Warning: Heavy (un)justified Lucina bashing. If you get triggered easily, well, sucks to be you. Also, if you hadn't guessed before, Lucina is going to be OOC for obvious reasons.
Also, read and review. Pretty please.
itsLALM: Thanks for the pointer! I'll try to make the change of POV more clear later on. Also, I've added line breaks to the previous chapter to help. I thought I already had, but for some reason cancels the line breaks from word :l
Kidemonas: Here you go, my friend! I've explained the "illness" afflicting our MC. I thought I already had, to be honest, but rereading the story I suppose I could've been clearer. Cheers!
Chapter 14: Boss fight? Hell naw!
I stared at my usual room where I was used by now to waking up despite going to "sleep" somewhere different. It was routine by now, really. Start the day, do magic stuff, do it too much, pass out, repeat ad infinitum. After the first times of feeling sluggish and drunken I had taken a liking to the feeling of being tired. It helped me not think, which was appreciable.
However, nice things had to come to an end, and after a while of simply staring at the ceiling and not being able to go back to sleep, I grudgingly marched out of bed and put on my armor and grab my diary, heading towards the canteen where I hoped that there was something left.
Yesterday I had my breakdown, and I fully intended for it not to happen again. So I was gonna train, despite my mind screaming "It doesn't matter" and "You're useless". I let out a shiver at remembering that night. Anyways,
After the recent events, people had stopped outright avoiding me and I shifted more to a background role, where I would make occasional chit chat with people but that was it. Which was fine by me honestly, despite my being desperate for having at least one or two people around me (whose spot was previously filled by having a Fucking Phone™) I'm not a people person AT ALL, so it all evens out in the end.
I drop by the kitchen with a "Yo", rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as Stahl hands me a plate. I have no idea what's in it since I didn't bother looking at it, but it must be good. "Thought you might want a plate left for you." He said as I turned around. "You" I stop as a massive yawn splits my jaw "You thought well."
As I go back to the dining all itself, I grab the diary that I had put on my side, open it and start adding/updating a few entries, strictly in English.
Lon'qu 2/10
I honestly don't like the guy. I thought he was a decent person, but he's always dismissing me for being a child and being an overall jerk. I know I shouldn't take to heart what he says, but how can you in all honesty dismiss someone because of their age? There are both children and old men out there who can kick his ass! Sadly, I'm not one of them.
Lissa 5.5/10
I guess we're cool now? No idea. Can't say we're all buddy buddy till I find at least a frog in my room or something. But at least we're on speaking terms now! That's something.
Support – C
Robin 8/10
Edit: My opinion on the guy hasn't changed. He's great, he's cool and everything. I just wanted to point out how different we feel. He's someone who became a brand new person because of an accident, and is desperately looking for his past, unable to reach it because he doesn't know where it even is. I'm someone who ran away from his past because I couldn't face it, and I know exactly where it is but it lies beyond my reach. Or maybe it's just me who's unwilling to extend an arm? Just a silly thought I had.
Support – B
Ricken 8/10
He's cool! I never used him much in Awakening, and don't know much of his backstory aside from the fact that he's a noble trying to redeem his house or something. But doesn't that make him all the more interesting? I had all these people that I already knew nearly all secrets of, and he honestly feels like a breath of fresh air! I also found out that he's a fucking genius. He doesn't have much book smarts like someone like Miriel or Virion would have, but he's figured out a lot of concepts that it took me a while to grasp. We also spend a lot of time together, what with both being apprentices of Miriel and just commonly hanging out. It's nice. It almost feels like home.
Support – B
Lucina ?/10
I have no idea. Every time I talk to her we're basically both putting on a façade of normalcy and dancing around each other for answers. Maybe I should just come clean to make her do so as well? It'd be a pyrrhic victory, but a victory nonetheless.
"Hey! Watcha doing?" Lissa chimed from behind me. "Writing my diary." I replied with all the calm in the world, a feeling of smugness rising up within me. As I expected, her hands shot out to grab my diary and-
"This is all gibberish!" She shrieked. "I can barely understand a thing, and I took lessons in the ancient tongue!" I turned my smug face towards her. "My diary if you may, milady?"
She grudgingly returned it, muttering under her breath about frogs and mud buckets. After making sure that nobody was watching me again, with extreme amusement I turned the 5.5 in the entry to a 7. It was nice.
"UGH! I don't get it…" I slammed my head against one of the desks in the library. Learning another language was a fucking crazy business! I already established that whatever comes out of my mouth, unless I make a conscious effort to speak in another language, will be in Akaneian. (much to my relief) However, this does NOT fucking apply to the written language! Anything that is not in English (or the "Ancient tongue" as they call it, which can just be applied to tomes nowadays) I cannot understand! I've been taking lessons, but all I keep seeing is a bunch of weird runes and that's it! It's worse than Japanese kanji…
"Hey! Are you alright?" Ricken shouted from the other side of the room.
"No." I replied. "I'm wallowing in misery. Leave me alone." He came over to look at what I was doing, before saying "What's the problem? This looks easy. Miriel explained it a few days ago." He frowned. "I know it's supposed to be easy, but I cannot fucking read!" I shouted, slamming my head against the desk again. "I just want to start shooting spells and do cool stuff…" I mumbled.
He sat down next to me, his chin between index and thumb as he gained a thoughtful expression. "Well then, shouldn't you just find a really old book that you can understand?" I had let in my secret about coming from the Outrealms to Ricken, and he supplied me with an interesting theory. 'What if you came from another time instead of coming from another universe altogether? It would explain the similarities between our universes' he had said. However, interesting as it may be, however, it would be moot since my world at its core doesn't have any mana, and it was apparently present since day 1 in this world. But who knows. I just nodded and went along with it, since I obviously couldn't tell him that I knew all of their futures and they were a videogame.
"I've tried to find one, but the library accessible to the Shepherds is limited and there was nothing…" And I had. But all the books were labelled in runes, so I didn't even bother trying to look into them. Only Miriel had given me this one to practice my reading. While she is A-Okay at teaching when someone has a basis, I don't think she's ever tried to teach someone how to read. And for some reason my brain refuses to pick up any of the 52 characters in this goddamn language.
"Well then…" Ricken had gotten close to me to whisper in my ear "how about we go see the Exalt's archives?" I turned to him. "We can?!" I said, happy to be able to do something. "Shhh, keep it down! We're in a library here!" he whisper-shouted, putting his hand on my mouth. I recoiled. "We're gonna do that, yes. Are you with me?" I nodded frantically, still trying to get his hand away from me. "Good. Meet me at 7PM in front of the castle, and we'll see if we can find anything." "Alright." And then he left the library to god knows where. I took one last look at the book Miriel had handed to me before simply putting it away since I could feel a headache coming. We're wasting daylight here anyways.
I left the room with my lance in hand, looking to do SOMETHING. Ricken had already vanished to God (Naga?) knows where, I had no idea where Kellam was (because despite my ability to find him, I would have to find WHERE he is, and asking people around is a lost cause), I was already having a Miriel induced migraine so I wasn't gonna ask her, Robin… actually, I could go bother Robin. Yeah, let's do that.
I walked down the hallway, took a left, then a right and found myself in the men's sleeping quarters. From there, the 6th door was his, with first being Frederick's, second being Vaike's, third Stahl's, fourth Kellam, fifth Ricken and finally, Robin and mine. I knocked on his door, only to find it being unlocked. When I saw what was in it, a gasp of horror tore its way through my lips: Robin had been slain by the greatest enemy of humanity since writing was invented: Paperwork! "Noooooooo!" I fell to my knees, raising my hands to the sky. "Why, god, why?!" I asked nobody in particular.
The Vaike who was strolling down the hallways saw my plight, and proceeded to collapse to put a hand on my shoulder as he covered his eyes with his arm.
"We have lost him…" I said. We managed to keep that up for about two seconds, before the both of us burst into laughter which was loud enough to wake Robin up for a second, who looked around before groaning and slamming the door, which caused us to laugh even harder.
After that good silliness was done, I sadly still had nothing to do. I walked around aimlessly inside of the barracks, waiting for the time to pass when a startling conclusion came to me: Roy! I still had to check for any inconsistencies with my future knowledge! I had forgot!
I rushed into my room and closed the door behind me, before shouting "Roy's our boy!" He came out of my pocket and stared at me with an annoyed expression. "Will you quit that? I already had to hear you say that nearly EVERY time you summoned me." He grumbled. I smirked at him and said "Neverrrr" I replied. However, as I realized that with the game throwing all timing out of the window the assassination attempt may even be this very night! "Roy, is the assassination attempt this very night?"
"Dunno."
"Ah, ok." Well, there's that. "Actually, why don't you know it?" I asked. It was important to know when I have to sleep with an eye open or two.
"*shrug* We weren't there with the Shepherds, remember? I have no idea."
"Ah… right… Actually, wait, what?!" This was news to me. I thought I would've left the plegian army after the Maribelle kidnapping attempt! What the hell?
"Hold on a diddly darn second, how long did I stay in the plegian army?!" I asked, bewildered shaking him by the shoulders.
"Wait, you're telling me that you don't know how it goes? I was sure that the other you would tell you… Well-" but he was interrupted by someone bursting into my room.
"I knew it!" An angry looking Lucina shouted, a finger pointed at me. After that, the whole barracks had gone so silent at her sudden shout. As Lucina realized that, she got in as a head poked from the hallway. "Everything alright?" Stahl asked.
"Yeah, *cough* Lucina had just made an important discovery about the Einherjar and couldn't contain her excitement *cough*" I said, trying to keep a straight face.
"Oh, really? What did you find out, Lucina?" He asked, interested.
"W-well, I…" She stammered.
"She found out that Einherjar do not need to eat, since they sustain on the wielder's mana." I blurted out. Stahl looked at me weirdly before processing what I had said, and stepping up to Roy (Towering over us with his 6'1) and laying a hand on his shoulder. With a tear in his eye he said "I'm sorry." And left. We all just stared at the doorway before remembering ourselves, and locking the door to the room.
"Do you wanna get found, Lucina?!" I hissed. "Because this is how people find out about your secret!" She looked sheepish for a second, before saying "Nevermind that! So you do know the future! Why did you never tell us?!" she whisper-shouted.
"Do you not know about the butterfly effect?! I'm already having a bad time dealing with the shit that the other Nick left us to deal with, I don't know what the fuck is going on already and wanna use what little advantage I have to set a timeline straight, alright?!" I said, angry. But sadly, she didn't back down, and only pressed on further.
"So you didn't save them because you're selfish, huh? That was to be expected from a man that took the whole world for himself." I honestly had no idea what she was talking about, since she obviously thinks that I'm like the other Nick, but that one word.
'So you didn't save them because you're selfish, huh?'
'because you're selfish, huh?'
'because you're selfish'
I didn't even realize it, but I was holding her against the wall by the neck of her shirt "Listen here, you sorry excuse for a royal! I lost my whole world and still got back up to help save yours, so you don't get to say I'm selfish, Mrs. Fucking hypocrite! You left your entire world to devastation just because you wanted to be with daddy dearest!" I saw an expression of hurt flashing on her face, but I wasn't certainly backing down now.
"Well, guess what? Yes, I know of the future. In fact, I know so much of the future, that I know of different timelines, included one where you didn't fuck up your friends and family, and actually did something good instead of fucking up the entire timeline!" I then pushed her towards the door as I saw tears starting to well up in her eyes, and said "Get out. Just, get out." She did, unlocking and slamming the door on her way out.
I sighed, clenching the bridge of my nose in frustration. This was not at all how I planned it to be. I'd have to apologize later.
"Roy, come back." I said, to which the Einherjar stopped drawing on my power and returned into my pocket.
"Well, I guess that is one way of passing the time." I sighed again as I went to lunch. There really was nothing memorable about lunch, aside from Lucina and Ricken sneaking glances at me, both for different reasons as I sat by myself and pondered over the recent events.
"And that's the story of how I basically invented hammerspace." I said, proud of myself. We were sitting in Robin's room as we finally convinced him to get his ass off the desk, and we were chatting amongst ourselves about stuff, when I suddenly remembered about it.
"Dude, you told us nothing." Robin said.
You can't start a phrase with "And that's the story" without prompt." Ricken continued.
"Oh, really?" I said, in a faux-innocent tone. "Well aren't you a little interested at all now?" I wiggled my eyebrows for extra effect.
"Fine." Robin groaned. "Tell us about this 'hammerspace'" he said.
"Gladly!" I pointed at him. "So, it all began when…"
After finishing my lunch, I hurried my way to Lissa after remembering that I wanted to talk to her about staves.
"Hey Lissa!" I called out. She was currently lying with her head on the table, looking on the verge of passing out from lack of sleep. Neither Frederick nor Chrom were in sight, and Emmeryn had left (with my Marth nuuu) a while ago. "You okay?" I asked. She jolted awake from her semi-sleeping position on the table.
"Y-yeah? Whazzit?" She mumbled, looking tired as hell with bags under her eyes that rivalled mine (but she was probably not used to the lack of sleep).
"Are you okay?" I asked again, concerned about one of our only two healers being in such a bad shape. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you…" And she was nodding off to sleep again. "Chrom, stop… that vase is important… no…" welp. There goes my chance. And the only one other that I can ask…
I dragged my feet towards the table next to ours.
"Good evening, lady Maribelle." I said with a polite smite that was more plastic than else.
"Hmph. At least you have decent manners, despite always staying near those peasants. I wonder how you even came in possession of the Hero King's soul. Perhaps you stole it." She said, not even bothering to look at me, but rather keeping her eyes closed while she laid down her tea cup. The fucking bitch! How dare she assume that I-
"Nevertheless, that is none of my business. Why would a peasant such as yourself ask of my presence?" I'm already starting to regret this.
"I would like to learn how to use staves." I mumbled. "Come again? I didn't quite hear you." She said, smirking. Yes, she heard. "I would like to learn how to use staves." I repeated in a clearer tone.
She hmphed again, before, with that same malicious smirk on her face, she replied "Very well. It is only fair that you make up for the headache you're causing my darling Lissa by lightening up her workload." I would've asked her what she meant, but she was already speaking up again. "At one condition, however." I arched an eyebrow questioningly, because when the hell did I have something of use to her? "You will teach me how to fly that winged horse you came on. Zephyr, I believe dear Sumia called him?" And then, without waiting for a reply, she had already gotten up and was walking towards the stables. "Ah, hold on!" I shouted, before hurrying after her.
When we arrived, we found Sumia there as well, a pleasant smile on her face. "Ah, Maribelle! So you've changed your mind about becoming a pegasus rider?" Sumia was making an impressive show of Puppy Eyes™, making me want to give in despite her not even asking me anything. That's impressive.
Maribelle made an uneasy huff of laugh, before saying "Fear not, Sumia. I will learn how to mount on a pegasus. However, I needed some… assistance with this one in particular." And here I realized what I was here for.
"So you want me to tell you how you should ride Zephyr?" I asked, just to be clear.
A tick mark appeared on Maribelle's forehead as she breathed in and out, before saying "Basically… yes. It appears that you are the only one that this… steed will allow itself to be ridden from." It feels like it physically pained her to say that.
"Alright… uhm…" to be honest I had no idea what to do. "Could you please leave me five minutes alone with the pegasus? I'll think something up." They both nodded and left.
"Alright, shithead, so why don't you want Maribelle to ride you?"
He neighed.
"Oh, don't give me that crap, we both know that he's dead."
He neighed, this time louder.
"You know that he didn't mean to leave you alone. You gotta get over it."
He shook his head.
"Come on, it's your chance at a new life! Or at least you can stay nice till the war ends. We can't spare any more pegasi."
He snorted.
"Fuck you too man."
He neighed again.
"Fine, I'll treat you to something nice once the war ends."
He did a small neigh.
"And I'll learn to properly ride you."
He neighed slightly louder.
"No, that's taking it too far."
He gave the equivalent of a horsey laugh.
"So, it's a deal?"
He pushed me with his muzzle towards the door.
"Deal." I turned towards the door, and shouted "Maribelle! He's ready!" Sumia came back with a Maribelle in tow who looked like she would've rather been anywhere else. "Try riding him. He should no longer be hostile." She regarded me with a distrusting expression, before hmphing and getting onto Zephyr. As the horse showed no immediate signs of trying to unbuckle her, both Sumia and her stared at me with something like respect or awe, the former much more expressive than the latter.
"Amazing!" Sumia cheered as Maribelle got down from him, staring at me.
"Very well... Sumia, darling, if you could… I would like to start flight lessons tomorrow." She said, looking like she was about to pass out at saying that. "I suppose I will have my end of the bargain to hold up." And damn, why does it sound like you wanted me to fail? Not cool.
"Follow me." She said curtly, and started walking towards the training grounds.
"Why are we here? Staves aren't weapons." I asked, confused as I held up the healing staff she handed me. I've never seen someone thwack the shit out of a training dummy and I hope this isn't the way she plans on teaching me.
"It is the best environment for you to focus. Now" And she took a knife out of… her parasol? Damn. "What do you feel about this." She removed her glove and oh
She slashed open her palm, holding it up for me to see, close enough that I could even smell the iron in the body.
"Why." Was my answer. I'm sure there are better ways to get some training done, right?
She sighed, as if she expected my answer but was disappointed all the same. "Hmph. I will be frank with you, out of thanks for your earlier help." Alright?
"I doubt that you'll be able to do much with a staff, besides smashing it against an opponent's head. While your magical capabilities are fit, if we are to believe Miriel's word, and you are eager to learn, I'm afraid you lack the emotional empathy required to use a staff. The staff channels your emotions, your concern for the wounded and your desire to save them. While during spellcasting the emotions are allowed to run amok to strengthen the chant, using wands needs you keeping your emotions in check, for you not to be taken over by panic." Here she sighed again.
"However, if you lack basic concern for a wounded comrade, something that may be drawn from your own distorted concept of pain" Here I winced, because it was true that I never had much of a problem bearing pain, especially after starting self harm (a practice that I no longer do simply because a stab in the heart was enough) but I never believed it to be an impediment.
"But, since I have made a promise, I will at least teach you what you can do with a staff." She then grabbed an orb and substituted the orb that was on top of the staff I was holding.
"First of all, you will promise me that you will never, never use a wand on a living being. The consequences for misuse of a wand are very grave and I shouldn't be teaching you in the first place." I nodded furiously.
"That is a warp staff. Now, channel your energy and focus on moving the training dummy." I did as told, and despite the jolt of pain running down my arm towards the warp staff, I still focused and made the staff glow. I opened my eyes and…
"It appears you got it on your first try. Good." She said. "Now, where did you warp the dummy?" I realized with horror that I hadn't thought about WHERE to warp it, but just about warping. She seemed to pick up on my train of thought before removing the wand from my hands. "It appears we'll need another dummy." But I felt… something. I couldn't quite place it, but it felt as if something was in the back of your mind, you're not quite thinking about it but it's there. "Wait… Maybe if I…" I brought my hands together, trying to think about the dummy in the best detail I could. And then… "Rescue!" I shouted, closing my eyes. The pain struck me again, but it was bearable. I looked in front of me and found… the dummy, clattering on the ground.
"Huh. Neat." I said.
"And that's the story of how I invented hammerspace." I repeated. I was proud of myself for that.
"That's impressive, but how could you handle the cost of using them without a wand? I thought they were pretty high…" Ricken asked.
"Ah… that… you see, according to Miriel, when I came into this world" Ricken knew about this already, so I didn't need to explain myself "I had an open wound, right next to the heart. Since my world has no mana, I was this big empty shell that asked to be filled. Basically, I absorbed a lot of mana from the portal, and my heart reacted accordingly, starting to produce that same mana. So my body's mana is rich, and that makes it so that I can do a lot of spells without tiring, but it's like forcing a high amount of current into a low voltage socket, understand?" I said.
"I have no idea what a socket or voltage is, but I kinda understand." Robin said.
"Oh! Would you look at the time!" Ricken suddenly shouted. I looked at the clock and it said that it was nearly 7PM, so Ricken started dragging me away as Robin looked at us weirdly.
We made our way out of the garrison with little effort, and headed towards the castle. Chrom was out, so he wouldn't be bothering us with asking where were we going, even though I didn't know exactly where he was. As we neared the castle, I whispered to Ricken "Hold on! I know a way of entering that won't get us noticed by the guards! I heard Chrom and Frederick talking about it earlier." That was a little white lie, but he didn't know that.
I led Ricken around the castle wall, trying to find the damn hole. After having run around nearly the entire castle, we finally found it, covered by some bushes and trees. He seemed surprised, but turned to me and grinned before entering, me following him all the while. After nearly getting lost twice, he finally managed to find his way and, after sneaking past the (admittedly lax) guards with ease, we found our way to the Exalt's archives.
The archives were massive. If I had to guess, this place was at least twice as big as a normal library, and it was all in the castle's underground! Rows and rows of bookshelves were lined up, divided by category of books about just anything you could think about. If any books written in Ancient (besides magical tomes) weren't here, then I don't know where they could be.
As I turned towards Ricken, I noticed that he was already gone, leaving me by my lonesome. Where the hell was he?! I started to search around for him, but quickly got lost in the sea of books that was this place. I couldn't even find my way back to the start!
Since searching for Ricken was apparently useless, I began looking at the books. Most of the titles were in the new tongue (much to my dismay) however, there were some in ancient tongue that drew my interest. 'Spellcasting for beginners', with the author being a certain "Merric", I was definitely taking this. 'How to tame a wyvern' by Jill of Daein. While interesting, I severely doubt that "my" mount would let me get away with that. I ignored it. 'Cooking for dummies, by Oscar' no thanks, I'm not into cooking, and…
"Wha? 'Everything you need to know about Ice Magic'? There's no author…" I was curious since I have never heard of any kind of ice magic besides Fimbulvetr, so I grabbed the book. As I touched it, I felt a spike of cold rush up my arm, and I quickly snapped back my arm. I could barely feel my hand, so I looked down and it had become a purplish color, the tips of my fingers had become frozen and I felt it pulsating.
The book suddenly was launched out of the bookshelf, and it opened on the ground, where ice cold air suddenly came out. The blast of cold made me shiver as I jumped back to avoid whatever was happening, and I grasped Uruz for comfort, despite it being made of metal. The cold had already started to spread to the rest of the archives, and it was quickly filling everything. I looked around looking for a solution, but the only thing that looked odd was the book on the ground. The temperature must've gotten to -10 already, I can't stop shivering and can't feel anything.
I made a dash towards the book, trying to snap it shut, but it just wouldn't close itself and stop blasting cold. I tried to put my whole weight onto it, but it simply held strong. Stabbing it with my lance wasn't working either, as when it made contact the frost started rushing up it, making me drop it.
Out of ideas, I started looking for anything in the book, finally finding the phrase that was supposed to be used to activate the spell. As I read it, I realized just how fucked I was, since I was not a certain summoner called Sheena (even though I do summon people). But sadly, in a panic and out of ideas I shouted:
"By my right as a pact maker, I call upon the disciple of everlasting ice. I summon thee: come, Celsius!" my voice rang out, embellished by the magical ring under me. I felt the shock of using such a powerful spell despite not being fit for it run through me, feeling as if all my nerves in the arm were going on overdrive. For some reason a part of my mind, perhaps because of the aforementioned shock, singsang "Miriel's gonna kill you" in an annoying voice.
Then, everything stopped. The cold stopped beating upon me, before slowly retreating into the book. Then, a small person popped out. She had snow white (dead) skin, with black hair and blue eyes, and wore a blue cloak around her legs (AN: that's the best way I can describe it, since I'm no expert in dressing), brown boots and little else, with the rest of her body being covered by a skin tight suit the same color of her skin (either that, or she was legitimately nude) and golden rings around her waist, neck and arms.
She stared at me for what felt like the longest second in my life before saying "You're not Sheena. Who are you?" She said. Her voice sounded like that of a child, despite being as tall as me.
"I-" But I had no time to answer. She sighed and said "I can't feel her mana anymore… did she go and get herself killed?" she sighed again, as if she was resigned and muttered "At least Mithos took 4000 years to die… Anyways, blah blah blah, if you want to gain my power you gotta first remove the existing pact, yadda yadda, are you ready?"
What the hell?! "No, I'm not ready! I didn't even know you were in there!" "Too bad then." And then she left.
Ricken arrived a few minutes later to find me still like that, book lying on the floor and a puddle of blood gathering under me. He started gaping at me.
"Ricken?" I called.
"Yes?"
"Don't ask. Please."
You know, originally I had planned for Nick to fight Celsius immediately, then I slapped myself because of how silly that sounded. In the game you needed a party of level 40-50 people to deal with her, and he's barely level 13. With a broken arm. Alone.
Also, please do not think that I do not take into account how many times Nick's getting injured. That's a whole can of worms that we'll open when the time's due. (AKA too late)
Also, only one day left till the assassination attempt. Uh-oh.
Stats are unchanged. The two books will come in handy later. Ninni51, out.
Spellcasting for beginners – Raises tome weapon rank to C
Ice Seal – Summons on your point in the map the special fight "Celsius"
