Welcome to the latest chapter of Emblems and Heroes!
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Now, let us begin this chapter...
In the courtyard within the Kingdom of Askr, Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna were engrossed in the report that Kiran had sent to them via Ike, Soren, Mist, and Titania.
"According to Kiran's recent report," Alfonse spoke as he read through the report. "Ebony has become more brazen recently."
"That's true," Commander Anna acknowledged. "Kiran has even written the effects of the black jewels that Ebony has been using, and I can't believe she would risk her life by using those items."
"Commander, people like Ebony tend to use any risk to maximize their chances," Alfonse replied as he read the report carefully. "This is one of the reasons why Ebony and her Curse Directive is a long-term threat to Askr's... no, Midgard's safety."
"But, on the flip side," Sharena cheerfully interjected. "Kiran has also summoned Ivy as a new type of hero, an Attuned Hero!"
"Well, to be fair," Commander Anna admitted after reading what an Attuned Hero was in the report. "There are still a lot of things that we don't know about the Breidablik. First, it was the Ascended Heroes, then the Rearmed Heroes, and now, Attuned Heroes..."
"If that's the case," Sharena remarked. "What if Kiran manages to summon Emblems as Heroes?"
"Hmm... I doubt it, at least for now," Commander Anna answered as she let out a shrug. "Then again, what are the odds of Kiran summoning an Emblem as a Hero?"
As the trio continued reading the report, the sound of mechanical footsteps caught their attention. Alfonse looked around and spotted Reginn, the dvergr princess of Niðavellir, approaching them on her Gullinbursti, a magnificent mechanical boar-shaped steed that served as her mount and armor. As Reginn approached the trio, Sharena's welcoming wave drew a warm smile from her lips.
"Princess Reginn!" Sharena remarked with a hint of nostalgia in her voice. "It's been a while since you last visited Askr!"
Reginn nodded, stepping down from her Gullinbursti. "Yeah. I've been quite occupied back at Niðavellir," she replied, her tone carrying a hint of weariness.
Alfonse, ever vigilant, narrowed his eyes as he observed Reginn. "Has something happened in the Realm of Niðavellir?" he inquired, his voice tinged with concern.
Reginn met Alfonse's gaze squarely. "Curse Directive soldiers were spotted in Niðavellir," she explained. "Thankfully, we managed to drive them off with the battalion of Gullinbursti under my command."
Alfonse's expression tightened, the weight of the news settling upon him. Sharena's eyes widened in alarm, her concern mirroring her brother's.
Commander Anna, always quick to grasp the gravity of the situation, interjected, her tone businesslike. "What were the Curse Directive soldiers after in Niðavellir?" she questioned, her gaze piercing.
Reginn paused, contemplating her response before speaking again. "Um, I have a hunch," she began slowly, "That they may be after Eitri's old blueprints and research notes. That's why I came here to enlist your help."
The revelation hung heavy in the air, the implications sinking in for Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna alike. They knew that if the Curse Directive obtained such valuable information, it could spell disaster for not just Niðavellir, but for all the Nine Realms of Zenith.
Emblems And Heroes
A Fire Emblem Heroes x Fire Emblem Engage Crossover
Chapter 20: The Little Charmer's Liberation
Meanwhile, back in the Aether Resort's Dining Hall, Male Alear and Veyle sat contentedly alongside Ash and Askr, their plates now empty save for lingering traces of their meal. Askr, accompanied by his retainer, Ash, glanced over at Veyle, a flush of amusement lighting his eyes.
"Veyle," Askr said as he saw Veyle happily scarfing down her third bowl of curry. "That's your third helping of curry in a row."
Veyle's cheeks colored with embarrassment, and she let out an awkward laugh. "Oh, I... I'm sorry," she admitted, her voice trailing off. "I just really, really like spicy food."
Ash, her expression a mix of concern and amusement, leaned forward. "Miss Veyle, you had nothing but spicy food for lunch," she pointed out gently, her eyes flickering with worry. "I am genuinely worried if you have tried any other food in the Dining Hall..."
Male Alear, observing Veyle's determination to consume yet another serving of curry, interjected, "I'll have to convince you to try out other foods, Veyle," he teased, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Just as the conversation settled, the attention of the group was drawn to the approaching figures of the alternate versions of Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna, adorned in elegant New Year kimonos, making their way toward the table.
As New Year's Alfonse approached Askr in the Dining Hall, he spoke with a serious tone.
"Lord Askr," New Year's Alfonse spoke. "Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna have departed for the Realm of Niðavellir with Princess Reginn."
"I see," Askr nodded in acknowledgment, expressing his gratitude. "Thank you for informing me."
"Until those three return back to the Kingdom of Askr," Wealth Wisher Anna added. "The three of us will act as substitute leaders for the Order of Heroes."
"So, don't worry, everyone!" New Year's Sharena interjected. "We'll keep the castle running, though not exactly as our local versions, but close enough!"
After the departure of the New Year's versions of Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna, Askr turned to Male Alear and Veyle, inquiring.
"By the way," Askr said to Male Alear and Veyle. "Have you had the chance to meet Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna?"
"Yes," Male Alear replied. "We met them during our orientation."
"The three of them were very nice," Veyle said as she remembered her orientation in the Order of Heroes. "They were all patient with their explanations, and the two of us even spent some time with Sharena before we had our lunch here."
"I see," Askr smiled and explained. "That's good to hear."
"Um, about the versions of Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna that came by here," Veyle asked Askr. "Are they from a different world? And why they're dressed like that"
"Oh, those three? Their New Year's versions are indeed from another version of Zenith. They were summoned by Kiran some time ago," Askr explained. "They act as substitutes when the original trio is away or summoned by Kiran. They're more or less good at handling daily tasks as much as their original counterparts."
"So, whatever worries you two may have on the New Year's versions of Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna are misplaced," Ash added with a note of assurance in her voice. "I can state with utmost confidence that Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna will be alright as they travel in Niðavellir."
With reassurances exchanged, the group settled back into the comfort of the Dining Hall, their thoughts drifting to the safety and success of Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna on their journey to the Realm of Niðavellir.
In the ethereal realm of Alfheimr, also known as the Realm of Dreams, Kiran stirred from his slumber, finding himself surrounded by the otherworldly beauty of this realm. As he stretched and yawned, a gentle fluttering of wings caught his attention, and he turned to see Peony, the Alfr of Sweet Dreams, gliding gracefully towards him.
"Hello there, Kiran!" Peony greeted Kiran with a warm smile, her voice as soothing as a lullaby. "I'm glad you visited the Realm of Dreams! It's been a while since you last visited!"
"Um... Nice to see you again, Peony," Kiran explained, his voice carrying a sense of wonder at the dreamlike nature of their encounter. "Hmm... It seems I woke up here after I fell asleep in Elyos."
As he glanced around, Kiran noticed the sleeping apparitions of Alear, Alfred, Diamant, Ivy, Fogado, and Timerra, each curled in their peaceful, fetal positions.
"Aw, your friends from Elyos are sound asleep," Peony remarked. "They're all having pleasant dreams."
"Yeah," Kiran replied as he nodded at Peony. "Seems to be the case..."
In this tranquil realm where reality and dreams intertwined, Kiran and Peony shared a moment of serene reflection, their connection bridging the gap between two worlds, each wrapped in the embrace of peaceful dreams. Then, Kiran couldn't help but notice a flicker of concern in Peony's eyes.
"Peony, are you alright?" Kiran asked Peony, seeing that something had distressed her. "Um, you're spacing out there for a moment or two."
"Oh, sorry about that, Kiran," Peony replied as she focused her attention on Kiran. "I know that the Realm of Dreams is fine for now, but I can't shake the feeling that something is going to happen to Alfheimr in the future."
As Kiran absorbed her words, he witnessed the sleeping apparitions of his friends gradually fade from the tranquil realm. Peony's voice broke the silence.
"Your friends are suddenly waking up for some reason," Peony explained. "Oh! Something must've happened in Elyos."
"I agree. I should return to the waking world as well," Kiran acknowledged. "I'll see you later, Peony. Say hi to Freyr and Freyja for me."
Expressing her gratitude, Peony thanked Kiran for his brief stay in Alfheimr, her voice carrying a hint of melancholy. As Kiran bid her farewell for the time being with a solemn nod, his apparition also dissolved from the dreamlike realm, signaling his awakening in Elyos.
As Kiran rubbed the sleep from his eyes and emerged from his tent into the soft morning light, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settling over the Solm Oasis. The golden hues of dawn painted the sky, casting a warm glow over the tranquil surroundings.
His attention was drawn by the approaching footsteps, and he turned to find Alear, Ivy, and Timerra making their way towards him. Alear greeted him with a warm smile, her eyes bright with the promise of a new day.
"Good morning, Kiran," Alear chimed cheerfully. "I hope you slept well last night."
"Morning, Alear, Ivy, Timerra..." Kiran replied as he yawned. "It's quite early, you know..."
Timerra's voice, tinged with a hint of amusement, broke through the quiet morning air. "Yeah, I can tell," she remarked, a playful twinkle in her eye. "You're quite the late riser, aren't ya?"
Kiran stifled a yawn, his mind still groggy from sleep. "I was up late writing battle reports," he explained, a faint smile playing on his lips as he showed Alear one of his letters. "I spend an extra amount of time writing these."
"Oh, I see," Alear said as she inspected the letter that Kiran had given to her. The letter had Mauvier's name on it. "Wait, this letter is for... Mauvier?"
"Don't worry, Alear. It's a surprise, trust me," Kiran replied to Alear. Then he turned his attention to Ivy and Timerra. "By the way, did something happen while we were asleep?"
"Yeah, something did happen," Timerra exclaimed as she explained to Kiran. "A Solm palace guard just arrived in here and said that Solm Palace has been breached by enemy forces. They have Mom hostage!"
"And according to that palace guard," Ivy added. "My sister Hortensia has been spotted with the enemy forces."
"Which is why," Alear interjected. "We had to wake you up quickly, Kiran."
As Timerra relayed the unsettling news of Solm Palace's attack, a sense of urgency filled the air. Ivy's confirmation only deepened the gravity of the situation, her words weighted with concern for her sister's involvement in the assault.
Kiran, ever practical even in the face of danger, wasted no time in addressing the immediate need for sustenance. "Alear, do we have any light food prepared?" he inquired, his tone urgent yet composed. "Hmm, if we need to move quickly, I'll need something to eat."
Timerra nodded in understanding, her expression mirroring Kiran's sense of urgency. Without hesitation, she handed Kiran a hearty meat sandwich and a cup of water, offering him a small but nourishing reprieve before the impending confrontation.
"I know it's not that much," Timerra shrugged. "But, I hope that helps with your hunger pangs, Kiran."
As Kiran hastily devoured the sandwich and quenched his thirst, his mind raced with thoughts of the impending battle. Equipping the Breidablik to his right hand, he turned to Alear with determination etched on his features. "Alear, gather the rest of our allies," he instructed, with his voice steady despite the urgency of the situation. "I'm going to open a portal at the entrance of Solm Palace."
Alear nodded in agreement, determination gleaming in her eyes. "I understand," she affirmed, ready to rally their allies for the impending confrontation at Solm Palace. "I'll gather the rest of the group."
As Alear swiftly gathered their allies, the tension in the air was palpable, each member of the group steeling themselves for the impending confrontation. As Kiran quickly finished his makeshift breakfast, Alfred, Diamant, Fjorm, Seiðr, Fogado, Pandreo, Bunet, Merrin, and Panette stood ready, their expressions a mixture of determination and concern.
Kiran, ever vigilant, surveyed the assembled group, his gaze searching for any signs of hesitation or uncertainty. "Um, is that everyone?" he inquired, his voice steady despite the urgency of their mission.
Alear nodded firmly in response. "Yes, Kiran," she confirmed, her tone resolute. "I double-checked just to be sure."
Fjorm, her demeanor composed yet determined, stepped forward to address Kiran. "We're all ready to head back to Solm Palace," she affirmed, her voice echoing the determination of her allies.
"Just be ready to call in more allies," Seiðr suggested. "I truly expect our enemies will know that we are returning to Solm Palace."
"I agree with her," Alfred said to Kiran. "We should call in my sister Celine along with Alcryst and all of our retainers."
"Alfred and Seiðr both have a point," Alear complimented. "For all we know, we could be walking into a trap, like with Destinea Cathedral last time."
With a decisive nod, Kiran raised the Breidablik, focusing his energy on creating a portal back to Solm Palace. As the beam of light erupted from the artifact, striking the desert sand with a brilliant glow, a portal materialized before them, offering a glimpse of the palace beyond.
"There's no time to waste," Kiran declared, his tone firm as he urged his allies forward. "Let's head back to Solm Palace. I'll call forth the rest of our allies once we're in the palace entrance."
With resolve in their hearts and determination in their eyes, Alear, Kiran, and their allies stepped through the portal, ready to face whatever awaited them at Solm Palace. The fate of the queendom hung in the balance, and they were determined to protect it at all costs.
As Alear, Kiran, Ivy, and Timerra burst into the Solm Palace, they were met with the alarming sight of Hortensia with a Corrupted soldier holding Queen Seforia hostage.
"Took you long enough," Hortensia taunted, her voice dripping with disdain as she addressed the newcomers.
"Let my Mom go!" Timerra demanded as she glared at Hortensia.
"Nope, I don't think so," Hortensia retorted coldly as the Corrupted soldier's grip on the Queen Seforia tightened. "I don't think you have the right to demand anything."
Then, to prove her point, Hortensia showed her left hand to the group. An Emblem Ring that was tinged in red aura adorned her left hand, specifically on her index finger.
"And I also have an Emblem Ring," Hortensia smugly continued. "Besides, it was easy for me to get in here by telling the guards I was separated from my sister."
"Sorry, everyone," Seforia regretfully addressed Alear and Kiran's group. "I didn't know Hortensia was still on Elusia's side."
While Ivy was visibly distressed at the sight of her sister holding the Queen of Solm hostage, she felt a touch on her back. Startled, she glanced back and saw Kiran's hand, the Breidablik glinting in the dim light. As Kiran's telepathic voice resonated through the Breidablik, Ivy felt a sense of reassurance.
"I know you're distressed," Kiran urged silently, directing Ivy's attention towards Hortensia. "But, look at her eyes."
Ivy studied her sister's gaze intently, her heart sinking as she noticed the telltale red tinge. Ivy knew that Hortensia's eye color was the same as her hair color - pink. To see that her younger sister's eyes were tinged red made Ivy concerned about Hortensia's condition.
"Hortensia..." Ivy thought as she looked at her sister's red eyes. "She has been brainwashed."
"We must find a way to free Hortensia from the brainwashing," Baldraz urged within the Breidablik as his concern for Hortensia was evident in his words.
Kiran's response was swift, his telepathic voice echoing in Ivy's mind. "We need to proceed with this carefully. Don't forget that Queen Seforia's life hangs in the balance," he reminded them, his words a sobering reminder of the gravity of the situation.
Hortensia's voice shattered the tense silence, her words dripping with malice as she addressed Alear and Kiran's group.
"You all have a choice," Hortensia declared with the Corrupted soldier's grip on Queen Seforia tightening with each passing moment. "Hand over the Emblem Rings and Kiran Pathfinder, or I kill the queen."
The ultimatum hung heavy in the air, the weight of their decision pressing down on Alear, Kiran, Ivy, and Timerra as they faced the daunting task of saving Queen Seforia without putting Hortensia's life in further danger.
As Kiran and Baldraz conveyed their concerns, Ivy took a step forward, her eyes filled with determination and sorrow. She shook her head at Hortensia, her voice soft but firm.
"Hortensia, please don't do this," Ivy said to Hortensia. "You don't have to go through with it."
When Ivy spoke to her, Hortensia's gaze met with her older sister, a mix of surprise and underlying warmth in her eyes.
"Ivy! It's been a while... I suppose the Divine One and Kiran were right all along," Hortensia began, her voice tinged with disbelief. "But, I can't believe you've chosen to stand with them!"
"Hortensia, you have to understand," Ivy explained as her words carried the weight of her experiences. "So much has happened since we last saw each other. I..."
"Ever since Father sacrificed himself, Elusia has been working with Lord Sombron," Hortensia interrupted as her discomfort and bitterness were evident in her voice. "You abandoned Elusia and me to side with the enemy."
Then, with a pointed finger, Hortensia's declaration hung heavy in the air. "You're a traitor to Elusia, Ivy," she accused, the weight of her words echoing through the tense atmosphere, leaving Ivy grappling with the pain of her sister's rejection. "A stinking traitor!"
As the tension in the room reached a boiling point, Ivy's voice cut through the silence, soft but persistent. "Hortensia, I haven't betrayed anyone," she insisted, her gaze locked on Hortensia's. "Please, let me explain..."
Hortensia's arms crossed defensively, her expression hardened with defiance. "I don't want to hear from your dirty, double-crossing mouth!" she spat out, her words dripping with contempt. "Surrender the Emblem Rings and Kiran Pathfinder now!"
Kiran's voice cut through the tension, unwavering in its resolve. "I will not surrender to Sombron's demands," he declared, his eyes fixed on Hortensia with unyielding determination. "I already made that clear to Sombron a few days ago."
Alear's voice joined the fray, her determination matching Kiran's resolve. "I won't surrender my Emblem Rings. I won't let you kill Queen Seforia," she affirmed, her gaze steely as she pledged to protect Kiran from Sombron at all costs. "And lastly, everyone here won't hand Kiran over to Sombron!"
Timerra's agreement with Kiran and the Divine One added weight to their cause. "I agree with them both. If the Fell Dragon obtains the Emblem Rings, my nation and my people are doomed," she asserted, her voice tinged with urgency and fear. "So, threaten us all you want. Take my whole family hostage, if it makes you happy, but I stand for Solm, and I always will."
A small smile graced Queen Seforia's lips as she looked upon her daughter with pride. "There she is, Solm's future queen," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth and admiration for her daughter. "And she's allied with the Divine Dragon and the Summoner."
As Hortensia's body began to emit a sinister red miasma, signaling her growing agitation, she turned her attention to Timerra, her voice tinged with disbelief and frustration. "What's wrong with you?" she demanded, her tone incredulous. "Your mother is being held hostage! You're supposed to be scared! Give me what I want!"
As she said those words, the red haze surrounding her seemed to intensify as she continued, her words fraught with desperation. "No, what I need... I need the Emblem Rings to bring Father back to life," Hortensia confessed as her red eyes glowed eerily. "And I want to present Kiran Pathfinder to Lord Sombron..."
Ivy shook her head sadly, her heart heavy with the weight of their family's tragedy. "Hortensia, about our Father... He's gone. He was murdered by the Fell Dragon," she interjected gently, her voice tinged with sorrow. "You didn't know because you fled from Destinea Cathedral at that time."
As Hortensia showed hesitation for a brief moment, Ivy continued as her tone remained gentle, yet firm. "And Hortensia, there's no way we can bring him back," she explained, her words a somber reminder of the irrevocable loss they had all endured. "Not even with the power of the Emblem Rings."
Hortensia let out a scoff, her expression a mix of defiance and desperation as she addressed Ivy. "You don't know that!" she retorted, her voice tinged with frustration. "I have to try... I need to save Elusia and bring Father back. I just want everything to go back to the way it was before."
Ivy's response was gentle, her voice carrying the weight of shared pain. "I know what it's like," she murmured, her empathy reaching out to her sister during turmoil.
Kiran interjected, his words holding a sense of wisdom and understanding. "Change is a constant in life, Hortensia," he stated, his voice carrying a tone of empathy. "It's better to appreciate the things you have now, especially knowing that your older sister is still alive."
Hortensia's body emitted an eerie red miasma, a manifestation of her inner turmoil. "Stop trying to get into my head!" she snapped at Ivy and Kiran, her voice laced with desperation and defiance. "I'll... I'll kill the queen! I'll do it!"
Alear stepped forward, her voice firm but compassionate as she addressed her troubled friend. "I don't think you'll go through with that threat," she stated calmly as she gazed at Hortensia. "I know what it's like to lose a parent. And I know that what you're trying to do won't bring your Father back."
As the tension in the room reached a fever pitch, Queen Seforia's voice cut through the turmoil, her tone resolute. "Get it over with, if that's what you want," she urged, her eyes locking with Hortensia's. "So, are we doing this, or not?"
Hortensia's hesitation was palpable as she struggled with her inner turmoil. "I... I..." she admitted, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
Suddenly, Hortensia's body convulsed in pain, her hands clutching at her head as crimson miasma seeped from her pores. Struggling to stand up, Hortensia gazed at Alear, Ivy, and Kiran, hoping for them to listen to her.
"Help... me..." Hortensia pleaded weakly, her voice barely audible over the din of chaos. "I... I can't..."
Before anyone could come to help, Hortensia let out a bone-chilling scream as more red miasma leaked from her body, a haunting sight that sent shivers down the spines of those present. Then, Kiran saw an opening and quickly shot the Corrupted soldier holding Queen Seforia hostage. As the Corrupted soldier disintegrated, Kiran's voice broke through the cacophony, urgency coloring his tone as he issued a command to Timerra.
"Quickly, escort Queen Seforia outside the palace!" Kiran instructed Timerra as he glanced at the palace door.
Timerra nodded, determination flashing in her eyes. "Right! I'll do just that!" she affirmed, her voice steady as she swiftly guided Queen Seforia away from the harrowing scene. "I'll be back, okay?"
As Timerra escorted Queen Seforia out of the palace, Ivy attempted to approach Hortensia, but Kiran intercepted her, halting Ivy in her tracks. The Breidablik glowed white as more red miasma leaked out of Hortensia's body.
"Ivy, don't... I can sense foul magics leaking from Hortensia's body," Kiran explained to Ivy. "It's likely the same magic that brainwashed her."
As Kiran finished his explanation to Ivy about Hortensia's condition, the atmosphere in the room tensed further with the unexpected arrival of Zephia, one of the Four Hounds. Zephia's entrance was marked by a chilling admission, her voice dripping with cold calculation.
"I hate to admit it, but Kiran Pathfinder is right," Zephia confessed, her tone devoid of remorse. "Princess Hortensia has been a useful, brainwashed puppet so far."
Ivy's silent glare bore into Zephia, her eyes ablaze with fury at the revelation of Hortensia's manipulation. Ivy gripped her Icebound Tome tightly as red miasma continued to leak from Hortensia.
"What are you doing here, Zephia?" Alear demanded as she sensed the tension in the air.
"Missed you too, Divine One. It's been a while since your forces lost the battle back at Destinea Cathedral," Zephia replied to Alear in a cold and calculated tone as she casually gestured at Hortensia, her gaze fixed on Kiran. "As for why I am here, I want the same thing as she does - The surrender of the Emblem Rings and Kiran Pathfinder."
As Alear and Kiran glared at Zephia, Ivy's voice cut through the silence as her voice was eerily calm, but had a demanding tone underneath. "How... How did you do this?" she demanded with her voice subtly dripping in anger. "How did you brainwash Hortensia?"
As Hortensia's body ceased leaking red miasma, Zephia simply shrugged, a smirk playing on her lips. "I had help from Lady Veyle in subverting her," she admitted, her tone dripping with satisfaction. "Marni and Griss even ensured that Princess Hortensia was separated from her retainers."
As Zephia continued her explanation, the tension in the room escalated with the sudden appearance of two more of the Four Hounds, Marni and Mauvier, flanking her menacingly. Marni's voice cut through the silence, her tone cool and composed as she delivered her report.
"Aw, we're too late," Marni announced, her gaze flickering to Hortensia. "Queen Seforia managed to get away!"
Zephia's response was nonchalant, her demeanor unfazed by the setback. "It's alright," she reassured, her eyes gleaming with determination. "We'll get our chance another time."
Mauvier, the calmest of the trio, addressed Alear and Kiran with measured precision. "Divine One and Kiran Pathfinder..." he stated calmly as he reigned his horse, his gaze piercing as he awaited their response. "I hope to get some answers from the two of you."
Kiran's voice held a note of defiance as he countered Mauvier's implication. "What are you implying, Mauvier?" he demanded, his tone challenging as he met Mauvier's gaze head-on.
Before Mauvier could respond, Zephia's voice rang out, cutting through the tension like a blade. "Princess Hortensia, it's time for you to wake up," she commanded, her words directed at Hortensia.
As Zephia spoke those words, Hortensia rose to her feet, her body surrounded by a pulsating red aura. Then, Hortensia opened her eyes, and Alear, Ivy, and Kiran grimaced that the color of her eyes was still tinged in red.
"I'll... I'll kill them all," Hortensia proclaimed as she was brought under Zephia's control. "I'll... I'll do what it takes to retrieve the Emblem Rings and revive Father."
"This isn't you..." Ivy said as she pleaded at Hortensia. "Snap out of it, Hortensia! You have to fight this!"
As Ivy's plea echoed through the chamber, her eyes filled with desperation, Zephia's smirk only widened, a cruel glint in her eyes.
"I'm afraid she can't hear you," Zephia taunted, her voice dripping with malice. "But, I'll enjoy the spectacle as you all try to retrieve Princess Hortensia's Emblem Ring and inevitably... kill her."
"Zephia," Kiran questioned her. "What are you implying by that?"
"Oh?" Zephia replied to Kiran. "You will all see, soon enough."
Suddenly, the darkness seemed to seep into the very fabric of the palace, as multiple Corrupted emerged from pools of shadow and Elusian soldiers entered the palace from several entrances, their ominous presence casting a pall over the room.
At the same time, Zephia's wyvern and Hortensia's pegasus descended through one of the palace's open ceilings, casting sinister shadows against the stone walls. With a smirk, Zephia mounted her wyvern, flanked by Marni and Mauvier as they retreated to the throne room of the palace, with Hortensia in tow.
Just as the situation seemed dire, the sound of the palace door opening behind them shattered the tension. Alfred, Celine, Diamant, Alcryst, Fjorm, Seiðr, Fogado, and Timerra, accompanied by their retainers, streamed into the chamber, their presence a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. Among the group are Ivy's loyal retainers, Zelkov and Kagetsu, who were escorting her wyvern inside the palace.
Timerra's voice rang out above the clamor, her tone determined. "Now that Mom's safe, I've brought the rest of our allies to help out," she declared, her eyes blazing with resolve. "Let's do this!"
"Princess Ivy," Zelkov said to her. "Kagetsu and I have *brought* your wyvern along."
"Do not worry, Princess Ivy!" Kagetsu declared. "As your retainers, Zelkov and I will aid you in rescuing Princess Hortensia and bringing her back to her senses!"
"Zelkov, Kagetsu..." Ivy replied as her wyvern flew to her. "Thank you both for your support."
Ivy wasted no time as she mounted her wyvern just in time for the enemy forces to charge at the group. As the Corrupted and Elusian soldiers charged at them, Alear and Kiran's allies braced themselves. As their allies started fighting off the enemy forces, Alear's voice rose above the clamor, her words a call to action.
"Now is the time, Kiran," Alear urged, her eyes locking with his. "You need to summon your Heroes."
As the enemy forces surged forward, intent on overwhelming Alear, Kiran, and their allies, Fjorm stepped forward, her voice filled with determination. "Kiran, we'll hold them off," she declared, her Leiptr gleaming in the morning light of the palace. "You focus on summoning reinforcements."
Seiðr, the goddess of Vanaheimr, unleashed a blast of divine energy, sending one of the Corrupted reeling backward. "Time is of the essence," she reminded Kiran, her voice echoing with urgency. "Call forth more Heroes to bolster our forces."
Meanwhile, Kiran focused his attention on Hortensia, scanning her from a distance with the Breidablik. Baldraz's voice resonated in his mind, his words a revelation. "Hortensia is using the same Emblem Ring as before," Baldraz informed him, his tone grave. "It's the same Emblem Ring that is emitting energies from the World of Fodlan, and its red taint is likely the source of Hortensia's brainwashing."
Kiran nodded, a plan forming in his mind. "Thank you, Baldraz," he muttered as he prepared to summon reinforcements to turn the tide of battle. "I know what Heroes I needed to summon."
As Kiran readied his Breidablilk, Zephia observed the group from the higher floors of the palace. With Hortensia under her control, Zephia gripped the reins of her wyvern tightly as she saw what Kiran was about to do.
"Go ahead, Kiran Pathfinder," Zephia taunted Kiran as his group fended off one enemy soldier after another. "Summon your Heroes, if you dare."
As Zephia taunted the group from her vantage point, Kiran's steely glare locked onto her with unwavering determination. With a resolute pull of the trigger on the Breidablik, seven orbs, each bearing a distinct hue, erupted from the artifact. Three red, one blue, two green and one colorless orb landed on the ground, their otherworldly presence casting a radiant glow.
"Gathering stars to call upon the Heroes from Fodlan's Officer's Academy!" Kiran declared as he began to chant. "Heed my call and become the path its light shines upon!"
In a dazzling display of magic, the seven orbs transformed into portals, emitting a brilliant light that repelled nearby enemies, creating a protective barrier around the summoning ritual.
"Hero Summon!" Kiran's commanding chant filled the air, resonating with the weight of his determination. "I call forth Male and Female Byleth, Male and Female Shez, Dimitri, Edelgard, and Claude into the battlefield!"
As the portals erupted with energy, seven figures emerged, their forms materializing during the chaos. With weapons drawn and spirits high, Male and Female Byleth, Male and Female Shez, Dimitri, Edelgard, and Claude stood ready to fight alongside Kiran and his allies.
"I'm Byleth, the Tested Professor," Male Byleth declared, readying his Creator Sword. "I used to be a mercenary, but now I'm a professor. I will help your cause however I can."
"My name is Byleth, the Proven Professor," Female Byleth hesitated for a bit upon introducing herself. "I'm a former mercenary turned professor. I'll help your cause however I can."
"I'm Shez, Rising Mercenary," Male Shez declared as he readied his Crimson Blades. "Now that you've summoned me, who are we fighting?"
"I'm also Shez, but my title is the Keen Mercenary," Female Shez introduced herself as she readied her Crimson War-Axe. "Kiran, since you've called upon me, I'll win no matter who I'm up against."
"I am Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, heir to the throne of Faerghus," Dimitri declared as he reared his horse, readying his Noble Lance. "I hereby devote myself to your cause."
"I am Edelgard von Hresvelg, heir apparent of the Adrestian Empire," Edelgard boasted as she twirled her Victorious Axe. "I will follow you, but I bow to no one."
"I'm Claude. I'm not big on formalities, so no need to put on airs," Claude spoke as he readied his Cunning Bow as his horse reared up. "Feel free to throw me a feast any time, though."
On the other hand, Zephia couldn't help but muse aloud after Kiran had summoned his Heroes. Zephia simply snapped her fingers, and more Corrupted and Elusian soldiers started to appear around Solm Palace, growling at Alear and Kiran's group.
"Kiran," Zephia remarked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and acknowledgment. "So, that is your answer..."
"So what if that guy can summon more people to fight for him?" Marni scoffed as she saw Kiran summon his Heroes. "Big deal!"
On the other hand, Mauvier was silent as he witnessed Kiran summoning his Heroes. Mauvier wanted to ask the Divine One and Kiran several questions, and his grip on his Flame Lance tightened as the battle was underway.
'Divine One... Kiran...' Mauvier thought. 'I hope that in this battle, they can answer the questions that are looming in my mind.'
With Queen Seforia escorted safely, the stakes were raised as Alear, Kiran, along with their Heroes and allies prepared to face Zephia and her forces head-on. An epic clash was imminent as the morning rays of the sun gleamed over Solm Palace.
Meanwhile, as Reginn guided Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna through the Realm of Niðavellir, Alfonse's voice broke the silence, his tone tinged with a sense of familiarity as the group walked into a familiar forest.
"This forest feels familiar," Alfonse observed, his eyes scanning their surroundings.
Reginn nodded in agreement, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "We've returned to the Forest of the Sage, where Eitri used to reside," she explained, the memories of their previous encounters echoing in her words.
Sharena's voice joined the conversation, her recollection adding to the sense of deja vu. "I still remember the pit traps around the forest," she remarked, her expression reflecting a mix of caution and reminiscence. "And Reginn, you saved me from one, remember?"
As if summoned by their discussion, a Curse Directive soldier, a Lance Cavalier, charged at the group, only to trigger one of the concealed pit traps. With a resounding crash, the soldier tumbled into the pit, thwarted by the very obstacle Sharena had recalled.
"Well," Commander Anna remarked as she stared at the pit trap where the Curse Directive soldier fell. "That's one way to prove that the pit trap works as intended."
Reginn wasted no time urging the group forward, her sense of urgency palpable. "We must hurry," she insisted, her eyes scanning the forest for any sign of further danger. "I think the Curse Directive has already arrived."
The forest of Niðavellir crackled with an air of anticipation as the group braced themselves for the challenges that lay ahead, their unwavering determination a beacon of hope amidst the looming threat of the Curse Directive.
A few minutes later, the air crackled with tension as the group neared the Shrine of the Sage, the sounds of battle echoing through the ancient forest. Ahead, they witnessed a fierce confrontation between the automated Gullinbursti and the Curse Directive soldiers, each side locked in a deadly struggle.
As Alfonse observed the chaos unfolding before them, his expression grim, he turned to Reginn with a sense of urgency. "It seems we've arrived in the heat of battle," he remarked, his voice laden with concern.
Reginn nodded in agreement, her gaze focused on the unfolding conflict. "At least the automated Gullinbursti under my command have been holding off the enemy forces so far," she replied, her tone determined as she readjusted her own Gullinbursti in preparation for what lay ahead.
Suddenly, a Mage Flier from the Curse Directive's ranks noticed the group's approach, their tome crackling with dark energy as they swooped down towards them with malicious intent. Before they could strike, however, a powerful orb of dark energy blasted them away, sending them tumbling to the forest floor.
The group turned to see Veronica, the Princess of the Emblian Empire, astride her horse with an aura of sacred darkness emanating from her tome, Enclosing Dark. Her arrival was a beacon of hope amidst the chaos, her presence a symbol of strength and determination in the face of adversity.
"All of you seem to require my assistance," Veronica spoke, her voice laced with authority. "It seems I arrived here just in time."
As the group rallied together, Alfonse couldn't help but express his surprise at Veronica's unexpected presence in Niðavellir. "Veronica," he admitted, as his tone was filled with curiosity and relief. "I didn't expect to see you here."
Sharena chimed in with her gratitude evident as she thanked Veronica for her timely intervention against the enemy Mage Flier. "Hi Veronica!" she said, her expression earnest. "Thank you for intercepting that Mage Flier!"
Veronica nodded in response, her demeanor calm and collected despite the chaos surrounding them. "Reginn has informed me of the Curse Directive's infiltration in the Realm of Niðavellir," she explained, her voice steady. "I'm here to lend whatever assistance I can."
Veronica nodded in acknowledgment before calmly stating, "Reginn informed me of the Curse Directive's infiltration in Niðavellir through a letter. It seems the situation is more dire than anticipated."
Reginn, a touch of embarrassment coloring her cheeks, scratched her head and turned to Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna. "I... I'm sorry," she apologized. "I forgot to explain that part to all of you."
Commander Anna waved off Reginn's concerns with a reassuring smile. "It's alright," she reassured her. "At least Princess Veronica is with us now."
With their attention turned to the looming threat ahead, the group pressed onward toward Eitri's workshop. However, their journey was soon interrupted as more Curse Directive soldiers appeared, surrounding them with hostile intent. Alfonse, Sharena, Commander Anna, Veronica, and Reginn wasted no time in defending themselves, their weapons drawn as they prepared to face the onslaught of enemy forces.
Amidst the chaos of battle within Solm Palace, Alear and Kiran's group stood firm against the relentless tide of enemy forces that surged towards them. With each passing moment, the air crackled with the clash of steel and the shouts of combatants.
Alfred, the crown prince of Firene, proved himself a formidable warrior, his Arcane Qiang a blur of motion as he rode his horse into the heart of the fray. With each swift strike, he felled one Corrupted after another, his skill unmatched as he defended his allies.
Alongside him, Celine quickly moved around as she used her Joyous Tome to fire magic bolts at the enemies that were attacking her. As she did so, her Joyous Tome glowed in a green hue, healing the whole group of any of their wounds.
Besides Alfred and Celine, their loyal retainers, Etie, Boucheron, Louis, and Chloe, fought with unwavering determination, their weapons flashing in the morning light as they repelled any enemy soldier that dared to approach the Firene siblings.
"At least our retainers are holding off the enemies so far," Celine remarked as her Joyous Tome glowed green.
Suddenly, the rhythmic sound of hooves pounding against the palace floor drew Alfred's attention. Turning, he saw Dimitri, mounted on horseback and accompanied by Female Byleth. Both of them were running towards the group.
Dimitri's voice carried across the battlefield, strong and resolute. "Does your group require assistance?" he called out to Alfred, his gaze focused on the enemy forces that surrounded them. "And the Professor is with me."
"Don't worry," Female Byleth replied. "Dimitri and I would like to offer our aid."
Alfred nodded in acknowledgment, a sense of relief washing over him at Dimitri's offer of aid. "Any help would be appreciated," he replied, his voice tinged with gratitude. "Especially from Heroes such as yourselves."
Amidst the chaos of battle, Alfred's warning rang out as a group of Elusian soldiers surged forward, their weapons gleaming in the dim light of the palace. With a determined resolve, Alfred, Celine, Etie, Boucheron, Louis, and Chloe prepared to face their assailants head-on.
As the trio engaged the Elusian soldiers in combat, their attention turned to Dimitri, who found himself facing the brunt of the enemy's assault. With a swift motion, the Sword Flier bore down upon him, their blade poised to strike.
Alfred's voice cut through the din of battle, his concern evident as he called out to Dimitri. "Be careful!" he shouted, his eyes locked on the unfolding confrontation.
Dimitri nodded in acknowledgment, gratitude evident in his expression as he braced himself for the impending clash. With a firm grip on his Noble Lance, he met the Sword Flier's attack head-on, their weapons clashing with a resounding clang.
With impeccable skill and precision, Dimitri parried the Sword Flier's blow, deflecting the attack before delivering a decisive counterstrike that slew the Sword Flier, sending them and their wyvern careening into the palace floor.
"I won't be deterred!" Dimitri declared, his voice filled with determination as he stood victorious.
Then, an Elusian Axe Fighter charged at Dimitri, their Silver Axe gleaming in the morning rays of the desert sun. But, Female Byleth saw the attack coming and blocked the attempt with her Creator Sword.
"Allow me to demonstrate," Female Byleth declared as she slashed the Elusian Axe Fighter with her Creator Sword.
As Female Byleth took down the Axe Fighter, Celine walked towards her and Dimitri as her Joyous Tome glowed green. The rest of the group followed Celine as the glow of her Joyous Tome faded away, having restored the health of Female Byleth and Dimitri.
"There you go," Celine said to Dimitri and Female Byleth as her Joyous Tome glowed green. "I've healed you two a little bit. I hope that helps."
"Yes, it did," Female Byleth said to Celine. "Thank you."
"Princess Celine," Dimitri replied. "You have my thanks."
As Celine was about to reply, the moment of respite was cut short as a wave of enemy reinforcements charged at the group. As the battle raged on and more Elusian and Corrupted soldiers descended upon them, Alfred's voice rose above the fray, his resolve unwavering.
"It's not over yet!" Alfred called out. "Get ready everyone!"
With the clash of arms and the roar of conflict surrounding them, Dimitri, Alfred, Etie, and Boucheron braced themselves for the next wave of enemies, their unity and valor shining brightly amidst the chaos of war.
In the heat of battle, Diamant and Alcryst alongside their loyal retainers, Amber, Jade, Lapis, and Citrinne, fought with unwavering determination, their weapons flashing as they clashed against the relentless onslaught of enemy soldiers. With each strike of his Fair-Fight Blade, Diamant proved himself a formidable warrior, his skill unmatched as he swiftly dispatched his foes while Alcryst fired arrows from his Arcane Darkbow against any ranged enemies that were attacking the group.
Amidst the chaos, Edelgard, the fierce leader of the Black Eagles House and the heir to the Adrestian Empire, approached the group and her presence was a beacon of strength and resolve amidst the turmoil of battle. Standing alongside Edelgard was Male Byleth drawing his Creator Sword from his sheath as he accompanied Edelgard to rendezvous with Diamant and Alcryst.
"You two must be Diamant and Alcryst of the Kingdom of Brodia?" Edelgard confidently called out to Diamant. "It seems your group needs assistance."
"That is why Edelgard and I ran towards your group," Male Byleth replied. "We will need to stand together against the enemy opposition."
Diamant nodded in appreciation, a sense of gratitude evident in his expression as he acknowledged Edelgard's offer as he readied his Fair-Fight Blade.
"I appreciate both your help," Diamant replied, his tone sincere as he readied himself for the next wave of enemies.
"Y-yeah," Alcryst replied as he fired an arrow from his Arcane Darkbow. "W-we can use every help we can get."
"I'm glad we all agreed," Edelgard replied as she looked at Alcryst. "And you must be Alcryst, correct? You remind me of a classmate back in the Black Eagles House that Kiran had summoned as a Hero. Her name is Bernadetta, and she's also quite... skittish as you, and good with a bow as well."
"Is that so?" Alcryst replied as he scratched his head. "I-I guess I'll look forward to meeting her then."
As the group prepared to face the approaching Elusian soldiers, one of them, a Lance Cavalier, turned their attention to Edelgard, who stood poised and ready for battle. With a smirk, she tightened her grip on her Victorious Axe, anticipation gleaming in her eyes.
"I've been expecting you," Edelgard declared, her voice dripping with confidence as she braced herself for the Lance Cavalier's imminent attack. "What are you waiting for?"
As Edelgard spoke those words, the Lance Cavalier surged forward with a fierce attack, their lance aimed squarely at Edelgard. With lightning-fast reflexes, she swung her Victorious Axe, intercepting the blow with a resounding clang. The Lance Cavalier stumbled back, momentarily thrown off balance by the force of Edelgard's counter.
Seizing the opportunity, Edelgard pressed her advantage, her axe ablaze with fiery energy as she unleashed her Bonfire skill. With a mighty swing, she struck true, the flames engulfing her weapon as she brought the Lance Cavalier crashing to the ground.
"I will prevail!" Edelgard declared triumphantly, her voice ringing out above the din of battle.
But even as one foe fell, another emerged to take their place. As if to avenge their fallen ally, an Axe Cavalier charged at Edelgard with their Silver Axe, but Byleth managed to intercept the attack, using his Creator Sword to parry the Axe Cavalier's assault.
"Let the lesson begin," Male Byleth declared as he performed a riposte attack with his Creator Sword, taking down the Axe Cavalier.
As Male Byleth managed to take down the Axe Cavalier, a Sword Cavalier, and a Lance Flier thundered toward Edelgard and Byleth, their weapons raised in a vengeful strike. Before they could reach them, however, Diamant and Alcryst sprang into action, their weapons glowing as their special skills activated.
"For the pride of Brodia!" Diamant declared as he slashed at the Sword Cavalier, with his Fair-Fight blade glowing hot as he activated his Bonfire skill.
"I will protect everyone!" Alcryst said as he struck down the Lance Flier with one well-placed arrow that was enhanced by his Deadeye skill.
As the two enemies were disposed of, Edelgard turned to Diamant, gratitude shining in her eyes as she nodded in appreciation. "Thank you both for your assistance," she said, her voice sincere as she acknowledged his timely intervention.
But their respite was short-lived, as more Elusian and Corrupted soldiers descended upon them, their weapons raised and ready for battle. Diamant met Edelgard's gaze, determination burning bright in his eyes.
"The battle has only just begun," Diamant declared, his voice steady as he prepared to face the next wave of enemies head-on.
As the clash of arms and the chaos of war enveloped them, Edelgard, Diamant, and their allies stood shoulder to shoulder, their spirits unyielding as they faced the relentless assault of enemies.
Amidst the chaos of battle, Timerra and Fogado fought valiantly alongside their retainers, their determination unwavering as they faced wave after wave of Corrupted and Elusian soldiers.
With her Silver Lance held firmly in hand, Timerra struck down a Corrupted soldier with precision, her movements swift and decisive. "There are so many of them," she remarked, her voice laced with determination. "But we can't let that stop us."
Meanwhile, Fogado maintained his composure, his Killer Bow poised and ready as he aimed while riding his horse. With a steady hand, he unleashed an arrow that found its mark, bringing down one of the Elusian Sword Fliers with deadly accuracy. "We'll take them down one by one," he said calmly, his confidence unwavering.
As the battle raged on, Panette, one of Timerra's retainers, alerted her to the approach of more enemy reinforcements.
"Boss! More enemies incoming!" Panette shouted, her voice urgent as she braced herself for the impending onslaught.
With their group surrounded, Timerra, Fogado, and their retainers fought with renewed determination, their weapons flashing as they fended off the relentless tide of enemies.
Amidst the flurry of battle, an Elusian Mage Flyer descended upon Fogado, their Elfire tome aglow with ominous red energy. But before they could unleash their attack, an arrow streaked through the air, striking the enemy down with deadly accuracy.
Timerra and Fogado turned to see Claude, his bow drawn and his aim true. And he was accompanied by Male and Female Shez with both of them drawing out their signature weapons in front of the group.
"Looks like you could use a hand," Claude remarked with a smirk, his eyes scanning the battlefield. "And I brought these two along with me."
"It sure looks like you guys need help," Male Shez said. "We're ready to fight alongside you."
"That's why Kiran had summoned us here," Female Shez declared. "Good thing we arrived just in time."
Grateful for the timely intervention, Timerra nodded in agreement. "We're glad to have you three with us," she replied, her voice tinged with relief. "Every bit of help counts in a battle like this."
Claude chuckled, a sense of camaraderie evident in his tone. "I'm just doing my part," he said modestly. "Besides, I couldn't let you have all the fun without me or the Shezes, now could I?"
Before Timerra or Fogado could reply, another group of Elusian and Corrupted soldiers charged at the group. As Timerra, Fogado, and their retainers clashed with several of the enemies, the remaining three enemies, an Axe Flier, Lance Fighter, and a Bow Flier dashed towards Claude and the two versions of Shez.
In the heat of battle, the Axe Flier swung their Silver Axe at Male Shez, but he saw the attack coming and managed to block the attack with his Crimson Blades. Then, Male Shez lept at the Axe Flier, ready to do a retaliatory attack.
"You're done!" Male Shez declared as he took down the Axe Flier using his Crimson Blades.
At the same time, a Lance Fighter assailed Female Shez, their Killer Lance ready to strike the female mercenary. Yet, Female Shez expected the attack and used her Crimson War Axe to divert the Lancer Fighter's attack. As the Lance Fighter flinched at their attack being thwarted, Female Shez saw an opening, and swung her Crimson War Axe, striking down the Lance Fighter in one blow.
"This ends here!" Female Shez boasted as the Lance Fighter was taken down by her.
At the same time, Claude and the Bow Flier fired arrows at each other, but Claude was more skilled as he dodged the arrows that the Bow Fighter fired at him. Sensing an opening, Claude carefully aimed his Cunning Bow and fired a well-played arrow, which struck the chest of the Bow Flier, sending them and their pegasus down to the palace floor.
"Strategy in motion!" Claude declared as the Bow Flier was taken down by his arrow.
As Claude took down the Bow Fighter, he looked around and realized that the rest of the group managed to take down the enemy group. As they all regrouped, Fogado, the prince of Solm, approached Claude on horseback.
"Not bad!" Fogado said to Claude. "Seems you're much of a crack shot with a bow as I am!"
"Aw, thanks for the compliment!" Claude replied to Fogado. "You're not as bad with the bow yourself!"
As Claude and Fogado briefly chatted with each other, Timerra couldn't help but smile at the thought of victory. She then looked at her retainers, Panette and Merrin, as they were talking with the two versions of Shez and she realized that the Heroes that Kiran had summoned were decent people.
"Well, once this is all over," Timerra declared as she twirled her Silver Lance, her spirits lifted by the prospect of celebration. "I'll be sure to have a feast full of meat prepared!"
As Timerra said those words, Claude grinned in response, his eyes alight with anticipation. "Count me in for that," he said, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "I've never been one to turn down a good feast, especially after a hard-fought battle."
However, their respite was brief as another wave of enemies began to charge at them. With renewed determination, the group continued their advance through the palace, their resolve unshaken as they faced down wave after wave of enemies.
As the clash of swords echoed through the palace halls, Alear and Kiran's group fought bravely, their determination unwavering as they carved a path through the throngs of Elusian and Corrupted soldiers. With each enemy they defeated, they drew closer to their ultimate goal, the throne room, where Zephia, Marni, and Mauvier retreated, with Hortensia currently under Zephia's control.
"We need to reach the throne room where Zephia and Hortensia retreated," Alear declared, her voice filled with urgency as she exchanged blows with an Elusian soldier. "That's where we'll rescue Hortensia."
Ivy soared overhead on her wyvern, her eyes scanning the chaos below. "I agree," she called out, her voice ringing out above the sounds of battle. "We have to rescue Hortensia from Zephia's control."
Kiran nodded in agreement, his focus unwavering as he fired a shot from his Breidablik, striking down a Corrupted Mage Flier with pinpoint accuracy. "I couldn't agree more," he replied, his voice resolute as he surveyed the battlefield.
As a small group of enemies closed in on the group, Zelkov and Kagetsu, Ivy's loyal retainers, stepped forward to intercept them. Zelkov threw Silver Daggers while Kagetsu parried attacks from the enemy group that tried to block their way toward the throne room.
"Go," Zelkov said as he readied his Silver Daggers. "Rescue Princess Hortensia. Kagetsu and *I* will *fight* off the enemy soldiers."
"Do not worry about us, Princess Ivy!" Kagetsu said to Ivy, urging her to go ahead with Alear and Kiran. "Zelkov and I can handle these enemies! Go ahead with the Divine One and Kiran!"
Ivy hesitated for a moment, torn between staying to fight alongside her retainers and pressing forward to rescue her sister. But with a determined nod, she made her decision, turning to join Alear and Kiran as they continued their advance toward their objective.
As Zephia observed Alear and Kiran's group drawing nearer to the throne room, she turned her attention to Hortensia, her expression cold and calculating. The young princess stood nearby, her eyes glazed over with a haunting red glow, a clear indication of the insidious control Zephia held over her.
"Princess Hortensia," Zephia commanded, her voice dripping with malice as she issued her orders to the entranced princess. "Be a dear and attack them all."
Hortensia obeyed without hesitation, her demeanor distant and detached as she spurred her pegasus forward. With a swift motion, she transformed the tainted Ring of the Instructor into a lance, its gleaming surface now imbued with dark power.
"I... I must get the Emblem Rings," Hortensia murmured, her voice devoid of emotion as she echoed Zephia's words. "I must save Father."
With a chilling resolve, Hortensia charged towards Alear and Kiran's group, her lance held aloft as she led the charge alongside a contingent of Elusian and Corrupted soldiers. Mauvier could only watch in silence as he saw Hortensia fly towards the Divine One and Kiran's group.
Meanwhile, Marni, one of Zephia's allies, turned to her for guidance, her expression tinged with uncertainty. "What do we do now?" she inquired, her voice tinged with anticipation.
Zephia regarded the unfolding scene with an air of quiet satisfaction, her demeanor eerily calm. "Now, this is where our little puppet princess has outlived her usefulness," she replied, a sinister smile playing at the corners of her lips. "We can simply watch as Princess Hortensia meets her fate of being taken down by the very people who are aiming to save her."
As the group stormed into the throne room of Solm Palace, their senses heightened, they were met with the chilling sight of Hortensia charging towards them, flanked by a cohort of Elusian and Corrupted soldiers.
The urgency of the situation was palpable as Fjorm, her lance Leiptr gleaming in the dim light, swiftly engaged the enemy mages with practiced precision.
"I'll handle the mages," Fjorm called out to Kiran and Alear over the din of battle, her voice resolute as she deftly parried incoming spells. "Focus on rescuing Hortensia."
"Don't worry, Kiran!" Alear said as she clashed blades with one of the Corrupted soldiers that was going to attack Kiran. "I got this!"
Meanwhile, as her staff was crackling with divine energy, Seiðr unleashed powerful blasts that scattered the Corrupted soldiers in their path. "Kiran, time is of the essence," she urged Kiran, her tone urgent. "You must aid your allies in freeing Hortensia before it's too late."
Kiran nodded grimly, his resolve firm as he swiftly transformed his Dire Breidablik into the formidable Axe Breidablik. With determination etched upon his features, he prepared to face Hortensia head-on as she bore down upon him with her lance, Luin, her eyes vacant and glazed over with Zephia's control.
Then, Hortensia, under the malevolent influence of Zephia, unleashed a piercing shriek as she launched herself at Kiran with her lance, Luin, her movements fueled by a dark determination. But Kiran, his Breidablik transformed into its Axe form, reacted swiftly, intercepting her attack with a deft maneuver, much to Hortensia's frustration.
As Hortensia's eyes blazed with an unnatural fervor, leaking ominous red miasma, Kiran addressed her with a sense of urgency. "Hortensia! Snap out of it," he implored, his voice tinged with concern. "This isn't you! You're being brainwashed by Zephia!"
But Hortensia remained resolute, her resolve unyielding as she countered, "I will defeat you!" she declared. "It's the only way to save Father!"
As the tainted Ring of the Instructor pulsated with an ominous red glow, Alear managed to take down the Corrupted soldier as she looked at Hortensia, with her expression darkened with concern.
"Be careful," Alear warned Kiran as another Corrupted soldier attacked her. "Hortensia's Emblem Ring is leaking Fell Dragon energy."
Acknowledging Alear's warning with a nod, Kiran braced himself for the impending confrontation, his determination unwavering in the face of adversity.
"Thanks for the warning, Alear," Kiran replied, his tone resolute as he prepared to face Hortensia once more. "I just hope we find a way to free Hortensia before it's too late."
Then, the tension in the throne room escalated as Hortensia, wielding the ominous Fracture staff, aimed its power at Kiran, seeking to render him vulnerable to her subsequent attacks. However, Ivy quickly flew her wyvern and intercepted Hortensia's attack with a flurry of icicles conjured by her Icebound Tome, shielding Kiran from harm.
"Hortensia, please!" Ivy pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "Come to your senses!"
But Hortensia, her eyes ablaze with an unsettling crimson hue, met her sister's gaze with a steely resolve. "Why fight me, Ivy? All I want is to bring Father back," she retorted, her voice laden with anguish. "Don't you miss him?"
Ivy continued intercepting Hortensia's attacks as her own heart became heavy with longing for their Father, with both sisters giving it their all as their attacks kept being canceled out.
"Of course, I miss him, Hortensia," Ivy answered, her voice laden with anguish as she continued intercepting Hortensia's attacks. "My heart aches for him every day, but I can't bear to lose you as well."
During the intense battle between Ivy and Hortensia, a new voice echoed within the Breidablik. It was Baldraz, offering a solution to free Hortensia from Zephia's control.
"Kiran, the key to breaking Zephia's hold on Hortensia is to summon her as a Hero," Baldraz suggested. "You must fire a Golden Summon Orb at her."
Kiran understood the situation and prepared the Breidablik with a single Golden Summon Orb. "The challenge is Hortensia's speed, especially if her pegasus moves so fast," he said as he readied the Breidablik. "I need a clear shot."
Just then, Seiðr approached having dispatched her assailants with swift efficiency. "Kiran," she offered, her voice calm yet resolute. "I may be able to assist."
Kiran's face brightened with hope as he considered Seiðr's suggestion. "Seiðr, that's an excellent idea," he replied with a grateful smile. "Your ability can briefly stop Hortensia from moving."
Seiðr nodded in acknowledgment, her focus unwavering as she prepared to unleash her Future-Focused ability. "My ability will require some time to activate," she cautioned Kiran, her gaze fixed on the airborne Hortensia. "But once it's ready, I will be able to briefly stop Hortensia from moving. And when I do, please be prepared to act swiftly."
"Seiðr, please do," Kiran replied. "We'll need all the help we can get to rescue Hortensia."
As he transformed his Axe Breidablik back to its Dire form, Kiran aimed at Hortensia carefully, Seiðr's concentration intensified, her staff emitting a faint glow as she channeled her Future-Focused ability. Kiran watched with a sense of anticipation, his grip on the Breidablik tightening as he waited for the opportune moment.
As Hortensia momentarily pauses in her aerial maneuvers, Seiðr's voice rings out, filled with determination. "I have halted her movement for a brief moment," she urges, her eyes locked on the unfolding scene. "There is hope yet, Kiran!"
With determination in his eyes, Kiran seized the opportunity presented by Seiðr's intervention. "It's now or never," Kiran declared. "There's my opening!"
With unwavering focus, Kiran unleashed the Golden Summon Orb from his Breidablik, the orb streaking toward Hortensia with unyielding purpose.
Since she was in combat with Ivy, Hortensia was caught off guard by the sudden strike of the Golden Summon Orb. As the orb made contact, a brilliant light erupted from within her, illuminating the grand halls of Solm Palace. The red miasma that had clouded her mind and soul began to dissipate, purged by the cleansing power of the orb, prompting Hortensia to let go of her lance, Luin, reverting the lance to Ring of the Instructor. Ivy had to cover her eyes as Hortensia's body began to glow white.
As Alear saw Hortensia letting go of her Emblem Ring, she dashed towards the Emblem Ring, and with some effort, she managed to obtain the tainted Emblem Ring while everyone else was distracted by Hortensia.
Just as Alear managed to retrieve the Ring of the Instructor, Hortensia's scream pierced the air, a mix of agony and liberation as the light enveloped her form, transforming her into a radiant glow. The chamber was bathed in the ethereal light, a moment of transformation and rebirth as the grip of darkness that had bound her began to unravel, revealing the true princess beneath the shadow of corruption.
As the light dimmed around them, Kiran and Ivy found themselves standing in a dreamscape, a realm of swirling mists and ephemeral shadows. Ivy's voice cut through the surreal atmosphere. "Where are we, Kiran?"
Kiran glanced around, his brow furrowing in contemplation. "If I'm not mistaken," he began, "We're inside Hortensia's mind."
Before they could ponder further, an apparition materialized before them, taking on the form of Hortensia herself. The spectral figure spoke, her voice echoing softly.
"Kiran," Ivy spoke as she saw the apparition of Hortensia. "Is that..."
"Yeah," Kiran replied as he saw the visage. "This must be Hortensia's soul."
"Thank you, Kiran. You've freed me from the shackles of control," Hortensia said, her words carrying a weight of regret and gratitude. "But, I was the last person left at Elusia Castle. Without me, there'll be no one to lead."
Ivy's voice joined the conversation, her tone resolute despite the dire circumstances. "It's true, Hortensia, but the situation is beyond our control. Elusia has fallen under the sway of the Fell Dragon."
Hortensia listened intently, her ethereal form seeming to absorb Ivy's words. "Our Father ceased to be king the moment Elusia was seized by Fell Dragon Sombron," Ivy continued, her voice tinged with bitterness. "And now, his daughter and the Four Hounds serve as his enforcers."
In the swirling dreamscape, Kiran's voice carried a weight of solemnity as he recalled the events at Destinea Cathedral, where he saw King Morion as a Corrupted soldier.
"Hortensia," Kiran began, his tone tinged with concern, "If you return to Elusia now, you risk falling under Zephia's control once more. You'll either become a mindless puppet or, worse yet, be killed and transformed into one of the Corrupted."
Hortensia's gaze met Kiran's, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. Before she could respond, Ivy interjected, her voice soft but firm. "Hortensia, I miss Elusia too," she admitted, her words heavy with regret, "But, there's no home to return to until we defeat Fell Dragon Sombron. We all played a part in the tragedy that befell our kingdom."
The weight of Ivy's words seemed to settle upon Hortensia, her expression shifting to one of dismay. "I know... And I got separated from Rosaldo and Goldmary when those Four Hounds kidnapped me," she confessed, her voice tinged with sadness. "I've left everything behind."
Kiran's voice cut through the uncertainty in the shifting haze of the dreamscape. "Hortensia," he said gently, "Even though your Father is gone, your sister is here with us. And as for your retainers, they're out there somewhere looking for you."
Hortensia's lips curved into a melancholy smile at Kiran's words. "Well.." she admitted softly. "I suppose you and Ivy are right."
Turning her attention to Kiran, Hortensia's expression grew earnest. "Kiran, do you remember what I said to you back at the Grand Crossing?" she asked, her voice tinged with remorse. "I called you a big, lying phony."
Kiran nodded in acknowledgment, a sense of understanding dawning on him. "Yes, I remember," he replied quietly. "That was the first time I encountered you in battle, Hortensia."
With a hint of vulnerability, Hortensia offered her apology. "As much as it's not cute for me to say this," she confessed. "I'm... sorry for my actions back then. There, I... I said it!"
Kiran's response was swift and forgiving. "It's alright, Hortensia," he said to assure her. "Ivy and I are here to forgive you."
"We can't change what has already happened, but we can still change the present and the future," Ivy said to Hortensia. "And Hortensia, I allowed Kiran to summon me as a Hero last night."
As she listened to Ivy, Hortensia nodded as her gratitude radiated in the dreamscape began to fade around them. "Wait, Ivy is now a Hero? Fine... I suppose I'll allow myself to be summoned by you as a Hero," she said earnestly to Kiran. "And once you do, you'd better think of a grandiose speech that describes my cute looks as I get to be summoned by you, okay?"
"Don't worry, Hortensia," Kiran replied as he readied the Breidablik. "I will..."
With those words, the dreamscape dissolved, leaving Kiran and Ivy standing amidst the shifting mists, their path forward now clear.
As the bright light engulfed Solm Palace, casting its radiance throughout the grand halls and chambers, Marni, stationed at the edge of the throne room, shielded her eyes against its brilliance.
"What in the world did that guy just do?" Marni questioned, her voice tinged with bewilderment.
Zephia, standing nearby, raised her tome defensively, attempting to ward off the blinding light. "I... I don't know," she admitted, her voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. "But, I feel my control over Hortensia has been broken."
As the intensity of the light began to wane, the inhabitants of Solm Palace slowly regained their bearings. The aftermath revealed a scene of chaos and disarray; the outburst of light had decimated most of the Corrupted soldiers and left the remaining Elusian soldiers disoriented and confused.
Alear, rubbing her eyes as the brightness faded, voiced the collective confusion. She then checked if she still had the tainted Ring of the Instructor with her, and fortunately, she still had that Emblem Ring in her possession.
"What just happened?" Alear wondered aloud, trying to make sense of the sudden upheaval.
From Alear's Ring of the Princess Exalt, Emblem Lucina's voice echoed in Alear's mind. "Kiran has succeeded in freeing Hortensia," Emblem Lucina's words carried a note of triumph and relief. "That's not all. I'm sensing that Hortensia is being summoned by Kiran himself as a Hero."
The room fell silent as everyone watched in awe as Hortensia's body began to glow with a golden hue, her figure surrounded by an ethereal light. Standing beside her, were Kiran and Ivy, having freed Hortensia from Zephia's control. Then, Kiran raised his Breidablik, his words resonating with power.
"Gathering stars to call on the charming second princess who walks on the path of redemption!" Kiran chanted, his tone filled with determination. "Become the path its light shines upon!"
As the glow around Hortensia slowly faded, Kiran's voice rang out in Solm Palace, carrying the weight of his summoning chant,
"Hero Summon!" Kiran chanted as he twirled his Breidablik. "Become a cute Hero, Hortensia, the Little Charmer!"
The room erupted into murmurs of amazement and admiration, the sight of Hortensia breaking free from Zephia's brainwashing and embracing her new role as a summoned Hero filling everyone with hope.
"Kiran, Ivy..." Alear muttered. "You both did it..."
"Well done, Kiran," Fjorm said. "I believed in you, and that has never wavered..."
"It fills me with joy that the Child of Elusia such as Hortensia is saved," Seiðr said. "And now, she has become a Hero."
"I am glad that Princess Ivy and Kiran are alright," Kagetsu remarked. "And I am even more happy that they rescued Princess Hortensia and she is now a Hero like Princess Ivy!"
After completing the summoning process, Hortensia struck a cute pose as she rode her pegasus, her demeanor shifting as she introduced herself.
"It's me — the second princess of Elusia, Hortensia!" Hortensia declared, her voice filled with newfound resolve. "I'm ready to use my cute looks to support Kiran as a Hero!"
But amidst the awe and celebration, Marni stared at the whole event in disbelief and Zephia could only frown in frustration. At the same time, Mauvier remained silent as he stared at Alear and Kiran. For Zephia, her plan to manipulate Hortensia as a sacrificial pawn had been thwarted by Kiran Pathfinder and the realization left her seething with resentment and anger.
"To think that Kiran Pathfinder was the one who broke Hortensia free from my grasp," Zephia muttered, barely able to contain her frustration. "The Divine One and the Summoner... Both of them are indeed threats to Lord Sombron's plans... For that, they must die, here and now."
As the radiant glow of Hortensia's transformation filled the throne room of Solm Palace, a hush fell over the chaotic scene. Swords paused mid-swing, spells hung suspended in the air, as all eyes turned towards Kiran and the newly summoned Hero, Hortensia.
Hortensia's Fracture staff began to shimmer and morph in the stillness, its form changing into a dazzling golden heart-themed staff. With a gasp of astonishment, Hortensia reached out to inspect her new weapon, marveling at its beauty.
Beside her, Kiran raised the Breidablik, scanning the staff keenly. "Hortensia, you have a new weapon," he proudly told Hortensia. "It's a staff called the Arcane Charmer. It seems that you were summoned as a Rearmed Hero, just like with Alfred."
Hortensia's smile widened at the revelation. "I'm a Rearmed Hero, huh? And the Arcane Charmer..." she repeated as she inspected her new staff, her voice filled with delight. "It's the perfect staff to complement my cute looks."
"Zephia," Alear said as she pointed her Libération towards Zephia. "Enough. Hortensia is freed from your grasp. Leave here at once, or we'll force you to!"
"Well, if it isn't my favorite lizard! How's Solm treating you after your loss back at Detinea Cathedral?" Zephia mockingly sneered at Alear. "Don't you worry... Most of your 'friends' are safe with Sombron. Celica, Micaiah, Marth... Aren't you going to demand them back?"
"You..." Alear glared at Zephia.
"Oh, did you want to see them?" Zephia replied as she showed the tainted Ring of the Holy Knight, her voice dripping in insults. "Shame. I only brought Sigurd with me. Couldn't have you taking all of them, could I?"
As Alear was about to reply, Kiran put his right hand on her shoulder. As Alear noticed Kiran's right hand on her shoulder, she nodded as she calmed down. Then, she heard the voice of Baldraz speaking in her mind.
'Alear, do not fall for her ploys,' Baldraz said to Alear. 'Should Zephia be defeated or killed here, the tainted Ring of the Holy Knight will teleport back to Evil Veyle, rendering your attempt at retrieving it for naught."
'I see,' Alear thought. 'So, what should we do then?'
'Don't worry about that, Alear,' Kiran thought back. 'We may not be able to retake Emblem Sigurd here, but we can at least inflict a humiliating defeat on the Hounds and send them packing...'
When she heard Baldraz and Kiran's thoughts, Alear slowly nodded, trusting Kiran with whatever plan he was concocting. Then, Kiran stepped forward and confronted Zephia.
"Ah, Zephia... The most loyal of Sombron's lapdogs," Kiran sarcastically said to Zephia. "How is he by the way? Still sulking around after we've escaped from his grasp?"
As Zephia insulted Alear earlier, she was appalled when Kiran delivered his brand of insult on not just her, but also Fell Dragon Sombron. On the other hand, Marni clenched her right hand in anger as Kiran insulted Lord Sombron.
"You... How dare you sully Lord Sombron's name in vain!" Marni spoke in Zephia's stead and glared at Kiran. "You should've died the moment your army lost that battle!"
"True, we did lose that battle in Destinea Cathedral and lost the first six Emblems, but we retreated, and we're still here," Kiran admitted as his grip on the Breidablik tightened. "But, it's different this time. Look around you, most of the Elusian and Corrupted soldiers you brought along have been taken down!"
As Kiran's words echoed throughout the palace, Zephia and Marni stared at Kiran in silent fury. Everyone else, from Alear to Ivy, and even Hortensia listened on as Kiran continued his speech.
"Not only did you fail in capturing Queen Seforia, but even Hortensia was freed from your grasp and she is now a Hero. Unlike back at Destinea Cathedral, I can confidently say this," Kiran solemnly declared. "This time... We'll send you Hounds back to your Fell Dragon master with your tails between your legs!"
The moment Kiran spoke those words, Zephia gripped her Thoron tome as she glared at him, with the tainted Emblem Ring in her possession glowing bright red. "Kiran Pathfinder, I have gravely underestimated you. To think someone like you is on par with that lizard of a Divine One in terms of being nuisances," she admitted, her tone laced with venomous resolve. "But now, both you and the Divine One must die here."
With a snap of her fingers, the tranquility shattered as several Corrupted soldiers materialized in the throne room, their dark forms casting ominous shadows across the marble floors. The brief respite was over, replaced by the renewed tension of battle as the forces of darkness closed in once more.
"Your death threats don't concern me at all, Zephia," Kiran retorted, having none of it as he gestured towards Hortensia. "On the other hand, Hortensia would like to speak with you."
With her Arcane Charmer staff pointed squarely at Zephia, Hortensia's voice rang out, filled with righteous anger. "How dare you!" she exclaimed, her words echoing with fury. "Your so-called Fell Dragon killed my Father, ruined Elusia, and forced me to fight Ivy!"
As Hortensia's body began to glow with soft, white light, she fixed her gaze unwaveringly on Zephia. "I... I want my life back!" she declared, her voice carrying the weight of her determination. "You're going to pay for what you did to everyone here!"
The radiant aura emanating from Hortensia not only enveloped Alear, Kiran, and their allies, but also seemed to debilitate Zephia, Marni, Mauvier, and the rest of the Corrupted soldiers standing with them. Their combat prowess weakened, and their forms shrouded in an oppressive energy that sapped their defenses.
"That aura..." Ivy remarked to Kiran. "Is that her skill?"
Within the depths of the Breidablik, Baldraz's voice echoed in the minds of Alear, Kiran, and Ivy. "Yes, Ivy. Hortensia possesses a unique skill," he explained telepathically, his tone filled with anticipation. "It's called 'Glittering Anima.' It increases the combat prowess of allies while debilitating enemies."
With a commanding tone, Zephia reined in her wyvern, her voice cutting through the chaos of battle. "What are you waiting for?" she demanded of the Corrupted soldiers, her eyes ablaze with determination. "Kill the Divine One, Kiran, and the rest of their allies! Show no mercy!"
Her words spurred the Corrupted soldiers into action, and with a chilling battle cry, they charged toward Alear, Kiran, Ivy, and Hortensia. Marni, Mauvier, and the other Corrupted soldiers joined the fray, their weapons gleaming in the morning light of the throne room.
"Hmm, I remember Mauvier wants to fight me and Alear for some reason," Kiran remarked as he saw Mauvier galloping his horse in his direction. "Ivy, Hortensia... Can I leave Zephia to you two?"
Ivy, her eyes locked on Zephia, turned to Kiran with a determined expression. "So be it, Kiran. Leave Zephia to me and Hortensia," she said to Kiran. "You and the Divine One focus on Mauvier."
Hortensia's grip tightened on her Arcane Charmer as she nodded in agreement with Ivy's plan. "I agree with Ivy. We both have a score to settle with her," she said. "Zephia will pay for what she did to me."
"If you're willing, I think Seiðr and I can fight off one of the Hounds," Fjorm suggested to Kiran as she pointed at Marni. "I think she goes by the name of Marni."
"I agree with Princess Fjorm here," Seiðr interjected. "We have to keep the Hounds occupied as the rest of our allies finish off the remaining enemy forces in the palace."
Kiran, his gaze locked on Mauvier approaching on horseback, made a decision. "I'll handle Mauvier. Alear and I will take care of him," he suggested. "Ivy, Hortensia, be careful with Zephia."
Alear nodded in understanding as she readied herself for the upcoming battle. "Don't worry about me or Kiran. We'll watch each other's backs," she replied. "Stay safe, Ivy and Hortensia."
As Ivy and Hortensia squared off against Zephia, Alear and Kiran faced off against Mauvier while Fjorm and Seiðr confronted Marni. The stage was set for a fierce confrontation, with alliances tested and destinies intertwined in the heat of battle.
The clash of swords and the roar of magic continued to echo through the halls of Solm Palace as the battle raged on. Mauvier, mounted on his horse, charged towards Alear and Kiran, a group of Corrupted soldiers at his side. With his Flame Lance drawn, Mauvier called out to his adversaries.
"Kiran Pathfinder," Mauvier declared, his voice ringing out above the chaos. "It is time for you to answer my questions."
Kiran, standing firm alongside Alear, met Mauvier's gaze with unwavering resolve. "Mauvier, is it?" he replied calmly, his tone betraying no hint of fear. "You'll have your answers soon enough."
Weapons clashed as Kiran parried Mauvier's Flame Lance attacks with the Axe Breidablik. As Alear stood there and watched Kiran square off against Mauvier, she couldn't help but feel both in awe and concerned about Kiran, but she had already put her trust in him in this particular battle.
Mauvier's expression hardened as he spoke once more, his voice tinged with suspicion. "I know that the Veyle that is with Sombron is not the Lady Veyle that I know," he accused, his eyes narrowing in scrutiny. "That is why I must know what happened to Lady Veyle during your retreat."
As the Corrupted soldiers closed in around them, Kiran's attention shifted, his gaze darting toward the approaching threat. "Mauvier, as much as I'd be willing to explain," he conceded, his voice measured. "But, there are too many prying eyes here. I'm sure Sombron and the false Veyle can oversee the battle through the eyes of the Corrupted."
As Mauvier noticed how Kiran referred to the Veyle that was with Sombron as 'false', Kiran clashed weapons with Mauvier. Then, the Corrupted soldiers began to growl and charge at Kiran, to overpower the Summoner with sheer numbers. Alear readied her Libération to fight off the incoming Corrupted, a certain group emerged to aid Alear and Kiran in their struggle against Mauvier and the Corrupted soldiers. Male and Female Shez, Claude, Timerra, Fogado, and their retainers launched a fierce assault on the enemy, their weapons flashing in the morning light of Solm Palace.
"Kiran," Claude said as he shot an arrow at one of the Corrupted soldiers using his Cunning Bow. "Seems you always tend to be in the thick of things."
"As expected, I tend to be like this during battle," Kiran remarked as he backed off from Mauvier. "But, thank you for the concern, Claude."
"I kinda agree with him," Male Shez remarked as he readied his Crimson Blades. "Kiran's been like that, even when he summoned me and my female counterpart last time."
"Well," Female Shez said as she readied her Crimson War Axe. "At least as Heroes, we have to protect and back him up, right?"
Timerra's voice cut through the din of battle as she addressed Alear and Kiran. "Looks like you two could use some help," she remarked, her tone confident as she gazed at Mauvier. "Shall we take that guy head-on?"
Alear nodded gratefully, her eyes scanning the battlefield. "Thank you, Timerra, but I think Kiran got this one. If your group can handle the Corrupted soldiers following Mauvier," she replied, pointing at the group of Corrupted that were accompanying the eponymous Hound. "Kiran and I will confront Mauvier himself."
With a wink, Timerra assured Alear of their capabilities. "You got it, Divine One," she smirked. "Since you and Kiran saved my Mom, we'll take care of these enemy soldiers."
"And remember what Timerra said about Solm yesterday?" Fogado said as he readied his Killer Bow. "As you can see, we're more than eager to repay the favor quickly."
With a swift motion, Timerra activated the Ring of the Radiant Hero. As Emblem Ike appeared briefly in front of the group, the Emblem Ring on Timerra's finger glowing brightly as she declared, "Emblem Engage!" In an instant, her form shifted, assuming her powerful Engage Form.
With Timerra at the helm, leading the charge, their group surged forward, engaging the Corrupted soldiers with precision and skill. Their combined efforts created an opening for Alear and Kiran to focus their attention on Mauvier, the leader of the enemy forces.
"Hmm," Mauvier remarked as he saw the Corrupted soldiers that were accompanying him being attacked by Timerra's group. "Is this your plan all along?"
"Kind of... I know you wanted me to answer your questions," Kiran replied as he readied his Axe Breidablik. "I'd reckon that it's best to rid of the Corrupted accompanying you so that we can begin."
As the battle raged on, Alear and Kiran squared off against Mauvier, their determination unwavering as they prepared to face their formidable adversary head-on. With their allies fighting at their side, they braced themselves for the intense struggle that lay ahead.
As Fjorm and Seiðr faced off against Marni, the tension in the air was palpable, their weapons drawn and ready for battle. Marni, flanked by a contingent of Corrupted soldiers, regarded her adversaries with a mocking smirk.
"Ah, how beautiful Solm Palace is," Marni remarked sarcastically, her voice dripping with disdain as she gripped her Hurricane Axe tightly. "It's a nicer tomb than you deserve!"
Fjorm tightened her grip on her Leiptr, her expression steeled with determination. "What do you mean by that?" she demanded, her voice echoing with resolve.
Seiðr, her staff glowing with teal and gold light, stepped forward, her gaze steady as she addressed Marni. "That's not a very nice thing to say," she chided gently.
Marni's lip curled in a sneer as she snapped back at Seiðr. "And who do you think you are? A goddess?" she retorted, her tone laced with mockery.
Seiðr's response was calm but firm. "Indeed, I am," she stated, her voice carrying the weight of her divine heritage. "I am Seiðr, a Vanir goddess of Vanaheimr, the Realm of Light."
With a dismissive glance at the Corrupted soldiers by her side, Marni issued a chilling order. "Whether you're a goddess or not... It doesn't matter to me," she commanded, her words sending a shiver down the spine of her allies as they prepared to carry out her bidding. "Kill anyone who stands with the Divine One and Kiran!"
As Marni's command spurred the Corrupted soldiers into action, Fjorm and Seiðr braced themselves for the incoming onslaught. Swords at the ready, they prepared to meet the charge head-on.
However, just as the Corrupted soldiers surged forward, a new group of allies arrived on the scene, intercepting the enemy forces with impeccable timing. Female Byleth, Dimitri, Alfred, Celine, and their retainers leaped into action, engaging the Corrupted soldiers in combat.
Alfred, leading his group, approached Fjorm and Seiðr with a confident smile. "Whew, that was close!" he announced, his voice filled with determination. "Fjorm, Seiðr... Are you two alright?"
"We're alright," Fjorm replied to Alfred. "Thank you for arriving."
"Thank goodness!" Celine exclaimed as she gripped her Joyous Tome. "We made it this time!"
Female Byleth, her gaze steady as she addressed Fjorm and Seiðr, laid out their plan. "We'll handle the Corrupted," she declared, her tone resolute as she stared at Marni. "You two focus on your opponent."
Gratitude filled Fjorm's voice as she responded to Alfred and Female Byleth. "Thank you for your help," she said sincerely, her appreciation evident.
Seiðr nodded in agreement, her staff crackling with energy. "Your assistance was crucial," she acknowledged, her eyes gleaming with determination.
With Alfred's group engaging the Corrupted soldiers, Fjorm and Seiðr turned their attention towards Marni, their resolve unwavering as they prepared to confront their formidable opponent head-on.
Amidst the swirling chaos of battle, Ivy and Hortensia found themselves locked in a fierce confrontation with Zephia, their movements fluid as they deftly fired spells, blocked attacks, and dodged incoming magic.
Zephia's voice cut through the fray, filled with scorn as she addressed Hortensia. "You've been quite naughty," she taunted, her words laced with malice. "You broke free from my control, only to ally yourself with Kiran. Didn't you fight him last time?"
Hortensia's eyes flashed with defiance as she retorted, "That was then," she scoffed at Zephia. "A lot has changed today."
Zephia scoffed, her tone dripping with disdain. "Joining forces with the man that you fought against at the Grand Crossing?" she sneered, her insults intended to provoke. "How unbefitting of you, Princess Hortensia."
Ivy, standing beside Hortensia, couldn't remain silent in the face of Zephia's mockery. "Even if Hortensia and I first met Kiran as enemies, Kiran has been unbelievably kind to us," she interjected, her voice firm with conviction. "Since Hortensia and I are summoned by him as Heroes, neither Hortensia nor I will allow any insult directed towards him."
Hortensia nodded in agreement, her resolve unwavering. "Ivy's right. Even now, Kiran treats me with the respect I deserve as the cutest Elusian princess," she declared proudly, her voice carrying a note of defiance. "On the other hand, you brainwashed me and sent me to fight my sister and her allies to the death! I'm going to make you pay for that!"
As the tainted Ring of the Holy Knight pulsated with a menacing red glow in Zephia's grasp, she cast a calculating gaze toward Ivy and Hortensia.
"Hmph, fine," Zephia muttered, her voice tinged with frustration. "It seems I'm left with no choice but to use my Emblem Ring just to deal with the two of you..."
With a swift motion, Zephia activated her Emblem Ring, the Ring of the Holy Knight transforming into a tainted copy of Sigurd's sword, Tyrfing. As she did, a group of Corrupted soldiers rushed to Zephia's side. Among them were Bow Fighters, their arrows poised to strike at Ivy and Hortensia.
Before the Corrupted soldiers could unleash their volley, however, a new group of allies arrived on the scene. Male Byleth, Edelgard, Diamant, Alcryst, and their retainers launched into action, engaging the Corrupted soldiers in combat. Among the retainers present were Zelkov and Kagetsu.
"Princess Ivy," Zelkov said. "We have *arrived* here as fast as we could."
"Do not worry, Princess Ivy!" Kagetsu declared as he gestured towards Zephia. "We can handle the enemies here while you and Princess Hortensia fight that Hound! She deserves to be beaten down by you and Princess Hortensia!"
"Zelkov, Kagetsu..." Ivy muttered. "Thank the Divine One you two survived so far..."
"Princess Ivy and Hortensia of the Kingdom of Elusia, is it?" Edelgard spoke as she twirled her Victorious Axe. "We've arrived to aid you two as fast as we could."
Male Byleth addressed Ivy and Hortensia with a determined tone. "Leave the Corrupted to us," he instructed, his voice resolute.
Diamant, his expression stern, directed Ivy and Hortensia's attention toward their true adversary. "Settle your score with Zephia," he urged them, his words carrying a sense of urgency. "We can handle the enemies here."
"Uh, Diamant..." Alcryst spoke as his grip on his Arcane Darkbow tightened. "We should deal with the Bow Fighters. They seem eager to fire their arrows on Ivy and Hortensia."
"Right," Diamant replied as he readied his Fair-Fight Blade. "No less than victory!"
With the Corrupted soldiers now occupied in battle, Zephia's frustration boiled over. Gritting her teeth, she watched helplessly as her minions struggled against the combined might of Male Byleth, Edelgard, Alcryst, and Diamant's group.
"To think that they'd interfere," Zephia scoffed in frustration. "How unfortunate..."
"That's right," Hortensia replied as she readied her Arcane Charmer. "Now with your minions out of the way, you'll get beaten down by Ivy and yours truly!"
It became evident to her that not even the Corrupted could aid her against the righteous fury of Ivy and Hortensia. Faced against two furious Elusian Heroes, Zephia could only use the tainted Emblem Ring in her possession to even stand a chance.
Amidst the tumultuous clash between Timerra's group and the Corrupted soldiers accompanying Mauvier, Mauvier himself seized the opportunity to address Alear and Kiran. His voice rang out above the din of battle, filled with a mix of admiration and determination.
"I must commend the Divine One for her formidable army," Mauvier remarked, his tone laced with respect. "And you, Kiran, for your summoned Heroes. Because of that, I will hold nothing back."
Alear, her eyes narrowed in determination, turned to Kiran with a sense of urgency. "Leave Mauvier to me," she insisted, her voice filled with determination.
Kiran shook his head in response, a determined glint in his eyes. "No, Alear. Mauvier wants answers from me specifically," he explained, his voice resolute. "Trust me. Just prepare to defend me if any of those Corrupted soldiers show up."
Reluctantly, Alear acquiesced to Kiran's request, her expression tense with worry. "Okay, Kiran," she urged him, her voice tinged with concern. "Just be careful..."
As Mauvier charged at Kiran with his Flame Lance, Kiran swiftly transformed the Breidablik into its Axe form, using it to parry Mauvier's attack with skillful precision. Mauvier, impressed by Kiran's prowess, offered a begrudging acknowledgment.
"You fight well, despite being the Summoner," Mauvier conceded, his tone tinged with respect.
Kiran's response was calm and collected as he shrugged off the praise. "I've had a lot of practice," he replied nonchalantly, his focus unwavering as he prepared to face Mauvier head-on.
As Kiran deftly parried Mauvier's relentless onslaught with his Axe Breidablik, the voice of Baldraz, the spirit within the Breidablik, echoed in his mind. "Surprisingly enough, Mauvier has the potential to be summoned as a Hero," Baldraz's telepathic voice conveyed, prompting Kiran to consider an alternative approach. "Try to convince him using one of the letters you wrote earlier."
Kiran's mind raced as he recalled the letters he had penned the night before, one of which was intended for Mauvier, inspired by the glimpses he had seen through Veyle's memories.
As Mauvier lunged forward once more, Kiran anticipated the attack, blocking it with his Axe Breidablik before swiftly retreating a few steps to create distance.
Seizing the opportunity, Kiran reached into his pocket and retrieved the letter addressed to Mauvier. With a swift motion, he hurled it towards Mauvier, who deftly caught it with his right hand, his expression curious yet guarded.
As the letter exchanged hands, a tense silence enveloped the battlefield, the outcome hanging in the balance as Kiran waited with bated breath for Mauvier's response.
As Mauvier grasped the letter, his brow furrowed in curiosity. "What letter is this?" he inquired, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Kiran leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper as he addressed Mauvier. "This letter will answer your questions," he explained cryptically. "But you can only open it when no one else is around—not even the Corrupted, Sombron, the rest of the Hounds, or the false Veyle that's with you right now must know about that letter."
Mauvier's expression shifted as he mulled over Kiran's words, his mind racing with possibilities. Kiran's next words only served to deepen his intrigue.
"If you want to see the real Lady Veyle," Kiran continued, his voice earnest, "That letter is the key."
Mauvier regarded Kiran with a mix of skepticism and curiosity before turning his attention to the letter in his hand. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke, his voice tinged with resignation. "Be that as it may, my orders do not involve dying," he stated firmly. "I must take my leave."
With a final glance at Kiran, Mauvier acknowledged the significance of the letter in his hands. "Kiran Pathfinder," he admitted, a note of solemnity in his tone. "I hope this letter best explains what truly happened to Lady Veyle."
Kiran nodded in understanding. "Don't worry Mauvier," he affirmed. "It will..."
With that, Mauvier turned and retreated from Solm Palace, his departure prompting a collective sigh of relief from Alear and Kiran.
"Kiran," Alear spoke to him. "I remember earlier today that you showed that letter to me. It seems that you were waiting for this moment to give that letter to Mauvier."
"True," Kiran replied. "The moment that we saw Mauvier when we went inside Veyle's subconscious and saw through her memories, I figured that Mauvier is loyal to Veyle herself. We just need to convince Mauvier to defect from Sombron and into our side."
"Is that so?" Alear replied. "Kiran, I think there's another reason why you're doing that."
"That's right, Alear," Kiran replied as he smiled at her. "During that fight, Baldraz was able to sense Mauvier's potential as a Hero. And as a Summoner, I can't exactly turn a blind eye to that, right?"
"Fair enough, Kiran," Alear chuckled as her grip on her Libération tightened. "We should head to Ivy and Hortensia. I hope they're doing okay against Zephia."
"I couldn't agree more," Kiran replied. "Let's go to them, shall we?"
As the tension of battle began to ebb away, they were left to ponder the significance of Mauvier's departure and the secrets contained within the letter he held in his hands. Thus, Alear and Kiran head over to where Ivy and Hortensia were, in hopes of assisting in their battle against Zephia.
During the fierce battle, Fjorm and Seiðr found themselves locked in combat with Marni, the air crackling with tension as their weapons clashed.
Marni swung her Hurricane Axe with reckless abandon, her frustration evident in her words. "Why won't you die?" she snarled, her attacks relentless as she aimed blow after blow at Fjorm.
Despite being at a disadvantage in the weapon triangle, Fjorm managed to parry Marni's onslaught, her determination unwavering. "I fight for Kiran," she declared, her voice ringing with conviction. "My belief in him is what keeps me going."
Suddenly, Marni felt a strange sensation, as if her movements had been impeded. She turned to see Seiðr glowing with a teal and gold light, a telltale sign that she had activated her Future-Focused ability.
Seiðr wasted no time in seizing the opportunity. "Princess Fjorm," she urged Fjorm, her voice resolute. "Now's your chance to strike back!"
With a determined nod, Fjorm lunged forward, delivering a powerful strike with her Leiptr. "This is my all!" she declared, her determination shining through.
As Fjorm's attack connected, knocking Marni back, Seiðr's staff shimmered with a brilliant light. With a fierce cry, she unleashed a barrage of magic bolts at Marni.
"Revealing Light!" Seiðr declared, echoing through the air as her magic bolts hit their mark on Marni.
The combined assault of Fjorm and Seiðr proved too much for Marni to withstand, and she staggered under the onslaught, her defenses crumbling before their righteous fury.
As Seiðr's magic bolts rained down upon her, Marni found herself barely clinging to consciousness, her body battered and bruised from the onslaught. With a strained effort, she managed to stagger to her feet, her pride wounded but her resolve undiminished.
"The floor's slippery, that's why I lost," Marni protested weakly, her voice tinged with frustration. "That's it! I'm going home!"
With that, Marni turned on her heel and retreated from Solm Palace, her departure leaving a trail of defeat in her wake.
Fjorm watched Marni's hasty exit with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "She's quite immature," she remarked dryly, shaking her head in disbelief.
Seiðr, her expression thoughtful, nodded in agreement. "As a goddess, I can sense that she is indeed young," she confirmed, her voice carrying a note of understanding. "It is unfortunate that she has sided with the enemy."
Surveying the battlefield, Fjorm's gaze settled on the Corrupted soldiers being routed by Alfred's group. "Anyway, we need to meet up with Kiran and Alear," she stated firmly, her tone resolute.
Seiðr nodded in agreement. "I could not agree more," she replied, her voice echoing Fjorm's determination.
With a shared sense of purpose, Fjorm and Seiðr departed from their current location, setting off to rendezvous with Kiran and Alear.
Amidst the chaotic flurry of magical attacks, Ivy and Hortensia found themselves locked in a deadly dance with Zephia, the air crackling with energy as they dodged and blocked her relentless assault.
Zephia's frustration was palpable as her Thoron and Levin Sword attacks rained down upon Ivy and Hortensia. "No need for restraint," she sneered, her voice laced with malice. "I've let my Emblem Ring run wild!"
As Zephia became increasingly fixated on Ivy, the young warrior sensed an opening, exchanging a subtle nod with Hortensia as they silently coordinated their next move.
With Zephia fully engrossed in her rant, she continued pelting Ivy and Hortensia with magical attacks that were enhanced by the tainted Ring of the Holy Knight. As Ivy deftly blocked the majority of her incoming attacks, this created an opportunity for Hortensia to make her move.
Seizing the moment, Hortensia urged her pegasus forward, her determination shining through as her Arcane Charmed glowed in a brilliant golden light as she activated her Special skill, Glitter of Light.
"Now you've done it!" Hortensia declared, her voice resolute as she launched several heart-shaped icicles at Zephia using her Arcane Charmer.
As Zephia was pelted by heart-shaped attacks, Hortensia's Glitter of Light activated, enveloping Zephia in a dazzling display, disorienting her and leaving her unable to retaliate. Caught off guard by Hortensia's unexpected maneuver, Zephia staggered backward, her confidence wavering as she struggled to regain her bearings in the face of their combined onslaught.
Seizing the moment, Hortensia urged Ivy to deliver the final blow, her voice filled with determination.
"Now's your chance, Ivy!" Hortensia called out, her eyes blazing with determination. "Finish her!"
Ivy nodded in understanding, guiding her wyvern forward as her Icebound Tome crackled with magical energy. As multiple icicles began to form around her, Ivy released them with a fierce cry, her voice echoing through the air.
"For Elusia!" Ivy declared, her determination evident in every syllable.
The onslaught of icy projectiles proved devastating, striking Zephia and her wyvern with unyielding force. Due to being unable to retaliate thanks to Hortensia's Glitter of Light, Zephia barely managed to withstand the onslaught, her body reeling from the impact as she and her mount were knocked back several feet.
Huffing in frustration, Zephia's gaze flickered to her tainted Emblem Ring, its malevolent energy seeping out like a dark miasma. "To think as Heroes, they're formidable, even without using their Emblems..." she muttered bitterly, her voice tinged with frustration. "That would've been too easy..."
Meanwhile, Ivy and Hortensia took a moment to catch their breath, their hearts pounding with the adrenaline of battle. Relief washed over them as they spotted Kiran, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr running towards them, their expressions filled with concern and relief.
"Divine One, Kiran..." Zephia declared as she glared at the two of them. "Your army and your Heroes may have won this time, but mark my words — I will see you all again in battle soon enough."
"Sombron's hold on those tainted Emblem Rings cannot last forever," Kiran declared. "Alear and I will eventually reclaim them. Now, go. Leave the Queendom of Solm and never return."
As Kiran made his retort, Zephia spurred her wyvern into flight, disappearing into the distance as she retreated from the palace. And with the retreat of the Hounds and the subsequent routing of Elusian and Corrupted soldiers, the battle for Solm Palace has concluded.
As they continued fighting Curse Directive soldiers alongside the automated Niðavellir Gullinburstis, Alfonse, Sharena, Commander Anna, Veronica, and Reginn pressed forward relentlessly, their weapons flashing as they battled their way through the groups of enemies that barred their path. With each strike and parry, they edged closer to their destination: Eitri's workshop.
Riding atop her formidable Gullinbursti mech, Reginn cut a path through their adversaries with effortless precision, her gaze fixed ahead with unwavering determination.
"Let's hope we're not too late," Reginn called out to her companions over the din of battle, her voice resolute.
Alfonse's brow furrowed with concern as he surveyed their surroundings. "Reginn," he replied, his tone grim. "I hope that's the case."
Finally, the group reached the abandoned workshop, their breaths ragged from the exertion of battle. Sharena's sharp eyes caught sight of a figure making a hasty exit from the warehouse, her expression clouded with recognition.
"I know that Thief!" Sharena exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration. "We've fought him before back at the first Curse Directive encampment a few days ago!"
Veronica's eyes widened with realization as she identified the figure. "That's Shade," she declared, her voice filled with urgency. "He's Ebony's second in command, and he has the stolen blueprints!"
As Shade smirked deviously, he observed Alfonse, Sharena, Commander Anna, Veronica, and Reginn with a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.
"To think I would encounter the accursed Askrans and Emblians along with the Niðavellir princess," Shade remarked. "While I have no time to fight against you right now, my soldiers do..."
With a snap of his fingers, he summoned forth more Curse Directive soldiers, scattering them in the path of their pursuers like pieces on a chessboard. There were far too many Curse Directive soldiers to deal with, and thus, Alfonse, Sharena, Commander Anna, and Reginn had to forgo their chance to pursue Shade to deal with the soldiers he spawned into the area.
As Shade fled the area, Reginn's expression darkened as she watched Shade's maneuver. "The blueprints for the prototype Gullinbursti..." she muttered, her voice heavy with frustration. "Stolen by the Curse Directive."
Commander Anna's eyes narrowed with determination. "This isn't good at all," she stated, her tone resolute. "Kiran will have to contend with enemy Gullinburstis in the future."
Alfonse nodded in agreement, his jaw set with resolve. "Our priority now is to eliminate the remaining Curse Directive forces in the area," he declared, his voice steady. "We can't let these enemies be on Niðavellir."
With a heavy sigh, Reginn readied her Gullinbursti for battle, her grip tightening on the controls. "Yeah, let's take these enemies down," she murmured, her thoughts already turning to the challenges that lay ahead. "I hope that Kiran is prepared to face enemy Gullinburstis in Elyos."
As they prepared to engage the enemy forces, the group steeled themselves for the battle to come, knowing that their actions would have far-reaching consequences in the ongoing struggle against the Curse Directive.
As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, Alear and Kiran stood at the forefront, with Diamant, Alcryst, Alfred, Celine, Ivy, Hortensia, Fjorm, Seiðr, and summoned Heroes gathered around them, a sense of accomplishment and relief washing over the group.
Kiran's voice cut through the stillness, gratitude evident in his tone as he addressed their comrades. "I want to extend my deepest thanks to Male and Female Byleth, Male and Female Shez, Dimitri, Edelgard, and Claude," he began, his expression earnest. "Your assistance during this battle was invaluable."
Claude offered a casual shrug, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Hey, it's all part of the job," he remarked nonchalantly.
Edelgard nodded in agreement, her gaze thoughtful. "Indeed. Every challenge we face serves to strengthen our resolve," she added, her voice tinged with determination.
Dimitri's expression softened, a sense of gratitude shining in his eyes. "I'm glad we were able to save the ruler of this nation," he stated, his voice resonating with sincerity.
Turning back to Alear, Kiran's gaze held a hint of curiosity as he inquired about the Ring of the Instructor. "Alear," he asked, his voice tinged with anticipation. "Did you manage to retrieve the Ring of the Instructor?"
Alear nodded in confirmation, her grip tightening around the tainted Emblem Ring she had acquired.
"Yes," Alear replied as she explained to Kiran. "I picked it up when Hortensia dropped it during your attempt at summoning her."
As Alear gingerly presented the tainted Ring of the Instructor, a sense of solemnity hung in the air, her expression reflecting a mixture of regret and determination.
Hortensia's voice broke the silence, filled with genuine remorse. "I'm truly sorry for what I did," she offered, her tone heavy with sincerity as she addressed Alear directly. "That Emblem Ring... It's yours in the first place, but don't give me too much credit. I wasn't exactly planning to hand it over."
Kiran's voice cut through the tension, his eyes fixed on the tainted emblem. "Even if that's the case, thank you, Hortensia," he replied to Hortensia. Then, he turned his attention to Alear. "Alear, let's purify the ring. I'll use the Breidablik to stabilize the purification process."
Alear's smile blossomed, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you, Kiran," she replied, her voice filled with appreciation for his unwavering support. "Shall we begin?"
With a focused determination, Kiran activated the Breidablik, channeling its power to cleanse the taint from the Ring of the Instructor. Seiðr became fascinated, as she had never seen such a thing before.
"Oh, I see..." Seiðr remarked. "So, this is how Emblem Rings are purified."
"Indeed," Fjorm replied. "I saw that first-hand a few nights ago. I suppose this is your first time seeing it, Seiðr."
As the purification process began, Alear's voice rose in a chant, her words resonating with purpose. "Teach us, Emblem of the Academy!"
The taint dissipated under the combined efforts of Kiran and Alear, the emblem glowing with newfound purity. And then, as if emerging from a deep slumber, Emblem Byleth materialized before the group, his presence radiating with newfound clarity.
"I'm Emblem Byleth..." Emblem Byleth remarked, his voice filled with relief. "It feels as though I've awoken from a very long dream."
As Emblem Byleth manifested in front of the group, everyone, especially the Fodlan Heroes, stared at Emblem Byleth, each with different thoughts and reactions concerning his appearance.
"Incredible..." Edelgard said as she glanced at Male Byleth. "The male version of the Professor has an Emblem counterpart?"
"I'm just as surprised as you," Dimitri replied. "But, this is another world, after all."
"Yeah, we've already met a version of the female Professor wearing swimwear," Claude remarked. "So, this shouldn't be as surprising."
"True, but it feels surreal," Male Byleth remarked as he scrutinized Emblem Byleth. "So, this is the Emblem version of me."
"I concur," Female Byleth said as her gaze drifted between Male Byleth and Emblem Byleth. "Despite resembling more closely to you, I think he's still a version of me as well."
"Dimitri, Edelgard, and Claude... It is good to meet you here in Elyos..." Emblem Byleth said to them. Then, he turned his attention to Male and Female Byleth, along with Male and Female Shez. "I know that you two are my true basis, but I do not know of the other two."
"Well, I guess my counterpart and I should introduce ourselves," Male Shez replied as he scratched his head awkwardly. "I'm Male Shez, a mercenary."
"And I'm Female Shez, also a mercenary," Female Shez introduced herself. "According to Kiran, my counterpart and I come from two alternate versions of Fodlan. It's really hard to explain..."
"I see," Emblem Byleth nodded. "So, are you all Emblems, just like me?"
"No, Emblem Byleth. They're not Emblems," Kiran spoke on behalf of the Fodlan Heroes. "They're Heroes that I've summoned and formed contracts with. It's quite different from how an Emblem is summoned."
"Thank you for clarifying that for me," Emblem Byleth replied. "And you must be..."
"Oh? My name is Kiran Pathfinder," Kiran introduced himself. "I'm a Summoner from the Nine Realms of Zenith, in service to the Kingdom of Askr. Although my arrival here in Elyos was accidental, I'm helping Alear in her quest to gather the remaining Emblem Rings and save Elyos."
"I see. It's good to meet with you, Kiran Pathfinder," Emblem Byleth bowed in respect to Alear and Kiran. "Divine One and Kiran... I'm glad to be on your side. Now that I'm here, I can help guide everyone."
Alear nodded, her expression one of gratitude and determination. "Thank you, Emblem Byleth," she replied, her voice steady with resolve.
With Emblem Byleth by their side, Alear and Kiran were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, strengthened by their unity and the guidance of their newfound ally.
"Kiran," Male Byleth said to him, gesturing at the rest of the Fodlan Heroes. "It is time for us to return to the Kingdom of Askr."
"Right," Kiran replied as he readied his Breidablik. "Please write a battle report of the events that transpired here."
With a nod of appreciation, Kiran turned his attention to the Breidablik in his hand, the device pulsing with power. With a decisive pull of the trigger, he dismissed Male and Female Byleth, Male and Female Shez, Dimitri, Edelgard, and Claude from Elyos, their duty fulfilled for the time being.
Amidst the aftermath of the battle, Queen Seforia, accompanied by her children, Timerra and Fogado, approached Alear and Kiran with a sense of gratitude and relief.
"I can't thank you both enough," Queen Seforia began, her voice filled with sincerity. "You not only saved my life but also the entire Queendom of Solm."
Alear's response was humble yet determined. "It was simply the right thing to do," she replied, her gaze unwavering.
Kiran nodded in agreement, his expression reflecting a similar sentiment. "We acted according to our principles," he added, his tone resolute.
Hortensia stepped forward, her demeanor contrite. "Look, I'm sorry for what I did," she offered, her voice tinged with regret as she addressed Queen Seforia directly. "I'll accept whatever punishment you give me."
Alear interjected, her tone gentle yet firm. "Queen Seforia, please," she explained, her words carrying a sense of understanding. "Hortensia was under Zephia's control. She did those things against her will."
Kiran twirled the Breidablik thoughtfully as he spoke. "Summoning her as a Hero was the only way to break her free from Zephia's influence," he clarified, his voice steady with resolve. "But, it all worked out in the end, and she even gave her Emblem Ring to Alear."
Queen Seforia's gaze shifted from Ivy to Hortensia, her expression a mix of solemnity and consideration as she addressed the two princesses.
"Threatening a queen's life is a grave offense," Seforia began, her voice carrying a weight of authority. "Normally, such actions would warrant imprisonment within Solm's dungeons."
Seforia briefly paused, her eyes softening with understanding as she looked at Ivy and Hortensia. "However, considering the circumstances..." she continued, her tone measured yet firm. "And because the only offense was Hortensia's unwelcome intrusion and the threat made, I will not take such drastic measures."
Ivy's gratitude was palpable as she nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "We appreciate your leniency."
Queen Seforia offered a small nod in return before addressing Ivy and Hortensia once more. "If you both wish to make amends with Solm," she began, her voice carrying a note of resolve. "Then, prove it by aiding the Divine One and Kiran in the defeat of the Fell Dragon and the restoration of Elusia."
Ivy's response was immediate, her determination shining through her words. "We will do everything in our power to restore Elusia," she promised, her voice unwavering.
Seforia nodded in approval, her thoughts already turning to the future. "Very well," she replied, her tone thoughtful. "In the meantime, we must strengthen the palace's defenses. There's a chance that the Fell Dragon's forces may return to attack Solm, and we must be prepared."
"That's a good idea," Alear remarked. "We can never be too careful nowadays."
After Queen Seforia's words, Timerra, her voice filled with excitement, turned to Alear and revealed, "Solm holds another Emblem Ring, the Ring of the Crux of Fate," she revealed. "I think it's located at the Northern Fortress."
Alear's face lit up with a smile as she responded. "That's good news," she replied. "We can head there tomorrow then."
Timerra, eager to embark on the quest, replied. "If you say so," she shrugged. "We'll make our way to the Northern Fortress tomorrow."
Queen Seforia observed the exchange with a thoughtful expression before speaking up. "Divine One, when you spoke just now, and the way you looked into my eyes..." she remarked, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "You remind me so much of Queen Lumera."
Alear's cheeks flushed with gratitude at the comparison. "Thank you, Your Majesty. That's a great honor," she responded, her tone genuine.
Kiran, ever observant, interjected at this point. "Speaking of requests, Queen Seforia, you asked me yesterday to summon the real Ike," he recalled, prompting Seforia to nod in confirmation.
"Yes, I did," Seforia affirmed, her expression thoughtful. The mention of Ike, the legendary hero, sparked a sense of anticipation among the group as they prepared for the challenges that lay ahead.
Kiran, with determination in his eyes, raised the Breidablik and turned to Queen Seforia, suggesting, "What if I summon a Hero you're familiar with instead?"
Kiran's suggestion caught Queen Seforia off guard, and she looked at him with curiosity as he readied his Breidablik once more. "What do you mean by that?" she inquired, her tone tinged with intrigue.
With a determined expression, Kiran raised the Breidablik and began his summoning chant. "Gathering stars call to the former queen whose sacrifice paved the way to the future! Become the path its light shines upon!" he intoned, his voice echoing with power.
As he pulled the trigger, a radiant glow enveloped the space before them, and with a flourish, he completed the summoning ritual. "Hero Summon!" he declared. "I call forth Lumera, the Dragon Monarch!"
To Seforia's astonishment, the figure of Lumera materialized before them, her regal presence filling the room. "Lumera..." Seforia murmured in disbelief.
"Mother..." Alear muttered. "It's good to see you here."
Lumera, ever composed, addressed Kiran with warmth in her voice. "I am grateful for the summons, Kiran," she somberly said. "And to see you, my child, and the rest of your allies safe and sound warms my heart."
With a gracious smile, Seforia turned to Kiran, her gratitude evident. "You didn't have to do this," she said sincerely. "But, thank you."
"We owe it to Kiran and my child so much... Even though my mortal life has passed and I am not the Dragon Monarch anymore, Kiran fulfilled my request and brought me back as a Hero," Lumera expressed, acknowledging the significance of the moment as she turned her attention to Queen Seforia. "Anyway, it is an honor to speak with you once more, Queen Seforia. It seems Kiran summoned me here from Somniel just to have a chat with you..."
With the Battle for Solm Palace concluded, a sense of peace settled over the room as Queen Seforia and Lumera engaged in conversation while Alear and Kiran's group listened on, bridging the past and present in a meaningful exchange.
And there you have it! This is the latest chapter of Emblems and Heroes!
To all the people who offered advice in brainstorming this story, I thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
And here are two Stingers this time...
At the Curse Directive encampment nestled between the Kingdoms of Nifl and Muspell, Ebony, the enigmatic Shadow Director, sat inside her tent, a sense of anticipation hanging in the air. She took a bite of her bread and sipped her coffee, her thoughts focused on the return of her trusted second-in-command, Shade.
Just then, the flap of her tent rustled, and Shade stepped inside, holding a bundle of parchments. Ebony's gaze shifted to him, a mixture of curiosity and expectation in her eyes.
"Shade, you're back," Ebony remarked, her voice a low murmur.
Shade nodded, his expression serious as he approached Ebony's table. "Yes, Shadow Director," he replied in a neutral tone. "I've brought what you requested from Niðavellir."
Ebony's lips curled into a faint smirk as she leaned forward, her interest piqued. "Excellent," she commanded, gesturing towards the parchments in Shade's hands. "Show me what you've retrieved."
With a nod, Shade carefully laid out the parchments on Ebony's table, Ebony's gaze lingered on the blueprints spread across her table, a gleam of anticipation dancing in her eyes. Beside her, Shade stood with a solemn expression, awaiting her orders.
"These blueprints are quite the find, Shade," Ebony remarked, her voice filled with satisfaction. "The Gullinbursti mechs will prove invaluable to our cause."
Shade nodded in agreement, his eyes scanning the intricate designs before him. "Indeed, Director. However, there's another blueprint here," he explained, pointing to the unfamiliar design. "I am not familiar with its design..."
Ebony's interest was piqued as she examined the mysterious blueprint. "Interesting," she mused, her mind already racing with possibilities. "We'll have to delve into this later."
"Shadow Director," Shade inquired. "Do you have something else in mind?"
"Yes," Ebony commanded, her tone firm and decisive. "I want you to allocate our black gems towards producing our battalion of Gullinburstis."
Shade bowed respectfully, his commitment unwavering. "As you wish, Shadow Director," he replied dutifully. "The production will commence immediately."
With a nod of dismissal, Shade left Ebony's tent to carry out her orders, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Ebony's gaze lingered on the blueprints, a smile playing on her lips.
"This is just the beginning," she whispered to herself, her voice filled with determination. "Kiran Pathfinder won't know what hit him."
With a sense of anticipation coursing through her veins, Ebony began to envision the new additions that would bolster her forces, confident in the path that lay ahead.
In the solemn halls of Destinea Cathedral, Zephia stood before Evil Veyle, her report of the recent battle at Solm Palace laid bare. Evil Veyle shrouded in the darkness of her miasma, listened intently, a sinister grin playing on her lips.
"Well, well..." Evil Veyle chuckled, her voice dripping with malice. "It seems our little game is progressing nicely. Even though Hortensia was summoned by Kiran as a Hero, that didn't change our plans in the slightest..."
Zephia, ever loyal, couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern. "But what about the Ring of the Instructor, my lady?" she inquired, her voice laced with worry.
Evil Veyle waved a dismissive hand, her crimson eyes gleaming with confidence. "Don't worry about that," she replied. "The Divine One may have it for now, but acquiring the Emblem Rings again will be child's play when the time is right. After all, I did succeed in stealing the first six Emblem Rings away from her last time."
Zephia nodded, reassured by Evil Veyle's words, though a hint of doubt lingered in her mind.
Turning her attention to Mauvier, Evil Veyle's expression shifted, her gaze piercing. "And what of you, Mauvier?" she queried, her tone sharp. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
Mauvier, ever stoic, took a moment to ponder his response. "My lady, I did what was asked of me, nothing more," he replied evenly, his voice devoid of emotion.
Evil Veyle sighed, a hint of disappointment flickering across her features. "Very well. You've earned your rest," she ordered, her tone final. "Return to your quarters and recover."
With a nod of acquiescence, Mauvier bowed respectfully before turning to leave. As he disappeared from view, Evil Veyle's gaze darkened, her mind already scheming for the next phase of her twisted plan.
Alone in the quiet confines of his quarters, Mauvier carefully unfolded the letter he had received from Kiran during the chaos of battle. His hands trembled slightly as he read the words penned by the Summoner himself.
As the letter revealed Kiran's authorship, Mauvier's eyes widened in astonishment, his breath catching in his throat at the startling revelation contained within.
Dear Mauvier:
I've written this letter in case Alear or I encounter you once again. If you're the recipient of this letter, you must ensure that you read this letter with no one else around because this letter is for your eyes only.
I am not sure if you know this already, but the Veyle that's with you right now, the one that's loyal to Fell Dragon Sombron... She might be a split personality and likely not the real Veyle's personality, which is why I decided to call her 'Evil Veyle'. Evil Veyle likely came to be when she attacked me during the retreat from Destinea Cathedral, and out of desperation, I tried to summon her as a Hero, splitting her from the real Veyle.
As for one that you call Lady Veyle... She's with me and the Divine One. Lady Veyle is alive, and I have summoned her as a Hero.
If you want to meet with her, meet with me and Alear somewhere in Destinea Cathedral where no one else is around. I will summon Lady Veyle in front of you to prove the truth of this letter.
Thank you for reading this letter...
Kiran Pathfinder
As Mauvier finished reading the latter, the mention of Lady Veyle, alive and summoned as a Hero, sent a surge of hope coursing through him, mingled with disbelief.
"Lady Veyle... was summoned as a Hero?" Mauvier murmured to himself, his voice barely above a whisper, the words heavy with emotion. "And she's with the Divine One and Kiran?"
With a sense of urgency, he read the final lines of the letter once more, his heart racing with newfound determination. The prospect of meeting Lady Veyle, the real Lady Veyle, ignited a flicker of hope within him, dispelling the shadows of doubt that had clouded his thoughts.
Closing the letter with a decisive motion, Mauvier steeled himself, his resolve firm. "If Kiran says she's alive, then she must be," he declared, his voice tinged with newfound purpose. "And I hope to find out the truth..."
Turning towards the window, Mauvier gazed out into the night, the twinkling stars overhead seeming to offer silent reassurance. With a silent prayer, he vowed to seek out Kiran and Alear, determined to uncover the truth and reunite with Lady Veyle once more.
In the next chapter:
Emblems And Heroes
A Fire Emblem Heroes x Fire Emblem Engage Crossover
Chapter 21: Road Taken in the Ruins!
See you fellas next time!