigh.
Argon:
Argon is a giant of an elf, has tan skin, light green eyes, and long black hair, which is shaved bald on the sides and styled into a ponytail reaching his lower back. He is clad in a caped gold and silver-colored set of Pathfinder full plate Dragon Bone armor.
Uriel:
A beautiful elf with short black hair, olive skin and green eyes with intricate markings resembling branches starting on her forehead and ending just below her eyes.
Ricca:
fair skinned with dirty blonde hair. Has a small goatee and blue eyes. He wears gray iron armor.
Calder:
A young man in a blue caped full set of silver plate armor. He has rainy white medium-lenght hair and icy white eyes
The sun had begun its descent over the village as screams of terror and battle echoed throughout. Torn up bodies and viscera of slain soldiers littered the ground as survivors ran for their lives. One of the men ran through the streets frantically. He then took a corner and was grabbed by a sylvan. The man screamed and struggled to break free as the tree monster brought him closer and closer to it's gaping maw.
"Help me, please! Someone!...,"
he screamed as the creature drew him in closer. Just then, flaming arrows hit the monster in the back, setting it ablaze.
"Got it!! We were almost too late."
A man holding a bow said as a group of soldiers stood behind him.
"Get over here! While it's trying to put itself out!"
The solder then ran toward the archer. The archer had short light blue hair, brown eyes, and light skin and was wearing bronze and brown leather armor. The soldier reached the archer and spoke.
"Thank you, lieutenant! Thought I was a goner."
The archer then replied.
"No, thanks needed, just get back to the center of town and tell the captain the way to the south exit is almost clear."
The soldier then saluted and then ran toward the center of town. The tree monster then shook off l the last bit of fire and continued toward the lieutenant.
The blue-haired man then crouched low and unsheathed two daggers before speaking.
"Alright ugly, let's go. (MARTIAL ARTS: ABILITY BOOST, GREATER ABILITY BOOST, GALE ACCELERATION! )"
The man then launched himself at the monster with incredible speed ducking under The Sylvan's hook-like claws before yelling.
"(MARTIAL ART: BURNING STRIKE").
His daggers then glowed red hot and cut deep into the monster's leg. The man then slid between the monster's legs and began running as fire busted forth from the monster's wound. The beast then roared in pain before turning and chasing the man around the corner of a building and kept moving aimlessly deeper into the town.
The Archer then emerged from the building he had hidden in and sighed with relief as the beast got further and further away. A voice suddenly rang out, calling to him.
"Anders!"
Two soldiers called out to the blue-haired man as they approached. One had dirty blond hair, brown eyes, and light skin. The other had black hair, green eyes, and tan skin. Anders then addressed the men.
"Micha, Calve. How did it go."
The black-haired man suddenly spoke.
"Calve, and I were able to lead the tree monster to the east."
Calve then spoke.
"It was just like you said. Once it lost sight of us, it just wandered off."
Anders then spoke.
"Good. I just sent one off too. As strong as these things are, they aren't very bright."
Calve then replied.
"You got that right."
Just then, the sound of heavy footsteps rang out from the east.
Micha then spoke.
"What the hell is that?"
Anders then replied,
"Nothing good..."
The trio then looked to the east and saw the source of the sound, A massive sylvan making its way toward them. Calve then spoke.
"Holy crap!! Look at the size of that thing!!"
Micha then replied.
"Yeah, but all we have to do is get it going in the opposite direction, right?"
The creature then stopped and stared at the three men as if observing. Anders then spoke. Worry in his voice.
"No, there is something off about this one... It's different than the others in more than just it's size... Get back to the commander. Tell him not to come this way..."
Micha then questioned. "What about you?"
Anders then replied.
"Someone has to distract this thing. We can't risk bringing it to the others."
Calve then objected.
"We can't just leave you.."
Anders then cut him off.
"Leave now! That's an order!"
The two then took a step back before the monstrosity suddenly attacked.
The center of the village.
The solder sent to update the captain ran down the street as he cursed his luck. A sylvan on his tail.
"Damn it, of course; I run into another one."
He then saw his comrades and began yelling.
"Help!"
One of the soldiers saw him and alerted the rest of the men.
"We got incoming, Arner! The Idiot brought it right to us! Everyone ready your fire arrows!"
One of the soldiers yelled as tree monsters moved toward the group. He had short dark blue hair, green eyes, and light skin and was wearing bronze and brown heavy armor with a great sword on his back.
The captain then spoke.
"Stand fast and Stay together! We become easy targets by ourselves! Now ready another volley, Katan!"
The captain had light skin with black hair and eyes. He was wearing gold and brown armor and was armed with a sword and shield.
Katan then spoke.
"Ready..." The soldiers then readied their arrows aimed at the approaching monstrosity.
"Fire!" The bolts struck true, setting the Sylvan aflame. The creature then began to scream in pain as it continued its approach. Its howls of pain were like something out of a nightmare.
It stopped and thrashed around as the flame engulfed it. The fleeing solder then ran to the group.
Katan the addressed him.
"Report! You better have good news."
The solder then quickly spoke.
"Lieutenant Anders sent me to report that the south exit is clear."
Katan then replied as he looked over at the captain.
"Ha, see Arner. I told you my little brother would find us a way out."
The monster stopped thrashing around and focused on the group of men. Arner then replied.
"Excellent! Now we just have this thing blocking our path. Katan! With me!"
The two men then unsheathed their blades and ran forward just as the creature rushed them. The duo then yelled
"(ABILITY BOOST)"
"(GREATER ABILITY BOOST),"
Arner then yelled.
"(MARTIAL ART: TWOFOLD GRAND POWER STRIKE)"
The black-haired man's sword glowed blue as he slashed upward twice with high speed leaving two deep cuts in the creature and leaving its guard wide open. At the same time, Katan yelled.
"(MARTIAL ART: SEVERING BLADE)"
His blade glowed red as he buried it deep within the creature's exposed ribcage. The beast roared in pain before swinging its large arm down at the man.
"Shit!!"
《MARTIAL ART: FORTRESS》
《DULL PAIN》
Katan exclaimed before the giant hand crashed into him, sending him careening into a building.
Arner stared the burning monster down as he positioned himself in front of the building and spoke.
"You still alive, Katan?"
A response then came from the rubble.
"Shit that hurt!!"
Arner then let out a small sigh of relief as Katan stepped out of the ruined building his armor now cracked and dirty while blood trickled down from his head. Katan then continued as he made his way next to his captain.
"Damn it, Arner! You said when we left the Eight Ripples that we were done with high-level monsters.."
Arner then replied, ignoring Katan's comments. "Can you still fight?"
Katan then replied.
"That hit did a lot more damage then I thought it would, but It will take more than that to keep me down."
Arner then smiled before speaking.
"That's good to hear. Heres the plan. I will break his guard again, then just hit him with another Severing blade."
Just then, the creature charged them again. Arner then yelled as he got into a low stance.
"Men! Fire!!"
The soldiers shot a flaming arrow after flaming arrow into the approaching monster.
The beast then swung down on Arner with great force. Arner then took a deep breath and then raised his shield.
《MARTIAL ART: IMPENETRABLE FORTRESS》
The creature's arms flew up into the air as Arner gracefully deflected the creature's attack and unleashed his own.
《MARTIAL ART: HIGH HEAVY BLOW》
He swung his sword with great force slamming into the sylvan, leaving it wide open once again. Katan then jumped into action.
"Take this, you bastard!!!!!"
《MARTIAL ART: SEVERING BLADE》
The man jumped forward, stabbing the beast in its open chest this time, cutting deep and piercing its core. The men jumped back and watched as the corpse burned down to a pile of ash and bones.
Katan then spoke winded.
"Where the hell did these things come from?"
Arner then replied.
"It doesn't matter. For now, we need to concentrate on getting out of this damn village."
Katan then spoke.
"What about the mission?"
Arner then answered.
"With the village in this state, we have to assume Nazim is dead. Which means so is the girl...we need to find your brother's team and leave."
Just then, two men came running down the street to join the group. One had dirty blond hair, brown eyes, and light skin. The other had black hair, green eyes, and tan skin.
Arner then Addressed the duo.
"Micha, Calve, where is Anders?"
Katan then chimed in worry on his face.
"Yes, where is my brother?"
The black-haired man suddenly spoke as Guilt filling his voice.
"We were cornered by one of those things, the biggest one we've seen. Anders attacked it to get its attention...He said he would be right behind us... Calve, and I barely escaped."
Katan then grabbed Micha by the collar and spoke saddened and angered.
"You... you abandoned my brother?!"
Calve then spoke in their defense.
"He told us to run! There was no fighting that thing. Nothing worked, not even fire!"
Katan then yelled, his anger and grief growing.
"Excuses!"
Arner then placed a hand on Katan's shoulder and spoke.
"I mourn with you, but this is the path he chose. We must respect that."
Katan then loosened his grip as Arner continued.
"What of the south exit."
Calve then spoke.
"The path is clear. Anders got the big one to follow him... "
Just then, a blue-haired soldier came shambling around the corner.
Calve, who was the first to notice him, then spoke.
"Anders?"
The soldier then replied.
"Help... me..."
The rest of the soldiers then looked at the stumbling man. Katan pushed past Calve and Micha and ran over to Anders before addressing him.
"Don't worry, little brother. You are safe now."
Micha then spoke.
"Damn, Anders! I should have known no monster tree could stop you."
Arner then spoke to Katan without taking his eyes off of Anders.
"Somethings wrong here... It took three volleys of flaming arrows and Both of our strongest Martial arts to bring one of these things down...how is he alive?.."
Katan then replied.
"Who cares?!.. let's just get him out of here."
Micha, who was patting Anders on the shoulder, then spoke.
"You gotta tell us what happened, how did you get away from that thing? Come on, speak up."
Anders then began to reply.
"It...hurts!"
Calve then replied.
"What do you mean? You don't have a scratch on you..."
Anders then spoke again.
"Get..it...out."
Katan then inquired.
"What is it, Anders? Get what out?"
Arner then felt a chill go down his spine before. Anders screamed in pain, his voice distorted.
"Get it out of me!!!"
Arner then yelled.
"Get away from him!"
Katan then protested.
"No, we have to help him!"
Arner grabbed Katan and pulled him back just as plant life erupted from the man's body, impaling the men around to him.
Calve and Micha jumped back as well, barely escaping the wooden spikes. Ander's body twisted and contorted as it transformed into the same grotesque monster they had just barely defeated.
The soldiers barely had time to register the horrific revelation before them as the tree creature lashed out. Its long claw-like fingers, slicing men to ribbons.
Arner and Katan watched in horror as the blood of the slain soldiers was absorbed into the creature's body. Pulsating red veins appeared as the monster grew in size and let out a deafening roar. More tree monsters began closing in on them from all sides drawn in by the screams of the newborn monster.
Arner then spoke. "There are too many. We cannot hold this position."
Katan then spoke. Still in disbelief.
"Anders?. It's me. Your brother..please come back!"
But just as the Sylvans got within striking range, something came crashing down in front of the soldiers sending a dust cloud out in all directions.
Arner spoke as he struggled to see into the dust cloud.
"What was that?"
As the dust began to clear, he was able to make out an Elven figure standing in the rubble. A silver-haired elf, wearing a long white fur coat over white and gold close-fitting armor.
The elf had an air of royalty about him. His heterochromatic eyes were cold and piercing as if he was looking at insects. Calve then spoke after waving the dust in the air away.
"The hell was that?. The wait is that...an elf?!"
The Sylvans stopped and stood still as if waiting for something. Micha then leaned into Arner and spoke.
"Do you think he is on our side?"
Arner looked at the surrounding monsters before replying.
"I don't think so.."
The silver-haired Elf then clapped his hands before speaking up and addressing the soldiers.
"Greetings, gentlemen! First off, let me say. Thank you for such an excellent display. I honestly did not think you able to take even one Sylvan down...You should be very proud of yourself."
Calve then stepped forward and spoke angered.
"Save your praise! Who the hell are you? And what the hell is going on!?"
Arner then stepped next to Calve, leaned in, and spoke.
"Calm down, or you will get us killed...this is no ordinary elf."
He then looked at the elf and spoke.
"Forgive him. He is brash but a good soldier. I am Captain Arner Gauss. I am in command of this unit."
Evunial then thought to himself.
"(Hmm seems a good leader. Willing to put his pride aside to protect his men..not the slaver archetype I was expecting tho...)"
The Elf then replied.
"No harm is done, captain. To answer his first question. I am Evunial Vas Elvhenan. High Commander of the Elven Kingdom of Lokelonde and as for his second question. This village and in fact this very mountain is now part of the kingdom of Lokelonde, and it falls to me to see to the protection of this place. Actually, I recently had to defend it against some slavers who had come in search of a young Elven woman in my charge."
Arner raised an eyebrow at the statement before questioning.
"And what became of these slavers?"
Evunial then replied.
"Well, I couldn't allow one of my kinsmen to be forced into servitude before my very eyes. But their leader refused to see reason and forced my hand..."
Arner then spoke with a sigh of acceptance.
"So they are dead then."
Evuniall then nodded before Micha questioned as he gestured to the tree creatures.
"And these things! Sylvans, you called them? What are they?"
Evunial then answered.
"Ah, they are plant-based monsters capable of implanting seeds into any organic host living or dead. The seeds then consume the host from the inside out before maturing into the creatures you see before you."
Katan then fell to his knees before speaking out as he looked into his hands.
"So the one we killed...the ones around us?. Anders?..."
Evunial then replied. "Were all created using your comrades...yes.
Arner then spoke. "So, what happens now? Clearly, you have the advantage."
Evunial then answered.
"True, but I have no interest in further bloodshed. If you agree to leave this place and never pursue Araina again, then you and the rest of your men may go."
Arner then questioned.
"The rest?"
Just then, Abraxas and Elves in silver armor led human soldiers past the sylvans guarding the area and up to the humans. Evunial then spoke.
"Yes. I had my men collect any survivors. I figured if your own lives weren't enough, perhaps theirs would be.."
Arner then spoke, " I thank you for your mercy."
Katan then stood up defiant, unsheathed his greatsword, and rushed Evunial. Abraxas took a step forward but stopped after seeing Evunial raise his hand. Katan then lept into the air and yelled as his blade began to glow bright red.
《MARTIAL ART: CRUSHING SEVERING BLADE》
Evunial then unsheathed his blade as Katan crashed into the ground bringing his greatsword down on Evunial with all his might. Evunial's blade cut through the great sword with effortless ease, stopping just short of Katan's throat.
Evunial then spoke, now slightly annoyed. "I don't think you understand your situation. I am trying to spare your life..."
Katan stood in shock and disbelief.
"H..How can this be... You cut it like paper..."
He then looked at the Sylvan that was once his brother then back at Evunial. He then replied as his shock gave way to anger.
"I don't care!"
Evunial then pressed his blade against Katan's throat as Arner then spoke.
"Katan! Stop this. We are clearly outmatched...Enough blood has been spilled today."
Evuniall then spoke.
"Listen to your commander. You may have failed your mission today but at least you may yet see tomorrow.."
The Elven commander was taken aback as Katan locked eyes with him, filled with rage and sorrow as he spoke.
"Mission!? I don't give a damn about this mission or your mercy! I watched as my brother turned into one of your monstrosities! The pain and terror in his eyes as he was torn apart from the inside... I will not stop until you lay broken at my feet!... or I at yours."
Evunial staggered back in thought, as the torrent of sorrow and anger emitting from the man engulfed him and an image of Azanar flashed in his mind.
"(This... This whole time I've been trying to determine if this world was nothing more than a fever dream ...but there is no denying it this man's grief... is real... I've seen it... these are people...real people.)"
Seeing the Elven commander's hesitation Katan took action. He raised his broken blade and roared.
《MARTIAL ART: SEVERING BLADE!》
The blade ripped through the air and aimed at Elf's throat. But just before the blade made contact roots burst forth from the ground in defense of Evunial. A petite hand then formed from the growth and gripped Katan's throat. An enraged Erui then spoke as she emerged from the ground and forced the man to his knees.
"How dare you?! Filth like you doesn't deserve Lord Evunial's mercy!"
The dryad then began to squeeze but before she could crush the man's throat she felt Evunial's gentle hand on her shoulder.
"That's enough Erui."
Erui then began to speak.
"But Lord.."
Evunial then looked at her kindly and spoke softly.
"Enough Erui."
The small dryad then released the man and stepped back. Evunial then knelt down to eye level with the man and addressed him.
"I too have a brother I hold dear."
Katan then raised his head to look Evunial in the eyes and replied.
"Then you know, If you let me live I will spend every moment alive hunting you down."
Evunial then replied.
"I would expect nothing less...Ta hon Quinn (Take him alive)"
Erui then nodded her head before roots crept forth from the ground wrapped around the man and pulled him down. Evunial then stood and addressed Arner.
"Take your men and go..."
Arner who had balled his fist so tight it had begun to bleed. Gritted his teeth, turned around, and ordered his men to move out.
Evunial watched as the captain led his men out of the village before speaking.
"Abraxas... Send two of your scouts to shadow them. I want to know where their master resides."
Abraxas then nodded before replying.
"Of course Commander."
Evunial then continued.
"After that, I want the village and surrounding areas secured. Report to me at our new home Barad Eithel, at the top of the mountain when you are done."
Evunial then turned his attention to Erui and spoke.
"And I want you to bring the human soldier and his sylvan brother to Ariel and await further instructions."
Erui bowed as Evunial then turned, took a step, and vanished.
Evunial appeared outside the village and stood still for a moment before bracing himself against a tree.
"That act was exhausting...But I learned a lot, I will have to be more thoughtful in my dealings with the people of this land. I need to be more careful...Well, it's over for now. Just a little further."
He then heard the light trots of Arion as the noble beast made its way to him and pressed its face against his playfully. The Elven commander then pushed himself off the tree and patted Arion with a laugh.
"Hahaha Alright, Alright I get it. Let's go find the girls and head home..."
Izunia and Araina sat next to the noble stag Dvalinn along the road outside the village. Guarding them was Aenor and one of the Draconic Elves, A beautiful female with long icy blue hair wearing decorative white and light blue dragon plate armor.
Izunia then addressed her
"You know Lady Linnea, we could have just stayed with the villagers, I don't understand why you made us leave."
Araina then chimed in. "Yes, they all seemed so scared. We could have reassured them."
The woman with icy blue hair then replied, her voice cold and emotionless.
"Besides the stench, I was tasked with ensuring your safety...that can't be done amongst humans...you could have caught something. If you are worried about the commander. I have already sent word of our location"
The elven women were taken aback by the draconic elf's reasoning but before they could retort Evunial came into view on the road astride Arion.
The Great white Stagg stopped in front of the group as the blue-haired woman addressed Evunial.
"Ah lord Evunial. I take it all went well?"
Evunial then replied. "Yes, Linnea. All is well. And I thank you for keeping the girls safe."
The blue-haired warrior's cold exterior melted as she blushed while bowing.
"Of course commander...it was my pleasure."
Aenor then stood up and stretched before questioning.
"What happened?"
Evunial then replied. "Their commander is a reasonable man. I convinced him to give up his search for Araina."
Both Izunia and Araina sighed in relief before Evunial continued.
"Although I don't believe their master will give up so easily."
His gaze then fell upon Araina.
"I will have to deal with him sooner or later but for now you have been through enough. It's time you got a chance to enjoy your freedom.
Araina then looked down before she replied.
"But my blood..."
Evunial then cut her off with a kind smile.
"Like I said before. I don't care whose blood runs through your veins. You are a citizen of Lokelonde now. And we protect our own."
Araina began to tear up as she replied. "There... there are no words.."
Evunial then smiled and spoke.
"There is nothing to thank me for...now let's go home."
As the group mounted up and Araina wiped her tears away she noticed Linnea watching her.
Linnea didn't say a word but suspicion seemed to flow from her cold silver eyes before slowly turning and following after her commander.
As they began down the road Evunial thought to himself as he looked up at the moon.
"(I wonder what you think of this world brother.)"
In The Holy Kingdom:
The moon shined down on the Eight Finger's compound as guards patrolled the surrounding forest. Three guards conversed whilst they moved through the wilderness. The one in lead then spoke. He had light skin, dark brown hair, and brown eyes with a scar over his left eye. He wore a black short-sleeved jacket and brown pants with a sword hanging from his belt.
"I can't believe this shit!.."
He spat as he kicked a rock into the bushes. One of the men behind him then replied.
"What are you on about now Geoff?"
This man had soft features, straw-colored hair, and brown eyes. He was wearing dark brown leather armor and had a set of daggers hanging from his belt. The brown-haired man then spoke as they continued through the forest.
"How is it that Cazden gets captured and now we got double guard duty? He should be the one out here!"
Then the third man chimed in. He was bigger than the other two with black hair and eyes. He also had a grizzled beard and was wearing a blue padded gambeson with a battle ax strapped to his back.
"Everyone knows he and the boss go way back...It can't be helped."
The brown-haired man then replied.
"I know that Agnar!... It's still bullshit."
The man with straw-colored hair then spoke. "Well suck it up, for now, we should be coming up on Randell's patrol soon."
The brown-haired man sighed in defeat before replying.
"Fine Cardon... At least Randell will agree with me."
The trio moved through the forest till they drew close to a small clearing. As they drew closer the big, black-haired man Agnar seemed to notice something as he stopped in his tracks before speaking up.
"Do you two hear that?"
The two men in front of him then stopped and listened before Cardon replied.
"It's silent, i don't even hear the insects."
The brown-haired man then spoke.
"Hmm, I have a bad feeling."
The trio then unsheathed their weapons and moved forward into the clearing. After passing the threshold they were greeted by silence. The clearing held a large field with a single old and grand tree at its center. A thick mist covered the ground hiding the grass and making it hard to see past the tree.
The man with soft features took in his surroundings before he spoke.
"What's with this mist."
Geoff then spoke. "I don't know...but something is off."
To which Cardon replied. "You are right we should head back."
Then Agnar chimed in. "But what about Randell?..."
Thud!"
The three men then heard a sound coming from the center of the clearing behind a lonely tree. They quickly knelt to avoid being spotted. The straw-haired man then gestured to move forward quietly. They then readied their weapons and moved forward.
As they drew closer, the sound got louder and louder till the sounds of flesh ripping and tearing could be clearly heard. They then jumped out to face the source of the sound but we were stopped cold by what they saw. A pile of bones and armor lay on the ground. Blood, flesh, and sinew covered the ground around it.
The brown-haired man could not stomach the sight and fell to his knees to throw up. Agnar and Cardon's eyes then fell upon an injured solider laying against the tree. The man looked to be young and had short black hair and brown eyes. He was wearing worn and battered leather armor which was ripped in several places including his arm revealing a bite wound.
"Randall!!!"
The two men exclaimed before running over and kneeling next to him.
Cardon then spoke. "What happened to you? What did this?"
Randall then reached up and grabbed Cardon and pulled him so close that Cardon could feel the overwhelming fear in his eyes and whispered.
"{Quiet!!!... It'll hear from you!!}"
Geoff who had finished composing himself stood up and walked up and spoke.
"What did he say?"
Cardon then sharply whispered. "Get down! There is something out there."
Geof then quickly complied, got low, and moved closer. Randall then continued, his voice shaking.
"It came out of the mist...It...it was so fast...we tried to fight it but we couldn't touch it. The laughing!!... It was playing with us and when the creature finally got bored... they were dead before they hit the ground."
Agnar then spoke. "Then how did you escape?" Randall then answered wincing at the very thought of the monster. "I...I didn't. It said I had been chosen."
Geoff then chimed in. "Alright, enough questions we need to get the hell out of here."
Cardon then looked at Geoff and replied.
"One sec."
Before asking Randell another question.
"Chosen for what?..."
But when Cardon looked back at Randell he saw a look of utter terror on the man's face as he stared off passed the trio. An answer to his question then came from behind them. A light, soothing, feminine voice rang out.
"Chosen to be of use to my master..."
The three men turned as fast as they could weapons in hand. To face the monster. But were surprised at what they found. What looked to be a very young girl standing amongst the carnage. Her snow-white hair was very long and covered her small frame. Two furry wolf ears protruded from the top of her head. Her ears then moved slightly before she turned her head and laid her bright almost glowing blue eyes upon the trio. Revealing her innocent face with an intricate white and blue elven-style tattoo on her forehead depicting white slender elegant branches encircling a beast-like blue eye.
Agnar then spoke confused.
"It's a beast child?"
Randell then answered "No! Don't trust its appearance. It's a monster. You have to run!"
Then Cardon spoke. "If it's as fast as you say...running won't help. We have to work together."
He then saw a shine come from his right and looked at Geoff who had disappeared.
"Damn it, Geoff!!"
Cardon then looked back at the girl but found only displaced mist and open air.
Geoff cursed as he ran as fast as he could toward the tree line.
"Ha "Work together" my invisible ass. Every man for himself!"
The forest got closer as he quickened his stride.
"Almost there just a little closer..."
He said just as something moved in and out of his vision faster than he could comprehend. He then slowed to a stop and turned visible before falling to his knees as blood flowed down from a gaping wound on his neck where his windpipe once was. Freki then stepped in front of him and wiped the blood from her lips before speaking.
"I am sorry but Master said cowards are not worthy."
Geoff then fell to the ground dead. The girl's eyes then fell back upon the remaining men. Who both exclaimed.
"Shit..."
The Main Gate
As Guards walked the Battlements. Two men spoke as they looked out into the wilderness from atop the main entrance.
"Any word from the patrols?"
The first man asked.
"No. It's been quiet so far." The second answered.
The first then rubbed his chin and spoke.
"Hmm, I don't like this. Something doesn't feel right."
The second then replied dismissively.
"You always say that..."
The first then replied. "But listen... The forest is silent. Where did all the animals go?"
The second then began to retort before noticing a huge red elk carrying two riders approaching the main gate from the treeline.
"What the hell?.. Sound the alar..."
That was all the man could get out before a massive fireball incinerated both men along with the main gate.
"Impressive, Lord Azanar I have never seen such a potent fireball spell."
Lady Kelart spoke as the duo road up to the now burning entrance. The light of the fire reflected off her brown bopped hair as it illuminated the night.
Azanar smirked as he replied. "Thank you...Fire magic is one of my specialties." He then thought to himself. "(If it wasn't for the innocents they are keeping here I could raise this compound with a single spell.)"
The duo road into the compound as the men inside rushed to its defense. A volley of arrows ripped through the air toward Azanar as Kelart raised her hand and spoke
"(Shock wave)"
An invisible force then blocked the arrows and forced them in the opposite direction. Kelart then continued.
"Though I am no novice in magic myself."
Azanar then spoke his smirk still evident. "Impressive, my lady, but I am only getting started."
He then looked at the group of men charging them and spoke.
"Hmm, five should do it (INCINERATE!)"
Just then five men screamed in agony as they lit up in flames. Their comrades looked on in horror as the men were reduced to ashes in mere moments. Azanar then approached the remaining men who fell backward in fear. Azanar then crouched down to eye level with the men and spoke.
"Now that you understand your disadvantage. I hope we can come to an understanding that benefits us all..."
"No"
Kelart interrupted her voice now cold as she looked at the men with anger and disdain.
"They shall have no mercy for what they've done."
One of the men then replied. "Wait...w...what do you want? We will do anything!"
Azanar then looked at the man and answered. "Sorry...You heard the lady..." The men then panicked.
"Wait...do..don't..."
"(INCINERATE)"
Westside of the compound:
Argon and Ricca stood at the west wall of the compound and watched as the smoke from the entrance rose into the sky. Ricca then spoke.
"Looks like Lord Azanar and Lady Kelart have introduced themselves."
Argon then spoke. "Yes, the time for battle is upon us."
Ricca then replied. "Slow down, big guy."
Ricca then turned and addressed the paladins who were all down on one knee in prayer.
"Are you all ready?"
Calder then stood and replied.
"Yes. We have made our sacrament."
The rest of the paladins then stood and spoke in unison.
"In the name of the Gods."
Ricca then sweatdropped before turning and addressing Argon.
"Alright big guy, after you."
Argon then unsheathed the giant white and blue blade resting on his back and motioned for the men to step back. The giant elf then spoke under his breath to himself. "Have to remember to hold back..."
(Back Flash: In the forest before Lady Kelart's arrival.)
Argon watched as Geri asked Azanar about the night's operation.
"But Master. I don't understand. With power such as yours it would take but an instant to take this compound and free the prisoners. Why wait for the human and her men?"
Argon then spoke. "It's simple Geri. Though any one of us could take this place easily, Our Lord wishes to judge our new allies' strength for himself."
All the other elves and one dread wolf nodded in concurrence. Azanar then looked to think for a moment before replying.
"You are right Argon. But that is only half of it."
The elven Lord's statement caused a stir among the group as they listened close.
"This is also to be a lesson in restraint... We very well could be working with the people of this world for the remainder of our stay here and with the power we possess, one miss-step could mean hundreds of unwanted casualties."
The group nodded in awe and understanding as Argon replied. "Of course my lord, we must protect the reputation of Lokelonde. Your wisdom knows no bounds."
Azanar smiled and replied. "I thank you for your praise but remember, all of you if the fullness of your power is needed. Do not hesitate. Your safety and well-being come first and are of the utmost importance to me."
The group was taken aback by his words before all kneeled before him and Argon spoke.
"Your kindness moves me beyond words"
(End of flashback)
Argon then brought his greatsword pointed downward to his lower left side and with one hand lazily swung it upward into the wall before him. The force of the blow shook the compound and created enough air pressure to shatter the buildings against the wall and blow debris everywhere causing pandemonium throughout the stronghold. Ricca and the Paladins stood in awe of the giant's deed.
"Such monstrous strength!..." One of the paladins said in disbelief. "
And one-handed?" Another paladin uttered.
Argon then smiled brightly as he spoke.
"That was perfect! Come on men onward to battle!"
The giant then stepped through the threshold and into the plantation. Calder and Ricca stood still before Calder spoke.
"After what I've seen their lord do. I know I shouldn't be surprised. But their power is still frightening to behold."
He then regained his composure and addressed his men.
"Onward men! We can't let him do all the work can we?"
The men then yelled out as they charged. "In the name of the gods!"
Ricca then spoke to himself before chasing after them. "In the name of the gods..."
Inside the compound:
The air was heavy with the sounds of battle and the scent of burning wood as guards scrambled out of their barracks confused and afraid, having been taken completely off guard.
"What the hell is happening out here? Report!" One of them yelled. He was a big man with medium-length black hair and green eyes.
Another group of men ran toward them and one stopped to answer.
"We are under attack, Sir!"
The first man then replied surprised. "What!? By who!?"
The second man then spoke. "I don't know. They came out of nowhere.
"They hit us from all sides!" Another man then spoke.
They took out the front gate and guards in seconds!."
The first man then spoke. Damn it! Where the hell is Gothren!?"
The second man then replied. "I don't know, last I saw, he was still drinking with Cazden and his men."
The first man then rubbed his chin before he spoke again. "Alright, we will split up. You all head to the escape route, I will go find Gothren. Hilma will have my head if I let that bastard get captured."
The man then spoke.
《MARTIAL ART: SILENT STEP》
He then disappeared into the shadows leaving the rest of the men by themselves. They then began moving out.
In the main building
A finely dressed man with black hair and piercing hazel eyes walked up some stairs and stopped at a wooden door. He reached into his red coat and pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his hands before straightening out his sleeves and fixing his collar. Once pleased with his appearance he opened the door.
The room had an air of decadence. It was decorated with finely crafted wood furniture adorned with expensive fixtures. And on the back wall hung a large portrait of a beautiful blonde woman with porcelain-like skin, deep blue eyes, and two beauty marks on her left cheek. At the center of the room another finely dressed man waved a cup of brandy around as he seemingly spoke to the portrait.
"Oh Hilma, my love. Soon the holy kingdom will be ours and we can be rid of these Eight-Finger heathens."
The man had short, slicked-back blonde hair, green eyes, and fair features. He was wearing a purple coat over a white shirt and a black and gold vest.
"Then we can finally be together..."
The blonde man then turned and was caught off guard by his guest.
"Damn it! Cazden..you nearly gave me a heart attack."
Cazden smirked as replied.
"Sorry Gothren, But you should pay better attention to your surroundings."
The blonde then waved his nearly empty cup at Cazden dismissively.
"Ha, that's rich coming from you! Didn't we just get done drinking to your safe return after getting caught?"
Cazden then smiled and spoke. "Haha, I suppose you're right."
Gothren then spat drunkenly. "Of course I'm right!"
He then turned to look at the portrait. "And you're lucky too. If it had been any of these other idiots I would have let them rot... But not you Cazden, you are one of the few I can trust...that Hilma trusts..."
A grotesque smile then crept its way across Cazden's face.
In the slave barracks:
Sickly looking Men and women dressed in rags and tattered clothes spoke among themselves as the sounds of battle raged on outside.
"Do you think they are ok?" One asked.
"Yes, I hope so." Another answered.
Then An older graying man spoke. It was foolish of him to go alone."
The old man felt the mood of the room go down due to his words and tried words of comfort.
"But... Kirian is strong, he will be fine."
Just then a young elven man burst into the room, a ring of keys dangling from his hands. He had tan skin, hazel eyes, and medium-length black hair with a short braid in the back.
"I have 'em! They have left their posts! This is our chance! We can escape!"
An air of hopeful excitement swept through the group as they began passing the keys around unlocking their chains.
A young elven woman then spoke as she wiped the sweat from a sick child's brow.
"But there are so many of us still sick from the last harvest. They will not make it." She had light skin, short green hair with blue eyes, and short ears that looked to have been filed down. An older graying man then spoke.
"Arin is right Kirian. It's too dangerous for us to move them If it wasn't for Arin's healing magic many of them would be dead already. We don't even know who is attacking. We could find ourselves in a worse situation..." The young man then cut him off.
"Worse than this?!"
He asked as he grabbed the rags covering his body and gestured to the room.
"Forced to grow and harvest poison till our hands bleed and our bodies give out from exposure...No! You may have resigned yourself to this life. But I would sooner die then than live another day as a slave!."
"But Kirian.." Arin began to speak but was cut off by Kirian.
"No!! After we were captured we could have escaped at any time but you asked that we stay and help these people."
He then looked at her ruined ears before continuing. "You've already given so much...they will have no more."
He then looked around the room before continuing.
"Arin and I are leaving, So If you yet have the strength to fight for your freedom then come with me."
Half of the men and women then stood and walked to his side. He then looked to Arin and spoke.
"Let's go..."
The elven girl looked at him saddened then replied.
"I will not abandon them."
Kirian then sighed. "You can't save everyone."
She then replied.
"I can try..."
The man then looked away frustrated before he looked at the old man and sighed in defeat.
"Damn!... I suppose it can't be helped."
He hoisted the elderly man on his back.
"Wait...what are you doing?!" The old man exclaimed.
Kirian then addressed the room. "Carry the young and the elderly we leave together!"
He then glanced at Arin, who smiled, then followed him outside.
Outside Kirian led the group through the alleyways picking up weapons and armor as they moved toward the compound center. As they moved from path to path the sound of battle roared like rolling thunder.
"Where are we going?" Arin asked as they ran.
Kirian then answered. "I heard some drunk guards talking about a secret escape route through the south wall of the compound a while back. It's our best bet."
The group then took a corner into the main square as a group of eight-finger thugs ran in from the opposite side.
"Damn!" Kirian exclaimed as he laid eyes on the well-armed men.
"Well, what do we have here?" The lead thug asked. The man spoke with a gruff voice that matched his looks. The imposing man had piercing dark brown eyes, shaggy brown hair, and a beard. "Looks like the rats were making a break for it boys."
The group of soldiers chuckled as the man looked at the Kirian and continued.
"What did you think Kirian? That you could use this chaos and get this sorry lot out unseen?"
Kirian then replied. "Haha Kinda... But deep down I hoped I would run into you. Wanted to kill you myself, Ragnar."
Ragnar smirked as he replied. "Still sore about her ears huh? You should be grateful that's all I took. The boss had a strict no-touch rule for the pretty ones...could mess up the value, but now..."
Kirian then lowered himself so Gran could get off his back and then whispered to the group behind him.
"I will hold them off. Make a run for the south wall."
Arin then spoke. "You can't fight them by yourself!"
Kirian then glanced at Arin with a smile and replied.
"I can try..."
He then looked at the group and spoke. "Take her and run! They don't have time to chase you!"
The group then complied and started to move.
"No! Let me go." She yelled as they moved back.
Ragnar then spoke to his men. "Don't let them get away! And bring the elf to me."
The men then ran forward but then stopped when they heard a feminine voice yell out.
"Oh, there you are! Thank goodness!"
Kirian looked up to find the source of the voice standing on a rooftop looking down on them. The elven woman had short black hair, olive skin, and green eyes with intricate markings resembling branches starting on her forehead and ending just below her eyes. Her gold and green armor glistened in the night. She then jumped down in front of Kirian and continued.
"I was worried we were too late. I wouldn't be able to show my face to Lord Azanar if I had failed." Both groups were taken aback by the woman's sudden appearance.
Kirian then spoke.
"Wait... Who are you?" The woman then quickly explained.
"Oh, my apologies, I am Uriel. Lieutenant of Lokelonde's Elite guard. I have been charged with seeing to your rescue."
Arin then spoke. "You're really here to save us?" Uriel then looked at Arin with a kind smile and nodded. An Agitated voice then rang out.
"This "Lokelonde" must be full of fools if you think you can cross us and..."
The man fell silent as he felt an ice-cold wind rip through him as Uriel looked up at him, her demeanor now completely different from moments before. Her cold eyes looked into his as she spoke.
"Speak ill of my glorious home again and I will tear you limb from limb. And leave you out for the wolves."
A profound fear filled the man as he struggled for words. He then turned and ran passed his men and towards the way they came. As he entered the ally he found a giant white bear with a small elven girl riding it blocking his way. The small redhead then spoke to her beast.
"Good job Ursa but don't eat him yet..."
The man then turned and abruptly spoke. "We surrender!"
(Center of the compound.)
The bodies and chard remain of Eight Finger thugs littered the main road as Azanar and Kelart made their way to the center of the compound.
"They are putting up less of a fight than I expected.."
Azanar said earning a surprised look from Kelart who looked a little fatigued. Just then Azanar received a message from Uriel.
"(My lord. We have secured the captives and are on our way to the main gate.)"
Azanar then smiled as he replied. "Excellent job Uriel. What is their condition?" Uriel then replied. "Not very good I'm afraid. They are malnourished and many of them seem to have contracted a sickness from the plants they have been forced to harvest. But My Lord, the symptoms are very similar to what we saw in Rimun's slums.)"
Azanar then thought to himself. "(Hmm. So It's like I suspected...)" Thank you for the information, Uriel. Wait for us at the main gate we should be done shortly."
"(As you wish my lord.)"
Azanar then looked to Kelart and spoke.
"The captives have been secured. Kelart then placed a hand on her chest and sighed in relief.
"Oh thank the Four. How are they?" Azanar then answered. "They have lived under very harsh conditions and many are ill with similar symptoms to what we saw in the city, They will need medical attention."
Anger grew in Kelart's eyes as she spoke.
"So These monsters have something to do with the city sickness too?"
Azanar then answered. "That's what it looks like."
Kelart then spat. "They will pay for what they have done to my people."
She then turned and continued to the main building with Azanar close behind.
As the duo approached the main building a group of thugs rushed them. Kelart then spoke to Azanar.
"Let me take the lead here."
Azanar then replied. "After you."
Kelart then raised her hand and spoke.
"(MASS BLINDNESS)"
The group of men stumbled as their sight faded. Kalart then spoke again.
"(HOLY RAY)"
A ray of holy light ripped through three men as the rest were engulfed in flame. Azanar then spoke.
"Excellent combination my Lady. Your battle sense is impressive."
Kelart then replied as she caught her breath.
"I thank you but I am a bit out of my element. I specialize in fighting the undead. I hope my decision to join you is not holding you back."
Azanar then replied. "Not at all. Your help has been invaluable."
Kelart blushed slightly before shaking it off as the duo walked toward the door of the main building.
Azanar then spoke. "Looks like that was the last of the guards in this area. Everything is going as planned. Our men are doing a great job distracting them."
He then sweatdropped. "(And the place is still standing)"I will have to think of a proper way to reward them."
Kelart then began to speak. "Yes, now...we just have to.."
Kelart then took a miss-step and fell backward but instead of the cold ground, She fell into something that felt warm and safe. She opened her eyes and immediately blushed.
Azanar who was now holding the high priestess princess-style and had a concerned look on his face spoke.
"Are you alright lady Kelart?"
Kelart then started flailing her arms and legs comically.
"Wha...What are you doing? Put me down this instant!"
Azanar then quickly complied and let her down on wobbly legs.
"My apologies my lady. Didn't mean to startle you." Kelart then fixed her blue and white robes and replied.
"No, it's ok...I am alright. I just let my emotions get the best of me and overexerted myself...I am sorry"
She took a step and fell back into Azanar's arms. Azanar then spoke.
"Never apologize for how you feel.." Kelart then blushed "I..."
Just then they heard approaching footsteps.
Inside the main building
A man crept threw the hallways hidden in shadow. His green eyes watching every corner.
"It's too quiet." He said to himself. Did those bastards leave without us?"
The man then looked into the main drinking hall.
"Wha...what the hell happened?"
The man said horrified as he looked at the blood bath before him. Tore-up bodies were everywhere. On the tables, the floor, and even the rafters. The man could barely hold back the urge to throw up.
"What could have done this?"
He thought out loud. He then heard the sound of descending footsteps. He then readied his sword but then calmed when he saw a familiar face coming down the stairs.
"Cazden!"
He said as relief filled him. Cazden Then gestured toward him franticly and whispered. "Hurry up Torrin! We don't have time!"
Torrin then ran up the stairs to Gothren's study and ran in. The room looked ransacked and there was a strange mirror in the middle of the room.
"What happened here? Wait... Where is Gothren?!" He then turned to face Cazden and felt a blade rip through his chest.
Outside main building
Argon, Rica, and Calder followed by his paladins smiled and waved as they walked up to Azanar and Kelart. Ricca was the first to address the duo with a sly smile.
"Well, you two look cozy."
Kelart then quickly pushed herself off of Azanar and spoke. I am sure I have no idea what you are talking about."
Ricca then smirked and replied. "Sure..."
Calder then pushed past Ricca and addressed Kelart.
"Are you well my lady? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Kelart waved her hand and spoke.
"I am fine Calder, thank you."
Argon then walked up to Azanar as the Paladins fussed over Kelart.
"I hope everything went smoothly my lord."
Azanar then smiled as he replied. "Of course Argon! You did a great job. We ran into very little resistance."
Argon then bowed before replying.
"You are too kind my lord."
Ricca then spoke up. "So what's next? Do we storm the building?"
Just then the doors opened and a figure emerged.
Calder then spoke. "They must have come to their senses and surrendered."
Azanar then replied not taking his eyes off the figure.
"I wouldn't be so sure..."
As the figure came into view Ricca immediately recognized him and spat.
"Cazden..."
Kelart then inquired.
"The one that escaped?" Ricca then nodded.
"Yes, but something is different about him.."
Argon then raised an eyebrow and spoke under his breath. "Duni?"
Ricca then stepped forward addressing the man.
"Give it up Cazden... You're finished."
Cazden then retorted. "I'm afraid I can't do that just yet...you still owe me a few lives."
A malicious grin was now on his face.
Ricca then began to reply but Kelart then stepped forward and spoke.
"In accordance with holy kingdom law, you are to surrender yourself to judgment."
Cazden laughed as he replied. "Hahaha, and why would I do that? So you could serve me up to your queen? If you want to bring master a bone you are gonna have to try harder than that..."
Kelart began to fume. "How dare you! You insolent..."
Azanar then spoke up." "He is stalling. Don't fall for it."
Cazden's smile faded as his gaze fell onto the Elven lord. "Of course, you see right through me huh? Knife ear."
Azanar then replied ignoring the insult. "Give up, this operation is over you and your leader are done."
Cazden seemed to think for a moment then up at the moon and took a deep breath the scent of the fallen compound thick in the air. He then spoke.
"My leader is already long gone, but if I am gonna go out. Might as well go out with a bang."
He then reached into his red coat and pulled out a potion bottle with a silver liquid inside it. Kelart was taken aback as she commented on the bottle.
"That looks like one of our holy relics! How did he get ahold of that?"
Calder then spoke. Must be the traitor."
Kelart then turned to Calder shocked and confused.
"Traitor? Explain!"
Calder then quickly spoke.
"One of my soldiers found the seal of the Roble Holy Kingdom on some of the cargo on Cazden's ship."
Kelart then replied in disbelief. "And you decided to keep this information to yourself!"
Calder then replied. The traitor could be any high-ranking priest or priestess."
Cazden brought the bottle to his mouth and drank deeply as the two argued. Azanar then yelled out as the sound of cracking bones filled the air.
"Now is not the time!"
The two then placed their attention on Cazden who was now doubled over groaning in pain as his body pulsated while expanding and contracting as if trying to maintain its form. Ricca gripped his sword tight as distorted groans grew louder and then stop abruptly. Argon placed a reassuring hand on Ricca's shoulder.
Cazden then stood up to his full height and then examined his hands before looking out at his opponents. After a moment his hazel eyes fell on Kelart. The high priestess met the man's gaze refusing to give an inch but with a blink, he was gone. In an instant, Azanar stepped in front of Kelart and pulled his blade meeting Cazden's with incredible force blowing Kelart back into Argon's arms. Azanar then spoke as he pushed Cazden back.
"Get her out of here! I will deal with this!"
Cazden then spoke with a smirk.
"So confident! Don't think this will be the same as last time knife ear!"
Azanar then redirected Cazden's blade into the ground and then swung upward. Cazden jumped back narrowly avoiding the blade. Argon nodded and began running toward the main gate as Kelart protested.
"Let me go! We can't leave him!"
Her cries went unheeded as Argon ran on. Calder then pleaded.
"You can't expect us to leave you?..."
Cazden then rushed the paladin captain his blade poised to take his head off.
"Oh, by all means, stay!"
But before the blade could hit its mark Azanar then raised his hand.
"(Barrier!)"
Cazden's blade bounced off the invisible wall leaving it wide open allowing for a fireball to blast him into one of the nearby buildings.
Ricca then yelled out.
"You got the bastard!"
Argon then sharply replied. "It's not over. I don't know what he drank but it changed him."
Just then Cazden walked out of the smoldering rubble with half of his body burned to the bone. Ricca and the paladins looked on in disbelief as Cazden healed. First muscle and sinew, then skin and in moments he was fully healed. Cazden laughed as he looked himself over.
"Haha, I guess this makes me divine."
Calder then roared in disgust and anger.
"Never! You defiled a gift from the gods!! You are nothing more than a demon!"
Cazdens smile disappeared as looked down at the paladin. "Then call your gods down to smite me."
Calder recoiled from the jab before he began to retort but Azanar spoke up as he positioned himself between Cazden and Calder.
"There's no need. I will be more than enough."
He then turned his head slightly and spoke to Calder and Ricca.
"Take your men and go. I have a way to deal with regeneration but it will wipe you out if you're too close. Now go!"
Calder then relented. "We will do as you ask but...you better stay alive. Azanar then nodded and the men ran off toward the main gate.
Azanar and Cazden stared at each other for a few moments before Azanar looked back to see if the men were out of eyesight and then sighed in relief as Cazden burst with joy. A light British accent now passed from his lips.
"Oh, what a marvelous show we put on my lord! You were simply magnificent!"
Azanar scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Thanks, Duni but you were the real star."
Duni then gave an exaggerated bow.
"You are too kind my lord, much too kind."
Azanar then thought to himself.
"(Duni...one of our more eccentric member's NPC. He was designed to be an ingenious assassin. Capable of taking on the form of his target's greatest desire. But of course, his true dream is to be an actor. So he overacts if he gets too passionate about a role and we don't reign him in.)"
Azanar then addressed the Doppelganger. "Were you able to capture their leader?"
Duni then replied matter-of-factly. "Of course my lord. Already sent him to lord Xehanort. I do not envy him one bit."
Azanar then spoke.
"Excellent! Now we can get a better understanding of the criminal underground."
Duni then raised a hand as he remembered something. "May I ask something?"
Azanar then replied with a nod prompting the doppelganger to continue. "Argon seemed quite surprised to see me. Did he not know?"
Azanar then sighed as he answered. "No. Xehanort thought that given everyone's honest nature it be best to keep your involvement in this part of the plan to ourselves. Though I can't help but feel bad for not telling them."
Duni then walked up to Azanar and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry my lord. Xehanort always comes up with the best plans. I am sure the Others will understand."
Azanar smiled but then sweatdropped when he saw Cazden's face smiling back. "Umm...how long are you gonna stay in that form?"
Duni then scratched the back of his head as he replied. "Oh, haha sorry I had grown rather fond of this face. I will add a few tweaks here and there so people won't recognize it."
He then brushed his fingers through his hair as it turned dark blue. His sharp features softened and his ears elongated and became elf-like. He also was several inches shorter, now looking up at Azanar.
"How do I look?"
He asked with a toothy grin, his teeth now all sharp points.
Azanar smiled back as he placed a hand on the doppelganger's head.
"Like a beloved citizen of Lokelonde."
Duni smiled brightly as Azanar removed his hand and looked at the center building.
"Well can't be a good show without a finale. He raised his hand and spoke.
"(TIER 7:FIRESTORM)"
The building was engulfed in sheets of roaring flames. The light danced on Azanar's golden chest plate as the magnificent flames rose into the sky, the brilliance visible from miles around.