DISCLAIMER: FIRE EMBLEM AND ITS CHARACTERS BELONG TO NINTENDO.
A/N: I hope you're all enjoying this carpet bomb of chapters! It's serious fun watching you all rack your brains for what might happen ahead!
Naga's Voice 8
"Get down!" a Ylissean Sage cried out, firing her Tome.
A Valmese Hero in front dove to the floor, just as a jet of flames erupted above him, scorching a group of Risen.
The Hero felt the heat from the stream of flame, his back nearly searing from the heated air. He gazed upon the Ylissean Sage's face as she continued her Arcfire assault on the enemy behind him. He was pinned underneath her flame and at her mercy. Sweat dripped down his face, whether from the heat or the thought that this Ylissean may notice the opportunity to get rid of another Valmese as well as the Risen.
A truce may have been declared, but many soldiers on both sides were still a bit weary about the arrangement.
The Valmese Hero could only look on in terror, hoping his fears would never come to fruition.
In the middle of her spell, the Ylissean Sage makes eye contact with the man on the ground. Her face is hard to read, her gaze seemed to last for hours.
The Valmese soldier's breathing stops, anticipating the worst. He closes his eyes and waits.
...
But the feeling of hot air had passed. He slowly opens his eyes and raises his head to see the Sage staring down at him. He resumed his heavy breathing.
Suddenly, the Sage is slammed across the battlefield by a large, brutish mass of flesh.
The Valmese soldier looks on in terror as the woman who had just saved him's body lay motionless against the wall.
The large Risen stares down at the man with its red, luminescent eyes.
He wants to run, but is compelled by some unknown force to stay and fight. He brings his shield up, sword in hand and quickly circles around to take a slash at the creatures back.
The brute swipes its arm backwards, lashing out at the man.
He side steps the long talons, making sure to sever a few as they pass.
The Risen lets out a growl upon losing a few fingers, black mist seeping out from the stubs on its hand.
The Hero dashes for its feet, the Risen stomping furiously in response.
He rolls to the side, inches from being splattered into the ground. He hops to his feet and swipes his blade behind him, tearing into the Risen's right ankle.
The brute can no longer support its weight on that leg, causing it to slump to the floor.
Before the Hero can finish it off, the beast was lit ablaze. It howled in pain, as its flesh charred.
He looks to where the lone spell had come from, to meet the eyes of the Ylissean Sage.
A Risen Assassin sprinted through the battlefield. It zipped around several soldiers, its sights set upon a teal haired Archer.
The Archer was too busy taking out several Risen mages to notice the assailant closing in from behind.
As the Assassin drew near, it leapt into the air ready to drive its blade into the Archer's skull. But before it could reach him, it was slammed out of the air and into the ground by large axe-like sword.
Vaike pulled back his Armorslayer from the corpse that had been cleaved in two. "I just saved your ass, Virion!"
Virion, shot him a glance. "Ah, yes. You have my gratitude."
A Minerva flew over head, Virion instinctively ducking in response.
Minerva slammed down on a crowd of Risen and immediately clawed out at them, thrashing its tail about and sending them flying.
From her back, Gerome and Kjelle leapt off and slammed their weapons the Risen trying to back away from the wyvern.
Gerome swung his axe down onto a Risen Mecenary. Anothe Risen dove at him from the side, but Gerome had jumped into the air and slammed his feat down onto the monster. The monster crashed to the floor, flailing its arms at Gerome's legs. Gerome pinned the Risen down with one foot as he pulled out his axe from the corpse of the other. He lifted his weapon into the air and split the Risen below's head in two. A sword slashed into his back. Gerome let out a gasp, rolling forward to avoid a follow up. He reached his hand back for the hilt of his axe, gave it a tug and swung around. The axe tore open the Risen who had attacked him's stomach.
Kjelle whipped around her lance, smacking away the Risen around her. A Risen Swordmaster sprinted at her and brought down its blade. Kjelle smacked the sword away with her lance and slammed a fist into its face. The Risen fell to the ground, but had no time to recover as Kjelle's lance plowed into its heart.
"I see you're still in top form." Kjelle noted.
"...Yeah." Gerome said simply.
Kjelle shook her head. "And still quite the talker."
"I'm saving my strength. We can have chit chat later..." he replied, readying his axe.
Ahead of the two, Say'ri fought beside a fellow Swordmaster from Valm.
With quick strokes of her blade, she diced up several Risen before they had the chance to raise their weapons.
The Swordmaster kept with her pace, slicing down the undead fiends.
A Risen Warrior rushed at Say'ri from behind, swinging his Steel Axe.
Say'ri was shoved aside by the Valmese Swordmaster, who took the blow with his Silver Sword.
While the Swordmaster's blades struggled to push back the heavy axe, Say'ri recovered and took a swipe at the Risen's arm.
The Swordmaster felt the pressure from the axe weaken, and slid his blade across the axe's edge to pry it free as he sidestepped out of the Risen's path and with a turn, stabbed his sword behind him, puncturing the Warrior in the gut.
Say'ri took the opportunity to finish it off with a slice to the throat. She panted heavily. "Don't think I will be thanking you for your assistance... You people have taken far too much from me than what can be repaid with my life alone."
The Valmese Swordmaster scoffed, as he tugged his sword out from the Risen. "And you'd be foolish to think that you people are the only one who's lost anything in the war."
Say'ri grit her teeth as she slammed her sword into an incoming Risen. "The Empire has ravaged nations all across Valm!" she growled.
The Swordmaster swatted an arrow from a Risen Bow Knight. "I know that very well! I was from one of those nations!"
Say'ri traded steel with another Risen. "Then why do you fight for the monster that would take your home!?"
The Swordmaster hopped over a Risen, spinning around and tearing through its back with his blade. "Because my place in the army would guarantee my son would not have to be sent out to fight!"
Gaius was trying to focus his breathing.
He sat on the floor, his back leaning against a set of barrels in a small alleyway.
Across from him, Donnel pulled off his pot-helm, running his hands through his sweat soaked, curly hair.
Another Ylissean Sniper was with them, counting the remaining arrows in his quiver.
They had been cutoff from the rest of the their united forces while trying to help remove some rubble that had pinned down Minerva's wing. Cherche had managed to escape with her trusted wyvern, but the three men found a parade of Risen between them and their allies.
The three men had rushed through the growing number of hostiles and made their way into a small space between the fortress walls and a watch tower.
They were safe, for the moment.
"Dang it! W-what are we supposed to do now?" Donnel stuttered.
Gaius peeked over the crates. The Risen had already taken control of this section of the fortress and were pushing back their forces. "I've got to say, I'm at a lost here. There isn't exactly anywhere a thief can hide among a crowd of monsters." He reached into his cloak and retrieved some gum. He tossed a piece into his mouth before handing some to the other two.
They shakily accepted the small treats.
The Sniper chewed furiously, his nerves wracked from the hopeless position they were trapped in.
Donnel savored the sweet taste in his mouth. "...I reckon this'll be the last stick of gum I'll ever have." he muttered, holding his helm to his chest.
Gaius nearly bit his tongue upon hearing. He glared at the young Shepherd. "What the hell are you saying? I certainly don't plan on dying here. And as long as I'm around, I can't just go and let you two die on me."
Donnel wore a hopeless smile on his face. "That's mighty noble of ya, mister Gaius, but I don't how we'll be gettin' outta this one."
"That's bullshit!" Gaius yelled.
Donnel was unphazed.
Gaius crawled over to him, grabbing him by the collar. "You listen to me ya damn hick, we're not dying here. We've got too much live for. You're just gonna go and call it quits? I oughta beat the snot out of you!"
Donnel shifted his gaze away.
"Look at me, Donny!" Gaius shouted, violently shaking his collar. "You're just gonna go and leave Maribelle like that? You aren't even gonna try?"
He noticed Donnel bite his lip.
"I don't know what yer gettin' at."
Gaius let go of him, taking a seat against the opposite wall. "...You know, I've got quite the history with her."
Donnel's ears perked. "...I've heard the story. You tried to frame her pop for a robbery." Donnel spat.
"Hehe, it goes much deeper than that."
"..."
"Let's just say that my hand was forced."
Donnel let out a cynical laugh. "Pardon my language, but that sounds like a heap of donkey droppings."
Gaius narrowed his eyes at him. "Look kid, I'm not asking you to believe me or anything. Just hear me out, will ya?"
"..."
"...I was forced to pin a heist on her father by some scum in Ylissestol's underworld. Something about it being 'easier to work' with the old man gone."
"Forced? I'm definitely not tryna do any flattering here, but I reckon you'd be the type to slip away from any assailant they'd send after ya."
Gaius smiled. "Of course I would. But the problem lay in the fact that it wasn't my head on the line."
"Not yours? Then who's?" Donnel asked in confusion.
Gaius shrugged. "Let's just say she was still a tiny brat at the time. She lived a wealthy, pampered life. She loved her father and she grew to hate the man who nearly sent him to chopper, for eternity."
Donnels eyes widened. "Y-you're tryna tell me ya nearly got miss Maribelle's pop killed to save her?"
"Sure."
"Thats perp-ostrich! I may be a country bumpkin, but I've heard tales about you city folk and yer silver tongues." Donnel huffed, folding his arms.
Gaius frowned. "I didn't say you had to believe me." he said, closing his eyes.
The Sniper, who had been unusually quiet decided to speak up. "I-I can vouch for Gaius's story." he said quietly.
Donnel's head snapped to the man. Gaius's eyes shot open.
The Sniper played around with his bowstring, trying to find the words to explain. "Y-you see... I-I used to work for that gr-group that Gaius mentioned... The ones that blackmailed him..."
Gaius got up and pulled out his blade. "You'd better continue." he spat.
The Sniper nodded shakily. "I was present when we made contact with him at 'Geordina's Tavern'."
The name rang a bell, Gaius thought. He pointed his blade at the man, threatening him to go on.
"I-I'd been working with them for a while... b-but only with connections and running cargo. W-when the time came where they made me get my hands dirty, I was put into the group assigned to take out that noble's daughter..."
Gaius grit his teeth. He pressed the the tip of the blade against the side of the Sniper's neck.
The Sniper trembled. "I didn't do anything! I cut ties with them after I was briefed about the assignment! I've got 4 children! A few of them were still her age at the time! I didn't have the heart to go through with it! ...B-but, I understand if you want to take m-my life..."
Gaius stared down at the now weeping man. He let out a sigh and lowered his blade. "Why tell me this?"
The Sniper wiped his eyes. "B-Because, I promised my family that... that I'd leave that stage of my life to the past. I ran away and didn't look back. I even joined the army! I-I don't know if its fate that brought me here with you two, b-but this time, I'm setting things straight. I'm... I'm trying to be a man my family would be proud of..." he whimpered.
Gaius slowly sheathed his sword and once again took a seat against the wall. "...Then get your shit together. You're not making anyone proud tryna' die like this."
The Sniper sniffled, giving the Thief an appreciative nod.
Donnel sat their dumbstruck. "...Why... Why would you tell me all this, mister Gaius?" Donnel whispered.
Gaius closed his eyes. "Cause' I'm not too different from this pile of tears over here." he said, motioning towards the Sniper. "I've got a family now, too. I can't exactly go around doing work like I used to anymore. I guess you can say I'm tryna' turn over a new leaf."
"...But what's this got to do with miss Maribelle?"
"Guilt... You can say what you want about me trying to save her, but in the end, I still almost got her father killed. I guess I'm just trying to redeem myself is all."
"I still don't get why you went and told me all this."
"Because she cares about you, Donny. Like, a lot."
Donnel flushed at his words.
"And after I'll I've done, I'll never be able to look her in the eye again if I'm stuck with you here and you going dying on me... So you better give it all you've got and live, Donny."
Donny felt his eye's dampen. "...D-does miss Maribelle really care 'bout someone like me?"
Gaius shook his head. "You're shittin' me, right?" he groaned. "Look, you can find out after we get out of here." He slowly turned to the Archer before continuing. "All of us."
The Sniper nodded with a smile. His eyes were still red, but he seemed instilled with high spirits.
Donnel rubbed his eyes. "Alright, no more sittin' on the haystack! I'm gettin' outta here even if I've gotta tear down every one of these dastards!"
Gaius smirked. "That's the spirit."
"...And mister Gaius? I'll be sure to help you patch things up with miss Maribelle."
Gaius chuckled. "Just focus on gettin' in her pants first."
With the rest of the Shepherds, the situation was no better.
It proved difficult to fend off the enemy Risen, no thanks to the alleged reinforcements that Cervantes claimed of.
Olivia limped towards the others, having struck down 5 Risen in a single confrontation. She had taken a beating to her left leg, a rather worrisome injury for a dancer such as herself. The cloth sash that could usually be seen flowing around her had been torn to shreds. Her vision was growing worse and worse, the deep cut in her calf working its evil.
She nearly collapsed from exhaustion in the middle of her retreat when she felt two pairs of arms lift her up from both sides. She cracked open an eye to see Flavia and a Valmese Fighter pulling her to safety.
Libra rushed forth and immediately tended to her wound. After the wound had sealed, he had left her with a potion and instructed her to rest for a moment to regain some strength, before he hurried back to assist in slaying the Risen.
Meters away, a large reptilian creature was breathing down an icy breath unto a group of Risen Generals. The blast was reflect by their thick armor, but they were petrified at the joints by the freezing temperatures.
As they struggled to break free from their frozen paralysis, the dragon, Nowi, rammed into them at a high speed, sending the piles of metal flying into the crowd of Risen, the sounds of cracks heard as they fell.
"ARGGH!" Nowi roared at one of the Larger Risen Revenants that had stepped out from the crowd. The brute growled back at the dragon, slamming its feet into the ground with every step as it dashed towards her. The brute ran down several Valmese and Ylissean soldiers on its rampage towards her.
Just before it could tear into her scaly form, Nowi's spun around and slammed her tail into the large Risen's midsection. The brute recovered before nearly stumbling and took hold of the Manakete's tail.
Sparing no time, Nowi twisted her head back and fired off a blast of ice from her mouth, the icy shards perforating the Risen's sack covered face.
It fell to the ground, its once vibrant red eyes extinguished, before it dissipated into vapor.
Nowi stared down yet another large Risen that had just come trotting in through the torn down wooden gates. Before the brute could even set its sights on a victim, it was harshly bludgeoned into the stone wall by a pair of large, powerful legs. The entrance was clouded by the dust from the blow to the walls.
A large semi-quadrupedal beast sprinted out from the cloud, joining up with the dragon.
"Panne!" Nowi said with relief.
"How are you faring?" She spoke.
"There's a whole bunch of them everywhere. They just keep coming and coming!"
The beast snorted. "Yes, that is the problem with the foul creatures. Nowi, join me. With our forms, we can put up quite the fight against the larger ones among them."
"Alrighty." Nowi let out another roar before she and Panne raced towards the enemy forces.
Two figures had momentarily retreated from the fighting.
The Valmese Hero supported the Ylissean Sage with one arm, as the two climbed the narrow steps leading to the top of the fortress walls.
The Sage had broken a leg from the previous skirmish. The Hero helped to lift her up after every step on the stairway.
Upon reaching the top, he helped set her down against the border of the wall.
She pressed a hand to her leg, receiving a surge of pain in response.
The Hero reached into his pouch for a potion. Only half of the liquid remained. He brought the top of the bottle to the Sage's lips.
She kept her lips pursed as she stared into his eyes with uncertainty.
The man held the gaze until she finally acquiesced and drank down the liquid.
Satisfied with her cooperation, he turned to view the battlefield below.
Robin unleashed a barrage of continuous Arcthunders, punching holes in the mass of Risen. Bodies of the undead creatures were tossed into the air from the many explosions.
A distance away, Cervantes was engaging a Risen Berserker. The Cervantes traded blows with the Risen, axe scraping against axe. Cervants was being pushed back, fatigue washing over him. He felt the blows get stronger and stronger, his weapon arm slowly losing the strength to deflect the strikes.
Cervantes found himself pressed against a wall. The Berserker slammed its axe towards him.
Cervantes ducked, narrowly escaping death. The Berserker has embedded his axe into the wall, and was struggling to pull it out.
Cervantes flexed his legs and dove at the Risen, the two slamming onto the ground. Cervantes reached for the Tomahawk at his side and proceeded to rend the Berserker's face.
Cervantes felt an arm hoist him up. He looked up to see Chrom lifting him from the ground. "I'll take it your people have fought these things before." Cervantes grunted.
Chrom stepped forward and slammed his Falchion into the Silver Sword of a Risen Great Knight. "Y-Yeah, albeit not as powerful as they are here."
Cervantes ran for the Great Knight, slamming the edge of his axe into the its midsection. "So what are they?"
Chrom hopped backwards and ducked under a lance, spinning around beheading a Risen Cavalier. "...We're not entirely sure. They seem to be reanimated corpses."
Cervantes shoulder bashed a Risen Archer, stomping on its throat as it fell before swinging his axe into a Risen War Cleric. "Either I've somehow pissed off all these people before they died, or they're being led by someone. Am I right?"
Chrom lept into the air, crashing his Falchion down onto the mount of a Risen Dark Knight. He sprung back into the air and stabbed the Dark Knight in the the throat. "You're guess is as good as mine."
Cervantes threw his Tomahawk at Risen Sorcerer taking aim for Lucina. "...Can't help but think you're hiding something from me, boy."
Chrom pulled his sword out from a Risen corpse, swiping it in the air to rid it of the black sludge on its blade. "I just might fill you in after this is over."
Lucina ran through a line of Risen Mages. With a single swipe of her Falchion, she ripped open their backs, the firing squad falling dead to the floor.
She saw a Risen Cavalier on horseback looking to run her down.
"Lucina!" she heard Robin call. She turned to see him fire off a stream of wind in her direction. She jumped into the stream, sending her sliding out of the Cavalier's path. She immediately bounced back from her slide and rose to the sky. Before the Cavalier could turn its horse back around, Lucina had impaled him from the top of the skull, downwards.
Within another jet of wind, Robin flew to Lucina's side, his newly scavenged Killing Edge up in front of him. He pointed his Forsetti tome at the crowd of Risen. With a steady stream of the green wind, he sent row after row of the beings tumbling backwards. Amidst the Risen being toppled, a single Gargantuan Revenant sprinted through the gale, it's tremendous weight anchoring it to the ground.
Robin relented his onslaught, closing the wind tome. He swapped for his Elfire Tome in preparation for the monster.
The Revenant slammed its large hand down over Robin. Robin hopped out of the way just as Lucina came charging in and slicing off its hand.
In a state of frenzy, the Revenant swept its other hand across the floor, catching Lucina from behind. The princess let out a violent cough from the impact, just as she was sent tumbling meters away.
Robin furiously blasted an Elfire straight for the brute's face. The glob of flame hit its mark, causing the sack on the Risen's face to catch on fire.
The Revenant flailed around, either from pain or the obstruction of its vision.
Robin reequipped his Forsetti and grabbed a Steel Lance from the floor. He fired of another jet of wind at the Risen and tossed the lance into the stream.
The wind had blown out the flame that blinded the Revenants face, but the last thing it saw was the Steel Lance flying at tremendous speeds and running through its throat.
Not waiting to watch the sure to be dead Risen disintegrate, Robin sprinted to where Lucina was.
Lucina dusted herself off, just recovering from the blow.
Robin noticed her disheveled hair and the scratch running across her cheek. "You okay?" he panted.
"I'll be fine." Lucina said, retrieving her Falchion from the ground.
"We're definitely doing some damage, but I could only wonder how many of them are left."
Lucina brushed some hair from her face. "They've certainly got the advantage in terms of numbers."
"We need to find a way that'll get rid of them fast." Robin said, watching as a battalion of Ylisseans fought back the enemy.
"How about that fancy lightning strike of yours." Cervantes suggested, who had ran over alongside Chrom. "I'm assuming that was your side's doing."
Robin shook his head. "And I'll assume you should already know that we can't use that here. After all, the first time we attacked, you pulled your forces under the tree's umbrella for that very reason." he pointed out, looking up at the tree.
Cervantes chuckled. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle. He tossed it over towards Robin.
Robin caught it and eyed the clear liquid inside. "What is this?"
"It's water from the lake around the Mila Tree. The tree's roots are said to have passed on a bit of their power to the water. It's supposed to have, well... divine properties. It's like a natural remedy for injuries and fatigue."
Robin inspected the liquid once more before opening the top and taking a small sip. It tasted no different from any ordinary water. After a few moments, Robin felt a warmth in his stomach. He looked to Cervantes. "This had better not be poison, you dastard."
Cervantes let out a laugh and took the bottle from Robin. He took a sip and showed it was safe to drink. "See?"
Robin soon felt the water working its magic, his vigor slowly increasing.
And then it hit him.
Robin snatched the bottle from Cervantes and threw it at a Risen a distance away.
"What the hell are you doing?" Cervantes yelled, as his miracle drink sailed through the air.
The bottle smashed into the Risen's chest and broke. The water splashed onto its chest, and with a growl, the Risen slowly disappeared into the usual black mist.
"...I'll be damned." Cervantes whispered astonishment.
"It... killed it..." Chrom said, his mouth hanging wide open.
"Robin... you're a genius." Lucina stated, equally stunned.
Robin smiled in satisfaction, his theory proven. "This tree is supposed to be sacred, right? As a shrine to Naga, I figured it would have some properties that will be of use against these fiends. It was only a hunch, and I'm not about to go and find a reason for it, but it worked."
Cervantes let out a laugh. "Well we've got more where that came from. We're practically surrounded by it!"
"But how are supposed to get enough water from down there, up here?" Chrom interjected.
Robin bit his thumb. "... ... ... I think I know how. But I'll need to go beyond the wall and back out to the roots."
"How do you plan on getting out there? There's Risen everywhere!" Chrom asked.
"If I recall correctly, you appeared to be flying awhile ago. Before you were struck down, that is." Cervantes mentioned, smoothing out his mustache.
"That's right. I can make it out there by myself." Robin agreed.
Lucina shook her head in disapproval. "No, no, no. You're not going out there alone."
Robin frowned. "I have to. I'm the only one that can get out there fast enough and put the plan into action."
"Then take me with you. Lucina demanded, unwilling to let her friend leave alone. "You can carry me like last time."
"Lucina, it's too dangerous." Chrom said.
"Father, I can take care of myself!" Lucina retorted.
"Lucina, Chrom's right. If I were to take you, or anyone along for that matter, I'd be too slow to avoid any ranged attacks. Besides, I'll need both hands free for what I've got planned."
Lucina bit her lip as she glared at him. She turned around and slowly walked towards the battlefield. "You had better come back." she muttered.
Chrom watched his daughter sadly, as she left. He knew his daughter cared deeply for Robin's well being. He believed in whatever Robin had in store, but also worried. He put his faith in his friend that he'd come back safely, but made no intentions to let his daughter carelessly place herself in harms way. Chrom walked to catch up to her but paused a few feet away. "Robin. Come back, you hear? Not just for me, or the Shepherds, but for her too. You're her first real friend here, and it'll kill her to see you get yourself hurt."
Robin nodded. "I don't plan missing out on seeing baldy over here packing his bags after we win." he said with a confident smile.
Cervantes shook his head with a soft smile.
"I believe in you, friend. " Chrom gave him a nod and went after Lucina.
Cervantes gave Robin a side glance. "You seem to have knack for taking out large amounts of enemy forces in an instant." he said, referring to what happened with the Valmese fleet.
Robin felt a twang of pain, as he was once again forced to remember what had happened. But he knew he couldn't be held down by it. He knew tha-
"Don't let it bother you. This is war, after all." Cervantes followed up. "...Each of the men on those ships knew very well what they were getting themselves into. You did what was best for your people's interest, and you've done your job... I've had my fair share of moments were I was forced to do the unthinkable in order to save my men's lives. Our roles are what curse us to make the hard decisions, but, it's also what gives the power to save what we hold dear."
Robin stared blankly at him, letting his words sink in.
"Well, this 'baldy' certainly hopes you come back as well. Besides, even after 'I've packed my bags', I'm still a General of the Empire. And I look forward to the day we can settle our score without any hindrances." Cervantes said as he hoisted his axe over his shoulder. "Give 'em hell." With that, he turned to follow Chrom.
Robin took a deep breath and reached for his Forsetti Tome.
The Valmese Hero once again helped the Ylissean Sage in walking across the top of the wall.
They were unnoticed for the time being and sought to take the time to recover.
The Hero felt a pang of guilt, knowing his comrades were out on the battlefield laying down their lives, while he was safe and out of harm's way. But at the same time, he could not bring himself to abandon this enemy soldier he had taken upon himself to aid. But there was no going back now. The Risen had swallowed up the band of soldiers both he and she had been with moments before, forcing him to flee with the her in tow.
She limped hopped along on one foot, her other wrapped in a makeshift bandage from a piece of the Hero's shirt.
As he looked over the edge, the Hero could see nothing but Risen. He scoured the area with his eyes, in hope of catching sight of anyone living among this death.
Looking out at the expanse of the walkway atop the wall, he figured they only had one way to go.
A/N: Another back and forth chapter amid all the chaos!
A little segment between Gaius and Donnel, leading up to an insight into a portion of Gaius's history. (Taken from supports in the game, but with added details) The trio seemed to be in a tough situation. How will they get out of this one?
Also, a 'Giant Monster' battle between Nowi and Panne vs the Risen Revenants! Regarding Panne in best form, 'Semi-quadrupedal'? Is that even a thing? She runs on all fours but can be seen standing around on her hind legs? I don't know, brain fart on this one :/
Robin and the crew do some work, but find themselves fighting an endless amount of Risen. As luck would have it, Robin has discovered a way to deal with the Risen! How will Robin defeat the Risen menace?
A) Summon a Meteor?
B) Drink the sacred water and wash away the Risen abominations with a heavenly golden shower?
C) Ask the author to skip the details and flash forward to the results?
D) Climb the to the top of the tree, throw his hands in the air, and yell to everyone bellow to 'lend me your energy!?'
E) When are those two going to get together?
Who knows?
Also featured, a couple mini segments featuring two unnamed Valmese and Ylissean soldiers. How should they end up? Should I brutally kill them off? Should they live? Will they fight to the death? What is their role!?
See ya next time!