Chapter three: The Awakening of Evil
The ruins were a ways away, but they managed to make it there just before noon.
"Well, it just looks like a bunch of broken stone to me," said Nia
"Isn't that what ruins usually are, My Lady," Dromarch said
"Oi, shut it, you."
"Apologies."
Suddenly, it began to grow dark.
"An eclipse, it would seem," said Tull
"Aren't Eclipses usually the backdrop for a summoning?" Asked Dromarch, a little concerned.
"Don't worry, chances are that if we don't say the wrong thing, nothing will happen," Tull said, rather hopefully.
Suddenly, an ink black shadow began to rise on one of the walls. It then slowly detached itself and fell to the ground. It's breathing was hoarse and ragged as it slowly stood, hunched over, staring at the through beady red eyes.
"Shit, maybe you were right for a change."
"Well Nia, it's not like all of my ideas are like that Ardainian debacle from 200 years ago," replied Tull.
"Don't even mention that."
Dromarch just shuddered.
"SILENCE!" The voice was like a hoarse whisper, yet booming and loud. "I have been summoned by a soul worthy of being my vessel. HAAAAAHHHHHHHHH." He lunged at Tull and went right through him. He manifested on the other side of them in physical form.
"What the bloody hell did you do to him!?" Now screamed.
"I stole his sole. He has only moments to live. I thank you for my new vessel. Farewell." With that, the entity vanished.
Tull was on his hands and knees. His breathing was erratic and scarce. His human sole had been stolen, he was no longer a Flesh Eater, but a Blade with no Driver. He had seconds at most.
"My Lady, use an Overdrive. It may be the only way to save him."
"Ok." Nia said as she reached for her bag. She pulled out an Overdrive Protocol and used it on Tull. His breathing slowly stabilized as he stood up. He seemed slightly dazed. "Tull, are you... all right?" Nia was worried that something had gone wrong.
"Ugh, I feel like I just got trampled by a hoard of Arduns." Nia smiled at this and hugged him.
"I'm so glad that you're all right." Nia let out a sigh of relief.
"So... I'm your blade now?"
"It's only temporary, just until we find some way of getting your human soul back."
"Heh, even if we don't, I wouldn't be so bad being bound to you." Tull said this, and then realized just how it sounded. "I-I mean I'd rather it b-be you, than a... stranger."
Releasing the hug and putting her hands on her hips, Nia said"You know, that almost sounded romantic for a second"
Tull just stuttered for a moment and walked off in his usually dignified manner, or at least as much of it as he could muster. "L-let's just go, we're going to need some help. I understand that your friends Zeke and Mòrag are preoccupied with there respective nations, correct?"
"Yeah, but how-"
"However, Tora and Rex ought to be able to help."
"Ok, how do you know about them. I never mentioned any of them." Nia questioned.
"Word travels fast in prison, my friend. It appears that the world needs its heroes once more."