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Bell looked across from him to see Dvalinn exuding a much different aura. Bell surmised that he had used an Excelcia Book to activate the equivalent to a Level Up.

Dvalinn hefted up a new weapon. It was still a two handed hammer in shape, but the magic it exuded was much different. It was a "Magic Sword". The weapon had a silver head, with one flat face and the other a curving back spike. The shaft of the weapon was black oak. The silver head had an intricate bronze frame on the flat face end that looked like chains. A few black pearls were decorating the bronze chain frame.

Dvalinn spoke holding his new weapon along with adorning his new black and silver armor, "Thanks to my alliance with Ishtar Familia and Rakia. I have in my possession an assortment of weapons and items that will definitely annihilate you. My Magic Sword, Nátt-mál Fœra, will bring about your death."

Bell had been educated on Rakia's famed Crozzo Magic Swords. Bell knew that Dvalinn thought himself the one pulling the strings, all a scheme in jealousy of Bell.

Dvalinn charged for Bell with incredible speed. Bell now knew this wasn't an exchange. It was a duel, to the death.

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Hörn/Freya grabbed at her wrists now that she was free. She used her magic again to change into Syr. Hörn/Syr began to administer her Treatment on Haruhime. Aisha stared, taken aback as she asked her, "What are you?"

Hörn/Syr replied once Haruhime was healed, "I'm my Goddess's attendant. Through my magic, my Goddess can observe all my being. As if she were here in my place. Thanks to the magic, I can be in a healed state as this current appearance."

Aisha saw Hörn/Syr carry Haruhime on her back, "There are Berbera all over this mountain. How do you expect us to escape?"

Hörn/Syr replied to her as she made her way through the cavern, "I told you. My magic allows my Goddess to observe as if in my place. Wether Ishtar knows ut or not. She has just instigated war. And her Familia Captain is here. While, mine is on the surface."

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Freya walked out onto the balcony of Folkvangr. The Goddess pointed towards the Entertainment district. She issued her declaration to all the assembled members of her Familia, "To war, Ishtar Familia will fall by the end of the night."

Ottaria lumbered onto the baloncy. Dawned in gold armor with a red kama. Her armor was dazzled in rubies, that acted the eyes of various boar heads carvings on her armor. On ther shoulder plates were wing designs. They glowed brightly as two red wings of magic flapped behind her.

The dual ended spear she bore in her left hand had a red blade with a gold shaft that led to a second blade looking like a gold falcon wing. The gold shield that her right carried looked to be the body of an armed maiden, gripping a pair of crossed axes.

Ottaria flew through the air shouting to her sisters and brothers, "To war!"

Freya spoke to Tione, "Phryne is in the Dungeon. On the 18th floor."

Freya felt the wind brush by her as she saw the heartbroken Amazoness's back rushing to Babel. Freya spoke softly wishing her Odr the best, "Burn him to cinders, my Cavalier."

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Bell swung Sýrgiva intercepting Dvalinn's weapon. The mountain top was covered in smoldering craters. The power of the Magic Sword astonished Bell greatly. Every dodge lead to the hammer like weapon making constant with the ground. Which summoned a magic doorway that above the intended target. The massive stones that flew from the doorway obstructed the light. Leading Bell to understand why the weapon's name roughly translates to Night Bringer.

Dvalinn's Ghost Cloak had two effects that Bell had observed for the last six minutes. When worn in the light, it obsured him so long as the hood was pulled up. But, when it was dark two white magic hands could grab for him. The magic hands looked ghostly in nature, thus living up to the hype. Invisible as a Ghost during the day and as terrifying as one in the night.

Bell felt the weight of the massive hammer through Sýrgiva go into his arms. He thought if he couldn't dodge, he should parry. But, that tactic didn't take into account the massive weight of the Magic as well as the power behind it's hammer-like head.

Bell pushed forth digging into Wolpertinger forcing back the weapon. Dvalinn roared as he kicked the impudent brat. Bell's knee incurred the Pallum's wrath, skidding back.

Bell used the time to gather some of his Raudan Elding knives. He hurled them looking at the red lightning filling the air, "Smite!"

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Ishtar sat with Phobos and Kali in a private room of Rakia Embassy. Ishtar just got done signing an Alliance treaty with the two powers. Royman observed the meeting charmed by Ishtar's divinity. With his approval, the Guild seal was pressed onto the document.

Royman said with a possessed smile, "Orario will be blessed now that we have Rakia's soldiers to defend it. And with Telskyura's warriors, the Guild will no longer have to beg Adventurers for accepting menial quests. A new era of prosperity has rained down on Orario!"

The doors to the chambers burst open with a Beast Person shouting for Ishtar, "Goddess Ishtar, forgive me for interrupting."

Ishtar looked at the maiden, "What is it Liscia?"

Liscia replied to her, "Freya Familia is attacking Belit Babili!"

Royman shouted with spittle flying forth from his mouth, "A rebellion! Never, Goddess Phobos, please request additional troops from Rakia. We cannot have a Familia in open rebellion."

Eina watched in horror as an accompaning Guild personel to Royman. War was just declared from the ranking Guild official. She realized what none in the room did. Orario wasn't going into an era of prosperity, it was entering an era of chaos.