"I feel great!" Zack, said standing up on his feet with a great amount of energy, flashing an intended cool smile. His forehead and arms and many others parts of his body were covered in quick-healing bandages. He held one fist in front of him tightly, a sign of power. His winning smile allowed the cool air coming in from outside seep through his teeth.

"Don't over do it," Madasora sighed, tired. He peered over Zack's shoulder to find the just bandaged wounds. They were getting a bit red, but signs showed that they were going to heal soon.

"So how'd the fight go?" Mark said, rushing up in front of Zack enthusiastically, holding his fists up as a sign of power as well. His always bandaged arms matched with Zack's bandaged body.

Zack hesitated and gave a blank expression, confusing Mark. "How do you think it went? Of course I won!" he said a little too proudly, taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes, showing a chest full of confidence.

"He failed horribly," Madasora said from the corner, his arms crossed with a "Are you kidding me?" look on his face. He looked a bit embarrassed as well at the humiliation of his Minor Counterpart.

Zack's expression immediately lost all its color, and the deep breath of confidence streamed out of his nose. He slumped his back and looked humiliated, depression marks all over his head as he looked down in shame humorously. "Why'd you have to tell them that?" he said sadly, jerking up his head to reveal comical crying eyes that seemed totally unnatural.

Jeremy gave a nervous look in his corner as he watched them talk, a sweat drop forming down the side of his face. Mark immediately burst out laughing as the rest of the Minors just listened. "You lost? Are you serious?" Mark said, trying to keep his voice steady and keep it from cracking up.

"Yeah, I did lose, so what?" Zack reenergized, standing up straight again and his expression returning to its normal state. "It's not like I'm the only one, am I?" he said, crossing his arms arrogantly.

"Actually…" burst in immediately, his voice unsure and his expression giving a crooked grin.

"What? What is it?" Zack said, his eyes opening wide and his expression unserious. His voice rose as he provoked Jeremy to finish his sentence.

"So far, you are the only one who hasn't won their fight," Jeremy told finally, still unsure whether it was a good idea to tell him.

"Whaaaat?" Zack roared out in surprise. His expression became an amusing shock, and his body pulled back. "No way!" he cried out, denying the truth. "How many are there left fighting?" he interrogated.

"Um… with you here… that would make…" Jeremy painted a thoughtful pose, as if figuring a math equation mentally. "One," he said finally and shortly, closing his eyes indefinitely.

"No waaaaay!" Zack cried out in a screech again. The loud beastlike shriek of his could've broken fifteen eardrums. From different corners, Walter and Eric sighed from their place on the sofa chair. Derek closed his eyes in blasting pain, and Mark jumped backward in shock from the sudden girlish cry. Jeremy widened his eyes and was speechless, and Madasora showed an annoyed look, his eyebrows twitching. "It's not my fault!" Zack pleaded hyperactively. He turned and pointed angrily and accusingly at Madasora. The council looked up in wondering acknowledgement. "It's this guy's! He went all crazy on me with that stupid bird!" he blamed, attempting to wipe away Madasora's vindication.

"What?" Madasora yelled out, half angry with a look on his face that was comical. "It's not my fault you can't even beat a bird in a fight!" he said in the same way.

"You call that thing a bird?" Zack shot back, angry and comical.

"You just called it a bird, you brat!" Madasora accused back, the bird of topic chirping on Madasora's shoulder, tilting its head in different ways, looking bored and unacknowledged of what everyone was talking about. It took one of its stick-like legs and scratched the side of its head, one eye winced like a dog.

As tension began to surround the room, Dylan stood up from his place on the comfortable floor. He stood up seriously, ironic to the positions Zack and Madasora were in. "Excuse me," he said quietly, and walked out of the room, heading into the dark corridors.

Madasora and Zack's arguing calmed to a forgetful simmer, and they both watched as Dylan faded from sight. Zack muttered in wonder. "Was it something we said?" he piqued, his eyes wide with a thoughtful look in them.

"Where's he going?" Madasora wondered, his intention serious.

"Hey," Derek called out, his voice calm. At the sound of his voice, the lights flickered violently above, like the devil's presence had just entered. Everyone looked to his direction as his eyes were closed in tranquility. "Close up that hole in the wall all ready; you're letting in a draft," he said bluntly, returning to his meditative state.

PoVS

Darkness ruled the realm of council, every single hall and corner nullified by an evil creepiness. Along a certain hall, Minoa stood at a certain doorway, half consumed by darkness, and half eaten away by a dim light that shone from the room inside in which she kept an eye on. She smiled as she leaned on the doorway's side, watching her Minor.

Teresa placed herself in the middle of the room, unacknowledged of Minoa's presence. She looked like she was in a trance based state. Purple energy traced around her, and she seemed to be floating in the air, her body hovering a little above the ground with her eyes closed in a meditative state. Force field energy surrounded her and spread out in an expanding circle, and so did a strong, heavy telekinetic energy. The waves of barely stable energies expanded through the room, separating into different corners.

She's exercising her mind and powers, Minoa realized as she felt the air heavy with energy take over her as well. This amount of power at such an early stage… if she keeps this up, she can definitely pay her "debt".

Teresa's energy began to flutter around, the air so filled and strong that it caused the dim ceiling lights to flicker violently, as if attempting a seizure. The energy surrounded her became stronger and stronger as time passed on, and she seemed totally subconscious about it. Dust particles in the room began to float, the telekinesis stronger than the force of gravity. Her straightjacket that she never cared to take off fluttered violently, it's sleeves like snakes that were sealed away and were desperate to get away, trying to find any direction to escape, but never found any.

The intense energy became thicker and thicker until it lightly shaded the color of the breathable air with a bright wave of purple. It soon became overwhelming, and a full force field began to surround Teresa, the powerful purple traced energy looking like a transparent mirror. It made an egg shield around her, and became so intense, bits of plaster from the walls and ground began to float up; tiny and small pieces.

A hint of panic struck Minoa's heart. That energy… it's becoming too thick, she realized. I wonder… can she cause it to become such a high level that even exercising her mind is dangerous to the outside world?

As she finished her first thoughts, inside the force field, the fluttering snakes of her sleeves began to turn red and heat up, and then totally begin to set on purple, mystical flames. The intense violet flares sparked up and almost consumed her arms, looking unnatural. Minoa widened her eyes as she felt alert to get her out of the force field. As her panic grew, so did the flickering flames. They made no sound to hear, but seemed demonic and unreal. She's going to overdrive…! Minoa realized.

I have to stop it, she thought. Minoa took a deep breath in hesitance, and charged in. She came only a few feet away from Teresa until she found herself knocked back, feeling a hard energy knock her in the side of the face, blowing her out of the room. She struggled to get up with a grunt, the side of her face feeling weak. I can't get close, she realized. Damn it! She finally got back to her feet, and peered into the raging flames and energy. It's getting to such an immense level… it's even disturbing the air around it. I have no time! I'll have to use that…

Minoa sighed and closed her eyes in concentration. When she reopened them, she let out a short battle cry as pentacles came into her eyes. Let's hope this works without her getting too wounded, Minoa thought. Minoa stared hard at Teresa, the angelic looking destructor.

Gekido no…Shinkouteki! Minoa thought, feeling her eyes burn with intense power.

Note: Gekido no Shinkouteki is translated as Rage of Spirit

Taken to another parallel time limit, Teresa and her egg shaped force field were set on a large pentacle, like it were a panel of a sort. The pentacle glowed in the darkness with blue neon, tracing light. All original light was taken out, and demonic fire spread from the corners of the magical star. They stopped in their tracks, and connected with each other, making a small circle of fire surrounding the shield. Then, they streaked up into the air like missiles, finding each other a little overhead of Teresa, who still seemed unconscious in her trance. The five streaks of blue demon fire created a small sphere, something like a hitodama. That moment, millions and millions of differentiating energies came out like large fireballs, holding punctured expression on their faces, some angry with vengeance and some sad with despair. All in one, they streamed down like vicious missiles at the force field and cracked it open. The crack grew as more came out and dived right in until the whole thing fell apart like glass. The last few dove into Teresa herself, finally waking her up.

She stumbled in the air with a shocking alert, the pentacle and blue fire disappearing, returning Teresa back to the Inner World. Her eyes opened as if she had just woken up, and she opened her mouth, breathless and speechless. All of a sudden, as if all together, she was knocked back by some invisible force that crashed with her into the wall, slamming her body hard against it.

Using bare effort to use that attack that lasted for nothing but a second of time's worth, Minoa closed her eyes calmly, and reopened them to invite more humanized eyes easily without a struggle. She quickly ran into the room, feeling the energy quickly dissolving into nothing but air again. The telekinesis energy is wearing off, she realized. She came to Teresa's side and took a look at her arms. She rolled up the sleeves quickly, and looked at each arm. Both were unharmed. Only the sleeves were scared with strange, unnatural cuts. Teresa had her eyes closed once again, until she began stirring and slowly, her consciousness rushed back into her all at once.

"Wha…What…?" she mumbled out, her focus out of stability. "My arm… it feels broken," she said quietly. Minoa took a big gulp and couldn't decide what to do; she was finally lost in her own decisions for once.

PoVS

"What is it?" Kakori said as Dylan found him in a dark room. Kakori had been comfortably sitting there, thinking to himself in that dark room until Dylan had come in and interrupted.

"I need to talk to you about something," Dylan said seriously, his tone dead.

Kakori realized the seriousness and urgency in his voice and mumbled out quickly, "It's not like you to sound like that, Dylan. Tell me what's wrong."

Dylan solemnly walked into the room, and sat down on the table across from Kakori. He kept his body to himself; his back slouched in the metal seat. Kakori looked rather comfortable, his arms set on the table. "Jeremy…" Dylan said quietly, his eyes completely enveloped in shadow, hiding his expression. Dylan took a big gulp.

"Jeremy? What about him?" Kakori asked, a new thought popping into his mind.

Dylan, inside his seat, shifted slightly. He thought about back then, when he first met Jeremy, creating that huge hole that tore apart that girl's body. He thought back to the time when they were experiencing Teresa's first outburst of energy, Tsukansu knocking Jeremy out in order to bring a huge black hole that would suck in the expanding force field. He remembered that time in the forest, when Jeremy had the major breakdown of uncomfortable feelings, his nose pouring out blood like a faucet.

"He's not normal… is he?" Dylan finally stated, finally confronting them. "You're keeping something from him… and us, aren't you !" Dylan said, his voice rising like an intense wave. He jerked his head up to reveal and angry expression with beckoning, pleading eyes that felt like they were about to crash and burn, wanting to pour out tears like a depressing, rainy day.

Kakori widened his eyes at first, and then looked hard at the table and sighed. He didn't make direct eye contact with Dylan. "I…" he began. He left his mouth hanging, trying to get the words out, trying to find them in his mind, his throat, his stomach, anywhere, but they were nowhere to be found. He closed his mouth in return, unable to finish the sentence.

"Tell me. What do you guys know that we don't know? Why does he get so uncomfortable in the desert, and why does he create black holes out of nowhere, huh?!" he provoked, shouting now. He stood up from his seat and pushed the chair back with a screech, then slammed his fists against the table, the wooden table shaking violently in reaction.

Now, Kakori was the one to look down and hide his expression in shadow. The darkness surrounding them seemed to creep closer and wrap around them, the flickering lights buzzing slightly, the only thing that could be heard for miles. "That… is something we don't totally know yet." Dylan posed a look on his face, one that easily told anyone that he wasn't buying whatever lies Kakori was telling.

"But even if we did know, if we ever had the guts to tell you….we'd have to kill you."

Dylan widened his eyes in shock, his expression frozen in confusion and fear. He felt like he couldn't move anymore, like his body had been totally frozen, like time had petrified this scene into nothing but a trapped snapshot of its own memory.

PoVS

The ice pieces finally stopped clattering and the dust and mist began clearing. What now? Hyoumaru thought, peering hard into the smoke. The moon was just about to set, it's crescent state dying away into nothing but a half horn that struck right through the cold, raw glacier like nothing.

The night skies were completely empty now, the tiny specks of stars dying in their fantasy light. The wind began to pick up, the calm gusts chilling to the bone. The slow ocean rocked below, and soon came the scene of Kenneth Takiato.

Kenneth, his back slouched and on his knees, had tons of ice shards struck through his back, blood leaking out. He looked up with eyes of an angry, despaired demon. They were wide with no fear, but something else that Hyoumaru couldn't decipher. He had an evil look in his eyes, one of despair and a thirst for revenge. It didn't look like his regular self. It looked like he had been possessed. Sky Blue energy poured around him like an aura, releasing strong amounts of it into the air.

This heavy oxygen… and that look in his eyes… there's no way that he's actually…? Hyoumaru thought, not deciding on whether he should be scared or confident.

The aura around Kenneth formed large wings like a bird totally made of the energy, and created a long tail of it as well. His head was molded with energy that narrowed, making a sort of bird like appearance. The essence of murder was caught in Kenneth's eyes as he stared hard and wide-eyed at Hyoumaru, his look unnatural and demonic. Hyoumaru was sure now of what had happened to him. This time… I might actually have to kill him, he realized as the cold thickened, becoming numbing even to the master of cold and ice.