Welcome to the latest chapter of Emblems and Heroes!

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Now, let us begin this chapter...


In the Kingdom of Askr's Special Training: Ranged stratum of the Training Tower, Male Alear observed as Veyle found herself surrounded by a horde of enemies, the majority of them skilled ranged attackers.

"You'd best be careful, Veyle," Male Alear cautioned, his voice laced with concern, as he watched her navigate the battlefield. "Take down each enemy one by one."

Veyle, standing confidently on the bridge at the center of the area, turned her gaze towards Male Alear. She reassured him with a confident smile. "Don't worry about me, Alear. According to Commander Anna, the enemies in the Training Tower are nothing more than illusions."

As Veyle finished speaking, a Bow Fighter aimed and fired an arrow directly at her. At that moment, Veyle's Fell Protection activated, enveloping her in a powerful purple aura that deflected the incoming attack. The arrow harmlessly bounced off her protective barrier.

Unfazed by the failed attempt on her life, Veyle swiftly retaliated. With a graceful wave of her Obscurité tome, she conjured a pillar of darkness that engulfed the Bow Fighter, rendering them defeated.

"Feel what I feel!" Veyle declared as she grasped her Obscurité tome tightly in her hands.

As Veyle skillfully fought off the onslaught of enemies, Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna approached Male Alear, their steps cautious amidst the chaos of battle. Alfonse's voice carried a sense of curiosity as he addressed Male Alear. "How was the orientation earlier, Alear?" he inquired, his eyes gleaming with interest.

Male Alear turned his attention away from the ongoing skirmish to face his comrades, a faint smile gracing his lips. "Veyle and I managed to understand our roles as Heroes," he replied, his voice tinged with satisfaction. "I'm particularly pleased with how quickly Veyle has adjusted to life in Zenith."

Sharena, ever eager to foster camaraderie among the Heroes, chimed in with her suggestion. "Perhaps you and Veyle should consider befriending some of the Heroes that Kiran has summoned, especially the Heroes that are the basis of the 12 Emblems of Elyos," she proposed, her eyes alight with excitement.

Commander Anna, ever pragmatic, interjected with a nod of approval. "It's certainly appropriate," she remarked, her tone practical yet encouraging as she saw Veyle defeated one enemy after another. "And it seems Veyle is showing her prowess in battle."

Male Alear's gaze drifted towards Veyle, who moved gracefully and precisely as she dispatched her foes. "I'll consider it," he replied, his voice thoughtful. "Befriending other Heroes can prove beneficial for both Veyle and myself."

With their conversation concluded, the group watched as Veyle continued to demonstrate her prowess in battle, her fluid and decisive movements. As the enemies fell before her onslaught, the bonds of friendship and camaraderie among the Heroes of Askr strengthened, forging an unbreakable alliance in the face of adversity.


Emblems And Heroes

A Fire Emblem Heroes x Fire Emblem Engage Crossover

Chapter 19: Radiant Heroes of the Oasis!


As Fogado led Alear and Kiran's group away from the vast expanse of the Tullah Desert, Alfred, the Crown Prince of Firine, broke the silence with a nostalgic remark.

"It's been years since I last visited Solm Palace," Alfred reminisced, his tone tinged with sentimentality.

Alear offered a warm smile in response. "Yes, you mentioned that earlier," she acknowledged, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "If I remember correctly, the Kingdom of Firene and the Queendom of Solm are close allies, right?"

Alfred nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Indeed, Solm and Firene are allies," he confirmed. "Although, the relationships within the royal families aren't as close-knit as one might expect."

Diamant, ever observant, chimed in with his own observation. "The same can be said for the relations between the Kingdom of Brodia and the Queendom of Solm," he added, his voice thoughtful.

Alfred nodded in agreement. "I've only ever met Queen Seforia from the Solm royal family," he admitted, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

Kiran, intrigued by the discussion, interjected with a question of his own. "Could it be that the Solm royal family is rather shy?" he wondered aloud, his tone laced with curiosity as he shrugged.

"Kiran, while there are some things that don't add up," Fjorm added. "But we'll find out soon enough."

"I concur," Ivy, Elusia's crown princess, spoke as she wiped the sweat off her forehead. "Ugh, I can only tolerate the desert heat for so long..."

As the group continued their journey, Fogado listened intently to the conversation unfolding among Alear, Alfred, Diamant, and Kiran. However, his attention momentarily shifted to Seiðr, the Vanir goddess from Vanaheimr, who had been quietly observing the interaction.

"Solm Palace is just ahead," Fogado remarked, his gaze turning to Seiðr. "But I'm curious, Seiðr. Tell us more about Vanaheimr."

Seiðr's eyes brightened as she began to describe her home realm. "Vanaheimr is a tropical paradise," she explained, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "It's characterized by vast deserts dotted with lush oases, dense jungles teeming with life, and beautiful sandy beaches stretching along the coastline."

Fogado nodded in fascination. "It sounds remarkable," he mused. "It's interesting to note that Vanaheimr and Solm share similarities in their arid landscapes, although I imagine Vanaheimr boasts more greenery than our desert kingdom."

A soft smile graced Seiðr's lips as she nodded in agreement. "Indeed," she confirmed. "The similarities between Solm and Vanaheimr have made it easier for me to adjust to the arid climate here."

As they continued their journey towards Solm Palace, the group found themselves immersed in conversation, sharing tales of their respective homelands and forming bonds forged in the shared experiences of their diverse backgrounds.

As the group continued their journey, it wasn't long before the sight of a magnificent palace made of sandstone came into view. The grandeur of Solm Palace stood tall and proud, a testament to the power and elegance of the Queendom. Fogado, his voice filled with excitement, declared their arrival.

"Here we are!" Fogado announced, his words carrying a sense of achievement and relief. "We've reached Solm Palace!"

Alear, grateful for the guidance provided by Fogado, Pandreo, and Bunet, spoke up, her voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Fogado, Pandreo, and Bunet, for leading us here," she expressed, her words sincere and appreciative.

Fogado's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with pride as Pandreo nodded and Bunet smiled at the Divine One. "It's our pleasure," he replied warmly. "I'll go and speak to the guards to open the palace gates. You can all come with me."

Alear glanced at Kiran, seeking guidance on their next course of action. Uncertainty flickered in her eyes as she awaited Kiran's response. Kiran, thoughtful and pragmatic, replied with a nod.

"I believe it would be best for us to follow Fogado's lead," Kiran suggested, his voice carrying a sense of practicality. "Let's trail behind him and see what lies beyond those gates."

Alear nodded in agreement, understanding Kiran's decision. She turned to face Fogado, her voice determined. "I understand, Kiran," she declared, her words carrying a sense of resolve. "Fogado, we will follow you to the palace gates."

With their plan set, the group made their way toward the towering palace gates, their steps filled with anticipation and curiosity.


As the group arrived at the imposing gates of Solm Palace, Fogado led the way, accompanied by Pandreo and Bunet. They approached the two guards stationed at the entrance. Fogado, a sense of familiarity in his voice, spoke up.

"I'm home," Fogado declared, his words carrying a hint of nostalgia.

Alear, eavesdropping on the conversation, couldn't help but mutter to herself, trying to decipher the meaning behind Fogado's statement. "What does he mean by 'home'?" she muttered, her voice filled with curiosity.

"I admit, Child of Lythos," Seiðr spoke as she saw Fogado, Pandreo, and Bunet approached the two palace guards. "I'm as curious as you are."

"Glad to know about that," Alear replied to Seiðr. "And there's no need to address everyone here as 'Child of Lythos', 'Child of Elyos' or even 'Child of Midgard'. Seiðr, you can just simply call us by our names."

"As you say," Seiðr replied. "I shall call you by your names from now on."

One of the guards, a man with a stern expression, stepped forward and addressed Fogado with respect. "Welcome back, Prince Fogado," he greeted, his words revealing the truth behind Fogado's identity. "I'll open the gates for you and the rest of the people that you brought along right away."

A smile spread across Fogado's face, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Let the gates of Solm Palace be opened," he declared, his voice filled with a sense of anticipation.

Ivy, overhearing the guard's words, couldn't contain her surprise. "Did he just say 'Prince Fogado'?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with astonishment.

"Yeah, I heard it too," Alfred replied as he observed the conversation between Fogado and the palace guard. "Unless we misheard what the palace guard said to him in the same way..."

Kiran, observing Fogado, Pandreo, and Bunet as they made their way back to the group, replied with a reassuring smile. "I suppose we'll find out soon enough," he reassured Ivy, his words offering a hint of mystery.

Fogado, now standing among Alear and Kiran's group, turned to address them with genuine gratitude. "Thank you all for waiting," he expressed, his voice filled with appreciation.

Alear couldn't contain her curiosity any longer and mustered the courage to ask the question that had been lingering in her mind. "Fogado, are you truly the prince of Solm?" she inquired, her voice filled with anticipation.

Fogado, taken aback by the question, brought his right hand to his head, a sheepish expression crossing his face. "Didn't I mention that earlier?" he asked, his voice tinged with mild surprise.

Diamant, quick to respond, interjected. "No, you didn't," he stated matter-of-factly, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Fogado nodded, his expression sheepish. "Ah, my apologies," he admitted, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "Whoops! Egg, meet face! Right, I'll need to properly introduce myself then."

Taking a moment to compose himself, Fogado turned towards Alear and Kiran's group, his voice filled with sincerity. "I am Fogado, the captain of the Sentinels and, well, the prince of Solm," he began, his words carrying a sense of pride. "Welcome to my family's palace."

With his introduction complete, Fogado's enthusiasm returned. "Come right in, everyone," he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "You mentioned wanting to meet my Mom, right? So, let's not keep her waiting any longer."

Without hesitation, Fogado led the way, walking further into the palace, his voice echoing through the grand halls. "Mom! We have visitors!" he called out, his words carrying a mixture of joy and anticipation.

Pandreo, realizing that Fogado's tendency to hide his royal status may have confused Alear and Kiran's group, spoke up, apologizing on his behalf. "I apologize for Fogado's actions, Divine One," he offered, his voice carrying a sense of understanding. "He has a habit of keeping his status as royalty hidden."

Alear, grateful for the clarification, turned to Pandreo and Bunet with a curious expression. "So, both of you are Fogado's retainers?" she asked, seeking confirmation.

Bunet nodded, with a hint of pride in his voice. "Yes, Divine One," he confirmed. "Pandreo and I have the honor of serving as Fogado's loyal retainers."

Pandreo chimed in, his voice filled with dedication. "As retainers, we must accompany Fogado wherever he goes," he explained, his words revealing their unwavering loyalty.

As Pandreo and Bunet bid their farewells to the group and left to attend to their responsibilities, Ivy couldn't help but express her surprise. "I had no idea Fogado was royalty, let alone a prince," she admitted, her voice filled with disbelief.

Alfred, ever observant, added his perspective to the conversation. "It's not every day that a prince like Fogado willingly participates in patrols and takes an active role," he remarked, his words colored with curiosity.

Kiran, contemplating the situation, offered his insight. "There must be a good reason why Fogado kept his true identity as Solm's prince a secret," he suggested, his voice filled with intrigue.

Alear nodded in agreement, understanding the complexities that might have led Fogado to keep his royal lineage hidden. "Indeed, there may be underlying reasons for his discretion," she acknowledged, her words carrying a sense of understanding. "Anyway, let's head into Solm Palace."

With a shared understanding, the group made the collective decision to proceed inside Solm Palace. The mysteries within its walls beckoned, and they were eager to uncover the truths and forge new alliances that awaited them within its hallowed halls.


Inside the Special Training: Ranged stratum of the Training Tower, Male Alear turned towards Veyle, concern etched on his face. "Are you alright after defeating all the enemies here?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine care.

Veyle huffed, clutching her Obscurité tome tightly. "Brother, I'll be fine," she replied, a hint of exhaustion in her voice. "I gave it my all to defeat every enemy in this stratum."

Just as they were catching their breath, the sudden entrance of four Heroes from the World of Tellius, known as the Greil Mercenaries, startled both Male Alear and Veyle. Ike, Mist, Soren, and Titania stood before them, ready for their training.

Ike, taking the lead, introduced himself and his companions. "I'm Ike of the Greil Mercenaries," he said, his voice carrying a sense of confidence. "This is Mist, Soren, and Titania. We were wondering if we could use this area to train ourselves."

Male Alear and Veyle stared at the Greil Mercenaries, their presence bringing a mix of surprise and awe. But it was Male Alear whose eyes widened as recognition dawned upon him. "Ike... You're Ike!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement and admiration.

As Male Alear's eyes widened with recognition, Ike couldn't help but notice his reaction. "I am... Do you know me?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

Male Alear nodded eagerly, a smile forming on his face. "Yes, I know of an Emblem that's based on your image - Emblem Ike," he replied, his voice tinged with excitement.

Soren, the tactician of the Greil Mercenaries, took it upon himself to respond on Ike's behalf. He spoke with his usual bluntness, his voice devoid of any unnecessary emotion. "Ike, I have personally read reports about the other Heroes summoned by Kiran to Elyos," he explained matter-of-factly. "The Emblem Ring based on your image is called the Ring of the Radiant Hero."

Ike, stepping in to ease the tension caused by Soren's blunt words, spoke calmly. "I apologize for Soren's bluntness," he said, his voice carrying a soothing tone. "He tends to be straightforward in his explanations."

Veyle, observing the exchange, chimed in. "It's alright. I didn't sense any malice in Soren's words," she remarked, her voice filled with honesty.

Soren, however, remained stoic, his annoyance palpable as he simply grunted in response to Veyle's observation. His calm demeanor belied the complexity of his thoughts, leaving Male Alear and Veyle to ponder the true intentions behind his enigmatic facade.

Titania, the deputy commander of the Greil Mercenaries, decided it was time to resume their training. "Alright, everyone, let's get back to our training," she declared, her voice filled with authority.

Mist, Ike's younger sister, bowed politely in front of Male Alear and Veyle. "It's nice meeting you both," she said with a warm smile. "I wouldn't mind teaming up with you next time."

As the Greil Mercenaries started their training in the stratum, Veyle turned to Male Alear with a curious expression. "Brother, how did you know who Ike was, even though you've lost some of your memories?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.

Male Alear took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding. "A few nights ago, I couldn't sleep, so I stayed up reading various books in Somniel," he explained. "I guess it helped jog my memory."

Veyle listened attentively, relieved to hear Male Alear's explanation. "That's good to hear," she replied with a smile.

Feeling a sense of hunger, Male Alear suggested, "Why don't we go to the Aether Resort for lunch?" he suggested, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

Veyle's smile widened, her eyes brightening at the thought. "I would love to," she replied. "Especially if they have spicy food again."

With their plans set, Male Alear and Veyle looked forward to an enjoyable lunch at the Aether Resort. And as they enjoyed their lunch together, the promise of new adventures and memories yet to be made filled them with anticipation for the journey ahead.


In a secluded area deep within Destinea Cathedral, Evil Veyle reveled in her dark intentions. Her cold laughter echoed through the chamber as she gazed upon the tainted apparition of Emblem Marth. "Oh, how I've enjoyed having Emblem Marth stolen and tainted," she said, her voice dripping with malice.

As Evil Veyle turned around, she noticed the Four Hounds approaching her. With a sinister grin, she addressed Zephia, the Mage Dragon of the Four Hounds. "Tell me, Zephia, where are Alear and Kiran's forces?" she inquired, her voice filled with anticipation.

Zephia, ever loyal to Evil Veyle, responded promptly. "Lady Veyle, the enemy forces have been spotted in the Queendom of Solm," she informed, her voice holding an air of authority.

Evil Veyle's smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with wickedness. "Excellent," she exclaimed, her voice laced with satisfaction. "We can use this information to our advantage."

Marni, the Armored Knight of the Four Hounds, interjected eagerly. "I can't wait to have a rematch with the enemy," she declared, her voice filled with anticipation.

Evil Veyle, maintaining her calm demeanor, responded with a calculated tone. "Patience, Marni," she said calmly, her words carrying an undertone of authority. "If we wait, we can steal Solm's Emblem Ring in front of them along with the others."

Marni gushed at Evil Veyle, unable to contain her excitement. "Smart!" she said. "I'll be a good girl and wait then!"

Griss, the chief advisor of the Four Hounds, listened to the conversation with a disdainful huff. "Heh, you're such a child," he said to Marni, his voice filled with a twisted amusement. "Praise is for chumps. It's much more fun to be punished."

Evil Veyle, responding to Griss's remark, met his gaze with a cold smile. "Don't worry, Griss," she assured him, her voice laced with wickedness. "Once the time comes, you'll have plenty of opportunities to inflict agony upon our enemies."

Griss let out a sinister smirk, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Now that's what I want to hear," he responded, a twisted excitement in his voice. "I can't wait for that time to come."

Evil Veyle's attention then shifted to Mauvier, the Royal Knight of the Four Hounds. She gazed at him intently, a calculating expression on her face. "Mauvier, would you like to be rewarded?" she asked, her voice dripping with temptation.

Mauvier calmly shook his head, his demeanor resolute. "I need no rewards, my lady," he replied, his voice steady and unwavering.

Evil Veyle sighed in annoyance at Mauvier's response. "You won't even say my name. How cold," she conceded, her voice tinged with frustration. "If you don't want to be rewarded, that's fine by me."

Evil Veyle shifted her attention to the tainted image of Emblem Marth before her, her eyes filled with malevolence. With a wave of her hand, she commanded the apparition to return to its Emblem Ring, dismissing it with a cold, satisfied smile.

"Everything has been set into place," Evil Veyle declared, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "Now, all we need to do is... Ah!"

However, her triumph was short-lived as a sudden wave of darkness engulfed her, causing her to nearly collapse to the floor. Dark miasma leaked from her body, a manifestation of the sinister powers she wielded.

Zephia, concerned, rushed to her side. "Lady Veyle, are you alright?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.

Evil Veyle, struggling to maintain her composure, managed to respond. "Ha... It's... fine. I just need to rest for a few hours," she admitted, her voice filled with fatigue.

Evil Veyle turned to Zephia, determination in her eyes. "Zephia, you'll be in charge for the time being," she instructed. "I need you to do something for me... And make sure everything continues as planned."

"As you wish," Zephia nodded, her loyalty unwavering. "I'll do as you ask and I'll be in charge of our forces in your stead."

Zephia, accompanied by Marni and Griss, gently guided Evil Veyle towards her bedroom, providing support as they walked. They knew the weight of their mission and the importance of maintaining Evil Veyle's strength.

Meanwhile, Mauvier remained behind, his thoughts filled with uncertainty. He knew that something was amiss. "I need to meet with the Divine One and Kiran Pathfinder soon," he murmured to himself, his voice tinged with concern. "I must discover the truth of what truly happened to Lady Veyle, for I do not consider the Veyle we have with us to be the real one."

As the Four Hounds carried out their dark plans, the truth behind Evil Veyle's identity remained mysterious. Mauvier's determination to uncover the truth would set him on a path that would challenge his loyalties and force him to confront the shadows that lurked within the depths of Elyos.


As Evil Veyle continued her schemes with the Four Hounds, Alear, Kiran, and the rest of their group found themselves standing before Seforia, the reigning Queen of Solm. Seforia, radiating regality, addressed the group with a welcoming smile.

"Divine One, royals of the three kingdoms, and the remaining guests," Seforia greeted, her voice filled with warmth. "Welcome to Solm Palace."

Alear, filled with respect, responded graciously. "It is an honor to meet you, Queen Seforia," she expressed, her voice carrying a tone of reverence.

Kiran, following Alear's lead, bowed respectfully. "Indeed, it is a great honor for me as well to meet Queen Seforia," he added, his voice filled with sincerity.

Seforia, her gaze shifting across the group, expressed her delight. "It's a treat and a surprise to have such important individuals brought to the Queendom of Solm by Fogado," she remarked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Seforia's attention then turned to her son, Fogado, standing proudly by her side. She spoke fondly, a hint of pride in her voice. "Out of all your outings, this is by far the most impressive," she acknowledged, her eyes filled with motherly affection.

Fogado, unfazed by the attention, responded with calm assurance. "I was just doing what any prince should do for his queen," he stated modestly, his demeanor relaxed.

Seforia's gentle reprimand drew a soft chuckle from those gathered in the hall, her maternal affection evident in her tone. "Fogado, dear, it's 'Mom'," she corrected with a warm smile, her gaze softening as she addressed her son.

Fogado, slightly abashed by his mother's admonishment, nodded sheepishly. "Yes, Mom," he acknowledged, a hint of embarrassment coloring his features.

As Alear, Kiran, and the rest of the group looked on, Seforia shifted her focus to them, her gaze sweeping over the diverse assembly before her. "My son tends to try and appear aloof," she explained with a fond sigh, her tone tinged with amusement.

Turning her attention back to Alear and Kiran, Seforia's expression softened with genuine curiosity. "Your group is quite numerous and diverse," she observed, her eyes alight with interest. "Not only do I see representatives from Lythos, Firene, Brodia, and Elusia, but there are also some faces I don't recognize."

With a welcoming smile, Seforia encouraged Alear and Kiran to introduce themselves and their companions. "Why don't you all take a moment to introduce yourselves?" she suggested, her voice warm and inviting. "I'd love to get to know each of you better."

With a nod of approval from Queen Seforia, Kiran stepped forward, his posture confident as he began his introduction. "I am Kiran Pathfinder, the Summoner," he announced, his voice steady and resolute. "I represent the Realm of Midgard, specifically the Kingdom of Askr."

Following Kiran's lead, Fjorm stepped forward, her presence regal and dignified. "I am Fjorm," she declared, her voice carrying a hint of pride. "Princess of the Kingdom of Nifl."

Seiðr, the goddess from Vanaheimr, followed suit, her teal hair shimmering in the light of the palace. "I am Seiðr, and I come from the Realm of Light, Vanaheimr," she stated, her voice resonating with otherworldly wisdom.

Queen Seforia's brows furrowed in surprise at their introductions, her curiosity piqued by their unfamiliar origins. "Kiran, you said you are a Summoner," she said. "What exactly is your role?"

Kiran unclasped the Breidablik from its holster and showed it to Queen Seforia. "As I said, I am a Summoner," he explained. "And with the Breidablik, I can summon people from various worlds as Heroes, including from Elyos."

Sefora smiled as she became intrigued at what Kiran had revealed to her. "Heroes?" she said. "Kiran, you said that you can summon Heroes. Are Heroes similar to Emblems?"

Kiran calmly nodded at Seforia, his grip on the Breidablik tightened. "Not exactly," he explained. "Emblems and Heroes share the fact that both can be summoned, but Emblems are incorporeal spirits while Heroes are summoned in their physical forms."

Sefora nodded at Kiran's explanation, having heard from him firsthand. "Kingdom of Askr, Kingdom of Nifl, and Vanaheimr, the Realm of Light," she admitted, her tone tinged with intrigue. "I've never heard of those places within Elyos."

Kiran stepped forward, offering a reassuring explanation. "That's because the three of us are not actually from Elyos," he clarified, his tone calm and composed. "We come from another world entirely, known as Nine Realms of Zenith."

Seforia absorbed this revelation with a thoughtful nod, her expression contemplative. "I see," she mused, her eyes scanning the group before her. "Thank you for your honesty and transparency."

Alear, seizing the moment, directed her attention to Queen Seforia. "Now that everyone has gotten acquainted, Queen Seforia, we are here for a very important matter," she stated, her voice carrying a sense of urgency.

Seforia nodded, her expression growing serious. "You must be referring to the return of the Fell Dragon Sombron," she deduced, her voice tinged with concern. "I had no idea such a threat was looming over us."

Continuing her explanation, Seforia revealed an unsettling truth. "Sombron, it seems, was responsible for the creation of those creatures that appeared in Solm," she disclosed, her voice filled with a mixture of surprise and trepidation.

Alear affirmed Seforia's statement. "Yes, those creatures are called Corrupted," she confirmed, her voice firm and resolute. "They are the result of Sombron's dark influence."

Curiosity sparking within her, Seforia turned her attention to Kiran, wanting to gather as much information as possible. "According to my son Fogado, there is another enemy group that recently appeared in Solm," she mentioned, her voice filled with a mix of intrigue and concern. "Can you shed some light on this, Kiran?"

Kiran, understanding the gravity of the situation, responded promptly. "That enemy group is known as the Curse Directive," he revealed, his voice steady and composed. "They hail from the same world as myself, Fjorm, and Seiðr."

Alear, considering the situation carefully, addressed Queen Seforia with a hint of relief in her voice. "So far, Solm Palace hasn't been attacked by the Corrupted, Elusian Forces, or even the Curse Directive," she stated, her tone measured.

Seforia nodded, her expression reflecting both concern and determination. "Indeed, we've managed to repel and fight off several Corrupted and Elusian incursions within Solm," she explained to Alear, her voice tinged with pride for her kingdom's resilience.

Kiran, his gaze sharpening with interest, interjected with a note of admiration. "Impressive," he remarked, his eyes narrowing slightly. "It's commendable that the Queendom of Solm has fared so well in repelling such formidable adversaries thus far."

Alear echoed Kiran's sentiment, acknowledging the fortunate circumstance they found themselves in. "Indeed," she agreed, her tone grateful. "It's fortunate that the enemy forces haven't yet breached Solm Palace."

Seforia, sensing the weight of responsibility upon her shoulders, offered a sincere apology to her guests. "I apologize for the struggles the other kingdoms are facing in fighting off the Corrupted," she said, her tone tinged with regret.

Alear, appreciative of Seforia's understanding, responded, "Thank you for sympathizing with the rest of Elyos, Queen Seforia. We are all in this together, and your support means a great deal."

Seforia's voice softened with sympathy as she offered her condolences to Alear. "My condolences to the late Queen Lumera," she said, her tone gentle. "I visited Lumera in Lythos several times in the past."

Alear, touched by the queen's words, glanced briefly at Kiran, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you," she replied warmly, her gratitude evident. "My mother is in a better place now, all thanks to Kiran."

Seforia nodded in understanding, her expression reflecting both compassion and resolve. "The Queendom of Solm stands with you in your war against Fell Dragon Sombron," she affirmed, her voice unwavering in its support.

Alear, deeply appreciative of Solm's solidarity, expressed her gratitude. "Thank you for your nation's support," she said sincerely, her eyes meeting Seforia's with a sense of shared purpose. "And may I ask if the Ring of the Radiant Hero is still in Solm?"

Seforia turned to her son, Fogado, seeking answers. "Fogado, do you know where Solm's Emblem Ring is?" she inquired, her tone expectant.

Fogado shrugged nonchalantly, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Beats me," he replied casually, a smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe it's in the doodad drawer."

Seforia, suppressing a smile at her son's response, turned back to Alear and Kiran's group with a reassuring nod. "Please wait here for a moment or two," she requested, her tone indicating that she would soon return with further information.

As Seforia and Fogado ventured further into the depths of the palace, their absence did not go unnoticed. Ivy, the crown princess of Elusia, voiced her confusion. "What does Fogado mean by 'doodad drawer'?" she questioned, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Alfred, the crown prince of Firene, joined in the conversation, contemplating the situation. "Could it be that Solm's Emblem Ring has been lying forgotten in an old drawer all this time?" he wondered aloud, his voice filled with intrigue.

Diamant, the crown prince of Brodia, chimed in with a calm demeanor. "It is hard to believe that one of the strongest Emblem Rings would be left neglected in an old, musty drawer," he remarked, his voice carrying a quiet skepticism.

Shortly after their conversation, Seforia and Fogado returned to join them once more. Seforia, with a solemn expression, addressed the group, her voice tinged with regret. "My apologies, Divine One. The Ring of the Radiant Hero was taken away by my daughter, Timerra," she disclosed, her tone indicating a mixture of disappointment and resignation.

Fogado, adding context to his mother's statement, spoke up with a hint of pride in his voice. "By the way, Timerra is my older sister and Solm's crown princess," he clarified, a sense of familial connection evident in his words.

Seforia, her voice tinged with a mix of fondness and concern, addressed the group. "Timerra is set to inherit the crown, but much like my son Fogado, she is often out and about, doing who knows what," she shared, her tone carrying a touch of exasperation. "She has always had an adventurous spirit. She has been away for days now."

Alear, taken aback by this revelation, chimed in, her voice filled with surprise. "I didn't expect that either," she admitted, her tone reflecting her curiosity.

Seforia smiled at Alear and Kiran's group with a hint of nostalgia in her expression. "To be fair, I acted similarly when I was young," she confessed, her voice laced with understanding. "Timerra has always had a thirst for exploration and new experiences."

Fogado, placing his right hand on his head in a gesture of mild frustration, offered his insight. "Knowing my sister, she is likely on a camping trip far away from Solm Palace," he speculated, his voice tinged with both annoyance and affection.

Alfred, joining the conversation, shared his observations. "Indeed, the crown princess and the prince of Solm are not often present in the palace," he noted, his voice carrying a sense of understanding. "Their adventurous spirits seem to take them to places beyond these walls."

Diamant, his voice calm and contemplative, added his perspective. "Not even their mother knows when they will return," he mentioned, his words conveying a sense of uncertainty.

Alear, sensing the urgency of the situation, spoke up with determination. "If that's the case, our group can start searching for Princess Timerra right away," she declared, her voice filled with resolve.

Seforia nodded, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you, Alear. My daughter was last seen in the southern desert, and Timerra has likely set up camp in the oasis," she explained, her voice carrying a mix of concern and hope.

However, Seforia's desire to join the search became apparent. "You know, I would like to go to the oasis myself," she revealed, her voice reflecting a mother's worry.

Fogado, understanding the potential risks involved, interjected with a calm and protective tone. "Mom, it might be best for you to stay in the palace," he suggested, his voice filled with concern for his mother's safety.

Seforia, acknowledging her son's wisdom, nodded in agreement. "You're right, Fogado," she conceded, her voice conveying a sense of trust. "Alear, Kiran, and your group, please go to the oasis to find my daughter. And Alear, once you locate Timerra, be sure to summon Emblem Ike."

Alear, meeting Seforia's gaze, assured her with determination. "We will do everything we can to find Princess Timerra and call forth Emblem Ike," she promised, her voice filled with a sense of purpose.

Then, Seforia turned her attention to Kiran, having heard of his role as the Summoner and what he was capable of. "And Kiran," she asked. "I also would like you to summon the real version of Ike someday."

Kiran nodded as he holstered the Breidablik in his waist. "I will," he said. "I did summon Ike a few years back. When the time comes, I'll summon Ike in front of you, Queen Seforia."

Fogado, stepping forward, offered his assistance. "I'll guide your group to the oasis, just like I did in the Tullah Desert earlier," he offered, his voice carrying a mix of confidence and familiarity.

With the mission to find Princess Timerra now set, Alear, Kiran, and their comrades prepared to embark on another crucial journey. The path ahead was uncertain, but their determination burned brighter than ever.


Somewhere far from the Solm Oasis, amidst the arid expanse of the desert, a fierce battle unfolded. The forces of Ebony's Curse Directive clashed with the Corrupted, led by the bandit duo Tetchie and Totchie. Tension hung heavy in the air as the adversaries faced off.

Ebony dodged and blocked several attacks from several Corrupted as she counterattacked most of them using her Örmt tome. "Hmm, to think I'd manifest my cursed body right in front of these buffoons," she remarked. "Not that it matters anyway. These bandits will make excellent test subjects for this cursed body."

Tetchie, his voice laced with defiance, directed his words at Ebony. "Who do you think you are, meddling in our affairs?" he challenged, his tone dripping with arrogance.

Totchie, standing beside Tetchie, asserted their dominance. "This area of Solm and the Oasis belongs to us!" he proclaimed, his voice commanding authority over the Corrupted army. "Monsters, attack!"

As the Corrupted surged forward, their eyes filled with malice and hunger for destruction, Ebony responded with unwavering confidence. "You two are making a grave error by antagonizing me," she retorted bluntly, her voice holding an icy edge. "For I am Ebony, the Shadow Director of the Curse Directive!"

With a flick of her fingers, Ebony unleashed her power. Multitudes of Curse Directive soldiers materialized from portals of darkness in the desert sand, their presence striking fear into the hearts of the Corrupted. The clash that followed was swift and intense, the forces of darkness colliding in a chaotic ballet of combat.

Though the battle raged on, Ebony's calculated strategy proved effective. The Curse Directive soldiers fought with precision and skill, their dark magic and relentless determination pushing back the Corrupted onslaught. Despite the ferocity of the clash, the Curse Directive incurred minimal casualties, their disciplined ranks holding firm against the frenzied assault.

Amidst the chaos of the battle, the Curse Directive soldiers continued to gain ground, overwhelming the Corrupted battalion. Tetchie, refusing to yield, directed his words at Ebony, his voice filled with defiance. "We won't give in to the likes of you," he spat, his tone laced with determination.

Beside him, Totchie, his voice filled with desperation, joined in. "Brother, we have nothing else to lose," he declared as he and Tetchie readied their Brave Axes, his words carrying a sense of resignation and defiance. "Charge!"

With a swift motion, the two bandits charged at Ebony, their resolve unyielding despite the odds stacked against them.

Undeterred by their defiance, Ebony met their advance with a steely gaze. "Impressive, for a bunch of bandits," she acknowledged, her voice hinting of begrudging respect. "Despite being utterly terrible commanders, you two managed to command a squadron of Corrupted. I'll give you two that, but unfortunately, I have the upper hand."

With her Örmt tome in hand, Ebony prepared to unleash her formidable powers. Two void-infused dark orbs erupted from her outstretched hand, hurtling toward Tetchie and Totchie. The impact of the blasts sent the twin bandits flying, crashing several feet into the unforgiving desert ground.

As Tetchie and Totchie struggled to gather themselves, Ebony approached the hapless bandits with calculated steps. Her voice dripped with a sinister tone. "I'll enjoy extracting information from both of you," she declared, her Örmt tome glowing with a haunting purple light. "And then, I'll dispose of you both."

Tetchie and Totchie could only gulp in fear as they faced the looming threat of Ebony's cruel intentions, their fates hanging in the balance as her sinister tome cast its ominous glow upon them.


As night blanketed the village within the Solm Oasis, Timerra, the crown princess of Solm, found solace in the company of her loyal retainers, Merrin and Pannette. Their voices harmonized under the starlit sky as Timerra sang her heart out, lost in the melody, with her voice echoing off from the various buildings in the village. Timerra's song, filled with whimsy, spoke of the joy of a hearty meal, with Merrin and Panette clapping along.

"Meat, meat~" Timerra sang from the bottom of her heart. "Meaty, meat, meaaat~!"

However, their peaceful serenade was abruptly shattered by an explosion that resonated through the air. The force of the blast shook the very foundations of the desert, causing Timerra to stumble and fall to her knees and several villagers to rush back into their homes in panic. Merrin and Pannette hurried to her side, with concern etched on their faces.

Merrin, her voice laden with worry, reached out to Timerra. "Are you alright, my princess?" she inquired, her concern evident in her tone.

Timerra, dusting herself off with a hint of a smile, reassured her companions. "I'm fine," she replied, her voice carrying a touch of resilience as she managed to stand up.

Pannette, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and concern, voiced her observation. "Boss, that was no ordinary explosion," she remarked, her voice filled with unease.

Timerra nodded in agreement, her expression growing more serious. "Well, this blows, no pun intended," she admitted, her voice tinged with a sense of foreboding. "Not only has that explosion ruined my mood to sing, but I also have a bad feeling about what's gonna happen!"

At that moment, the tranquility of the oasis shattered, replaced by an undercurrent of uncertainty. Timerra's intuition whispered of an impending storm, and as the night grew darker, the weight of the unknown loomed over them.


At the same time, as night settled over the Solm Oasis, Fogado, accompanied by his loyal retainers Pandreo and Bunet, led Alear and Kiran's group through the ancient pathways. Their footsteps echoed softly in the tranquil desert air, their destination clear in their minds.

"Alear," Kiran said as he scanned the village within the Oasis. "It seems the villagers are about to head into their homes."

"I agree," Alear replied as she noticed several of the villagers recognizing her. "It is getting rather late..."

Suddenly, Fogado's keen eyes caught sight of a trail of smoke wafting in the distance. He turned to Alear, his voice filled with anticipation. "Look, that's a sign that my sister, Timerra, has set up camp nearby," he pointed out, his tone tinged with a mixture of relief and worry.

However, their attention was swiftly diverted by a loud explosion that reverberated through the desert, shaking the very ground beneath their feet. The group saw several villagers rushing back to their homes in panic.

Kiran, his voice laced with concern, voiced the question on everyone's mind. "Gods, what was that explosion?" he inquired with his words echoing in the stillness of the night.

Alear, her voice filled with determination, responded with a sense of urgency. "While I don't know who caused the explosion, we need to hurry and find Princess Timerra," she asserted, her tone carrying a mix of concern and resolve.

Fogado nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on the Oasis. "I couldn't agree more," he affirmed, his voice reflecting his determination to protect his sister. The urgency in his words spurred the group into action.

Then, as Alear and Kiran's group was about to look around the Oasis, relief washed over them as they spotted Timerra, Merrin, and Panette hurrying towards them. Fogado's voice cut through the air, calling out Timerra's name with a mixture of concern and reassurance.

"Timerra!" Fogado called with his tone a blend of relief and urgency.

Timerra's face lit up with a smile as she approached Fogado, her expression mirroring his relief. "Fogado! You're here," she greeted him warmly, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Did you hear the explosion too?"

Fogado nodded, his eyes meeting Timerra's. "Yes, I heard about the explosion, and I brought several people with me," he confirmed, his voice resonating with determination and protectiveness.

Alear stepped forward, offering a polite nod to Timerra. "I am Alear, the Divine Dragon of Lythos," she introduced herself, her tone respectful yet tinged with authority.

Kiran followed suit, offering a polite bow. "And I am Kiran, a Summoner from the Kingdom of Askr," he added, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue.

Timerra's smile widened as she took in their introductions. "Nice to meet you two," she said to Alear and Kiran. "Fogado wouldn't have come here unless he had found your group first."

Confusion flickered across Alear's face as she furrowed her brow. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of suspicion.

Timerra, her gaze unwavering, acknowledged Alear's question with a dismissive wave of her hand. "That question isn't important right now," she replied, her voice filled with urgency. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot..."

As the group's attention shifted, Timerra reached into a small pouch and retrieved the Ring of the Radiant Hero. She held it up to Alear, her eyes filled with hope. "It'd help a lot if you could use your Divine Dragon powers on this Emblem Ring?" she asked, her voice tinged with anticipation.

Alear, understanding the gravity of the situation, nodded solemnly. "I understand," she replied, her voice carrying a weight of responsibility. She extended her hand, ready to accept the Ring of the Radiant Hero.

Timerra gently placed the ring into Alear's outstretched palm. Alear closed her eyes, channeling her divine powers, and began to chant softly. "Fight on, Emblem of Radiance!" she invoked, her voice resonating with ancient power.

As Alear's incantation reached its crescendo, the Ring of the Radiant Hero ignited with a brilliant glow. The air crackled with energy, and suddenly, before them, Emblem Ike materialized in all his resplendent glory.

Emblem Ike, a manifestation of the legendary hero, introduced himself with a confident voice. "I am Emblem Ike," he declared, his tone brimming with determination. "Use me wisely, for I am here to aid you all."

Timerra, her eyes sparkling with admiration, directed her words to Emblem Ike. "With those arms of yours, you're raring to fight," she remarked, her voice filled with excitement and confidence.

Emblem Ike nodded, his face etched with a determined resolve. "Indeed, I stand ready to face any challenge that comes our way," he affirmed, his voice carrying a steadfast determination.

Alear, her eyes filled with determination, gently handed the Ring of the Radiant Hero back to Timerra. "I entrust this Emblem Ring to you," she declared, her voice carrying a sense of trust and confidence.

Timerra accepted the ring with gratitude, her grip tightening around it. She looked at Alear, her voice resolute. "Thanks for summoning Emblem Ike from his ring. I won't let you down," she vowed, her determination shining through her words.

However, their focus was swiftly diverted by Kiran's urgent words. He pointed northwards, his voice filled with a mix of concern and urgency. "Not a moment too soon," he remarked, his gaze fixed on the emerging threat. "Look over there!"

From the shadows of the desert sand and the buildings within the Oasis village, a horde of Curse Directive soldiers emerged, their sinister presence casting a pall over the once-peaceful surroundings. The air crackled with tension as the villagers recoiled in fear, hastily securing their doors and windows in a desperate bid for safety.

Alear's voice rang out amidst the chaos, her words carrying a sense of clarity amidst the confusion. "Those are Curse Directive soldiers," she stated grimly, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the approaching threat.

Timerra, her resolve unwavering, stepped forward with determination, her gaze fixed on the encroaching enemy. "We can't let them harm anyone in the village," she declared firmly, her voice carrying a note of defiance. "We need to stop them before it's too late."

Merrin, one of Timerra's retainers, reared up her wolf mount in preparation. "As you command, my princess," she said. "We'll crush these enemies with the hammer of justice."

Panette brandished her Silver Axe as Curse Directive soldiers marched towards the group. "Indeed!" she said. "They shall sorely regret terrorizing these poor, innocent people!"

With the weight of their newfound alliance and the fate of the village hanging in the balance, the group steeled themselves for battle, ready to confront the darkness that threatened to engulf them.

Fogado, along with Pandreo and Bunet, readied their weapons as the Curse Directive soldiers marched toward the group. "From the looks of it," Fogado said as he observed the enemy soldiers. "It seems these fellas don't even bother the villagers."

Kiran unholstered the Breidablik from his waist and readied it. "Fogado," he said. "That's because the Curse Directive has a vendetta for me specifically. It seems that their hatred against me is enough to divert their attention away from the villagers here."

Alear, her voice filled with determination, turned to Kiran. "I see. In that case," she urged, her tone reflecting their need for additional allies. "Kiran, it's time for you to summon more Heroes."

Kiran nodded, his grip tightening around the Breidablik. "Don't worry about that, Alear. I know exactly which Heroes to summon for this fight," he replied, his voice resolute and focused.

Seiðr, a goddess hailing from Vanaheimr, chimed in, her voice filled with curiosity. "Oh my... This is my first time witnessing Kiran's summoning abilities," she remarked, her eyes fixed on the Breidablik with intrigue.

Fjorm, standing nearby, couldn't help but express her awe. "I agree. It's truly incredible to watch Kiran summon Heroes," she marveled, her voice carrying a mix of admiration and excitement.

With resolve in his eyes, Kiran aimed the Breidablik, ready to call upon the strength of new allies. He pulled the trigger, and as the weapon discharged, four orbs soared through the air, each radiating with a vibrant light.

Gathering his voice, Kiran chanted with conviction, "Gathering wishes to call upon the Greil Mercenaries from the World of Tellius! Become the path its light shines upon!"

All eyes in the group, especially Timerra and Emblem Ike, were fixed upon the scene unfolding before them. The four orbs gracefully landed on the desert sand, emanating a brilliant and captivating light.

As the four orbs gently touched the desert sand, Kiran's voice rang out with determination. "Hero Summon! I bring forth Ike, Soren, Mist, and Titania into the battlefield!" he declared, his words resonating with power.

In response, the orbs began to shimmer and transform, giving way to portals that materialized before them. From each portal, Ike, Soren, Mist, and Titania emerged, their presence commanding attention.

"I'm Ike, of the Greil Mercenaries," Ike introduced himself. "You called me here alongside Soren, Mist, and Titania for a reason. So, I'll help you out."

"Hmm... My name? I am the mage Soren," Soren bluntly introduced himself. "I'm here to support Ike, commander of the Greil Mercenaries."

"Hi! I'm Mist!" Mist introduced herself as her grip on her staff tightened. "I'm Ike's little sister and I'll... I'll do my part!"

"I am Titania, deputy commander of the Greil Mercenaries," Titania said as she reared her horse. "Do you have a job for me? If so, let's start now."

Timerra's eyes widened in awe as she witnessed Kiran's summoning abilities firsthand. "This... This is so cool! It's truly an incredible sight!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration and excitement. "So, this is how Kiran summons his Heroes! Oh, this is gonna be fun!"

Ike, his gaze steady as he surveyed his surroundings, caught sight of the manifestation known as Emblem Ike. With a calm demeanor, he addressed his counterpart. "So, we finally meet," he remarked, his voice measured yet tinged with curiosity.

Emblem Ike met Ike's gaze with a serene expression. "Indeed, it appears fate has brought us together," he replied, his tone calm and composed.

Soren, ever the observant strategist, couldn't help but voice his thoughts upon seeing Emblem Ike. "Hmph... So, he's a near-perfect copy of Ike indeed," he remarked bluntly, his expression unreadable.

Emblem Ike regarded Soren with a calm nod. "Your directness is as refreshing as ever, Soren," he replied evenly, his demeanor unruffled by Soren's candid assessment. Soren could only respond by grunting in annoyance.

Kiran looked at everyone in the group, double-checking just as the Curse Directive forces marched closer to their position. "Since everyone here is accounted for," he said. "It's time for us to defend this village and the Oasis against the Curse Directive."

Alear readied her sword, Libération, as she stared at the enemy forces approaching the group."I couldn't agree more, Kiran," she said. "Let's do this everyone!"

As the group gathered, their ranks bolstered by the addition of the summoned Heroes, they prepared to face the looming threat of the Curse Directive soldiers, their spirits fortified by the strength of their newfound allies.


In the serene setting of the Aether Resort, Male Alear and Veyle sat at a table, enjoying their lunch. Male Alear indulged in a juicy hamburger, while Veyle savored a bowl of classic curry. The aroma of their respective meals filled the air, creating an atmosphere of contentment.

As they enjoyed their meal, two figures approached their table, carrying bowls of steaming vegetable soup. The first figure was a horned man, accompanied by a younger horned girl. They exchanged glances with Male Alear and Veyle, their expressions polite yet hopeful.

The horned man spoke, his tone courteous and friendly. "Excuse us, but may my retainer and I sit with you?" he asked, gesturing towards the empty seats at their table.

Male Alear, ever hospitable, nodded with a warm smile. "Of course, you're welcome to join us," he replied, his voice reflecting his welcoming nature.

The horned girl, grateful for the invitation, expressed her thanks. "Thank you so much for allowing us to sit here," she said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

As the horned individuals settled into their seats, Veyle leaned closer to Male Alear, her voice hushed. "Perhaps we should ask for their names," she whispered, suggesting a friendly gesture.

Male Alear nodded in agreement, reciprocating the whisper. "I was thinking the same thing," he whispered back, acknowledging Veyle's suggestion.

In this tranquil moment at the Aether Resort, amidst the shared enjoyment of their meals, Male Alear and Veyle recognized the importance of extending friendly conversation.

As the four continued to enjoy their meal, Veyle took the initiative and directed her question towards the horned individuals. "I'm Veyle, and this is Alear, though he prefers to be called Male Alear because he has a female version back in Elyos," Veyle introduced herself and Male Alear, her voice filled with genuine curiosity. "By the way, what are your names?"

The horned girl, known as Ash, offered a warm smile as she introduced herself. "I'm Ash, the retainer of Lord Askr," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of pride in her role.

Male Alear, intrigued by Ash's introduction, couldn't help but ask the question on his mind. "Is the horned man sitting beside us Lord Askr himself?" he inquired, his voice tinged with anticipation.

Ash nodded, confirming Male Alear's assumption. "Yes, the man you're talking to is indeed Lord Askr," she affirmed, her voice carrying a sense of reverence. "As his retainer, I am proud to be sitting with him."

With a hearty chuckle, Lord Askr confirmed his identity and the significance it held. "Indeed, I am Askr, the very deity that lent his name to the Kingdom of Askr," he declared, his voice resonating with pride and mirth.

Male Alear's hand trembled slightly, nearly causing his hamburger to slip from his grasp, while Veyle nearly spat out her curry in surprise. The weight of the revelation settled upon them, filling the air with a mixture of shock and awe.

Sensing their astonishment, Lord Askr spoke calmly, his voice carrying a reassuring tone. "It couldn't be helped because I can sense that you two are Heroes recently summoned by Kiran himself," he suggested, recognizing that Male Alear and Veyle were newly summoned Heroes, unfamiliar with the intricacies of their current situation. "Perhaps I should explain from the beginning..."

With curiosity piqued and a newfound understanding of the significance of their company, Male Alear, and Veyle listened intently, eager to learn more about the enigmatic Lord Askr and the world into which they had been summoned. The Aether Resort transformed into a place of both relaxation and revelation, as the stories of their intertwined destinies began to unfold.


In the heart of the village within the Solm Oasis, chaos reigned as the Curse Directive soldiers advanced from multiple fronts. The villagers, determined to defend their home, split up to face the encroaching threat head-on.

Timerra, fueled by her unwavering resolve, fought valiantly against any Curse Directive soldier that crossed her path. Her movements were swift and precise as she made her way through the village, reducing enemy forces one by one.

Eventually, Timerra found herself in a corner of the village, surrounded by two sturdy barricades. The ground beneath her trembled as the Curse Directive soldiers relentlessly attacked the barriers, their determination was evident.

Amidst the chaos, a voice resonated within Timerra's mind. It was the voice of Emblem Ike, speaking through her Emblem Ring. "Timerra, with your strength, you will be able to fend off any enemy that crosses your path," he reassured her, his words carrying the weight of his unwavering resolve.

Timerra tightened her grip on her Silver Lance, a surge of determination coursing through her veins. She replied, her voice filled with confidence, "With Emblem Ike by my side, I'll take on any enemy that dares to challenge me."

As the barricades trembled under the relentless assault, Timerra's eyes gleamed with determination. She squared her shoulders, ready to face whatever came her way. "Bring it on!" she declared, her voice echoing with defiance.

With her unwavering resolve and the strength of Emblem Ike guiding her, Timerra stood firm, ready to hold the line against the encroaching Curse Directive soldiers.

As the two barricades crumbled under the relentless assault, a swarm of Curse Directive soldiers emerged, their eyes fixed on Timerra as their next target. Prepared to intercept their attacks, Timerra braced herself, ready to defend against the onslaught.

However, before the enemy could reach her, a familiar presence stepped in. Ike and Soren swiftly moved into action, intercepting the Curse Directive soldiers who aimed to harm Timerra. Their movements were fluid, and their combat skills were honed through countless battles.

"There's no stopping me!" Ike declared as he slashed one of the Curse Directive Axe Infantry with his Ragnell.

"I dispose of my enemies," Soren declared as he conjured a sphere of wind from his Wind's Brand tome that blew away one of the Curse Directive mages.

As the last of the enemies fell, Ike turned to Timerra, a hint of relief in his voice. "We arrived just in time," he acknowledged, his voice tinged with gratitude for their timely intervention.

Timerra couldn't help but let out a grin, appreciating the support from the real Ike. "I appreciate the help, Ike," she expressed her gratitude, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. She then turned to the Ring of the Radiant Hero in her right hand, realizing her earlier comment may have been misconstrued. "And I didn't mean to offend you, Emblem Ike," she clarified, her words carrying a touch of sincerity.

Emblem Ike, calm and composed, manifested from his Emblem Ring and reassured her. "No offense taken, Timerra. I understand that I am based on the real Ike," he replied, his voice reflecting his understanding and acceptance.

Soren, ever blunt and focused on the task at hand, interjected. "Are you both done talking? We have more Curse Directive enemies to fight," he pointed out, his tone carrying an urgency that couldn't be ignored.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Timerra, Ike, and Soren shifted their attention to the approaching enemy reinforcements. The battle was far from over, and they needed to remain focused, and ready to overcome any obstacle. The clash of steel and the determination in their eyes marked their unwavering resolve as they prepared to face the next wave of adversaries.


In another part of the village, Merrin and Panette, loyal retainers of Timerra, found themselves separated from their princess. Their determination to reunite with Timerra burned fiercely within them, propelling them forward as they clashed with Curse Directive soldiers who stood in their path.

As the battle raged on, it became evident that time was running short. The relentless onslaught of enemy reinforcements threatened to impede their progress. Panette, her grip firm on her Silver Axe, voiced her concern. "At this rate, we won't be able to reach our boss in time," she remarked, her voice laced with urgency.

Merrin, equally determined, readied her Silver Dagger, her mind racing to find a solution amidst the chaos. "There must be a way to take down these enemies, somehow," she responded, her voice filled with determination.

Just as the situation seemed dire, a glimmer of hope appeared on the horizon. Titania and Mist, two trusted allies, rushed toward Merrin and Panette, their presence bringing a renewed sense of determination. Titania, her horse rearing with power, spoke with conviction. "We are here to help you out," she declared, her voice carrying a sense of reassurance.

Mist, her staff held firmly in her hands, nodded in agreement. "Together, we can overcome this obstacle," she added, her voice filled with determination.

With reinforcements by their side, Merrin and Panette felt a surge of confidence. United in their purpose, they readied themselves to face the remaining Curse Directive enemies. The clash of weapons, the pounding of hooves, and the power of magic-infused the air as they fought as a cohesive unit, inching closer to the moment they would reunite with Timerra.

In the heat of battle, Titania swiftly struck down a Curse Directive Lance Cavalry with her Draconic Poleax, her voice filled with determination as she declared, "In service to the cause!"

Mist, following Titania's lead, unleashed the power of her Elena's Staff, vanquishing one of the enemy mages. Her voice was resolute as she proclaimed, "I'll do my part!"

As the last of the enemy reinforcements fell, Mist turned her attention to her injured companions, Merrin and Panette. With a gentle touch, Mist began to channel the healing magic of her Elena's Staff, mending their wounds and easing their pain.

Grateful for the assistance, Merrin directed her words to Titania and Mist, sincerity evident in her voice. "Thank you both for helping us out," she expressed her gratitude, her gaze shifting to Titania's majestic horse. "And I must say, Titania, your horse is imposing," she added, offering a heartfelt compliment.

Titania's response was filled with a sense of humility. "You're welcome," she replied graciously. Her curiosity piqued, she continued. "I find it interesting that you ride a wolf as a mount. Care to explain?"

Merrin's voice carried a hint of pride as she explained, "I am a Wolf Knight. It is customary for Wolf Knights like me to ride wolves during battle. They are loyal companions and swift on the battlefield."

"I see. Thank you for explaining that to me," Titania replied as she readied her horse. "But, there's another wave of enemies that are going to approach here. We should be ready for them."

As the four companions stood together, their bodies tense and minds focused, they readied themselves for the next wave of Curse Directive enemies approaching their location, with Merrin and Panette determined to reunite with Timerra as soon as possible.


At the same time, Kiran Pathfinder dashed through the chaos of battle, he wielded his powerful Breidablik, aiming at the Curse Directive enemies one by one. Each shot was precise and lethal, eliminating the threats in his path.

Amidst the mayhem, Kiran couldn't help but express his disappointment. "Unfortunately, the group had to split up to deal with the Curse Directive on multiple fronts," he remarked, his voice tinged with regret for the divided efforts.

Suddenly, a voice echoed within Kiran's mind, originating from Baldraz, the spirit residing within the Breidablik. The warning sent a shiver down Kiran's spine. "Ebony is nearby," Baldraz cautioned, his tone filled with concern. "Kiran, be on your guard."

Kiran swiftly turned around, his eyes narrowing as he spotted Ebony, the Shadow Director of the Curse Directive, approaching him. Her cursed body emitted a dark, ominous miasma, a foreboding presence that put Kiran on high alert.

Ebony unleashed a chilling chuckle, her voice laced with a sinister undertone. "Ah, Kiran, my dear," she taunted, relishing in the advantage she believed she held. "It seems I have you right where I want you."

Kiran's grip on the Breidablik tightened, his eyes locked onto Ebony's form. Despite the growing threat, determination burned within him. He knew he had to stand strong, for the fate of the Oasis and his companions depended on his ability to overcome this formidable adversary.

Kiran's voice cut through the tense air with a hint of sarcasm as he addressed Ebony, the Shadow Director of the Curse Directive. "Ah, Ebony. I was wondering when you'd make your grand entrance. You always did have a knack for trying to kill me," he remarked, his tone laced with disdain.

Ebony, her form shrouded in dark miasma, readied her Örmt tome with a sinister smirk, the Curse Directive soldiers materializing beside her in a menacing display of power. "Oh, I'll do more than just kill you, Kiran," she retorted, her voice dripping with malice. "I'll make you suffer an agonizing demise."

As Kiran prepared to face Ebony and her soldiers head-on, the battlefield was suddenly engulfed in a flurry of magic attacks. With a startled glance over his shoulder, Kiran watched as Ivy and Seiðr, allies summoned to his aid, unleashed their formidable powers upon the enemy.

Seiðr, her presence commanding and otherworldly, addressed Kiran with a note of relief. "Kiran Pathfinder!" she declared, her voice resonating with power. "It seems we've arrived just in time!"

Ivy, Elusia's crown princess, offered a nod of acknowledgment to Kiran before turning her attention to Ebony, her gaze unwavering. "I remember you..." she stated firmly, her voice filled with conviction. "From our encounter back at Elusia."

Ebony's mocking laughter echoed across the battlefield, her eyes narrowing with malice as she addressed Ivy, Elusia's crown princess. "How could you forget our last encounter?" she taunted, her voice dripping with venom. "Since you've chosen to side with Kiran, I'll dispose of you as soon as I'm done with him."

With a snap of her fingers, Ebony summoned more Curse Directive enemies to bolster her forces, her command ringing out with chilling authority. "Kill Kiran and his allies," she ordered her soldiers, her voice cutting through the chaos of battle. "Don't let them escape."

Amidst the chaos, Kiran's voice cut through the clamor as he realized the urgency of the situation. "I need to do something," he muttered to himself, his mind racing to find a solution.

Before Ebony could unleash another attack, Kiran sprang into action, his Breidablik blazing with ethereal energy as he intercepted a dark orb hurtling toward them. With a well-aimed shot, he deflected the attack, the magic of the Breidablik crackling with power.

Ebony's expression twisted into a snarl of frustration as her attack was thwarted. "I can't allow you to summon more Heroes," she spat, her voice seething with anger and frustration.

Kiran locked eyes with Ebony, refusing to back down. "Sure, intervene as much as you like," he declared, his voice firm and resolute. "But you'll run out of ways of interfering, Ebony."

Undeterred by Ebony's threats, Kiran, Ivy, and Seiðr stood firm, their resolve unyielding as they prepared to face the oncoming onslaught of Curse Directive soldiers. Despite their best efforts, however, the enemy forces seemed endless, with soldiers respawning to replace those taken down.

Ebony, her dark power surging, continued to unleash bolts of darkness from her Örmt tome, her intent clear as she taunted Kiran. "This is where you will meet your end," she hissed, her voice filled with malicious satisfaction.

Before Kiran could respond, a familiar voice rang out, cutting through the cacophony of battle. "Emblem Engage!" the voice shouted with determination. Kiran and Ebony turned their attention to the source of the voice, their eyes widening in surprise.

To their astonishment, Fjorm and Alear emerged into view, with Alear donning her empowered Engage form, augmented by Emblem Lucina's power.

Fjorm, her voice filled with relief, addressed Kiran. "Kiran," she said. "I'm glad we arrived in time."

With unwavering resolve, Alear charged at Ebony, her movements swift and precise. In a powerful display of strength, she landed a forceful kick that sent Ebony tumbling into the desert sand. Alear turned to Kiran and urged him, "Hurry!" she said to him. "I'll distract Ebony while you summon more Heroes!"

Grateful for the timely assistance, Kiran expressed his gratitude, his voice filled with appreciation. "Alear, Fjorm, Seiðr, and Ivy," he acknowledged, his determination reignited by their presence. "Thank you all for coming to my aid."

Ebony's rage burned bright as she rose to her feet, her eyes locked on Alear, who stood resolute before her. With venomous words, Ebony lashed out, her voice dripping with contempt. "How dare you... How dare you!" she spat, her fury palpable. "A naive woman like you should not dare to intervene with my prey!"

Undeterred by Ebony's taunts, Alear tightened her grip on her Libération, a determined glint in her eyes. Addressing Kiran directly, she vowed, "Kiran... As long as I'm here, no harm will come to you."

With their clash imminent, Alear and Ebony prepared to engage in a fierce battle. Their powers clashed, each determined to overpower the other in this critical moment.

Meanwhile, within the depths of the Breidablik, Baldraz's voice resonated, reaching Kiran's ears. "Due to the intensity of the battle," Baldraz informed him, his tone filled with urgency. "It seems that Ivy and Seiðr are ready to be summoned as Heroes."

Realizing the opportunity at hand, Kiran swiftly loaded two Golden Summon Orbs onto his Breidablik. With determination fueling his every step, he began to run towards Ivy and Seiðr, his mind focused on bringing forth their aid.

Understanding Kiran's intentions, Fjorm, ever loyal and quick-witted Princess of Nifl, ran alongside him. She recognized the need for a distraction and offered a plan. "Kiran, I can distract the enemy forces for a time," she proposed, her voice filled with conviction. "I know that look in your eyes, Kiran. It's the same look when you attempt to summon Heroes."

Kiran acknowledged Fjorm's plan, his gratitude evident in his response. "That's a good idea, Fjorm," he agreed, appreciating her selflessness.

With Fjorm's resolve to draw the enemy's attention, Kiran pressed forward, his heart pounding with anticipation.

As Kiran and Fjorm regrouped with Ivy and Seiðr amidst the chaos of battle, Fjorm wasted no time in launching a fierce assault against the encroaching Curse Directive soldiers, her Leiptr gleaming with divine power as she fought with determination.

Meanwhile, Ivy's voice cut through the din of battle as she turned to Kiran with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "I didn't expect to see you on the front lines," she remarked, her tone tinged with curiosity.

Kiran offered a wry smile in response to Ivy's query, his gaze focused on the unfolding battle ahead. "Alear is keeping Ebony occupied for now," he explained, his voice tinged with determination. "I couldn't just stand by and watch."

"I see..." Ivy said as she nodded at Kiran, reining her wyvern in the process.

"Ivy, do you remember what I said to you a few nights ago," Kiran asked, searching for confirmation. "When we were retreating from Destinea Cathedral?"

Ivy nodded, a flicker of realization crossing her face. "Yes," she replied, her voice carrying a mix of determination and hope. "I remember... I wanted to be summoned as a Hero by you, Kiran."

Drawing the Breidablik from his side, Kiran turned to Ivy with a determined expression. "And now, it's time for that to happen. I hope I didn't keep you waiting," he declared, his voice filled with conviction. Gesturing towards Seiðr, he added. "And Ivy, you're not the only one."

Seiðr, honored by the opportunity, spoke up with a voice filled with gratitude. "I would be honored to be summoned as a Hero under your guidance, Kiran," she expressed, her loyalty unwavering.

During the raging battle, Alear continued her fierce duel against Ebony, while Fjorm skillfully diverted the attention of the Curse Directive soldiers. Meanwhile, Kiran, determined and focused, aimed the Breidablik directly at Ivy and Seiðr, preparing to summon them as Heroes.

With a steady hand, Kiran fired two Golden Summon Orbs, which struck Ivy and Seiðr with a radiant glow. As their bodies shimmered with the golden light, Kiran chanted with conviction, "Gathering stars to call upon the Elusian Princess and the Goddess of Vanaheimr! Become the path its light shines upon!"

The brightness intensified, engulfing Ivy and Seiðr as Kiran completed his incantation. "Hero Summon! I induct you as Heroes, Ivy, the Snow Queen, and Seiðr, Goddess of Hope!" he proclaimed, his voice echoing with power.

Suddenly, two pillars of light appeared where Ivy and Seiðr stood, signifying that the summoning process that would make them into Heroes was successful. The two pillars of light also destroyed the Curse Directive battalion that Ivy and Seiðr were holding off in order to defend Kiran.

As the summoning process was completed, Ivy's eyes fluttered open, and she took a moment to collect herself before addressing Kiran. With regal poise, she introduced herself as the crown princess of Elusia, her voice steady and filled with determination. "I am Ivy, the Snow Queen, here to answer your call and fulfill my duty as a Hero," she declared, ready to face the challenges ahead.

Seiðr followed suit, her voice carrying a serene confidence. She introduced herself as a Vanir Goddess from Vanaheimr, her commitment evident in her words. "I am Seiðr, the Vanir Goddess of Hope," she pledged, her presence radiating a sense of reassurance. "I will do everything within my power to aid you, Kiran."

With the addition of Ivy, the Snow Queen, and Seiðr, the Goddess of Hope, the allies stood united, their determination unwavering. The battlefield trembled with anticipation, as the newly summoned Heroes prepared to unleash their unique abilities and join the fight against the encroaching darkness.


As the intense battle between Alear and Ebony rages on, the clash of their weapons reverberates through the air. Sweat drips down their faces as they exchange blows, their movements swift and calculated. However, their fight is momentarily interrupted by two pillars of dazzling light piercing through the night sky's darkness.

Ebony grits her teeth, her eyes fixed on the pillars of light. "I... I was too late," she mutters, with a hint of frustration. "Kiran has summoned his Heroes!"

A small smile curls on Alear's lips as she glances at the spectacle above them. "That's right, Ebony," she says, her voice filled with relief and admiration. "You may be too late, but I'm glad Kiran has succeeded in summoning more Heroes."

Ebony's glare intensifies as she snaps her fingers, summoning a horde of Curse Directive soldiers to her side. With a determined expression, she turns to Alear. "Kill the Divine One! Make that naive woman pay for that slight!" she commands, pointing at Alear, her voice laced with venom. "I'll take care of Kiran myself."

As Ebony storms off, leaving Alear to face the overwhelming number of Curse Directive soldiers, Emblem Lucina, who has been silently watching the chaos unfold, speaks up from the Ring of the Princess Exalt. Her voice carries a sense of urgency. "Alear, should we give chase?" she asks, concern etched on her face.

Alear shakes her head, her eyes still locked on the rapidly disappearing figure of Ebony. "No, Emblem Lucina. I have full confidence in Kiran," she replies, her voice steady and relentless. "He has summoned Heroes to aid him. I'll hold the Curse Directive battalion here."

With unwavering determination, Alear turns her attention to the approaching soldiers, prepared to face them head-on. She knows Kiran's success in summoning the Heroes will provide the backup they need to overcome this daunting challenge. With her heart filled with trust and hope, she readies herself for the battle that lies ahead.


During the chaos unfolding around them, Ivy and Seiðr find themselves in a state of awe at the realization that Kiran has successfully summoned them as Heroes. Ivy's voice quivers with excitement as she speaks, her eyes wide with wonder. "This... This feels incredible," she said as she examined herself. "I can't believe I'm a Hero now."

As Ivy gazes at the Thunder tome in her hands, a sudden transformation takes place. The tome, once colored in bright yellow, now shimmered with a soothing blue hue, adorned with delicate flowers and tied with a purple ribbon. Ivy's curiosity piqued, she carefully inspected her new tome, her fingertips gently grazing its enchanting surface.

"My tome transformed... It feels as though Hortensia gave this to me," Ivy wondered aloud, her voice filled with both curiosity and anticipation. "What kind of tome is this?"

From within the mystical Breidablik, Baldraz's voice resonates, addressing both Kiran and the newly summoned Heroes. "Seiðr, you have been summoned as a Mythic Hero," he says, his voice carrying a sense of solemnity. "Your overall strength has been enhanced, and have a unique skill."

"Oh, that is good to hear," Seiðr replied as she gripped her staff tightly. "I wonder what is my unique ability?"

Kiran scans Seiðr with the Breidablik. "Seiðr, it seems that your unique skill is called Future-Focused," he explained. "'Future-Focused' refers to your precognitive abilities. It means that you have a limited way to change the futures of opponents."

"I see," Seiðr nodded as she listened to Kiran's explanation. "Sometimes, I do have these visions of the imminent events that happen shortly, like in the battle earlier today."

The Breidablik glowed white as Baldraz addressed Ivy. "On the other hand," Baldraz speaks to her. "Ivy, you have been summoned as an Attuned Hero, the first of your kind."

Ivy's ears perk up at Baldraz's words, and she turns her attention to the Breidablik. "Attuned Hero? What does that mean?" she asks, her voice tinged with genuine curiosity.

Kiran, sharing Ivy's confusion, spoke up, seeking answers. "I'm wondering the same thing. Baldraz," he said. "Could you enlighten us about what exactly an Attuned Hero is?"

Seiðr, always inquisitive, adds her voice to the conversation. "I am also curious. Please shed some light on this matter," she requests, her tone filled with genuine curiosity and eagerness to understand their newfound roles as Heroes.

Baldraz's voice resonates from within Kiran's Breidablik, providing the much-awaited explanation to Kiran, Ivy, and Seiðr about the nature of an Attuned Hero. "An Attuned Hero possesses a unique skill called the 'Echo Skill'," Baldraz begins, his tone filled with a sense of wisdom. "Similar to how a Rearmed Hero can share their Arcane Weapon with another Hero, an Attuned Hero can teach their Echo Skill to another Hero."

As Baldraz's words sink in, Kiran's gaze shifts towards Ivy, his eyes flickering with anticipation. He raises the Breidablik and scans Ivy, his voice filled with excitement. "Ivy, you possess not just one, but two unique skills," he reveals, a hint of pride evident in his voice. "The first is 'Obsession,' which allows you to perform follow-up attacks regardless of your speed in comparison to your opponent."

Ivy's eyes widened with delight as she absorbed this newfound knowledge. "That sounds incredibly useful," she remarked, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Kiran continues, his voice carrying an air of anticipation. "And the second skill is your Echo Skill called 'Soaring Echo'," he explained, with a spark of excitement in his voice. "With Soaring Echo, Infantry and Flying allies can swiftly move to your position, utilizing your strategic positioning to their advantage."

A smile of satisfaction tugged at Ivy's lips as she took in the magnitude of her new skills. "I admit, these skills will come in handy," she responded, her voice laced with a sense of gratitude.

Remembering that her tome transformed, Ivy eagerly presented her newly transformed tome to Kiran, her eyes shining with curiosity. "And Kiran, do you know what kind of tome this is?" she asks, her voice filled with curiosity. "My Thunder tome transformed into this when I was summoned as a Hero."

Kiran raised the Breidablik once again, his eyes scanning the intricate details of the Icebound Tome. A smile formed across his face as he uncovered its secrets. "Ivy, this is the Icebound Tome," he revealed, his voice filled with admiration. "It possesses two unique effects, depending on whether or not you are with a support partner."

Ivy's eyes widened with intrigue. "I see," she urged, her voice tinged with excitement. "Tell me more."

Kiran's gaze met with Ivy's, his expression focused. "If you are deployed with a support partner, the Icebound Tome allows you to move swiftly to your support partner's position," he explained, his voice carrying a note of clarity. "This enables you to maintain a strong bond and strategic positioning with them on the battlefield."

Ivy nodded at Kiran, absorbing the information. "That could be incredibly useful," she remarked, her voice calm yet filled with appreciation.

Curiosity still burning within her, Ivy pressed on, her gaze locked onto Kiran. "And what are the effects of the Icebound Tome if I don't have a support partner?" she inquired, her voice steady.

Kiran met Ivy's gaze, his voice filled with certainty. "If you find yourself without a support partner, the Icebound Tome grants you the ability to swiftly traverse the battlefield," he responded, his words carrying a sense of empowerment. "You will be able to move quickly, adapting to the ever-changing demands of the fight."

A serene smile graced Ivy's lips as she took in the magnitude of her newfound powers. "I can't believe the incredible abilities I have gained since being summoned as a Hero," she said, her voice filled with a sense of awe.

As Ivy marveled at her newfound abilities as a Hero, a sense of anticipation hung in the air, their attention abruptly diverted as Ebony charged towards them with malicious intent.

"So, you've managed to summon your Heroes," Ebony sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "But this is where it all ends for you."

With a flourish, Ebony's cursed form emitted a powerful miasma, enveloping her in a dark aura as she summoned yet another battalion of Curse Directive soldiers with a snap of her fingers. Kiran's expression remained resolute as he shook his head in response to Ebony's taunts.

"You can be as reckless as you like, Ebony," Kiran retorted, his voice steady despite the looming threat. "But remember, you're only here because of that cursed body."

Ignoring Kiran's words, Ebony remained focused on her goal, issuing orders to her soldiers with a chilling calmness. "Kill Kiran and his Heroes," she commanded, her voice carrying a dangerous edge. "Show no mercy."

With Ebony and her Curse Directive soldiers closing in, Kiran, Ivy, and Seiðr braced themselves for the impending confrontation, knowing that they would need to rely on their newfound abilities and camaraderie to overcome the formidable threat before them.

Amidst the chaos of battle, Seiðr's voice cut through the clamor, her tone filled with insight and concern. "Kiran," she remarked, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "I can sense dark energies emanating from Ebony's body. Those dark energies are surely going to damage her mortal soul."

Within the confines of the Breidablik, Baldraz's voice echoed with knowledge and understanding as he addressed Kiran, his words laden with urgency. "Ebony's cursed body not only serves as a vessel for her presence in Elyos," he explained, his tone tinged with gravity, "But, it also renders her susceptible to negative emotions such as anger and hate."

Listening intently to Baldraz's words, Kiran's expression hardened with determination as he continued to trade blows with Ebony, his mind racing with the implications of the revelation.

"So, Ebony is willing to endure the consequences of using a cursed body," Kiran observed, his voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and resolve, "Even if it means she will succumb to heightened aggression and animosity towards us. Perhaps we can use that to our advantage."

As the battle raged on, Kiran and his allies remained vigilant, their resolve unwavering in the face of Ebony's relentless onslaught.

Just as tension reached its peak, Kiran's sharp ears caught the sound of approaching footsteps. He turned around, a mix of relief and determination flooding his eyes as he saw Alear, Fjorm, Alfred, Diamant, Fogado, Timerra, and their retainers joining the fray. A sense of defiance washed over Kiran, knowing that he was not alone in this fight.

"We cleared the enemies on our end," Alear said as she readied her Liberation while still Engaged with Emblem Lucina. "We can now help out here!"

Ebony, her fury evident, gritted her teeth in anger. Through clenched teeth, she reluctantly admits, "How dare you rout my forces!"

Timerra, not one to hold back, stepped forward and addressed Ebony with a hint of disdain in her voice. "To be fair, your army was the one who attacked first," she said as she pointed at Ebony. "If you're asking me, you're only making a fool of yourself."

Ebony's anger reached its boiling point, and a purple miasma surrounded her and her Curse Directive soldiers, amplifying their dark powers. The air crackled with malevolence, heightening the stakes of the battle.

Seiðr, ever perceptive, spoke urgently to Kiran. "We must defeat Ebony swiftly," she insisted, her voice filled with urgency. "If we do not, there won't be an Oasis left to save."

Kiran nodded, sharing Seiðr's concern. With determination etched on his face, he addressed everyone in the group. "This is it, everyone. It's now or never," he declared, rallying their spirits.

With their hearts united, Alear, Kiran, and their courageous allies clashed against Ebony and her Curse Directive soldiers. Everyone clashed against the miasma-empowered Curse Directive soldiers, hoping to put a stop to the enemies before it was too late.

Amidst the chaotic clash of magic and steel, Kiran and Ebony engaged in a fierce exchange of attacks, their movements a blur of motion as they battled for supremacy. Ebony hurled dark orbs from her Örmt tome with ferocious intensity, while Kiran countered each assault with precise blasts from the Breidablik, the clash of their powers echoing across the battlefield.

"Why won't you die?!" Ebony's voice rang out, seething with frustration and anger.

Kiran met her gaze unwaveringly, his expression calm and determined. "Many have tried to end me," he replied evenly, his voice tinged with resolve, "But, I have my Heroes to stand by me when I need them most."

Ebony's rage only seemed to intensify, her cursed form pulsating with malevolent energy as she railed against her adversary. "I will not be stopped," she declared vehemently, her voice echoing with fury. "Not by you, or your so-called Heroes, or anyone! I will see you dead, even if it means destroying the Nine Realms around me!"

Kiran, maintaining his calm demeanor, calmly countered Ebony's declaration. "You can try, Ebony," he stated, his voice steady. "But those words are nothing more than delusions. You're only fooling yourself."

As Ebony attempted to unleash her dark magic upon Kiran, she found herself paralyzed, unable to move her own body. Panic flashed in her eyes as she struggled against the invisible force holding her in place.

"How?!" Ebony exclaimed, her voice tinged with desperation. "I... I can't move!"

Her gaze shifted, and she saw Seiðr emanating a radiant teal and gold glow, her presence suffusing the battlefield with an otherworldly aura. Realization dawned upon Ebony as she understood that it was Seiðr's power that had rendered her immobile.

Kiran acknowledged Seiðr's intervention with gratitude, his voice laced with appreciation. "Thank you, Seiðr," he said, his tone sincere. "Your 'Future-Focused' ability came in handy."

Seiðr offered a nod in response to Kiran's thanks, her expression serene. "Kiran Pathfinder," she replied simply. "I appreciate the thanks. Your words keep me going."

Turning her attention back to Ebony, Seiðr's voice carried a weight of solemnity as she delivered a chilling prophecy. "Ebony, I can see your future," she spoke, her words carrying a foreboding certainty. "And sadly, your future is not a bright one."

Kiran seized upon the opportunity presented by Seiðr's intervention. "Ivy, now's your chance," he said. "Deliver the finishing blow."

Ivy, positioned nearby, heeded Kiran's command without hesitation, her resolve unwavering. "I'll make this quick," she declared, determination evident in her voice as she prepared to bring an end to Ebony's reign of darkness. With a determined nod, she urged her wyvern forward, ready to execute Kiran's directive.

As Ivy closed in on her wyvern, Ebony remained immobilized under the influence of Seiðr's formidable abilities. Despite her predicament, Ebony attempted to dissuade Ivy from advancing any further, her voice strained with defiance.

"Don't come any closer!" Ebony warned, her tone tinged with desperation.

Unperturbed by Ebony's threats, Ivy pressed on, her determination unwavering. With a flick of her Icebound Tome, she dismissed Ebony's words with a calm resolve.

"Loathsome..." Ivy retorted, her voice ringing out with certainty. "Ebony, you have the misfortune of meeting me on this battlefield."

Ebony's eyes widened in recognition as Ivy's words echoed the taunt she had once directed at her during their initial confrontation. Before Ebony could react, Ivy summoned forth the power of her Icebound Tome, conjuring shards of ice that shimmered with an otherworldly glow.

With a deft motion, Ivy conjured multiple chunks of ice, their icy glimmer reflecting her unwavering determination. With a fierce cry, she hurled them toward Ebony, each chunk hurtling through the air with deadly precision.

"Bear witness!" Ivy declared, her voice ringing out with conviction.

Ebony, trapped and unable to defend herself, could only close her eyes in frustration as the ice chunks found their mark. The cursed body that once fueled her power was now shattered, dispelled by the relentless assault of ice. The battle for the Oasis reached its conclusion as Ebony's resistance crumbled beneath the weight of Ivy's icy onslaught. With the destruction of Ebony's cursed body, the remaining Curse Directive soldiers collapsed into formless masses of miasma before dissipating into the ground.


As the battle in the Oasis concluded, Alear let out a relieved sigh as she felt the transformation back to her normal form. Kiran and Fjorm, concern etched on their faces, approached her.

"Are you alright, Alear?" Kiran asked, his voice laced with worry.

"I agree with Kiran," Fjorm said to Alear. "You do look rather exhausted."

Alear nodded, her expression softening. "Kiran, Princess Fjorm... I'm fine, but thank you both for showing concern to me," she reassured him before turning her attention to Kiran's recent summons. "By the way, Kiran, which Heroes did you summon tonight, besides Ike and his companions?"

Ivy and Seiðr stepped forward, confirming Alear's query. "Seiðr and I have been summoned as Heroes by Kiran," Ivy announced with a sense of pride in her voice.

Seiðr nodded in agreement. "What Ivy said is true," she confirmed, her tone steady and resolute. "Ivy and I had been summoned as Heroes by Kiran this very night."

Alear smiled warmly at Ivy, her eyes shining with genuine happiness. "Congratulations you two," she said, her voice filled with sincerity as she turned her attention to Ivy. "And Ivy, you've become a Hero, just as you wished for a few nights ago."

Ivy's face lit up with a smile. "Thank you, Divine One," she expressed, her gratitude evident in her words. "Your words mean a lot to me."

As Ivy finished speaking to Alear, Timerra, and Fogado joined the group, their presence cutting through the post-battle tension.

"Well, that takes care of that," Timerra remarked, her voice carrying a note of satisfaction. She turned to Alear and Kiran, her eyes reflecting admiration. "I'd say, I'm impressed by how both of you performed in battle, but do you think that Ebony girl will return?"

Kiran, taken aback by the compliment, responded. "Sadly, Ebony will return because she was using a cursed body," he said. "Not even I know where she and her Curse Directive soldiers are hiding, sorry."

Timerra nodded with a mischievous glint in her eyes at Alear and Kiran. "That's okay, Kiran," she teased, her voice tinged with excitement. "Anyway, I'm so impressed that I'm going to let you two in on a little secret."

Alear, intrigued by the prospect of a secret, spoke up. "What secret is that Timerra?" she inquired, her curiosity evident in her tone.

Timerra smiled and winked at Alear and Kiran before revealing, "Fogado, our Mom, and I have known all along that the Fell Dragon Sombron has returned. We also know who you are, Kiran, and that you're from another world altogether."

A hush fell over the group as Alear and Kiran processed this revelation, their expressions a mix of surprise and contemplation.

Alear, her curiosity piqued, turned to Timerra. "How did you already know?" she inquired, her voice laced with genuine interest.

Timerra met Alear's gaze, her expression composed. "We have eyes and ears everywhere," she explained, her gaze steady. "You know, spies and scouts scattered throughout Elyos gather information on various matters."

Fogado stepped forward, adding to Timerra's explanation. "Our spies have gathered information not only on you, Divine One," he elaborated to Alear, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity. "But also on Kiran's arrival, his ability to summon Heroes, and the fact that he's from a world different from Elyos."

Kiran, nodding in understanding, reflected on his conversation with Fogado and Queen Seforia earlier that day. "I think I get it," he realized, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. "That's why you and Queen Seforia were able to remain composed during our conversation."

Fogado, his expression troubled, turned to Alear and Kiran. "And sorry..." he confessed, his voice tinged with regret as he put his right hand on his head. "Our meeting back in the Tullah Desert wasn't by chance."

Kiran spoke to Fogado, intrigued by his explanation. "I see," he said. "Could you please explain?"

Fogado turned his attention to Kiran as he began explaining. "As the captain of the Sentinels, my job was to watch out for the Corrupted near the Elusian border," he explained. "If someone showed up in Solm and claimed to be the Divine Dragon or the Summoner, I'd size them up and bring them to the palace."

Alear, processing Fogado's words, spoke up. "That's why you hid the fact that you're a prince," she asked, seeking clarification. "Did you do that to determine if our intentions are genuine?"

Fogado's smile was warm and genuine as he nodded in confirmation. "Exactly," he affirmed, his gaze meeting Alear's with unwavering sincerity. "And that's why the two of you passed with flying colors."

A smile formed on Kiran's face as he heard what Fogado said. "I'm glad Alear and I passed your test," he remarked. "To think that you'd hide your intentions in your sleeves..."

Fogado's smile held a hint of pride as he explained, "Spot on," he smirked. "Anyway, when Fell Dragon Sombron returned, the Queendom of Solm had to take measures to protect itself."

Timerra, her gaze steady, added to Fogado's account. "Through our spies, we learned early on that Elusia brought back Fell Dragon Sombron," she explained, her tone carrying a sense of urgency. "But, I knew that Solm wouldn't stand a chance without the Emblem Rings."

Alear, sharing Timerra's urgency, interjected. "Hmm, I see," she said to Timerra. "That's why you're so eager to have me activate the Ring of the Radiant Hero earlier."

Timerra nodded in agreement. "Because of that, Solm's only option was on defense," she elaborated, her voice tinged with resolve. "That's why I had Mom stay in the palace backed up with the royal guards while the Sentinels were sent out to fight any enemy that threatens the Queendom," she concluded, her words carrying the weight of responsibility.

Kiran, impressed by the extensive measures taken by Fogado and Timerra, acknowledged, "You two certainly have taken a lot of measures to ensure the safety within the Queendom of Solm."

Timerra, holding up the Ring of the Radiant Hero, nodded in agreement with a determined glint in her eyes. "You know, I used to be a Sentinel myself," she revealed, her voice reflecting her unwavering dedication to the task. "That's why I also wander around Solm to keep Solm's Emblem Ring safe."

Alear, considering the situation, voiced her thoughts. "Have you considered asking another country for help?" she inquired, her concern evident in her tone.

Timerra shook her head, a look of determination on her face. "Nope, it's because Solm would be obliged to help that nation, and our forces are already stretched too thin," she explained, her words carrying a sense of practicality and resolve.

Continuing, Timerra expressed her firm stance to Alear and Kiran. "You know, I have a saying - You scratch your own back, we'll scratch ours, thank you very much," she declared as she bowed to Alear and Kiran, emphasizing the Queendom's self-reliance and determination to protect its interests. "But, I'm sorry that I misled the two of you, but we did that to protect the queendom."

Alear, understanding the necessity of protecting their nation, nodded in agreement. "I understand why you have to take measures to protect your nation," she affirmed, her voice reflecting empathy. "It's kind of admirable for your nation to go such lengths.'

Timerra, feeling the weight of the night's events, let out a tired yawn. "Yep," she admitted as she yawned, her weariness evident in her voice. "You know, I'm rather tired after tonight's battle. Why not we camp up in the Oasis for the night?"

Alear, welcoming the idea, replied, "That's not a bad idea."

Fogado stretched his arms, his fatigue becoming more apparent as the adrenaline from the battle began to wane. "I second that," he chimed in, his tone laced with exhaustion. "I could certainly use some rest after tonight's events."

Kiran, mindful of his responsibilities, spoke up, "I still need to write a battle report and have Ike, Soren, Mist, and Titania bring it back to the Kingdom of Askr," he said. "I've got a lot to write to cover the events that happened tonight."

Timerra stifled a yawn, her fatigue catching up with her as well. "Agreed," she said with a nod, her voice softening with weariness. "Let's make camp here for the night and regroup in the morning."

With their plans settled, the group made their way to the Oasis, seeking a well-deserved rest after their intense battle with Ebony and her Curse Directive. The night embraced them, providing a temporary respite from the trials they faced, as they settled in for a much-needed rest.


Meanwhile, Zephia, one of the Four Hounds loyal to Fell Dragon Sombron and Evil Veyle, stood atop one of the dunes, her keen eyes observing the aftermath of the intense battle between Alear and Kiran's army and the Curse Directive.

With a sardonic chuckle, Zephia mused, "It's amusing that two bandits managed to take control over a battalion of Corrupted. Too bad they were both slain by that woman named Ebony and her Curse Directive soldiers."

As the group settled in the Oasis for the night, Zephia's wyvern landed near her, prompting her to sigh with a mix of disdain and determination. "I've seen enough," she remarked to herself. "I must report this back to Lady Veyle."

Mounting her wyvern, Zephia took to the skies, her figure silhouetted against the moonlit night as she rode back to Destinea Cathedral to deliver her report to Evil Veyle. The weight of her observations and the implications of the battle hung heavy in the air as she disappeared into the night, her mission clear and her loyalty unwavering.


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...


Back at the Curse Directive encampment situated between the Kingdoms of Nifl and Muspell, Ebony stirred from her bed, her body convulsing as she expelled black fluid, a visceral manifestation of the destruction she had felt back in Elyos. As the cursed remnants left her, she gathered herself, preparing to face the new day.

Noticing Ebony's distress, Shade, ever vigilant, approached her tent with concern etched on his features. "Shadow Director," he inquired, his voice filled with genuine worry. "Are you alright?"

Managing a weak but determined smile, Ebony assured him, "Shade, I'll be fine after a drink of water."

Understanding the urgency in her tone, Shade hurried to fetch a cup of water for Ebony, knowing that her resilience would see her through. As he handed her the cup, Ebony, fortified by the water, turned her attention to Shade.

"Shadow Director," Shade asked Ebony. "How did it go?"

"Well, it went as I expected it to," Ebony answered. "But, I did get enough combat data from that battle in the Oasis, but I shouldn't use the black jewels in a while."

"I see," Shade nodded at Ebony. "Care to elaborate?"

"During that battle, I realized that using a cursed body amplifies negative emotions, which is why I feel sore after using a black jewel," Ebony declared, her eyes alight with ambition. "By the way, where is Ginnungagap?"

"Shadow Director, Ginnungagap has returned to the Realm of Nothingness," Shade replied. "According to her, she cannot stay in the mortal realm for too long, lest her powers will dampened."

"I see. I suppose Ginnungagap will return when she feels like it," Ebony said as she drank more water from her cup. "Anyway, it's time to proceed to the next phase of our plan."

"Shadow Director," Shade asked Ebony, seeking clarity, "What is the next phase of the plan?"

A sly smirk graced Ebony's lips as she revealed, "You must go to the Realm of Niðavellir and steal various items from Eitri's workshop, from her research papers to how their Gullinburstis are made."

Bowing respectfully, Shade pledged his loyalty, "I will do as you command, Shadow Director Ebony."

With their roles defined, Ebony and Shade set their sights on the next stage of their malevolent machinations, each resolved to play their part in the unfolding scheme.


In the depths of Destinea Cathedral, Zephia presented her detailed report to Evil Veyle, who perused the contents with a calculated gaze.

After reading the report, Evil Veyle's lips curled into a chilling smirk as she mused, "The Divine One and Kiran's army have proven more formidable than I anticipated. I must hasten Lord Sombron's plans."

Intrigued by Evil Veyle's statement, Zephia couldn't help but inquire, "What do you mean by that?"

Evil Veyle's smirk deepened as Zephia asked that question. "Come, Zephia," she said. "Follow me to one of the chambers. I want to show something to you."

Leading the way, Evil Veyle guided Zephia to a deep chamber hidden within the confines of the cathedral. As the heavy chamber doors creaked open, Zephia's eyes widened in astonishment at the sight before her.

Suspended in midair, in a state of stasis, was none other than Hortensia, Elusia's second princess. The significance of this discovery sent shivers down Zephia's spine as she realized the implications of Evil Veyle's accelerated plans.

Zephia's eyes widened in astonishment as she beheld the sight before her. "Hortensia..." she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "She's the second princess of the Kingdom of Elusia..."

Evil Veyle, her voice cold and calculating, explained to Zephia, "While you were in Solm," she said. "I had Griss and Marni track down Hortensia, separate her from her retainers, and kidnap her."

Intrigued and somewhat apprehensive, Zephia inquired, "Then, what is your next step, Lady Veyle?"

A cruel smirk played on Evil Veyle's lips as she divulged her sinister plans to Zephia. "I need your help to brainwash Hortensia using the tainted Emblem Ring in her possession."

Zephia's brow furrowed in confusion. "But, why brainwash her?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Why not eliminate her and be done with it?"

A predatory grin spread across Evil Veyle's lips as she regarded Zephia with a glint of amusement in her eyes. "Because a puppet like her is far more useful to us than a corpse," she explained, her tone dripping with malice. "With Hortensia under our control, we can manipulate her every move, using her as a pawn in our conquest of Solm. And even if the Divine One and Kiran remove her Emblem Ring, she will... expire to the magic that we'll cast on her. Do you understand?"

"Now, I understand, my lady," Zephia nodded as she replied to Evil Veyle. "How devious of you..."

And so, of them focused their dark energies on Hortensia's tainted Ring of the Instructor, channeling their malevolent intentions to bend the princess's will to their own. The air crackled with dark power as Hortensia screamed in agony and pain while they initiated the twisted process of brainwashing the unsuspecting princess.


In the next chapter:

Emblems And Heroes

A Fire Emblem Heroes x Fire Emblem Engage Crossover

Chapter 20: The Little Charmer's Liberation

See you fellas next time!