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In the dimly lit underground chamber, the flickering torches cast long, wavering shadows across the rough stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of burning oil and the oppressive weight of dark magic. At the center of the chamber, Fell Dragon Sombron stood tall and imposing, his eyes glowing with an evil red light. His gaze was fixed on Zephia, who stood before him, with a respectful look in her eyes.
Sombron's voice rumbled deep and filled the chamber with barely restrained fury. "Not only have we lost two Emblem Rings to the Divine One and that meddling Kiran Pathfinder," he snarled, his eyes narrowing at Zephia. "but one of our own Hounds has betrayed us."
Zephia nodded lightly, her expression grave. "Yes, Lord Sombron," she responded, her voice steady but tinged with regret. "Mauvier... he has turned against us. But I assure you, I will see that the traitorous Hound is hunted down and brought to justice for his betrayal."
Sombron's gaze remained unyielding, his voice a low growl. "You had better, Zephia. My patience with the remaining Hounds is wearing thin."
Zephia's eyes flickered with unease, but she remained resolute. "I understand, my lord."
A brief, dark chuckle escaped Sombron's lips, and his eyes softened, if only for a moment. "At least," he continued, his tone shifting to one of twisted satisfaction, "My loyal child, Veyle, has been brought back to me safe and sound. That is some small consolation."
Zephia hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "Indeed, Lord Sombron," she explained. "However... I have noticed during the battle that the Divine One and Kiran Pathfinder have taken to referring to her as 'Evil Veyle.'"
For a moment, there was silence. Then Zephia heard a slow, cruel chuckle as a smirk spread across Sombron's face. "Evil Veyle, you say? How amusing... and fitting," he paused as if savoring the words. "Yes... from now on, you and the rest of the Hounds shall address her as 'Evil Veyle.'"
Zephia bowed her head once more, her voice firm. "It will be done, Lord Sombron."
Sombron's hand extended toward Zephia, offering her an intricately crafted helmet, black as night and adorned with wickedly sharp horns. The helmet exuded an aura of malevolent power, its surface faintly pulsing with dark energy. Zephia hesitated momentarily before accepting it, her fingers brushing against the cold, enchanted metal. She looks up at Sombron, her curiosity piqued.
"What is this, Lord Sombron?" Zephia asked, her voice laced with a mix of awe and apprehension.
Sombron's gaze remained fixed on her, his expression unreadable. "This is an enchanted helmet," he explained, his tone carrying an air of sinister satisfaction. "It has been designed to unleash Evil Veyle's full potential. When the time comes, you are to ensure she wears it."
Zephia's eyes widened slightly as she processed the weight of his words. She nods slowly, her resolve hardening. "I understand, my lord. I will see to it that Evil Veyle dons this helmet when the time is right."
Sombron's stare turned icy, his voice lowering to a menacing growl. "You must see it done, Zephia. There is no room for failure."
A shiver runs down Zephia's spine at the coldness in his tone, but she holds his gaze, unwavering. "It will be done, Lord Sombron. I swear it."
Satisfied, Sombron turned to leave, his dark presence filling the chamber. Just as he was about to retreat into the shadows, Zephia spoke again, her voice hesitant but firm. "Lord Sombron, before you go... there is something I must tell you."
Sombron paused, casting a glance over his shoulder. "Speak."
Zephia took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing in thought. "I believe... that another one of your children still lives. I remember her... a child… a girl with fiery red hair and eyes."
Sombron raised an eyebrow, a flicker of interest passing through his otherwise indifferent expression. "I had many children in the past," he replied, his voice dismissive. "So many that I cannot remember them all, aside from Evil Veyle, but you insist that this child still lives..."
His eyes narrow, and his voice takes on a commanding tone. "So be it... Should you find this girl, Zephia," he bellowed. "Kill her and bring her corpse to me by any means necessary."
Zephia inclines her head in acknowledgment, her mind already racing with possibilities. "As you command, Lord Sombron."
Without another word, Sombron turned and disappeared into the darkness, retreating to his private chambers. As the heavy silence of the chamber settled around her, Zephia crossed her arms, her thoughts swirling with a mix of ambition and determination.
"No matter what the Divine One and Kiran Pathfinder do," Zephia mused quietly, a small, satisfied smile curling her lips, "Lord Sombron is one step closer to fulfilling his goal."
Emblems And Heroes
A Fire Emblem Heroes x Fire Emblem Engage Crossover
Chapter 25: Battle Amid the Cold Voyage!
In the grand halls of Askr Castle, Alfonse, Sharena, and Veronica sat on an ornate table with teacups and a boiling-hot kettle full of tea as Commander Anna arrived from one of the hallways. Alfonse, Sharena, and Veronica noticed that Commander Anna was carrying a 3-page report in her hands.
"That's the final report on the Battle of Firene," Commander Anna said as she gave the papers to Alfonse, Sharena, and Veronica to sign.
"It's a good thing that Kiran went the extra step to summon additional Heroes to aid with the rebuilding," Alfonse muttered as he signed the papers and stamped the Askr sigil on each one. "The ordinary people suffer through these conflicts the most."
"I have to agree with you, Alfonse," Veronica said as she signed her name and stamped the Embla sigil on the papers. "A nation must look for the welfare of its people. It was you and Sharena that reminded me of that."
"I still remember that like it was yesterday!" Sharena chirped as she signed the reports. "I'm sure the Firene townsfolk will take care of rebuilding since Kiran's Heroes have started it!"
Then, the Askr Castle door creaked open as one of the Embla soldiers who was escorting Veronica approached her and whispered to her. Alfonse couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in Veronica's expressions as her eyes widened slightly as she heard what the Emblan soldier had said.
"Veronica?" Alfonse asked her. "Did something happen?"
"Unfortunately, yes," Veronica answered as she let out a small sigh. "One of my soldiers reported a young girl riding a black pegasus that illegally entered one of the functioning Outrealm Gates in the remote parts of the Emblian Empire."
"Oh my," Sharena gasped as she set the battle reports aside. "Did the soldier see what the girl looked like?"
"Hmm," Veronica pondered as she saw the Emblan soldier who delivered the report go back outside Askr Castle. "According to that soldier, this girl has black hair with orange streaks, and she looks no older than 17."
"Is that so?" Commander Anna noted as she sat on a table. "Any other details that the soldier noticed on our mystery girl?"
"There is one more detail," Veronica divulged as she looked pensively at Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna. "That girl wore a black uniform with orange highlights... and a Curse Directive sigil is in her uniform."
"So," Alfonse said as he heard what Veronica had said. "The Curse Directive has made their move."
"So they did," Veronica replied wearily. "Kiran Pathfinder best be careful out there. I remember that he's on a ship with Alear, Princess Fjorm, and the rest of his allies."
"Oh!" Sharena stood up and exclaimed. "I'll brew some tea for us to calm ourselves down!"
"That's a good idea, Sharena," Alfonse acknowledged as he nodded at her. "Kiran has already encountered and prevailed against multiple Curse Directive assaults at this point."
"And he has Alear, Princess Fjorm, and Seiðr along with countless Heroes that he can summon whenever he needs our aid," Commander Anna concurred as she also sat down on the table. "Including us!"
"My summoning contract with him remains strong," Veronica clarified as her Enclosing Dark tome floated beside her. "If anyone can prevail against the renegade Curse Directive while on Elyos, it's Kiran Pathfinder, without a doubt..."
As Sharena stood up and began pouring tea from the kettle into the teacups, the group realized the Curse Directive had made their move once again. Yet, all four of them put their faith in their Summoner, Kiran Pathfinder, to confront the enemy sent by the Curse Directive and prevail.
At the same time, Kiran Pathfinder stood on the starboard side of the Firene ship, his eyes fixed on the rhythmic rise and fall of the ocean's tides. The salty breeze tousled his brown hair as he muttered, "It's been a few days since the Battle of Firene..."
His voice trailed off, and he scratched his head, lost in thought. The memory of Queen Eve congratulating him and his Heroes for defending Firene and aiding in Florra Mill Town's reconstruction flickered in his mind, a brief respite amidst the turmoil.
"Let's see… Alfonse, Sharena, Commander Anna, and Veronica returned to Midgard while Peony, Mirabilis, Triandra, and Plumeria returned to Alfheimr," Kiran muttered as he stared at the Breidablik. "A few days ago, I summoned many Heroes to help rebuild Florra Mill Town. I hope the townsfolk will manage on their own with the Heroes starting the reconstruction for them…"
'I am sure they will, Kiran,' Baldraz spoke through the Breidablik. 'The rebuilding will take a while to complete, even if you had summoned additional Heroes to start and accelerate the process...'
As Kiran stared out at the endless expanse of the sea, one of the waves crashed on the starboard with enough force to splash Kiran with seawater and stagger him a few feet back.
"Aha-ha..." Kiran chuckled in exasperation. "It's been a long time since I was on a ship. I forgot that waves can reach that high on open waters."
As Kiran squeezed his soaked cloak with his gloved hands, he heard the soft thud of approaching footsteps behind him. He turned around to see Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr approaching him.
"Huh?" Kiran muttered, surprised at their presence. "Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr?"
Fjorm was the first to speak, her voice gentle but with a hint of concern. "Kiran, we've been looking for you," she said, her eyes searching his face. "And you're... soaked with seawater."
"Well, Fjorm," Kiran sheepishly replied as he scratched his head. "It's been a long time since I'm on a ship. I leaned at the edge of the starboard, and I got splashed with seawater, as you all can see here."
"I'm glad you're okay... Although I find you soaked in seawater amusing to look at," Alear chuckled as she smiled at Kiran. "It makes me want to relax on a beach on Solm's coast, clad in a swimsuit."
"Be careful what you wish for, Alear," Kiran smugly bantered as he holstered the Breidablik. "For all we know, there could be a version of you out there that does exactly like you said."
"I'll look forward to it," Alear smiled as she replied to Kiran. "Given that you're able to summon a male version of myself, I look forward to meeting another version of myself, even if she's wearing a swimsuit."
"I'd imagine the same," Fjorm concurred as her cheeks were tinged in red. "When you summoned a version of me wearing a bridal gown, I have gotten into a very... awkward talk with the bridal version of myself."
"Ha, I still remember that moment," Kiran replied as he scratched his head. "Bridal Fjorm seemed adamant to talk with you and you alone."
Seiðr, ever perceptive, added with a touch of curiosity as her cheeks were also tinged in red. "As much as I want to meet another version of myself in swimwear or bridal attire, it is unusual for you to wander around the ship so early in the morning," she pointed out as her cheeks returned to their normal coloration. "Kiran, is something on your mind?"
"Aside from being slightly soaked in seawater," Kiran replied as he continued squeezing the seawater from his coat. "I've been a bit restless since the Battle of Firene."
Alear stepped forward, her gaze steady as she looked at Kiran. "Have you been restless since the aftermath?" she asked. "I understand you've had a lot to deal with lately."
Kiran sighed, glancing down at the ship's wooden floor. "Yeah, I sure did," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of the past few days. "A lot has happened... It's been a whirlwind."
Kiran paused, his thoughts drifting before looking up at Alear with a faint smile. "By the way, Alear," he furrowed. "I forgot to ask: Who procured this ship for us?"
Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr exchanged awkward glances, their smiles uncertain as they realized none of them had a clear answer to Kiran's question. The silence hung in the air for a moment, the gentle rocking of the ship the only sound between them.
Then, additional footsteps echoed across the deck, drawing the group's attention. Kiran turned to see Alfred, Firene's Crown Prince, approaching with Male Alear, Celine, Diamant, Alcryst, Ivy, and Hortensia at his side. The trio moved with a purposeful stride, their presence adding an air of regality to the ship's atmosphere.
Alfred was the first to speak, his voice carrying the warmth of familiarity. "Kiran, it was me and Celine who procured this ship for you," he said with a smile that hinted at his usual cheerfulness.
Kiran nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. "Thank you, Alfred and Celine," he replied earnestly. "We're all grateful that you found such a fine ship for our army."
Alfred scratched the back of his head, a sheepish grin crossing his face. "Well, I can't take all the credit," he admitted. "It was Mother's idea."
"Believe us, Mother insisted on this one," Celine commented as she gripped her Joyous Tome tightly. "She wanted to ensure that the best ship in our fleet was used to escort the Divine One and the Summoner."
Alear nodded in agreement, her expression softening as she looked at Alfred. "I'm glad Firene wasn't attacked while we were away in Brodia," she said to Alfred and Celine. "Your mother has been a pillar of strength."
Alfred's smile faded slightly, replaced by a more serious expression. "After that meeting a few days ago," he said, his voice lowering as he recalled the conversation. "Celine and I told Mother about what the enemy has been up to."
Alear's eyes narrowed with concern. "What did Queen Eve say?" she asked, her tone gentle but probing.
Alfred let out a sigh, glancing briefly at Celine before answering. "Mother was shocked... especially at what happened to King Morion and King Hyacinth," "She couldn't believe how quickly things escalated."
Kiran observed the exchange quietly, his gaze thoughtful. Alfred then turned to him, a look of admiration in his eyes. "But Kiran, thanks to you summoning more Heroes, Florra's reconstruction is well underway," Alfred continued, his voice filled with pride. "I'm proud that you summoned my sister Celine and me as Heroes. We've been able to help our people in ways we never imagined."
A smile tugged at the corners of Kiran's lips. "I appreciate the thanks, Alfred," he responded, his tone sincere. "But remember, it's been a group effort. Everyone's contributions helped save the Kingdom of Firene."
The group shared a moment of quiet understanding, the weight of their shared experiences hanging in the air. Despite their challenges, there was a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect among them.
Diamant, Brodia's Crown Prince, crossed his arms, his brow furrowed in thought before he spoke. "Divine Ones, Kiran... What are your plans?" he inquired. "Does it involve storming Elusia Castle?"
Alear met his gaze with a calm resolve. "A nation is empty without its people," she replied, her voice steady. "That's why I want to learn more about the Elusian people before we make any decisions."
"I agree with my female self," Male Alear added as he clenched his right hand. "We can't just go to the enemy territory blindly. Sombron can easily use that to trap us."
Ivy, Elusia's Crown Princess, nodded in agreement, her expression serious. "Attacking head-on may not be the wisest course of action," she said to Diamant. "It could lead to unintended consequences—ones we might not be able to control."
"Yeah, that's right," Hortensia exclaimed as she agreed with her sister. "For all we know, Sombron is likely holding most of Elusia hostage!"
"If t-that's the case," Alcryst stammered as he fidgeted and looked around. "D-do we have other options to consider?"
Kiran, who had been listening intently, spoke up, his tone thoughtful. "In conflicts like these, there will always be a cascade of consequences that follow each choice we make," he said, glancing at each of them in turn. "The best thing we can do is be ready to improvise because no plan survives intact when put to the wringer."
As Alear and the others considered Kiran's words, the sound of more footsteps reached their ears. They turned to see Timerra, Solm's Crown Princess, approaching with her brother, Fogado, then with Veyle and her retainer, Mauvier, close behind. There was an urgency in their movements that immediately put the group on alert.
Mauvier, his face grim, was the first to speak. "Divine Ones, Summoner... Two Elusian ships are approaching ours," he informed them, his voice low and tense. "Their intent is clear — they mean to board our ship."
Veyle, her expression troubled, added, "I saw a sizable regiment of Elusian soldiers aboard those ships," she added. "They're preparing for a full assault."
Timerra, her usual exuberance tempered by the gravity of the situation, stepped forward. "Then, what are we standing around for?" she said, determination blazing in her eyes. "We take the fight to them!"
"I concur," Fogado spoke as he readied his Killer Bow. "These enemies came to the party. Why not we 'extend' the invitation to them?"
Kiran nodded, already considering their options. "In that case," he remarked, his tone sharp and focused. "This will be mostly a ship and aerial battle."
"I see," Fjorm replied as she grasped Leiptr tightly. "I may not be familiar with fighting on a ship, but I'll do what I can."
"I can say the same, Princess Fjorm," Seiðr concurred as she readied her eponymous staff. "This will also be my first naval battle."
Alear agreed, her hand instinctively moving to the hilt of her sword. "Prepare for battle, everyone," she commanded, her voice carrying the weight of leadership. "We'll need to be ready for whatever they throw at us."
The group dispersed, moving with purpose as they readied themselves for the impending conflict. The ship's deck buzzed with activity, the crew and Heroes alike steeling themselves for the fight to come. The calm of the early morning was gone, replaced by the tension of imminent battle as the Elusian ships drew ever closer.
High above the roaring seas, a dark portal tore through the sky, its swirling energy crackling ominously. From its depths emerged Angeyja, her form astride a black pegasus, the creature's wings beating against the air with a shadowy grace. Black miasma leaked from Angeyja's cursed body, trailing behind her like an eerie fog as she clutched her Eistla staff tightly. Her eyes gleamed with a sinister light as she took in her new form, her voice a murmur against the howling wind.
"So, this is the first time in this cursed body," Angeyja mused, her fingers brushing against her staff, which pulsed with dark magic. "The result of activating that black jewel Ebony gave me... And I can feel it—the sheer power coursing through me. Even my Eistla staff has been replicated perfectly."
Her lips curled into a dark smile as she guided her pegasus through the skies, surveying the endless stretch of the sea beneath her—the cursed power within her thrummed, alive with an insidious energy that made her feel invincible.
Reining her black pegasus, Angeyja's gaze swept across the horizon, searching. "According to what Ebony told me, Kiran Pathfinder and his forces should be aboard a Firene ship somewhere in these waters," she muttered to herself, her eyes narrowing in concentration.
Then, she spotted them. In the distance, two Elusian ships were closing in on a Firene vessel, the unmistakable target of their approach. A slow, wicked grin spread across Angeyja's face as she recognized the ship.
"There you are," Angeyja whispered, her voice conveying satisfaction. "That ship has Kiran and his forces. How convenient."
A soft chuckle escaped her lips, her expression full of dark amusement. "I think I'll let the two Elusian ships have their way with them for a while. Let them think they've gained the upper hand." She leaned forward on her pegasus, watching intently as the Elusian soldiers prepared to board the Firene ship.
"For now, I'll observe the fun from up here. And when the moment is right..." Angeyja said, her smile widening. "I'll swoop in along with my Curse Directive forces and finish them off myself."
With her dark magic swirling around her, Angeyja watched the events unfold below, cloaked by the stormy skies, content to bide her time until the perfect moment to strike.
On the deck of one of the Elusian ships, an elderly man stood silently, his white robes fluttering in the sea breeze as he observed the surrounding soldiers. The soldiers were preparing to board the Firene ship, their movements efficient and practiced as they laid down planks to bridge the gap between the vessels. The old man's name was Lindon, an Elusian scholar and the retainer of King Hyacinth's older brother, but now he felt like a ghost fighting for a cause he no longer believed in.
Lindon's tired eyes scanned the chaos, his heart heavy with a sorrow that had been building ever since the fall of King Hyacinth. He muttered under his breath, barely audible over the clamor of the soldiers.
"Elusia... what has become of this nation?" Lindon whispered, his voice tinged with regret. "Ever since King Hyacinth's passing, our homeland has become something unrecognizable, twisted into a tool for the Fell Dragon's will."
He watched as the Elusian soldiers moved with a determination that troubled him. They weren't fighting for their people, for their homes, or even for their country. No, they were fighting for a dark cause that had nothing to do with the Elusia he once knew and loved.
"These soldiers don't serve Elusia anymore," Lindon sighed, "They serve the Fell Dragon and his accursed Hounds." His gaze dropped to the weathered wood of the ship beneath his feet, the creaking timbers groaning like the burden on his conscience. "Is this... really what I want to do? Is this what I've become?"
The sounds of battle preparations continued around him, but Lindon's thoughts were elsewhere. He squinted, peering across the narrow stretch of the ocean at the Firene ship they were about to board. Through the mist and the morning light, he saw figures on the other boat that made his heart skip a beat.
"That... that can't be..." Lindon murmured, his eyes widening. He recognized them immediately: Alear, the Divine One, her presence radiating hope; Kiran Pathfinder, the Summoner whose reputation had spread far and wide in Elyos; and Ivy and Hortensia, the princesses of Elusia who sought asylum with the Divine One.
"What are they doing here?" Lindon wondered aloud, his voice trembling with fear and hope. "The Divine One, the Summoner... Ivy and Hortensia..."
For a moment, the old man's heart was conflicted. These were the very people he had been told were his enemies, yet seeing them now, standing together on that ship stirred something deep within him.
"If anyone could save me from this nightmare," Lindon whispered, almost to himself. "It would be them. Hmm... Perhaps they could rescue me from this path I've strayed onto."
His gaze remained fixed on the Firene ship, a flicker of hope igniting within his weary soul as the distance between the two ships grew smaller with each passing second.
On the port side of the Firene ship, Male Alear, Veyle, Mauvier, Diamant, Alcryst, Amber, Jade, Citrinne, and Lapis readied themselves as the Elusian soldiers on the opposing ship finished placing planks as makeshift bridges to board the Firene ship.
"Get ready everyone," Male Alear said as he readied his Libération sword. "Here they come!"
As soon as Male Alear said those words, a sizable regiment of Elusian soldiers began to cross the plank bridge and into the port side of the Firene ship.
Then, the lone flame cannon on the Firene ship whirled around as it blasted a large fireball on the Elusian ship on the port side, knocking some of the Elusian soldiers overboard and setting that part of the ship on fire.
"Wait," Veyle asked as she saw the smoke coming out of the flame cannon's nozzle. "Isn't that the flame cannon?"
"Yeah, Veyle," Male Alear answered. "According to Alfred, the flame cannon will ignite parts of the enemy ship ablaze and slow down the enemy."
"It may be so," Mauvier attested as he readied his horse. "There are still enemies who are going to board this ship. Let us take them on."
After the flame cannon did its part, the Elusian soldiers who survived the attack crossed the plank bridge and onto the Firene ship's port side. Male Alear, Veyle, Mauvier, Fjorm, and Seiðr clashed against the enemy soldiers in an attempt to thwart the enemy's attempt to board their ship.
"I will stop you!" Male Alear declared as he slashed an Elusian soldier wielding a Steel Axe and kicked them overboard.
"I'll prove my worth!" Diamant declared as his Fair-Fight Blade ignited as he slashed an Elusian soldier wielding a Steel Sword.
"Your story ends here," Jade declared as she swung her Steel Greataxe.
"Hope this looks cool!" Amber said as he took down an Elusian soldier with his Steel Lance.
"I hope this is enough!" Alcryst stammered as he fired an arrow from his Arcane Darkbow at one of the Pegasus Knights, taking them down.
"Allow me to dazzle you!" Citrinne declared as she conjured a wind blast from her Tome of Luxuries.
"Eat this!" Lapis declared as she slashed an Elusian soldier with her Defier's Sword+.
"I won't lose," Veyle said as she blasted an Elusian mage with her Obscurité.
"The decisive blow!" Mauvier bellowed as he skewered an Elusian Pegasus Knight with this Penitent Lance.
As they took down the first wave of Elusian soldiers, Male Alear, Veyle, and Mauvier readied themselves as the second wave of enemies. The majority were mages and archers, who boarded the Firene ship. Then, the trio heard footsteps and saw Fjorm and Seiðr running towards them with their weapons ready.
"Princess Fjorm?" Veyle called out. "And Seiðr?"
"Um..." Alcryst asked hesitantly. "W-what brings the two of you here?"
"Well, Seiðr and I couldn't just stand there," Fjorm explained as she gripped her Leiptr tightly. "Kiran ordered us to help take down the enemies on the port side."
"Without a doubt," Seiðr attested as she readied her eponymous staff as she steadied her goat mount. "The next wave of enemies is mostly mages and archers. Let us assist you five in fending them off."
"Any help is appreciated," Male Alear said as he nodded at Fjorm and Seiðr.
"Then, let's make haste," Diamant said as he wielded his Fair-Fight Blade. "Here they come!"
As Male Alear, Diamant, Alcryst, Veyle, and Mauvier took on the melee foes, Fjorm and Seiðr readied themselves against the Elusian mages and archers.
One of the Elusian archers aimed their bow at Fjorm and fired an arrow. Then, Fjorm's Ice Barrier II activated, nullifying the Elusian Mage's attack. Fjorm's grip on her Leiptr tightened as her Ice Barrier II shattered.
"You won't get past me!" Fjorm declared as she performed a retaliatory strike against the Elusian Archer.
At the same time, an Elusian Mage Cavalier set their sights on Seiðr. Having anticipated this, Seiðr's body began to glow teal and gold as her Future-Focused ability activated, briefly distorting the Elusian Mage Cavalry's perception of time and space. With the enemy mage cavalier distorted, Seiðr wasted no time as her eponymous staff began to glow gold.
"I must keep going!" Seiðr stated as she blasted the Elusian Mage Cavalry overboard.
As more enemies began to board the Firene ship, Male Alear, Diamant, Alcryst, Veyle, Mauvier, Fjorm, and Seiðr fought together to fend off the incoming incursion. Each one of them fought to the best of their abilities, determined to thwart the enemies from boarding the Firene ship.
Meanwhile, in another part of the Firene ship, a male Thief climbed into the stern, and several Pegasus Knights and Wyvern Riders flew close by. As the male Thief dismounted from the Pegasus Knight, he surveyed the surroundings as the fighting continued.
"Hehehe... They're nice and distracted," The male Thief declared as he eyed the Firene ship if there was anything valuable to steal. "Don't mind me, chumps! I'm here for the treasure!"
No sooner as the Male Thief said those words, both he and a nearby Pegasus Knight heard the familiar clops of a galloping horse. The male Thief's eyes widened in shock as he saw Crown Prince Alfred of Firene charging at the Pegasus Knight.
"Scatter like petals!" Alfred declared as he skewered the Elusian Pegasus Knight with his Arcane Qiang and threw them overboard.
As Alfred took down the Pegasus Knight, two Wyvern Riders swoop in to assault him, but Alfred's retainers, Boucheron and Etie, intervened and intercepted the Wyvern Rider's assaults.
"This is going to hurt!" Boucheron said as he swung his Steel Greataxe at the Steel Lance-wielding Wyvern Knight, knocking them down into the treacherous ocean below.
"Heavy Draw!" Etie declared as she fired an arrow from her Protection Bow+ at the Steel Sword-wielding Wyvern Rider.
The male Thief gritted his teeth in disbelief as his allies were swiftly taken down, leaving him with a few options left. The male Thief turned his attention to the remaining two Pegasus Knights still with him.
"What are you fellas waiting for?!" The male Thief bellowed. "Back me up here!"
The remaining two Pegasus Knights nodded and charged at Alfred, Boucheron, and Etie. Yet, their assault was intercepted by two more retainers, Louis and Celine.
"Observe your ruin!" Louis exclaimed as he skewered a Pegasus Knight with his Steel Lance.
"I'm ready to dig in!" Chloe declared as she struck a Lance-wielding Pegasus Knight with her Dreaming Spear.
As his flying allies fell into the roaring ocean, the male Thief saw not only Crown Prince Alfred was present, but also Princess Celine, who was glaring intensely at him, her Joyous Tome glowing green with her magic.
"Prince Alfred and... Princess Celine?!" The male Thief panicked as he saw the Firene princess. "I didn't expect you two to be here-"
"You need pruning!" Celine interjected as she fired a green orb from her Joyous Tome at the Elusian Thief, knocking him overboard and into the roaring sea.
As Celine brandished her Joyous Tome, she and Alfred turned around to see Timerra, Fogado, and their retainers approaching them.
"Timerra and Fogado!" Alfred said to them. "Did you take down the enemies at your end?"
"Yeah, we took care of some of those fellas since they were in the way," Timerra said as she twirled her Killer Lance. "I didn't even need my Emblem Ring 'cause these are small fry!"
"As Princess Timerra had said," Bunet declared. "We dished out an appropriate amount of force at the enemies on our end."
Meanwhile, Fogado trotted his horse towards Celine, impressed at her ruthless disposal of the Elusian Thief earlier.
"Whoa, Princess Celine!" Fogado smirked. "You're looking feisty when you took down that Thief."
"That Thief was about to steal from this ship," Celine huffed as she replied at Fogado. "I won't allow that!"
Before Fogado could reply, more Elusian Pegasus Knights, Wyvern Riders, and even some Dark Fliers flew to the stern, alerting the group.
"Boss!" Panette said to Timerra. "More fliers are approaching the stern!"
"Looks like we can save the chat for later," Timerra huffed as she readied her Killer Lance. "Let's show them how it's done!"
Then, Emblem Ike manifested from Timerra's Ring of the Radiant Hero, his imposing presence being a motivator to everyone in the group.
"Stay sharp," Emblem Ike huffed. "I'll guide you all through this, but I have a bad feeling..."
"Well, if you say so," Timerra shrugged as she twirled her Killer Lance. "We'll just clash with that head-on!"
"Come on, let's take them on!" Pandreo howled. "AWOOO!"
"I couldn't agree more, my princess," Merrin told Timerra. "We must make haste."
And so, Alfred, Celine, Timerra, Fogado, and their retainers started fighting the enemy fliers as they swooped down and attacked the stern of the Firene ship. Weapons clashed, spells were cast, and arrows were fired, as the group took down as many enemies as possible.
On the starboard deck of the Firene ship, Alear, Kiran, Ivy, and Hortensia prepared for the imminent clash as Elusian soldiers began to board their vessel via the planks connecting the two ships. The sound of battle was already erupting around them, with their comrades engaged in fierce combat against the intruders.
Alear's eyes swept across the chaos, taking note of their allies fighting valiantly. She then turned her attention to Ivy, who was perched on her wyvern, scanning the Elusian ships with a keen gaze.
"Ivy, you're looking at one of the ships" Alear called out, her voice rising above the din. "Have you spotted anything unusual on one of the Elusian ships?"
Ivy, her sharp eyes narrowing, focused on a figure standing amidst the confusion on one of the ships. "There's an elderly man in white robes," she replied, her tone thoughtful. "He seems... familiar."
Hortensia, who was mounted on her pegasus and also observing the scene, turned her gaze toward the same ship. "I see him too," she said, her voice laced with recognition. "That's Lindon. He's an Elusian scholar and was a retainer of King Hyacinth's older brother."
She frowned, her concern evident. "What is Lindon doing on that ship? It's strange for him to be involved in this conflict."
Kiran, his Breidablik at the ready, joined the conversation with a determined expression. "If Lindon is here, it might be worth trying to recruit him," he suggested. "By the looks of it, Lindon is far from happy in that ship, as if he's being forced to fight."
Then, Kiran looked at Alear, Ivy, and Hortensia, his gaze steady and unwavering. "Are you all willing to fight our way toward Lindon?" he asked. "We might be able to persuade him to join our cause."
Alear's face brightened with a smile, her confidence shining through. "That's not a bad idea at all," she agreed. "If there's a chance to turn the tide by recruiting Lindon, we should take it."
"I'll go wherever the Divine One and the Summoner lead," Ivy added as she wryly smiled at Alear and Kiran. "If we're heading to find Lindon, then that's where I'll be."
Hortensia, her grip tightening on her Arcane Charmer staff, nodded with resolve. "We need to reach Lindon immediately," she said firmly. "There's no time to waste."
The four of them moved with purpose, readying themselves for the fight ahead. As they advanced toward the Elusian ships, the clamor of battle surged around them, their focus unwavering as they pressed on to reach Lindon and possibly sway him to their side.
As Alear, Kiran, Ivy, and Hortensia prepared to launch their plan, they were approached by Ivy's retainers, Zelkov and Kagetsu, along with Hortensia's retainers, Goldmary and Rosado. The group moved with urgency, their weapons at the ready, determined expressions on their faces.
Kagetsu, his hand resting confidently on the hilt of his Reversal Blade+, spoke up first. "Princess Ivy," he began. "We overheard your plan to storm one of the Elusian ships and reach the man in white robes—Lindon, you called him? We wish to help."
Zelkov, always stoic, gruffed in agreement as he readied his Silver Daggers. "The Elusian soldiers on *our* end have been routed," he reported, his voice low and steady. "I am more than *willing* to lend my skills to ensure we reach this Lindon."
Goldmary, ever poised, turned to Hortensia, her expression unwavering. "Princess Hortensia," she said with a slight smile as she wielded her Steel Sword. "Just say the word, and I'll cut down as many enemies as it takes to complete our objective."
Rosado, full of energy, readied his Axe of Adoration while perched on his wyvern, his enthusiasm apparent. "We're here to support you, Hortensia," he declared, his voice brimming with determination. "Alongside Kiran, we'll reach Lindon adorably, of course."
Ivy smiled softly, appreciating the loyalty and readiness of her retainers. "Thank you, Zelkov, Kagetsu," she said calmly, nodding to each of them. "Your support is most welcome."
Hortensia, equally grateful, looked at Goldmary and Rosado with a determined glint in her eye. "Goldmary, Rosado... Thank you for providing support," she agreed. "We'll need all the help we can get to reach Lindon. I'm counting on you both."
Kiran, ever focused on the task at hand, tightened his grip on Breidablik. "We mustn't waste any more time," he urged, his voice firm. "Lindon could be the key to turning this battle in our favor. Let's move out."
"I agree," Alear nodded at Kiran as she readied her Libération sword. "Then, let's make that happen."
With their group now bolstered by the addition of Ivy and Hortensia's retainers, they readied themselves for what they were about to do, each of them driven by the shared goal of bringing the elderly scholar to their side.
High above the roaring seas, Angeyja, the Shadow Healer of the Curse Directive, observed the chaotic battle while riding on her black pegasus. As she continued her surveillance, she noticed that Kiran's allies were slowly, but surely fending off the Elusian soldiers who were boarding the Firene ship.
"Ha, seems Ebony's right," Angeyja mused as the grip of her Eistla Staff tightened. "Kiran and his allies are more formidable than I thought… No wonder these Elusians are dying by droves…"
Then, Angeyja looked at the starboard of the Firene ship and saw her primary target, Kiran Pathfinder along with Alear, the two Elusian princesses and their retainers. From what Angeyja could discern, they were about to board the Elusian ship that was closest to the starboard.
"Hmm," Angeyja muttered as she saw Kiran and his group moving towards one of the Elusian ships. "Just what is Kiran up to..."
On the Elusian ship, Lindon watched as the last of the Elusian soldiers charged at Alear, Kiran, Ivy, Hortensia, Kagetsu, Zelkov, Goldmary, and Rosado. The group moved with swift precision, their combined strength overwhelming the Elusian soldiers in moments. Lindon stood in astonishment, his aged eyes widening as the formidable warriors dispatched the attackers with practiced ease.
"I am the Divine Dragon!" Alear exclaimed as she slashed an Axe-wielding Elusian soldier with her Libération.
"Behold, an opening!" Kiran declared as he blasted an Elusian mage with the Breidablik.
"Loathsome," Ivy scoffed as she conjured ice projectiles with her Icebound Tome at an Elusian Dark Flier.
"This is *busy* work," Zelkov huffed as he dispatched an Elusian Thief with his Silver Daggers.
"Rest in pieces!" Kagetsu yelled as he slashed the Axe-wielding Elusian soldier with his Reversal Blade+.
"I want my life back!" Hortensia declared as she took down an Elusian mage with her Arcane Charmer.
"You can die now!" Goldmary huffed as she slashed an Axe-wielding Elusian soldier with her Steel Blade.
"I almost broke a sweat!" Rosado grinned as he swung his Axe of Adoration on an Elusian Wyvern Rider, sending the enemy tumbling into the ocean below.
As most of the Elusian soldiers were taken out, Lindon's gaze turned to Princess Ivy, who was approaching him on her wyvern. The regal figure of Crown Princess of Elusia, framed by the wings of her wyvern, filled Lindon with a mix of emotions—recognition, nostalgia, and a hint of hope.
"Princess Ivy, Princess Hortensia…" Lindon muttered to himself, his voice barely audible as he watched her approach. "Could both of them need something from an old man like me?"
Ivy flew before him, her wyvern's wings folding as she let her wyvern land on the ship floor. Her eyes met Lindon's, a look of recognition crossing her face. "Lindon… Is that you?" she asked, her voice calm yet tinged with curiosity. "You were the retainer of King Hyacinth's older brother, weren't you? I remember hearing that your lord left Elusia Castle some time ago."
A small smile spread across Lindon's face, a flicker of pride in his eyes. "You remember correctly, Princess Ivy," he replied, his voice warm with appreciation. "Unlike my liege, I chose to remain and serve Elusia for as long as I could."
Hortensia, observing her pegasus from atop, reined in her mount and spoke up. "Lindon, there's more to your story, isn't there?" she asked, her voice soft but probing. "You wouldn't be here, on this ship, if there wasn't."
Lindon turned to Hortensia, his expression shifting to one of deep respect. "Princess Hortensia," he said, bowing his head slightly. "It's an honor to see you again. And yes… there is more to my story. Much more, if you all are willing to listen."
As the battle raged on around them, Lindon closed his eyes for a moment, his thoughts drifting back to the events that had shaped his life. Memories of his service, his loyalty to Elusia, and the turmoil that had befallen his nation swirled in his mind. When he opened his eyes again, there was a resolve in his voice that hadn't been there before.
As Alear and Kiran's group gathered around, Lindon began to speak, his voice carrying the weight of years spent in service and reflection. "Elusia hasn't been the same since King Hyacinth's passing," he began, his tone somber. "Princess Ivy, Princess Hortensia... You both know of this too well."
Hortensia, sensing the gravity in Lindon's voice, leaned forward slightly, her brows knitting together in curiosity. "Yeah," she answered. "We know that first-hand, Lindon."
Lindon glanced briefly at Alear and Kiran, his expression softening as he addressed Ivy and Hortensia. "You both are Princesses of Elusia," he said, his tone taking on a gentle yet firm quality. "You carry the future of our nation with you. That's why… that's why I wish to join your side, along with the Divine One and the Summoner, if you'll have me."
Ivy and Hortensia exchanged a glance before turning their eyes toward Alear, seeking her guidance. Alear's expression was one of calm assurance as she nodded. "Lindon, you're welcome to join us," she said, her voice steady and warm. There was a sincerity in her words that reassured the old man.
Kiran, standing beside Alear, offered a nod of his own. "Both Alear and I will welcome you into our group with open arms," he added, his voice carrying the same warmth and resolve. "We need allies like you, who understand what's at stake."
A smile of relief and determination spread across Lindon's face. With a steady hand, he readied his Thoron tome, the familiar weight of it in his grip bringing him a sense of purpose. "Thank you, Divine One, Summoner… Princesses Ivy and Hortensia," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I will do my best to prove worthy of your trust in me."
Ivy stepped forward, her gaze steady as she looked at Lindon. "By joining forces with the Divine One and the Summoner," she began, her tone serious, "You will have to fight your fellow Elusians. Are you prepared for that?"
Lindon met Ivy's gaze, his expression firm yet understanding. "I may not be as feisty as I once was," he replied with a hint of wry humor in his voice, "but with my magic, I can still open these soldiers' eyes to the truth. I've served Elusia all my life, and now, I'll fight for what's left of it—what's right."
Hortensia's expression softened as she nodded, her voice carrying a note of resolve. "Then let's fight together, Lindon," she smiled. "For Elusia's future."
'Be on your guard!' Baldraz suddenly announced telepathically to Kiran, Alear, Ivy, and Hortensia. 'A regiment of Curse Directive forces is about to appear!'
Just as Lindon found his place within Alear and Kiran's group, the sky above darkened ominously, sending a ripple of unease through the assembled warriors. The air grew thick with tension as shadowy figures comprising of infantry, cavalry, armored knights, and flyers, began to materialize around them, their forms twisted and unnatural while bearing a familiar sigil in their armor, much to Kiran's displeasure.
The spawned soldiers wasted no time surrounding Alear and Kiran's group while slaughtering the remaining Elusian soldiers on the ship. As the new enemies disposed of the Elusian soldiers, Lindon's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the strange soldiers encircling them.
"Such cruelty..." Lindon asked, his voice laced with both curiosity, concern, and disdain. He turned to Ivy and Hortensia, hoping for answers. "Princess Ivy, Princess Hortensia... What are these enemies? I don't recognize them."
Ivy quickly went back to her wyvern and rode it, her eyes locking with Kiran's before she turned to Lindon. "These enemies are the Curse Directive," she began, her tone urgent. "They're Kiran Pathfinder's enemies from his home world, Zenith."
Lindon's eyes flickered with recognition as he absorbed this information. "So, the rumors circulating in Elusia were true," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "Kiran the Summoner is indeed from another world."
Hortensia, her grip tightening on her Arcane Charmer staff, scanned the darkened skies warily. "But what are the Curse Directive forces doing here?" she asked, her voice tense with concern.
Alear, her eyes sharp and focused, turned to Kiran. "Kiran?" she asked in a calm tone, yet charged with anticipation. "What do you think?"
Kiran readied his Breidablik, his expression resolute. "If the Curse Directive forces are suddenly appearing here," he replied, his voice steady, though his eyes continuously searched the sky. "It means their commander is nearby."
As if on cue, the sound of powerful wings cutting through the air reached their ears. A shadow descended swiftly, landing with a heavy thud on the deck of the ship. A woman astride a black pegasus emerged from the darkness, her form wreathed in an ominous aura. Her eyes gleamed with malicious intent as she dismounted with fluid grace.
"Well, well, how right you are, Summoner," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Angeyja, Shade's younger sister and the Shadow Healer of the Curse Directive, sent here by Ebony to kill you."
The moment Angeyja announced her intentions, the group sprang into action. Alear, Ivy, Hortensia, Kagetsu, Zelkov, Goldmary, and Rosado immediately moved to form a protective circle around Kiran, their weapons drawn and eyes locked onto the new threat.
"Wait, you're Shade's younger sister?" Kiran replied as he looked at Angeyja's features carefully. "Ah, now I can see the resemblance, but still, do you think I'll let you do that?"
As Kiran replied to Angeyja, Alear's voice cut through the tense air, her tone firm. "We won't let you harm Kiran," she declared, her sword gleaming as she positioned herself at the forefront.
Ivy, her wyvern snarling in response to the dark energy surrounding Angeyja, tightened her grip on her spear. "If you want to get to Kiran, you'll have to go through us first," she said, her voice steely and determined.
"As it stands, Kiran Pathfinder is an *ally* of Elusia through Princess Ivy and Princess Hortensia," Zelkov coldly declared as he readied his Silver Daggers. "Harm him, and you *shall* pay the price."
"I agree with Zelkov!" Kagetsu boisterously exclaimed. "As Princess Ivy's retainer and a Hero summoned by Kiran, I am more than willing to protect them both!"
Hortensia, her pegasus shifting restlessly beneath her, added with a fierce glare. "Us Elusians owe not only to the Divine One but also to the Summoner, to Kiran Pathfinder!" she exclaimed. "We won't let you or anyone else from the Curse Directive lay a hand on him!"
Angeyja's lips curled into a sinister smile, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Aw, Princess Hortensia, such loyalty coming from a brat like you," she sneered at Hortensia, her voice carrying a chilling promise as the battle lines were drawn. "But, is it genuine loyalty, or is it bluster instead?"
"Why you..." Hortensia grumbled as she glared at Angeyja. "You take that back!"
Sensing Hortensia's distress, Goldmary and Rosado immediately rushed towards her side, their weapons ready to defend Hortensia against Angeyja and her Curse Directive forces.
"You insulted Hortensia here and threatened Kiran," Goldmary declared as she readied her Steel Blade. "If your goal is to make me angry, you are off to a very good start."
"You made Hortensia pout and insulted Kiran!" Rosado said to Angeyja as he readied his Axe of Adoration. "Our cute and adorable forces will take you and your army head-on!"
As Goldmary and Rosado declared their intentions, Kiran, surrounded by his allies, kept his gaze locked on Angeyja.
"Is that what you people from the Curse Directive like to say?" Kiran said, his voice low and filled with resolve. "Ever since Ebony took over, you people have tried their hardest to kill me. Angeyja, you're more than welcome to try, but we'll see if you can even do it."
"I agree with Kiran," Alear declared as she pointed her Libération sword at Angeyja. "Many of us here were already summoned by him, and we're ready to defend Kiran along with Elyos and Zenith from the likes of you!"
And so, the battle in the roaring seas of Elyos took a dark turn as the Curse Directive forces under Angeyja's command appeared to oppose Alear and Kiran's group. The air grew so tense that the tension could metaphorically be cut with a knife as the showdown between the two factions was about to begin.
On the port side of the Firene ship, Male Alear, Veyle, Mauvier, Diamant, Alcryst, and their retainers fought and blasted away the remaining Elusian soldiers that boarded the Firene ship. As the last Elusian soldier tumbled overboard, Male Alear sighed a sigh of relief, wiping sweat from his brow.
"That's the last of them," Male Alear muttered, his grip loosening on the hilt of his Libération sword. He scanned the now relatively peaceful deck of the Firene ship, feeling the tension in his muscles slowly ease.
But the calm was fleeting. Veyle's eyes widened, her gaze darting toward the sky. "Wait…" she whispered, her voice trembling with sudden alarm. She pointed upwards, where dark, ominous clouds swirled unnaturally above them. "I can sense more enemies approaching."
Before anyone could react, the air around them seemed to shimmer with an eerie, dark energy. Out of nowhere, multiple soldiers, clad in cursed armor and radiating a malevolent aura, materialized on the deck of the ship. Consisting of infantry, cavalry, armored knights, and fliers, their eyes glowed with unnatural light, their weapons ready.
"Oh my," Citrinne gasped. "The turn of events..."
"Prince Alcryst," Lapis said as she readied her Defier's Sword+. "Citrinne and I defend you from the Curse Directive soldiers."
"T-thanks," Alcryst shuffled. "I don't like where this is going..."
At the same time, Mauvier gripped his Penitent Lance tightly, his brow furrowing. He studied the newly arrived foes for a moment before speaking.
"I had seen these enemies before I became a Hero under Kiran and formally switched sides," Mauvier wondered, his deep voice filled with grim realization. "But I never once thought to ask… What are these foes and why are they after the Summoner?"
Diamant, always alert, turned to Mauvier, his Fair-Fight Blade at the ready. "They're known as the Curse Directive," he explained quickly, eyes fixed on the advancing soldiers. "Enemies from Kiran's homeworld — Zenith. They're different from the Corrupted that we've faced in Elyos."
Alcryst, standing just behind Diamant, shifted uncomfortably as he nocked an arrow into his Arcane Darkbow. His hands trembled slightly, but he forced himself to steady his aim. "I don't know the specifics," he admitted, his voice quieter, "But… from what I've heard, t-the leader of the Curse Directive has some sort of vendetta against Kiran. That's why they keep coming after him."
Male Alear, ever the calm in the storm, nodded as he lifted his Libération sword, its blade gleaming even in the fading light. "Then we need to defend this ship. We can't let them overwhelm us," he declared as he glanced at one of the Elusian ships, where his female counterpart and Kiran were. "If the Curse Directive is here, my female self and Kiran are also fighting them."
Veyle, her own small hands wrapped tightly around her Obscurité tome, gave a determined nod. "Have faith," she assured Male Alear. "Most of us here have been summoned as Heroes by Kiran. I'm sure he'll be safe, especially with Female Alear with him."
Mauvier squared his shoulders, his stance unwavering. "I agree with Lady Veyle," he surmised as he heard footsteps nearby. "And we are about to receive help shortly."
The moment Mauvier spoke those words, the group heard footsteps and saw that Alfred, Celine, Boucheron, Etie, Louis, and Chloe had joined them in defending the Firene ship from the Curse Directive forces.
The newly spawned Curse Directive forces immediately lunged at Alfred and Celine's group, but they were swiftly taken down by them.
"Wither and fall!" Alfred declared as he skewered a Curse Directive Armored Knight with his Arcane Qiang.
"Isn't this your lucky day?" Celine said as she blasted away a Curse Directive mage using her Joyous Tome.
Alfred and Celine's retainers managed to rout the remaining Curse Directive enemies. Upon doing so, Male Alear approached the Firene siblings.
"Alfred! Celine!" Male Alear exclaimed. "I'm glad you're all here!"
"You're welcome, Divine One," Alfred smiled as he steadied his horse. "When these Curse Directive enemies appeared, me, Celine, and our retainers came running here as fast as we could."
"And just in time, I'm afraid," Diamant huffed. "The Curse Directive showed up the moment we routed the last Elusian soldiers on this ship."
"True," Celine concurred as her gaze was on the Elusian ship that Alear and Kiran were on. "If the Curse Directive is here, Kiran is in danger…"
Then, the atmosphere around them darkened as more Curse Directive soldiers began manifesting around them.
"I-I have a bad feeling about this!" Alcryst stuttered. "M-more Curse Directive enemies incoming!"
Everyone in the group grimaced as another regiment of Curse Directive soldiers fully manifested. The enemy composition was formidable, from infantry to cavalry to armored knights to fliers.
As the Curse Directive soldiers charged forward, their cursed weapons slicing through the air with malevolent intent, Male Alear's voice rang out across the deck.
"We stand together," Male Alear declared "Hold the line!"
Everyone responded with a resounding cry, their weapons raised in defiance of the approaching threat. As the battle resumed, the clash of steel and magic once again filled the air as they fought to protect the Firene ship from the relentless onslaught of the Curse Directive forces.
At the same time, on another part of the Firene ship, Fjorm, and Seiðr moved swiftly, cutting down Elusian soldiers with precision and determination. Their movements were graceful yet powerful—Fjorm's Leiptr lance striking with deadly accuracy while Seiðr conjured magic to fend off enemies with ease. The clash of steel and magic filled the air, the ship trembling with the intensity of the fight.
Seiðr, her eyes sharp and filled with a strange sense of foreboding, glanced up at the sky. The darkness seemed unnatural, heavy with a malevolent presence. "Something is wrong," she murmured, her voice low but filled with concern. "I can sense malevolent powers from those clouds."
Before Fjorm could ask what she meant, they both noticed the sudden appearance of multiple Curse Directive soldiers materializing around them. Fjorm, reacting instinctively, struck down a mage in their ranks with a swift thrust of her lance. The soldier fell, dissipating into the cursed miasma that surrounded them.
"The Curse Directive..." Fjorm said, her eyes narrowing. She spun her weapon to deflect an incoming attack from a Dark Flier. "Kiran's in danger if they're here."
Seiðr's gaze was drawn to the starboard side, where an Elusian ship loomed near. She peered intently, her magical senses sharpening as she focused on the figures aboard. "Fjorm, look!" she called out. "I see Kiran, Alear, and their allies—they're surrounded by the Curse Directive forces!"
Fjorm grimaced, gripping her Leiptr lance tighter. Her blue eyes glinted with worry and resolve. "We need to get to Kiran," she said firmly as four Curse Directive soldiers manifested in front of them. "But with these soldiers in the way…"
Suddenly, footsteps echoed across the deck, drawing their attention. Fjorm and Seiðr turned to see a group approaching them—Timerra, Fogado, and their retainers Pandreo, Bunet, Merrin, and Panette charged at the Curse Directive soldiers head-on.
"I will strike you down!" Merrin declared as she slashed a Curse Directive Axe Calvary.
"I'll beat you into a pulp!" Panette exclaimed as she struck down a Lance-wielding Curse Directive soldier.
"Aroo!" Pandreo howled as he took down a Curse Directive cleric with his Elwind tome.
"Dinner is served!" Bunet affirmed as he swung his Iron Greataxe at a Curse Directive Armored Knight.
As Timerra and Fogado's retainers swiftly took down the Curse Directive soldiers, Fjorm raised an eyebrow, her grip on her weapon loosening slightly as she and Seiðr exchanged a glance of uncertainty.
"Timerra? Fogado?" Fjorm asked, her voice holding a hint of confusion. She hadn't expected them to arrive so suddenly amidst the chaos. "Why are you all here?"
Timerra, her smile bright despite the grim situation, raised her spear and laughed lightly. "We saw the commotion from the other side of the ship," she answered. "It looked like you could use some backup, so here we are!"
Fogado stepped forward, his bow ready in his hand. "Besides, we couldn't just let you have all the fun," he winked. "It looks like things are heating up more than usual since these Curse Directive goons decided to crash the party."
Pandreo, always the lively one, raised his staff in a flourish. "We're all in this together, aroo!" he howled. "The Summoner is our friend and a staunch ally of the Divine One! He needs our help!"
Merrin, already mounted on her wolf and prepared for battle, gave a nod. "My princess, we'll help clear a path to Kiran," she said to Timerra. "He won't stand alone."
Panette, her fierce gaze sweeping over the enemies ahead, tightened her grip on her weapon. "Boss, let's make haste," she growled, eager for the fight. "The sooner we can go that ship and help the Divine One and the Summoner out, the better!"
Fjorm and Seiðr's uncertainty melted away as they realized Timerra and her group were there to support them, not just out of duty but out of loyalty to Kiran and the greater cause. Fjorm nodded, her expression softening.
"Thank you," Fjorm said sincerely. "We need to get to the others quickly."
Seiðr glanced once more at the darkened skies, her magic crackling around her fingertips. "Then let us not waste any more time."
Together, they all readied their weapons, a united front prepared to push through the Curse Directive forces and reach Kiran and the others, determined to fight side by side until the very end.
As Angeyja's black pegasus landed gracefully on the deck, the dark miasma surrounding her cursed body swirled ominously. She gazed down at Kiran with a twisted smirk. "I'll have a field day when I rout your forces, Summoner," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. The black aura pulsed around her, and behind her, more Curse Directive soldiers materialized, their eyes glowing with malevolent intent.
Kiran, however, remained calm, his hand steady as he gripped Breidablik. He met Angeyja's gaze without flinching, shaking his head slightly. "I wouldn't count on that," he said, his voice firm but even, a quiet confidence emanating from him.
'Kiran, have Ivy and Hortensia escort Lindon to the Firene ship,' Baldraz spoke within the Breidablik. 'Fjorm, Seiðr, Timerra, Fogado, and their retainers are coming to your location.'
As he listened to what Baldraz had to say, a plan formed in Kiran's mind. Then, Kiran's attention shifted to Lindon, who stood guard by Ivy, Hortensia, and their retainers. Kiran's gaze softened slightly as he called out to them.
"Ivy, Hortensia," Kiran said to the Elusian princesses. "Your group needs to escort Lindon off the Elusian ship and back to the Firene ship. We can't lose him now that he's joined our side."
Ivy hesitated, her brow furrowing as her violet eyes flicked between Kiran and Alear. She could see the fierce determination in both of their faces, but doubt gnawed at her. "Don't tell me you're planning to stay here and face her alone," she said, her voice laced with concern. Her wyvern shifted restlessly beneath her, sensing its rider's unease.
Alear gave Ivy a reassuring smile, calm and composed despite the rising tension. "I trust Kiran's judgment," she replied, her tone gentle but resolute. "And we can't risk losing Lindon after he's just switched sides. We'll be fine."
"Yeah," Hortensia said as she let out a smile. "After we escort Lindon back to our ship, we can return here to help out."
"Ha... You both have a point," Ivy let out a sigh before nodding at Alear and Kiran. "We'll escort Lindon, but Hortensia and I will come back here to aid you two."
"Divine One! Summoner!" Kagetsu declared. "Make sure you two must survive! We will return here to aid you two once we escort Lindon to the Firene ship!"
"And make sure you look adorable while you do your stuff," Rosado said as he winked at Kiran. "We'll be back soon!"
Lindon, standing between the two Elusian princesses, gave a nod of gratitude. "I'm thankful for your protection, Princess Ivy, Princess Hortensia," he said, his voice sincere. "I'll leave the fight to you two, Divine One and Summoner."
Angeyja's eyes narrowed as she watched Ivy, Hortensia, and their retainers prepare to depart with Lindon. She scoffed, her lips curling into a sneer. "How touching," she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain. "But such altruism won't save you, Summoner. Nor will it spare you from the wrath of the Curse Directive."
Kiran turned his attention back to Angeyja, his expression unfazed by her taunts. "You can think of my actions however you like," he said sarcastically, leveling Breidablik at her. "But I know what your goal is — to kill me, no matter what. And besides, I'm an irresistible target to you, don't you agree?"
The air crackled with tension as Angeyja's glare deepened, her eyes burning with fury. "Oh, you're right about that," she hissed, her voice sharp as a blade. With a wave of her hand, she commanded her forces. "Attack! Kill the Summoner and the Divine One!"
As the Curse Directive soldiers lunged forward, Alear and Kiran stood their ground. Alear's sword gleamed in the dim light, while Kiran raised Breidablik, its magic crackling with energy. The battle was about to begin, and they both knew that this fight would be fierce. But they also knew they couldn't afford to falter.
Behind them, Ivy, Hortensia, and their retainers swiftly moved to escort Lindon to safety, their hearts heavy with the knowledge of the battle their allies were about to face.
As the Curse Directive forces closed in on Alear and Kiran, a soft yet determined voice echoed in Alear's mind. It was Emblem Lucina, her voice clear and resolute.
"Alear," Emblem Lucina urged through the Ring of the Princess Exalt. "Now is the time to engage with me. Together, we can defend Kiran."
Alear's lips curled into a smile. She could feel Lucina's strength flowing through her, a warm, empowering presence. "I couldn't agree more, Emblem Lucina," she replied. "Kiran needs our help."
Her Ring of the Princess Exalt began to glow with radiant light, casting a brilliant aura around her. With a confident voice, Alear raised her sword high and declared, "Emblem Engage!"
In a flash of light, Alear transformed, her Engage form shimmering with ethereal power. Her movements became a blur as she lunged at the incoming Curse Directive soldiers, cutting through them with precision and speed. Each strike was guided by Lucina's strength, her blade dancing through the air with graceful ferocity.
From her position atop the black pegasus, Angeyja's eyes widened slightly as she watched Alear in her Engage form. She had never witnessed anything like it before. Her voice, usually filled with cold confidence, wavered as she muttered to herself. "So… this is the power of an Emblem Ring. I've never seen anything like it."
But her moment of wonder was cut short when several stray bolts of magic streaked past her, narrowly missing her. Angeyja snapped her head around, her expression hardening as she saw Kiran standing firm, his Breidablik raised, glowing with power as he fired volley after volley in her direction.
Anger flared in Angeyja's eyes, her grip tightening around her Eistla Staff. The staff began to glow red-hot, its power building with an ominous heat. "You dare attack me?" she spat, her voice filled with fury. "I'll douse you in flames for that, Summoner!"
As Alear continued to fend off the soldiers, Angeyja pointed her staff toward Kiran, summoning a barrage of fireballs. The flames roared through the air, hurtling toward Kiran with deadly intent. With swift reflexes, Kiran dodged the incoming fireballs, each one narrowly missing him. But as the fireballs exploded against the Elusian ship, they ignited parts of the already battered vessel, setting it ablaze.
Now, surrounded by rising flames and thick smoke, Kiran stood at the heart of the inferno. His face remained calm, focused as if the flames were nothing more than a mild inconvenience. He locked eyes with Angeyja, his Breidablik at the ready, his resolve unshaken.
Angeyja's frustration mounted as she saw his unwavering stance, the flames swirling around him in a chaotic dance. She had expected panic, fear—anything—but the Summoner showed none of it. Instead, he simply stood there, waiting, as though daring her to strike again.
Sensing that Kiran was in peril, Alear slashed through the remaining Curse Directive soldiers, her eyes darting toward the flames engulfing the deck. Her heart sank at the sight of Kiran standing amidst the raging fire. Grimacing, she called out to him, her voice tinged with urgency.
"Kiran!" Alear exclaimed. "Are you alright?"
Through the crackling of the flames, Kiran's voice remained calm, as if the inferno didn't faze him. "I'll be fine, Alear," he replied with a reassuring smile, holding his Breidablik steady. "And thank you for rushing to save me."
Angeyja's expression twisted in rage as she watched him, her eyes burning with fury. "Even now, surrounded by my flames, you and the so-called Divine One still defy the will of the Curse Directive?" she hissed, her voice dripping with malice. "No wonder Ebony considers you both nuisances!"
Kiran met her glare with an unwavering calm, his smile steady. "Huh, please. No wonder you and Shade are siblings," he scoffed. "Because your group's overarching goal is to kill me, I make it a habit to defy Curse Directive agents like you."
Angeyja's patience snapped. She gritted her teeth, her hands tightening around her Eistla Staff. "You accursed Summoner!" she spat, her voice rising in anger. With a wave of her staff, she conjured a massive fireball, its heat radiating off the deck as she hurled it toward him. "Feel the Curse Directive's fire!"
The fireball roared through the air, a deadly mass of flames hurtling straight for Kiran. As the fireball seared through the air, Alear stood guard to protect Kiran while Kiran let out a smirk.
"Sorry, Angeyja," Kiran said as his Breidablik glowed white. "Me and my Heroes are about to defy you..."
But before it could reach him, a shimmering barrier of ice appeared, nullifying the attack. The fireball shattered harmlessly against the frosty shield, sending sparks of steam into the air. The shockwave also blew away the flames that were engulfing that part of the ship beforehand.
Fjorm and Seiðr landed beside Kiran, their weapons drawn. Fjorm's Leiptr lance glinted in the firelight as she lowered her Ice Mirror II, the protective barrier still shimmering around them. She looked at Kiran, her expression stern yet relieved.
"Kiran!" Fjorm said, her voice steady but carrying a note of concern. "We ran to you as fast as we could."
Seiðr nodded as she stood beside Fjorm with her weapon at the ready. "When we saw you surrounded by flames," she added, her eyes scanning the area for more enemies. "We rushed here to help."
Alear quickly approached, having fought her way through the remaining Curse Directive soldiers. She let out a breath of relief as she joined them. "Thank you, Fjorm, Seiðr..." she said, her tone sincere. "You saved Kiran."
Fjorm shook her head, a small smile forming on her lips. "We're all Heroes under Kiran's command. We must protect him, no matter what."
Seiðr gave a firm nod in agreement. "Kiran, you are going to need our help in this battle," she said, casting a wary glance at Angeyja, who glared at the group from her black pegasus. "We shall face Angeyja together."
Angeyja threw her head back and laughed, her black pegasus stamping its hooves impatiently on the deck. "So, Kiran," she sneered, her voice dripping with condescension. "Only two people came to save you? That's hardly enough against me and my Curse Directive army." Her eyes gleamed with malicious delight as she raised her staff, its tip glowing a deep, ominous red.
Before Kiran could respond, the skies overhead darkened further, and an eerie screech echoed above them. Alear's gaze shot upward as dark, bat-winged shapes appeared in the sky. Female humanoid figures, each wearing a cap shaped like bat wings, descended in formation. Their crimson eyes gleamed in the shadows, and their leathery wings flapped rhythmically as they hovered above the battlefield.
"What… are those?" Alear asked, her voice tense with concern, her sword ready as she glanced at Kiran.
Kiran narrowed his eyes as he identified the enemy. "They're Bats," he explained grimly. "Elite Beast Fliers from the Emblian Empire. From their miasma, I think these Bats have been raised from the dead, like with the Emblian manaketes."
Angeyja's smirk widened. "You're sharp, Summoner," she said, her tone mocking. "Yes, these Bats are fast, deadly, and completely loyal to us now. They'll crush you and your pathetic forces before you even have a chance to blink."
As if on cue, the Bats transformed into their bestial forms as they shrieked and dove toward them, their wings slicing through the air as they descended. Alear raised her blade, ready to defend, when suddenly—an arrow whizzed through the air, striking one of the Bats mid-flight. The creature let out a high-pitched scream before crashing to the deck in a heap.
Kiran and Alear turned in the direction of the arrow, only to see Fogado and Timerra standing tall on the Elusian ship, backed by Bunet, Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin. Fogado grinned, lowering his bow as he twirled another arrow between his fingers. "Well, look who's in trouble," he said with a teasing lilt. "Divine One, Summoner—looks like we're fashionably late, but never too late to join the party."
Timerra twirled her Killer Lance with a broad smile, the weapon catching the dying light of the sky. "We're here now, and we've got your backs," she called, her voice full of energy. "Let's finish this, together."
Before anyone could respond, more Bat Fliers spawned from the skies, their screeches filling the air as they surrounded Fogado, Timerra, and their group. Angeyja's eyes flashed with disdain as she pointed her staff at them. "Gods damn it! You annoyances from Solm..." she spat. "You've just signed your death warrants by coming here to help the Summoner. My army will make mincemeat from you all in one fell swoop!"
Timerra's eyes sparkled with excitement as she stepped forward, her lance gleaming. "Meat puns aside, we'll see about that!" she declared boldly. "I hope you're ready because we're about to show you what Solm's strength looks like!"
Fogado smirked, notching another arrow and aiming it at the nearest Bat. "You've picked a bad time messing with Solm's Sentinels!" he declared. "Allow us to give you and your forces a warm welcome!"
With the Bats diving toward them and the tension rising on all sides, Alear, Kiran, and their allies prepared to face this new, overwhelming threat. They all stood firm, their resolve unshaken as they fought not just for their survival, but for each other.
As Timerra and Fogado boldly declared their defiance, Angeyja's eyes flared with rage. Her focus was entirely on them, ordering her Bats to strike with deadly precision. Kiran, however, noticed something else—a soft glow emanating from the Breidablik at his side. He glanced down, and the light grew stronger, pulsing with energy.
Before Kiran could fully comprehend, a voice echoed in his mind, one he had come to know well. Baldraz, the spirit within the Breidablik, spoke in a calm but commanding tone. 'Kiran, Alear, Fjorm, Seiðr… it is time,' he telepathically said. 'Timerra and Fogado have shown their potential. They are ready to be summoned as Heroes.'
Alear, who overheard Baldraz, darted a quick look at Kiran. "But... if we do this now, Angeyja will notice," she cautioned, gripping her sword tighter. "She'll send more enemies our way, and we're already outnumbered."
Fjorm, standing tall beside Alear, smiled with fierce determination as she twirled her Leiptr lance. "Alear, there's no victory without risk," she said. "In situations like this, we'll just need to adapt our tactics as we go."
Seiðr, her eyes glowing faintly, nodded in agreement. "I can use my Future-Focused ability to distort Angeyja's perception of time," she offered, her voice calm yet resolute. "It won't last long, but it should give Kiran the window he needs."
Kiran's eyes flickered between his allies, feeling the weight of the moment. With a firm nod, he loaded two Golden Summon Orbs into the Breidablik. "This has to count. We only have one chance," he hollered. "Let's go!"
With everything set, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr exchanged glances before dashing forward. They sprinted toward Timerra and Fogado's group, cutting through the mass of Curse Directive soldiers that swarmed the battlefield.
As Angeyja's sharp eyes caught sight of Kiran, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr sprinting toward Timerra and Fogado's group, her lips curled into a sneer. "Trying to regroup with your Solm allies?" she muttered, gripping her Eistla Staff. "I won't let you!"
With a quick gesture, she conjured a searing fireball, aiming it directly at Kiran, her intent to stop whatever plan was unfolding. But before the flames could fly, Seiðr's form began to shimmer, her body glowing with hues of teal and gold as her Future-Focused ability activated. Angeyja's world warped, her perception of time slowing, and space twisting, as her attack fizzled in midair. Confusion clouded her expression, and several of her Bats plummeted from the sky, cut down by the swift strikes of Alear, Merrin, and Panette.
Seiðr, calm and composed, watched Angeyja's moment of bewilderment as her Future-Focused distorted Angeyja. "I hope this is enough," she muttered. "Quickly go to Timerra and Fogado."
As Kiran approached her and Fogado, Timerra's sharp gaze locked onto Kiran. She saw the glowing aura around his Breidablik, its light radiating with the power of summoning. "Ciao, Kiran!" she called out, her voice filled with anticipation. "It's time, isn't it?"
Kiran nodded as he and the others neared Timerra and Fogado. "Yes, it is," he confirmed, his hand gripping the Breidablik firmly. "Timerra and Fogado, it's time for you both to become Heroes."
Fogado grinned, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Well, let's not waste time then," he said, turning to his retainers. "Although, we'll need a distraction for Kiran to do his thing."
As more Curse Directive enemies spawned near the group, Merrin, perched on her wolf mount, was already prepared, her blade gleaming in the faint light of the distorted sky. "Leave it to us, my princess!" she shouted to Timerra. "Panette and I will hold off the enemies. We won't let them near."
Panette, with a fierce grin, brandished her Silver Axe with wild, determined energy. "Don't worry, boss!" she hollered. "We'll make 'em regret ever crossing paths with us!"
On the other side, Pandreo and Bunet exchanged a nod with Fogado. Pandreo, always one to find humor even in dire situations, gave a quick thumbs-up. "Ar-roo! We've got this side covered, Fogado," he smirked. "Curse Directive forces? We'll keep 'em dancing."
Bunet silently readied his blade, eyes focused as he stood by Fogado's side. "I promise I'll cook a stupendous dish for this battle," he declared. "And these foes will be our customers!"
Alear, her Libération sword shimmering with Emblem Lucina's power, stepped forward beside Merrin and Panette. "I'll help out too," she said, glancing over her shoulder at Kiran. "Kiran, focus on the summoning. We'll take on Angeyja and her forces."
"I will help as well," Fjorm declared as she twirled her Leiptr. "Do what needs to be done, Kiran."
"The summoning process is delicate," Seiðr said to Kiran as she reared up her goat mount. "I will also offer my assistance by fighting Angeyja."
Kiran gave Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr a grateful smile before turning to Timerra and Fogado. His Breidablik glowed brighter now, pulsing with an intensity that made the air hum around them.
"Thank you, everyone…" Kiran muttered, his voice quiet yet filled with conviction.
As the group began fighting off the Curse Directive reinforcements, Kiran looked at Timerra and Fogado, his eyes meeting theirs with a deep sense of trust. "Alright," he said to the Solm siblings. "Timerra, Fogado... It's time you two to be summoned as Heroes."
Timerra laughed, her Killer Lance twirling effortlessly in her hand. "Ha! I've been waiting for this moment!" she exclaimed. "Let's make it count."
Fogado, ever the sharpshooter, notched an arrow in his bow and smirked at Kiran. "So, what are you waiting for, Summoner?" he smiled. "We're ready."
Then, Timerra's Ring of the Radiant Hero began to glow in a bright blue color. And then, Emblem Ike manifested in front of the three.
"Whaaa..." Timerra exclaimed. "E-Emblem Ike?!"
"Timerra, you and Fogado are about to be summoned by Kiran. I want to see this for myself," Emblem Ike explained to Timerra. Then, he turned his attention towards Kiran. "Show me how you summon these two as Heroes, Kiran."
While the retainers, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr fight off the encroaching Curse Directive forces, Kiran raised the Breidablik and fired two glowing Golden Summoning Orbs at Timerra and Fogado, and the air around them shifted. The orbs surged through the air, colliding with the bodies of the prince and princess of Solm. Kiran began to chant, his voice steady and powerful.
"Gathering stars to call upon the Siblings of Solm, the Queendom of Freedom!" Kiran chanted as his Breidablik glowed white. "Become the path its light shines upon!"
Emblem Ike watched with intrigue as the winds shifted, and a miniature sandstorm began to swirl around Timerra and Fogado as if the very desert of Solm had been conjured here on the battlefield. The grains of sand danced around them, forming a protective barrier as Kiran's voice grew louder.
"Hero Summon!" Kiran bellowed. "Swirl up a bright, bold sandstorm, Timerra, the Desert Warrior, and Fogado, the Affable Prince!"
With those final words, the summoning was complete. Timerra and Fogado's bodies glowed in a soft, white light as the siblings opened their eyes as the sandstorm continued whirling around them.
"I'm Timerra, crown princess of Solm. I'll sing a song to celebrate my summoning as a Hero!" Timerra declared. "Lalala! I'm glad I'm now a Hero under you, Kiran!"
"I'm Fogado, a Sentinel of Solm, and the first prince too, but don't worry about that part," Fogado said as he smiled at Kiran. "I'm glad to be summoned under you as a Hero!"
As Kiran looked at the two newly summoned Heroes, he noticed that the glow on Timerra was brighter than Fogado as both their Killer Lance and Killer Bow began to transform. Then, Baldraz spoke through the Breidablik, as if to answer his thoughts.
'Kiran,' Baldraz spoke privately through the Breidablik. 'While Fogado is summoned as a standard Hero, Timerra is summoned as an Attuned Hero, much like Ivy. Timerra's Echo Skill is Time Pulse Echo, which allows her to use her special skill faster than normal. And that is not all; their weapons are changing drastically to fit with their newfound power.'
As Kiran listened to Baldraz's explanation, the sandstorm subsided as Timerra and Fogado's weapons finished changing to fit their new state as summoned Heroes. Timerra's Killer Lance had transformed into a magnificent four-pointed spear, its shaft adorned with desert feathers that fluttered in the air. Fogado's Killer Bow was now a sleek, deadly instrument, the metal frame sharp and lined with edges designed for precision and power.
Timerra twirled her new weapon, feeling its weight, her smile wide with excitement. "This... this is what it feels like to be summoned as a Hero!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "Emblem Ike, it's amazing!"
"Yeah, I can sense new strength in you, Timerra," Emblem Ike huffed as he crossed his arms. "I can tell it's different from how an Emblem like me engages to make someone stronger."
Fogado examined his transformed bow, running his fingers over its sleek, dangerous frame. He smirked, clearly impressed. "Couldn't agree more," he said, notching an arrow. "Even our weapons got an upgrade. Looks like we're in for quite the fight."
Kiran noticed that the Breidablik was still glowing. He raised the divine relic to scan Timerra and Fogado's new weapons, and he heard Baldraz explaining what the new weapons were.
'Their new weapons… The Desert Spear allows Timerra to counterattack regardless of range and that spear prevents foes from charging at allies,' Baldraz explained to Kiran. 'Fogado's Sentinel Bow prevents the foe from activating their special skills if Fogado attacks or if that foe is a ranged unit. Furthermore, arrows fired from it can break through parries and blocks.'
While watching them closely, Kiran used Breidablik to scan their weapons, analyzing the changes with a practiced eye. "Timerra, your new weapon is called the Desert Spear. And Fogado, your bow is the Sentinel's Bow," he began. "They're formidable weapons that are suited to your fighting styles."
Timerra hefted the Desert Spear with pride, giving it a quick spin before settling it into a ready stance. "Desert Spear, huh? Sounds perfect for a Desert Warrior like me," she said with a satisfied grin. "I can feel the power in it — this spear was made for me!"
Fogado, still examining the edges of the Sentinel's Bow, gave a thoughtful nod. "Fitting, since I am the leader of the Sentinels back home," he muttered as he pulled back the bowstring, feeling the tension and precision, before nodding in approval. "Looks like this Sentinel Bow knows exactly who I am."
"I couldn't agree more," Emblem Ike nodded at Timerra and Fogado. "Now that you two are Heroes, it's time to use that newfound strength."
As Emblem Ike returned to Timerra's Ring of the Radiant Hero, Kiran smiled, relieved that the summoning had been successful. "You're both stronger now, and Emblem Ike's right," he admitted. "We'll need that strength since Angeyja won't give up easily."
Before they could say more, the ground shook as the remaining Curse Directive forces began to close in again, and their numbers increased as more of them spawned near their commander. Angeyja, still snarling from the distance, had recovered from Seiðr's distortion and glared at the newly empowered group with murderous intent.
"You accursed Summoner!" Angeyja growled as her cursed body emitted miasma. "Your gruesome death is the price for that little stunt!"
With Angeyja's declaration, several Curse Directive soldiers charged at Kiran. In response, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr charged forward, clashing their weapons against the newly spawned reinforcements that Angeyja had brought.
"As if we'll let you!" Alear exclaimed as she slashed a Bat with her Libération. "We'll protect Kiran with everything we have!"
"You will not lay a hand on Kiran!" Fjorm vowed as she used her Ice Mirror II to counterattack a Mage Infantry. "I want to repay my debt to him. And I promise that I will!"
"On this," Seiðr declared as she blasted away a Curse Directive Mage Cavalry. "We shall swear you will not succeed today!"
As Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr fend off Angeyja's newly spawned Curse Directive reinforcements, Kiran turned his attention towards Timerra and Fogado, who gripped their new weapons tightly in anticipation.
"Ready to show them what the Desert Warrior and the Affable Prince can do?" Kiran asked, positioning himself for the next wave.
Timerra and Fogado exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with excitement and determination.
"Always," Timerra replied with a wink, her Desert Spear aimed at the approaching enemies. "Let's show 'em how Emblems and Heroes work together!"
Fogado grinned, pulling back his bowstring. "Let's give them a reason to fear Solm's finest," he declared. "Time to party!"
And with that, Timerra and Fogado, now Heroes under contract to Kiran, joined the fray. The battle raged on, but now with the might of two newly summoned Heroes ready to turn the tide.
Meanwhile, in the Curse Directive encampment, Ebony sat beside her table inside her tent as she modified the knock-off Breidablik based on Eitri's blueprints. The Shadow Director smirked as she twirled the knock-off relic in her right hand.
"Now," Ebony muttered as she tinkered with the knock-off Breidablik. "If I can insert a black jewel as a power source…"
As she inserted a small black jewel at the slot of the knock-off Breidablik, the relic began to emit black miasma. Then, the knock-off relic ejected the black jewel, much to Ebony's frustration.
"I was so close!" Ebony exclaimed in frustration. "What did I do wrong?!"
Then, Ebony clutched her head as she experienced a series of images and voices that she could not recognize, but to her, they were familiar nonetheless.
"Run, K̵̡̤͕̻͉̻̻͋̑͛̉̅͐̓i̴̧̔͒͆r̷͖͖̘̋͒̒̀̕͜ă̷̗̣̙̹̞̬̠̆̉́̚n̸͔͆̾̉̀̄̾̓!"
"Save… yourself…"
"No… No! No!"
Before Ebony could contemplate, Shade, her subordinate, entered her tent. As Ebony gazed at Shade's face, it was obvious to her that he was concerned about her well-being, despite being covered by his stoic exterior.
"Shadow Director," Shade said as he entered the tent. "I heard you shouting. Is everything alright?"
"I'm… fine," Ebony sighed as she placed the knock-off Breidablik on the table. "I was just modifying the knock-off Breidablik that I've built. Anyway, did your sister use the black jewel?"
"Yes, Shadow Director," Shade answered as he nodded at Ebony. "Angeyja used the black jewel you gave her, and her unconscious body is in her tent."
"Good," Ebony replied as she let out a smile. "At least Angeyja can produce some results for us as she fights Kiran in Elyos."
As Shade left her tent, Ebony stared at the knock-off Breidablik lying on her table. Then, Ebony clutched her head with her right hand as she heard those fleeting voices in her head again.
"K̵̡̤͕̻͉̻̻͋̑͛̉̅͐̓i̴̧̔͒͆r̷͖͖̘̋͒̒̀̕͜ă̷̗̣̙̹̞̬̠̆̉́̚n̸͔͆̾̉̀̄̾̓!... Don't confront her! Stay away from her!"
"I must admit, you resisted death for so long... Giving you a gruesome death is but a mercy. Instead, you deserved a fate worse than death for being a thorn in my side..."
"These voices..." Ebony muttered as she huffed in pain as the migraines went away. "They seem so familiar, yet I cannot recognize them..."
Back at the Firene ship, everyone that remained in that ship fought off wave upon wave of Curse Directive enemies that spawned. Weapons clashed, magic bolts spewed around, and arrows flew in the air as Curse Directive soldiers fell by the droves and more enemies replaced the fallen.
"I'm relentless!" Alfred declared as he skewered a Curse Directive Calvary using his Arcane Qiang.
"I will do what I must!" Celine lashed at a Curse Directive Dark Flier using her Joyous Tome.
As Alfred, Celine, and their retainers fended off Curse Directive enemies on their end, Veyle noticed something peculiar happening on the Elusian ship on the starboard side that Alear and Kiran went off to. Seeing Veyle staring at something, Mauvier quickly galloped his horse to her side.
"Lady Veyle," Mauvier addressed her. "You are looking at the Elusian ship. Is there something the matter?"
"Yeah, I noticed something just now," Veyle muttered as she pointed her finger at the phenomenon that was happening at the Elusian ship.
As Mauvier looked at the Elusian ship, he saw a small sandstorm forming inside it. In the middle of the sandstorm, Timerra and Fogado's bodies began to glow, with Kiran in the middle of the sandstorm.
"We are not in the desert," Mauvier muttered. "Why would a sandstorm appear here, of all places?"
"Mauvier," Veyle smiled. "I think we all know the answer."
As if on cue, Kiran's voice was loud enough to be heard by everyone, even on the Firene ship.
"Hero Summon! Swirl up a bright, bold sandstorm, Timerra, the Desert Warrior, and Fogado, the Affable Prince!"
As soon as Kiran said these words, the resulting summoning created a blast wave that affected the Curse Directive enemies on the Firene ship, causing several of them to disintegrate outright. At the same time, the rest fell to the raging sea below.
"Wow!" Alfred exclaimed. "Kiran finally did it!"
"And just in time too," Celine remarked. "And I think Timerra and Fogado are..."
"Is that so?" Alcryst muttered. "T-that means…"
"It seems Kiran has finally summoned Timerra and Fogado as Heroes," Male Alear remarked. "We should be happy for them."
Before Alcryst could finish his sentence, another squadron of Curse Directive soldiers materialized in front of them, putting everyone in the Firene ship on guard.
"We can save the sentiments for later!" Diamant urged as he readied his Fair-Fight Blade. "More Curse Directive enemies are abound!"
"Then, let's take them on!" Alfred declared as he readied his Arcane Qiang.
"That's the way!" Male Alear as he tightened his grip on his Libération sword. "We all have to do our part! My female self and Kiran are counting on us!"
And so, as the Curse Directive forces charged, Male Alear and everyone else on the Firene ship fought on, taking down as many enemies as they could.
At the same time, Ivy, Hortensia, and their group successfully escorted Lindon to the safety of the Firene ship, Lindon exhaled with relief. His steps were weary but grateful as he turned to face the two Elusian princesses.
"Princess Ivy, Princess Hortensia… Thank you both," Lindon said, his voice sincere. "I'm grateful for your protection and for bringing me here safely."
Ivy, standing tall beside him, gave a slight nod. Her expression was calm yet determined. "Lindon, it was the least we could do," she replied. "Kiran instructed us, but we would have ensured your safety regardless."
Hortensia chimed in, her tone more vibrant, though it carried the same sense of responsibility. "Kiran or no Kiran, we were going to get you off that ship," she exclaimed. "You're far too valuable to lose now!"
Before Lindon could respond, the air around them shifted, and from the darkened skies above, more Curse Directive soldiers manifested, their forms twisting into the battlefield with an ominous presence. Zelkov, ever vigilant, stepped forward, drawing his Silver Daggers, his voice low and calm, as always.
"Princess Ivy," Zelkov murmured, his eyes scanning the newly arrived enemies. "Do *not* forget the promise you made to the Divine One and the Summoner. We *cannot* falter."
Kagetsu nodded in agreement, unsheathing his Reversal Blade+ in one swift motion. His voice carried a rare intensity as he spoke to Ivy. "You must fulfill your promise," he urged. "We cannot leave the Divine One and Kiran Pathfinder to face Angeyja alone."
Goldmary stood beside Hortensia, her Steel Sword gleaming in the dim light. She glanced at the younger princess and added. "We'll handle this. You must return to the Elusian ship and help them defeat Angeyja."
Rosado, gripping his Axe of Adoration, stepped forward with a determined grin, the playful gleam in his eyes replaced with resolve. "Go, Hortensia," he urged. With our adorable strength, we'll keep Lindon safe from these soldiers. You need to be with Alear and Kiran."
Hortensia hesitated momentarily, looking at her retainers, but then she nodded firmly. "You're right," she said, her voice steadier. "We have a job to finish. We need to go back to the Elusian ship to help Alear and Kiran out."
Ivy's gaze lingered on her retainers, her violet eyes filled with unspoken gratitude. "We'll return to the Elusian ship and do what we must," she said, her voice soft but persistent. "Make sure you defend Lindon from any Curse Directive enemies that will spawn nearby."
With that, Ivy and Hortensia turned on their heels, their capes fluttering behind them as they set off toward the Elusian ship. The sounds of battle surrounded them, but their focus was clear. They had a promise to keep—to stand by Alear and Kiran, fight beside them, and end the threat Angeyja posed.
As they moved away, Zelkov, Kagetsu, Goldmary, and Rosado took their positions, forming a protective circle around Lindon. The Curse Directive forces charged, but the retainers held firm, ready to defend the one they had sworn to protect.
As Merrin and Panette clashed with the encroaching Curse Directive enemies on the deck of the Elusian ship, their focus never wavered, even as Kiran, Timerra, and Fogado joined the fray. Merrin's wolf mount sidestepped an incoming strike, her daggers gleaming as she expertly deflected the attack. When she saw Timerra's Desert Spear, her eyes widened in awe.
"My princess!" Merrin called out as she knocked a Curse Directive soldier back. "You look... stronger than before!"
Panette, her great axe swinging with brutal precision, also turned to glance at her liege. "We saw a sandstorm forming nearby a few moments ago," she asked, her voice full of curiosity, even amidst the chaos. "Were you just summoned as a Hero, boss?"
Timerra grinned, her eyes alight with confidence. She spun her newly forged Desert Spear gracefully, skewering a Curse Directive Lance Infantry in a single, powerful strike. "You bet I was!" she called out. "Now that I'm a Hero under Kiran's command, I feel stronger than ever!"
Merrin beamed at Timerra. "You fight like it!" she said, a spark of excitement in her tone. "It suits you, my princess!"
Panette laughed delightedly as she took down another enemy with a brutal swing of her great axe. "Boss!" she exclaimed. "I can't wait to see how much more damage you'll do with that new power!"
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Pandreo and Bunet were fending off a group of Curse Directive forces, their movements in sync as they held their ground. Bunet's eyes briefly shifted to Fogado, his brow raising as he noticed the transformation in his prince's bow.
"Looks like you've found a new recipe for battle with that bow of yours," Bunet remarked, a wry smile on his face as he fended off a lance strike.
Pandreo, his staff crackling with arcane energy, nodded in agreement, his gaze landing on Fogado's confident stance. "You're looking more confident now that you've been summoned as a Hero, Fogado!" he said with a knowing grin.
Fogado, ever the showman, smirked as he notched an arrow on his transformed Sentinel's Bow. With a quick, fluid motion, he fired at a Curse Directive Pegasus Knight, the arrow striking true and sending the enemy plummeting from the skies. "Well, Pandreo, Bunet..." Fogado said, his smirk widening. "Now that Timerra and I are Heroes, I think it's time we kicked this party up a notch!"
He twirled his bow in one hand, glancing at Timerra. She grinned back, her spear gleaming in the dim light of the battle. "Let's show them what it means to be summoned Heroes of Solm!"
Angeyja's lips curled into a sneer as she watched her Curse Directive reinforcements materialize in front of her—more Bats, Infantry, Cavalry, and two towering Armored Knights, their heavy armor glinting in the dull light of battle. She folded her arms and raised her chin, her voice dripping with venom.
"I must admit," Angeyja said, her eyes narrowing at Kiran and Alear, "I've seen what the Summoner and the Divine One are capable of, but playtime is over. I'm done toying with you."
With a snap of her fingers, her new army surged forward, their footsteps shaking the very ground beneath them. Angeyja's gaze hardened as she prepared for the next assault.
Alear, undeterred, gripped her Libération sword tightly. Her voice was steady, determined. "We'll push through," she declared, her eyes flashing with resolve. "No matter how many enemies you throw at us."
Without hesitation, Alear charged, her Libération sword gleaming as she aimed straight for Angeyja, but before she could close the distance, one of the two Armored Knights stepped forward with surprising speed, its Slaying Lance+ raised. Alear's sword clashed with the knight's lance in a loud, ringing clash of metal, and her strike was halted, the force of the counterattack nearly driving her back.
Seiðr, witnessing the interception, raised her staff, glowing with teal light. "I'll help as well," she called out, determination echoing in her voice. She fired a volley of magic bolts at Angeyja, aiming to bypass the soldiers and strike her down.
Yet, just like with Alear's attack, the second Armored Knight stepped forward, its Slaying Axe+ deflecting the magic with ease. The massive knight stood as an unyielding barrier, its bulk between Seiðr and her target.
Kiran frowned, his eyes narrowing as he watched the knights in action. "Those Armored Knights..." he muttered, gripping Breidablik tighter. "They have Near Save and Far Save skills." He grimaced. "They can intercept both melee and ranged attacks. We can't reach Angeyja unless we take them down first."
Alear's expression hardened as she pulled back from the knight's imposing defense. "Then we'll think of a way," she said resolutely, catching her breath. "We always do."
Seiðr nodded, her grip tightening on her staff. "We'll have to coordinate our attacks," she added. "These knights may be formidable, but they won't stop us from reaching her."
Angeyja, watching from a distance, chuckled darkly, folding her arms as her knights stood like an impenetrable wall before her. "Let's see how long your resolve lasts, Divine One," she taunted. "You'll never break through my defenses."
Kiran glanced at Alear and Seiðr, nodding as they braced themselves for another attempt. "We'll find a way," he said, determination flashing in his eyes. "We always do. Timerra? Fogado? How about you two show your prowess as Heroes?"
Timerra twirled her Desert Spear, the feathers at its hilt catching the light as she flashed a confident grin at Angeyja. "Bring it," she declared, her eyes gleaming with fierce determination. "We'll mow your forces down, no problem."
Beside her, Fogado drew his newly transformed Sentinel Bow, the sharp edges of the metal frame glinting ominously. "Can't wait to see how this bow takes down enemies," he added with a smirk, his voice casual yet eager for the fight ahead.
Kiran, standing a few paces behind them, allowed a smile to form on his face as he recalled the potential of their new weapons. He pointed toward the two imposing Armored Knights that blocked their path to Angeyja. "That's more like it," he called out. "You two take down the Armored Knights. I'm confident in your capabilities."
Angeyja's eyes widened in frustration as she watched Kiran direct the attack. Snapping her fingers, she shouted, "I won't let you!"
Her Curse Directive forces surged forward, a regiment of Infantry, Bats, and Cavalry rushing to intercept Timerra and Fogado.
But before they could get close, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr swiftly moved into position. Alear's Libération sword cut through the air, her strikes precise as she intercepted the first wave of enemies. "Timerra, Fogado," Alear shouted, glancing over her shoulder, "We'll handle these! Focus on the Armored Knights!"
Fjorm, her Leiptr lance gleaming with frost, stepped forward, her icy breath visible in the air. "I'll keep the enemy mages and archers at bay," she added, her voice calm but firm as she cut down an approaching archer with one fluid motion.
Seiðr, her staff glowing with magic, glanced urgently at Timerra and Fogado. "Hurry," she urged, firing off a barrage of magical energy to keep the Curse Directive at bay. "Take down the Armored Knights before Angeyja brings in more reinforcements!"
Timerra smirked as she spun her spear once more, knocking back a Lance Infantry soldier before turning to face the towering knights. "That's exactly what Kiran told us to do," she said with unwavering confidence.
Fogado grinned, nocking an arrow to his Sentinel Bow and taking aim at one of the Armored Knights. "Leave them to us," he called out, his voice full of anticipation. "These knights are going down."
With a nod from Timerra, the two charged forward, their newly enhanced weapons ready to unleash their full potential against the armored behemoths that blocked their path. The battle around them roared on, but the pair's focus was laser-sharp, their sights set on dismantling the last line of defense standing between them and Angeyja.
Timerra grinned as she charged at the Armored Knight wielding the Slaying Lance+, her eyes alight with determination. This was the very knight that had repelled Alear's earlier attack, and now it was her turn to take them on. With a swift motion, she swung her Desert Spear at the imposing enemy, the feathers on her weapon fluttering as it sliced through the air.
The Armored Knight raised their lance to block her attack, metal clashing against metal with a sharp clang. They retaliated quickly, thrusting their Slaying Lance+ toward Timerra with brutal force. But as the strike approached, a miniature sandstorm began swirling around Timerra, the grains of sand glittering like stars in the air.
Kiran, watching from a short distance, narrowed his eyes as he noticed the phenomenon. "Is that... one of Timerra's new abilities?" he murmured, intrigued by the shimmering dust storm encircling her.
'Indeed it is,' Baldraz replied within the Breidablik. 'Timerra's unique skill that she gained as an Attuned Hero is called Sandstorm.'
Timerra smirked as she parried the knight's counterattack with ease, her spear deflecting the lance's deadly thrust. "A one," she called out, twirling her Desert Spear with expert precision, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "And a two!"
With a burst of energy, the swirling sandstorm around her intensified, enhancing the power of her strike. She lunged forward, her spear blazing through the air as if carried by the winds of the desert itself. The Armored Knight attempted to brace for impact, but Timerra's attack was swift and decisive.
The Desert Spear, empowered by her new Sandstorm skill, shattered the Slaying Lance+ with a deafening crack, splintering it in the knight's grip. The force of her strike continued forward, striking the Armored Knight down with a single, devastating blow.
As the Armored Knight was sent overboard due to the sheer force of Timerra's counterattack, Timerra stood tall, her spear at the ready and a triumphant grin plastered across her face. "Now that's what I call the desert's strength," she said, her voice brimming with pride.
From across the battlefield, Angeyja's eyes widened in disbelief, her frustration growing. "How...?" she muttered, her grip on her Eistla Staff tightening as she realized her forces were crumbling before her.
Fogado reared up on his horse, a confident grin on his face as he locked eyes with the Armored Knight wielding the Slaying Axe+, the same foe that had repelled Seiðr's earlier attack.
"Leave that one to me!" Fogado called out, his voice brimming with excitement. Without missing a beat, Fogado swiftly reached for an arrow from his quiver and nocked it onto his newly enhanced Sentinel Bow.
The Armored Knight, seeing the incoming attack, raised their Slaying Axe+ in defense, bracing for the impact. Fogado smirked as he released the arrow, watching it rapidly cut through the air. The Armored Knight parried the strike, but a sharp crack echoed across the battlefield as their mighty axe splintered from the sheer force of Fogado's shot.
The knight's grip tightened on the damaged weapon, their resolve not yet broken. But Fogado was already preparing another strike, effortlessly drawing another arrow and nocking it on his bow.
With a playful wink, Fogado declared, "Time to party!" and let loose the arrow with a flourish as his skill, Luna, had activated.
Empowered by Luna, the second arrow flew with even greater speed and power, slamming into the Slaying Axe+. The weapon shattered in the knight's hands, fragments of steel scattering across the deck. The force of Fogado's shot sent the Armored Knight flying backward, their bulky armor offering no protection as they tumbled overboard, disappearing into the raging sea below with a heavy splash.
Angeyja's eyes widened as both of her formidable Armored Knights had fallen, her frustration boiling over. She gripped her Eistla Staff tightly, her knuckles turning white as she glared at Kiran. "You and your accursed Heroes are forcing my hand!" she spat, her voice laced with fury.
Kiran smirked in response, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Angeyja, if you're thinking about retreating," he said, casually resting his Breidablik on his shoulder. "This would be a good time to cut your losses and leave, now."
Angeyja's glare intensified, her eyes burning with rage. "Retreat?!" she shouted, her voice trembling with anger. "Cease your mockery, you gods damn Summoner! I'll eviscerate you for that slight!"
Angeyja snarled as she conjured a fireball from her Eistla Staff, her eyes blazing with fury. With a swift flick of her wrist, the fiery orb hurtled through the air toward Kiran. "You'll pay for your insult, Summoner!" she spat, the fireball casting an ominous glow as it barreled toward him. "Feel the Curse Directive's fire!"
Kiran stood his ground, his hand on the Breidablik, but before he could react, Alear, locked in combat with one of the Curse Directive Bats, saw the impending danger. Her heart leaped into her throat, and she shouted, "Kiran! Dodge it!" She could only watch helplessly as the fireball closed in.
But just as the flames neared, Fjorm noticed a flurry of icicles streaking across the battlefield. "Don't worry about Kiran!" she called to Alear, her voice calm and confident. Before Alear could ask why, the barrage of icicles collided with the fireball in midair. The two attacks neutralized each other in an explosion of ice and flame, sending shards and embers scattering across the deck.
Everyone on the Elusian ship paused and looked up. Ivy and Hortensia descended from the sky, their wyvern and pegasus steady as they hovered above. Ivy's face was calm, her Icebound Tome still glowing faintly from the spell she had cast. "We arrived just in time," she said, her voice even. "It seems you could use our help."
Hortensia, ever more energetic, steadied her pegasus and pointed her Arcane Charmer staff at Angeyja. "We promised to come back after escorting Lindon," she declared, her voice filled with righteous fury. "And now, Angeyja, you'll pay for insulting me and trying to hurt Kiran!"
Angeyja's lips twisted into a mocking smile. "Oh? Is that a challenge, Princess Hortensia?" With a sharp snap of her fingers, a squadron of Curse Directive Pegasus Knights and Dark Fliers materialized around her, their weapons gleaming as they took formation. She gestured toward Hortensia with a smirk. "I'd like to see you try, little princess."
Hortensia glared back, gripping her staff tightly, determination lighting her eyes. "Don't underestimate me!" she snapped. "I am the cutest princess of Elusia, after all!"
As one of Angeyja's Pegasus Knights flew toward them, an arrow suddenly pierced the knight's armor, sending the rider plummeting to the ground. Fogado, grinning from ear to ear, lowered his Sentinel Bow, the satisfaction clear on his face. "Why not leave Angeyja's minions to me and the rest of us, Hortensia?" he called out confidently, nocking another arrow and taking aim at the next target.
Kiran glanced at Hortensia, his Breidablik ready. "If you want the honor of defeating Angeyja, she's all yours," he said, offering her a slight nod of encouragement. His tone was calm but carried the weight of trust as if this battle had been building to this moment.
Hortensia hesitated for a second and glanced over at her sister, Ivy, her eyes searching for guidance. Ivy, composed as always, met her gaze and gave a small, approving nod. "Hortensia, if you want to face Angeyja, do it," she said softly, her voice steady and full of faith. "I know you can."
A bright smile spread across Hortensia's face as she readied her Arcane Charmer staff. Her determination flared as she turned to Kiran and said. "Thanks for believing in me. I won't let you down!"
As if on cue, Angeyja's minions swarmed forward, targeting Alear and Kiran's group. Meanwhile, Angeyja herself locked her fiery gaze on Hortensia. "You'd think it would be that simple?!" she sneered as she raised her Eistla Staff. "As if I'll let you get close!"
Before she could summon another fireball, something strange happened. Her vision blurred, and the world around her seemed to bend and twist, as if time itself had slipped from her control. She scowled, realizing too late that Seiðr had activated her Future-Focused ability again. The distortion caused Angeyja to misfire her attack, sending a fireball harmlessly into the sky.
Seething with frustration, Angeyja whirled toward Seiðr, her staff shaking in her grip. "You interloping Vanir goddess!" she snarled, her fury evident. "You would dare impede me twice?!"
Seiðr, calm and unwavering, leveled her gaze at Angeyja. "Your rampage ends here," she declared, her staff glowing with ethereal energy. "Revealing Light!"
Seeing her chance, Hortensia urged her pegasus forward, its wings beating rapidly as they soared toward Angeyja. Determined, Hortensia's eyes locked onto her target. "This ends now, Angeyja!" she shouted, closing the distance between them as her staff glowed with an otherworldly light.
As Hortensia charged through the sky, her Arcane Charmer staff glowing with an ominous light, her eyes were fixed on Angeyja. She raised the staff and aimed directly at her foe, determination fueling her every move.
Angeyja, realizing the danger, frantically tried to lift her Eistla Staff in response, her brow furrowing in frustration. "Why can't I counterattack?!" she hissed under her breath, her usual confidence faltering.
From the deck below, Kiran, still locked in combat with one of the Curse Directive Bats, fired his Breidablik, dispatching the enemy with ease. "I refined her Arcane Charmer beforehand," he muttered as he stared at the duel between Hortensia and Angeyja. "The moment Hortensia attacks, Angeyja has sealed her fate."
Hortensia's staff glowed brighter as she conjured a barrage of heart-shaped icicles, each one swirling with magical energy. "Now, you've done it!" she shouted, her voice ringing out as she fired the spell.
Angeyja's eyes widened in disbelief as the icicles hurtled toward her, too fast for her to react. The enchanted hearts struck her and her pegasus directly, causing the magical steed to disintegrate in a flurry of light. Angeyja let out a cry of shock and rage as she was flung from her saddle.
"No! No! No!" Angeyja shouted as she tumbled helplessly. "Impossible! Beaten by...!"
Angeyja's voice was cut short as she plunged into the ocean below, disappearing beneath the waves. With Angeyja's descent into the raging ocean, the Curse Directive forces began to crumble. Alear slashed through one last enemy before watching it disintegrate before her eyes. She exhaled deeply, relief flooding her features. "It's over..." she murmured, lowering her sword as she reverted to her normal form.
Kiran, glancing around at the battlefield, sighed in relief as well. "Angeyja's forces are gone. She's soundly defeated," he said as he looked at the others. "We did it."
But their victory was short-lived. The Elusian ship beneath them groaned and shuddered, taking immense damage during the fierce battle. As the wood creaked and splintered, Kiran quickly realized what was happening.
"The ship's capsizing!" Kiran called out urgently, his eyes wide with alarm. "Everyone, back to the Firene ship, now!"
Without hesitation, the group sprang into action. Alear, Fjorm, Seiðr, and the others hurried toward the Firene ship, helping each other across the broken deck as the Elusian ship tilted precariously. Hortensia and Ivy, guiding their mounts, swooped down to assist anyone falling behind.
As they reached safety, the two Elusian ships groaned one last time before sinking beneath the ocean's surface, their broken hulls swallowed by the waves. The group stood aboard the Firene ship, watching as the final remnants of the battle disappeared beneath the water, their victory hard-won but complete.
Kiran, catching his breath, glanced at everyone. "Thank the gods," he sighed in relief. "We've made it..."
Timerra, with her Desert Spear still in hand, smiled. "Oh yeah!" she exclaimed. "That was a wild ride."
"And we kicked it up a notch," Fogado chuckled, readying his Sentinel Bow. "Didn't we?"
The group exchanged weary but victorious smiles, the weight of the battle finally lifting as they sailed away from the sinking ships, the battle with Angeyja behind them.
In the dim light of her tent, Angeyja stirred, her body aching as she regained consciousness. She blinked, taking in her surroundings, the realization that she was back in her original form settling in. The memory of being thrown into the ocean in Elyos felt distant, almost like a bad dream. Her cursed body was gone, and she was herself again.
As she sat up slowly, her tent flap rustled, and her brother, Shade, entered. His expression was calm, but his eyes searched her face with concern. "Angeyja…" he asked, his voice steady yet laced with an edge of worry. "Are you alright?"
Angeyja sighed in relief, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "I'm fine, Shade. Stronger, yes... but using that cursed body..." she paused, her brow furrowing as her voice faltered, uncharacteristically vulnerable. "It felt wrong. The power was there, but it amplified everything—every negative thought, every emotion. I was consumed by it."
Shade nodded, crossing his arms. "I know exactly how that feels," he said quietly. His gaze darkened for a moment, as though recalling his own experience.
"Using a cursed body amplifies more than just your strength. It twists your mind, makes you feel like you're drowning in your hatred." Shade explained as he glanced at her, his tone softening. "You're not alone in that, but as members of the Curse Directive, drowning in our negative emotions is the price that we pay to enforce Ebony's desire to eliminate Kiran Pathfinder."
Angeyja slowly stood from her bed, wobbling for a moment as she steadied herself. Shade moved to help, but she raised a hand, signaling she was fine. Her thoughts drifted for a moment, pondering her brother's words, and then she sighed. "I agree with Ebony's desire to get rid of the Summoner, but I need to deliver a report to Ebony about the outcome of the battle. Kiran Pathfinder and his Heroes… they best me. I have to go to her tent."
Shade's mouth quirked in a wry smile. "Even if you annoy me to no end, Angeyja," he said, stepping back to give her space, "You're still my sister."
Angeyja paused at the entrance to the tent, glancing over her shoulder at him. A small, unexpected smile crossed her lips. "I'm glad you still care, despite everything," she said softly. It was rare for her to show such warmth, but in that moment, she meant it.
Shade returned her gaze, giving a slight nod. "Hm..." he muttered. "Always..."
With a final look, Angeyja exited the tent, her heart lighter but her mind already turning to the report she would have to deliver to Ebony. Defeat was never easy to admit, but with her brother by her side, perhaps it wasn't as daunting as it once seemed.
A few hours later, at the port side of the Firene ship, Fjorm and Timerra stood side by side, their conversation punctuated by the occasional sway of the ship beneath their feet. The rest of the group were scattered around in various parts of the ship, lounging around or sleeping in their beds, having earned it after their battle.
Standing on the railing nearby, Kiran and Seiðr were conversing with Lindon. Kiran and Seiðr listened intently as Lindon expressed his gratitude.
"The way you summoned Princess Timerra and Prince Fogado as Heroes was incredible," Lindon said to Kiran. "That's not the only thing that your relic can do, isn't it?"
"Yeah, the Breidablik can do more than just summon people as Heroes," Kiran replied as he twirled the divine relic. "Lindon, the Breidablik can also open portals to places I've visited, like the Somniel."
"The Somniel?" Lindon said as his curiosity peaked. "Can you open a portal for me?"
"Sure, Lindon," Kiran replied. "Just tell Vander or Lumera that you're one of our new allies. I'm sure they'll welcome you with open arms."
"Alright…" Lindon replied as he noticed a detail in Kiran's words. "Wait, Lumera? Didn't she pass on?"
"Yes, Lumera has indeed died," Kiran revealed, his face sullen for a moment. "She fell in battle when Evil Veyle ransacked Lythos Castle."
"But, worry no more," Seiðr answered in Kiran's stead. "Kiran managed to summon her back to life as a Hero, yet Lumera's role as the Queen of Lythos ended in her death."
"Seiðr's right," Kiran interjected as he opened a portal using the Breidablik. "So Lindon, do you still want to go to Somniel?"
"Of course," Lindon answered. "I never got to meet Queen Lumera… I mean, Lumera while she was still among the living, but I can talk to her now that she's summoned as a Hero under you. In that, I thank you, Kiran Pathfinder."
As Lindon walked away from the port side and into the portal leading to Somniel, Kiran, and Seiðr turned their attention towards Fjorm and Timerra keenly, listening to their banter as the sea breeze whipped gently around them.
Timerra proudly held up her Desert Spear, its gleaming points adorned with feathers that fluttered in the wind. She twirled it in her hand, a grin spreading across her face. "Look at this beauty, Fjorm," she said, her voice brimming with excitement. "My Desert Spear looks awesome, doesn't it?"
Fjorm smiled softly and lifted her lance, the Leiptr, allowing its icy-blue steel to catch the setting sun's light. "It's impressive, but my Leiptr is just as majestic, wouldn't you say?" Fjorm replied, admiring Timerra's weapon. "It is said Leiptr was forged in the Kingdom of Nifl's highest peak and blessed by Lady Nifl herself."
Kiran, observing them closely, nodded with approval. He glanced between the two lances, noting their differences and shared potential. "Despite the obvious distinctions," he remarked, stepping forward slightly. "Both the Leiptr and the Desert Spear have a unique power—they allow you to counterattack ranged foes."
"So, please get along," Seiðr persuaded as she mediated between Fjorm and Timerra. "As fellow Heroes, we mustn't swayed by our differences. Instead, we should appreciate our differences because each of our unique attributes contributes to our prowess as Heroes."
As Seiðr mediated between her and Fjorm, Timerra chuckled, her eyes sparkling. "Seems like our lances have more in common than I thought," she admitted. She cast a warm glance at Fjorm. "I feel a sort of camaraderie with you now, Fjorm. We may come from different lands, but we're more alike than I imagined."
Fjorm nodded, a soft smile crossing her lips. "I feel the same, Timerra. There's strength in that bond."
As the conversation lulled, Fjorm noticed Kiran's attention drifting. His gaze had shifted toward the starboard side of the ship, where Alear and Ivy were standing, deep in conversation themselves. She glanced at him knowingly, her voice gentle as she spoke. "Kiran," she said, her eyes following his line of sight. "Why don't you go to them? Alear and Ivy could use your company."
"I can tell Alear and Ivy are going to start an important conversation," Seiðr said to Kiran. "You should go to them. They might have something important to say."
Kiran turned, a bit surprised, but then he smiled, appreciative of Fjorm's thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Fjorm and Seiðr," he said warmly. "You two are always so considerate."
With a nod from both Fjorm, Seiðr, and Timerra, Kiran made his way toward the starboard. Fjorm and Timerra watched him go, their conversation turning lighter as the ship sailed forward, their lances resting by their sides, symbols of their newfound connection.
As Kiran approached the starboard side of the ship, he caught sight of Alear and Ivy standing together, the sea breeze tousling their hair as they gazed out at the horizon. Kiran smiled and raised a hand in greeting. "Alear, Ivy," he called as he drew near. "How are things?"
Alear turned to him, her familiar warm smile lighting up her face. "Kiran," she greeted him back. "We're doing well. Ivy has something important to discuss."
Kiran's gaze shifted to Ivy, who looked more serious than usual. Alear gave Ivy an encouraging nod before falling silent, waiting for her to speak.
Ivy took a breath, her eyes briefly lingering on the endless blue waters before meeting Kiran's gaze. "We're now in Elusian waters," she informed them, her voice steady.
Kiran's brow furrowed in thought. "Elusian waters, huh?" he repeated. "What do you suggest we do next?"
Ivy folded her arms across her chest, considering her words carefully. "We should sail toward Givre Port," she advised. "It's a small town, but close to both the castle and the cathedral. We can gather intel there discreetly before making any moves."
Alear nodded, a spark of determination in her eyes. "That's good to know, Ivy," she said, her voice firm with resolve. "I'll inform the others about this plan."
Ivy offered Alear a grateful look, her usually guarded demeanor softening. "Thank you, Divine One," she admitted. "I'm grateful for everything you've done, especially for granting me and my retainers asylum when we needed it most."
Alear shook her head lightly, her smile gentle. "It was the right thing to do, Ivy," she said. "I never doubted it for a moment."
Ivy's attention then shifted to Kiran. Her voice softened as she addressed him. "Kiran… despite how we started—enemies on the battlefield—I've found a new sense of purpose since you summoned me as a Hero. It feels like I'm finally able to help Elusia in the way I've always wanted."
Kiran's expression was thoughtful, his eyes meeting Ivy's with understanding. "It wasn't just the summoning," he replied. "Your determination and resolve to save Elusia from Sombron —that's what made it possible for me to call upon you as a Hero. Now, we're one step closer to saving all of Elyos."
The three of them stood in silence for a moment, feeling the weight of the mission ahead. As the ship sailed onward, the silhouette of Givre Port came into view in the distance, the sun streaking across the midday sky, casting a hopeful glow over the water.
Together, they gazed out at the approaching port, their resolve stronger than ever.
And there you go! This chapter marks the end of the most recent installment of Emblems and Heroes. And it also marks the first anniversary of this fanfic!
I want to thank everyone who offered advice in brainstorming this story from the bottom of my heart, and for reading this fanfic up to this point.
And here are several Stingers this time.
In the metaphysical confines of the Breidablik, Baldraz, the enigmatic spirit, observed the inner workings of the divine artifact. As the gears of the Breidablik continued to turn, his brows furrowed as he noticed subtle changes in the divine artifact's power.
"The Breidablik is changing the moment Kiran began summoning Heroes from Elyos," Baldraz muttered. "It's absorbing the leftover energies that the Emblems are emitting... In what outcomes these changes will offer remains to be seen..."
Then, a portal appeared near Baldraz. As he inspected the portal, he noted its magical energies and composition.
"This portal... It is a gateway made of blue flames," Baldraz pondered. "I wonder if I enter this..."
The moment Baldraz put his right hand into the portal, he was sucked right in, leaving the metaphysical confines of the Breidablik empty for the time being.
In the vast, glowing expanse of the metaphysical realm, Emblem Sigurd stood at the center, his arms crossed, his expression thoughtful. Around him, the spectral forms of his fellow Emblems — Lucina, Corrin, Byleth, Eirika, Ephraim, Ike, Lyn, and Leif—hovered, each radiating their unique presence.
Emblem Sigurd broke the silence, his deep voice resonating. "Alear and Kiran's army are returning to Elusia, where we have been separated from our fellow Emblems," he said, his eyes narrowing in contemplation. "And yet, we must find a way to reunite."
Emblem Lucina stepped forward, her gaze sharp yet filled with hope. "Once all twelve Emblems are gathered," she began, her voice carrying a calm certainty. "We can grant a miracle, a miracle that can be bestowed upon a mortal once every thousand years. That time is approaching."
The suggestion seemed to hang in the air, and Emblem Eirika was the first to respond. "Perhaps we should use that miracle for Lumera," she said, her tone earnest. "She gave so much for the Divine One. It would be right to empower her."
Her brother, Emblem Ephraim, nodded in agreement. "Lumera's strength and wisdom could help guide them through these dark times. I think it's a noble cause."
Before the thought could gain momentum, Emblem Lyn interjected, her brow furrowed with concern. "We shouldn't use that power on Lumera," she said firmly. "Kiran has already summoned her back as a Hero. If we use the miracle now, it might disrupt the balance, or worse—she may not even need it."
Emblem Ike, ever pragmatic, crossed his arms and nodded in agreement with Emblem Lyn. "I'm with her," he said in his deep, steady voice. "We can't keep looking to the past. What's done is done. We need to focus on the future and the challenges ahead, not try to change what's already happened."
Emblem Byleth, standing stoically with his arms at his sides, spoke next. His voice was measured, calm as always. "Emblems Lyn and Ike are right. We must weigh our choices carefully. The miracle should be used wisely, for something that can alter the course of the future, not restore the past."
A moment of silence fell as the Emblems considered these words, but it was Emblem Corrin who broke it. Her eyes softened with a gentle understanding as she looked around at her fellow Emblems. "I sense something," she said, her tone tinged with caution. "Another presence is entering this realm…"
Suddenly, the air around them crackled with energy. A portal, formed from swirling blue flames, materialized before them. The flames flickered and danced, casting eerie shadows over the Emblems. Some of them tensed, hands reaching for their weapons, while others looked on with curiosity.
"What is this?" Emblem Leif murmured, his voice steady yet filled with caution.
Emblem Eirika's fingers twitched as her eyes narrowed. "A new force... but is it friend or foe?"
Emblem Sigurd's expression darkened as he stared into the heart of the blue flames. "We must be ready. Whatever comes through that portal, it may alter the balance of our world—and theirs."
The Emblems stood united, watching as the flames swirled faster, bracing for what—or who—would emerge from the portal.
The blue flames of the portal shimmered, swirling with a hypnotic pull, until a figure stepped out. Cloaked in a brown hood and cape with gold highlights, the man's presence seemed both ethereal and commanding. His footsteps echoed lightly across the metaphysical plane as he approached the gathered Emblems.
Lowering his hood, the man revealed a calm, yet inscrutable expression. "I am Baldraz," he said in a deep, resonant voice. "The spirit who resides within Kiran's Breidablik."
"Baldraz…" Emblem Lucina pondered. "I remember hearing a voice during the battle earlier when I was engaged with Alear. So, it was you."
Baldraz's gaze swept across the faces of the Emblems, respectful yet direct. "Yes, but I did not mean to intrude upon your conversation. As I was tending to the Breidablik, a portal appeared before me," he explained. "Out of curiosity, I felt compelled to step through."
Sigurd, standing tall with his usual noble bearing, regarded Baldraz with curious intensity. "Baldraz…" Sigurd began, his words slow and deliberate, "When you spoke to Alear and Kiran... we, the Emblems, have never had the chance to meet you face to face. I would say this meeting has been long overdue."
Baldraz nodded respectfully. "It is an honor to finally meet you properly, Emblems of Elyos," he replied, his voice laced with genuine humility.
Emblem Leif, standing beside Sigurd with his arms loosely folded, eyed Baldraz thoughtfully. "We were just discussing what our next move should be," he explained, his tone measured but curious. "Things are shifting rapidly, and we must decide the course of action. Your timing is... intriguing."
Emblem Lucina stepped forward, her eyes sharp with focus. "The conversation we were about to have," she said, her voice calm yet purposeful, "It's about Kiran and the impact he has had—and continues to have—on Elyos. His arrival has brought change, but also uncertainty. We wish to understand his role more deeply."
Baldraz's expression softened, a knowing look flashing across his face as he nodded slowly. "Kiran Pathfinder," he began, "is an anomaly in this world, much like I am."
"Oh?" Emblem Corrin replied, intrigued by Baldraz's revelation. "Can you please elaborate?"
"Kiran's presence has altered the very course of fate of Elyos, even more so as he summons several people from this world as Heroes," Baldraz explained. "I have watched him closely and guided him when I could. Kiran Pathfinder is bound by duty, but also by something deeper—his resolve to protect not just Elyos, but Zenith – the Nine Realms as well."
The Emblems exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued.
Emblem Ike spoke next, his voice firm and direct. "Kiran's strength isn't just in his power to summon people as Heroes. He's a fighter in his own right, but there's something more that drives him," he asked Baldraz. "What do you see, Baldraz? What's his true purpose here?"
Baldraz met Ike's gaze with steady eyes. "Kiran is more than just a Summoner. His Breidablik—our bond—holds the power to bridge worlds. His purpose is to unite and bring forth heroes who can save Elyos from the forces that threaten it. But…" he hesitated briefly, his brow furrowing. "There are greater forces at play. Forces that neither he nor I fully understand."
"Like the Curse Directive?" Emblem Corrin pondered. "As I have heard others have explained this before, this group seems bent on eliminating Kiran at any cost."
"Yes, the Curse Directive is one of many enemies that Kiran and the Order of Heroes face," Baldraz answered. "And without a doubt, there will be other enemies aside from them and Sombron in the future."
Emblem Lyn, her voice gentle but tinged with caution, chimed in. "Do you sense something we don't, Baldraz? Is there a danger we have yet to see?"
Baldraz paused, his gaze growing distant for a moment as if contemplating the weight of his answer. "As a reminder, even we cannot foresee how events can change. At best, we can speculate and adapt to how things change," he explained. "However, Kiran's role may be pivotal, not just in Elyos, but also in the Nine Realms."
The Emblems fell silent, the gravity of Baldraz's words hanging heavily in the air.
"And that's not all," Baldraz elaborated. "The Breidablik, the divine artifact that allows Kiran to summon Heroes, is changing. It's absorbing the leftover energies that you all emit as Emblems."
The moment Baldraz said those words, the Emblems pondered the implications for a bit. Then, Emblem Sigurd stepped forward and he turned his attention towards Baldraz.
"Is that so?" Emblem Sigurd spoke, intrigued at what Baldraz had revealed so far. "It seems us Emblems are also changing Kiran's summoning artifact."
"Most people don't realize that change between two or more things affects all things," Emblem Byleth elaborated. "Most favor one thing over the other."
"I still remember that conversation back at Solm's Northern Fortress," Emblem Ike huffed. "It seems more and more likely that we Emblems can be summoned by Kiran as Heroes."
"And I'll say this once again," Emblem Lucina added as she stared at Baldraz. "If us Emblems were to be summoned under Kiran, we would lend our support to him without question."
"I agree," Emblem Sigurd nodded. "Kiran has done so much to not only Alear and Lumera but also to us Emblems and the rest of the people of Elyos. If I were to be summoned by him as a Hero, I would be honored to guide him and fight alongside him, both as an Emblem and as a Hero."
Finally, Emblem Corrin spoke again, her voice filled with quiet determination. "If Kiran is at the heart of this, we will stand with him alongside Alear. Together, we can ensure that Elyos and Zenith are protected."
Baldraz inclined his head in agreement. "I will continue to guide him as best I can, like you Emblems guide Alear. And now, with the Emblems and Heroes in the same path, all of our strength will be needed in the trials ahead."
Emblem Sigurd, after a moment of contemplation, stepped forward, extending a hand toward Baldraz. "Then let us stand as allies, Baldraz. The future of Elyos and Zenith may depend on our unity."
Baldraz took Sigurd's hand, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips. "Together," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "We may just provide Kiran, Alear, and their allies the strength to change fate itself."
As the portal behind Baldraz slowly closed, the Emblems stood resolute, their shared purpose clear. With Baldraz's insight and Kiran's leadership, the path ahead, though fraught with danger, seemed just a bit more hopeful.
In the dimly lit tent of the Curse Directive encampment, Ebony sat hunched over a parchment, her quill scratching across the paper with determined strokes. The knock-off Breidablik rested on the table beside her, a twisted imitation of the divine weapon. The air was thick with anticipation as she meticulously jotted down the details of Angeyja's report about her battle against Kiran and his Heroes.
Suddenly, a cold wind swept through the tent, and a portal, swirling with dark, formless energy, opened near the entrance. A presence more ancient and terrifying than any mortal force stepped through the portal. Towering, draped in shadows that seemed to pulse with the void, Ginnungagap, the Ruler of Nothingness, emerged. Her single, eldritch eye locked onto Ebony, unblinking and filled with an unfathomable depth.
Ebony, not one to flinch in the face of such a being, looked up from her parchment. "It's been a while since you last visited the encampment, Ginnungagap," she remarked, her voice steady, though her dark eyes gleamed with intrigue.
Ginnungagap's form shifted subtly as if the shadows themselves were moving beneath her. Her gaze flickered to the knock-off Breidablik resting on the table. "Indeed, it has been a while since I walked the mortal realms," Ginnungagap replied, her voice echoing with an otherworldly cadence. "I see you' have been... ambitious. Crafting a false Breidablik, imitating a divine relic wielded by Kiran Pathfinder. Bold."
A small smirk curved across Ebony's lips. She leaned back in her chair, folding her arms. "Compelled, perhaps," she said, her tone teasing as if daring Ginnungagap to challenge her. "I couldn't resist the allure of building a replica of such a powerful artifact."
Ginnungagap tilted her head, the void shifting with her movement. "It is a pale imitation, but intriguing nonetheless. I can offer something to you, Ebony," she said, her voice lowering, thick with promise. "If you desire it, I can lend my power—enhance your false Breidablik, imbue it with eldritch energies that even Kiran's original may not possess."
Ebony's smirk widened, but before she agreed, her curiosity got the better of her. "Before I accept such an offer, Ginnungagap," she began, standing from her seat and circling her table slowly, "I find myself curious. What have you been up to, aside from gracing me with your presence?"
The Ruler of Nothingness stilled, her eldritch eye narrowing ever so slightly. "I have sown... something in the Realm of Dreams," Ginnungagap said cryptically, her voice curling like smoke. "But it is none of your concern, Ebony. Focus instead on the power you crave here."
Ebony's gaze lingered on Ginnungagap, sensing there was far more to that cryptic answer than the being was letting on. But Ebony knew better than to push too far with one as powerful as Ginnungagap. Nodding thoughtfully, she leaned over the table once more and traced her fingers along the knock-off Breidablik's cold surface.
"I accept your offer," Ebony said, her voice filled with confidence and dark ambition. "Let's see what eldritch power can truly do to this false Breidablik."
Ginnungagap's shadowy form twisted, her eye glowing brighter as she extended her hand. Tendrils of darkness poured from her, wrapping around the knock-off Breidablik. The tent filled with an eerie hum as the artifact began to pulse with unnatural energy.
"You shall see, Ebony," Ginnungagap whispered, her voice a cold caress. "With my power over nothingness, your ambitions will reach farther than you have ever imagined."
As the tendrils fused with the false Breidablik, Ebony watched, her heart racing in anticipation of the chaos that this new weapon could unleash.
In the skies of Alfheimr, the Realm of Dreams, the four alfar—Peony, Mirabilis, Triandra, and Plumeria—soared gracefully, their wings shimmering in the ethereal light of their dreamlike world. They moved with purpose, ensuring the stability of the realm. The air was calm, but Peony remained alert, her eyes scanning their surroundings.
"Is everything in order?" Peony asked, her voice bright yet laced with a hint of concern. She glanced back at her companions, waiting for their reports.
Triandra, ever vigilant, looked across the field of view in the dreamscape. "I haven't seen anything strange," she replied, her tone cool and measured as always.
Plumeria, floating beside Triandra, added, "No, petal-soft," Her voice carried a touch of relief, though her expression remained distant. "Nothing unusual here either."
Mirabilis, however, yawned as she trailed slightly behind the others. Her dreamy, half-asleep gaze caught something in the distance. Blinking slowly, she pointed ahead with a lazy gesture. "I... think I see someone over there," she mumbled drowsily. "Far away."
Peony's expression shifted, her concern deepening. "Then we should go to them right away!" she exclaimed, her wings fluttering with urgency. She led the group, flying towards the figure Mirabilis had spotted.
As they drew closer, the figure became clearer—a small, disheveled young girl with white hair cascading over her shoulders. Her red eyes glowed faintly, and two small horns peeked through her hair. She wore a simple white dress with a blue cape and matching boots, though her appearance was ragged as if she had been wandering for some time.
The girl looked up as they approached, her voice soft and weary. "I'm... I'm so glad to see people... I've been alone for so long," she whispered, her eyes searching theirs for reassurance. "My name... is Eitr. And I..."
Before any of the alfar could respond, Eitr's body gave out, and she collapsed onto the soft dreamscape floor.
Peony gasped, rushing forward to kneel beside her. "Oh no!" she exclaimed, gently lifting Eitr's head. "We need to get her to Lord Freyr and Lady Freyja's castle immediately. She needs help!"
Mirabilis yawned again, though her worry was clear as she crouched beside Peony. "She looks... exhausted. Poor thing."
"Peony," Triandra muttered as she got a good look at Eitr's appearance. "Haven't you noticed that this girl… Eitr... resembles Lady Freyja?"
"I agree with Triandra here," Plumeria acknowledged. "This Eitr girl resembles Lady Freyja a lot. It's uncanny, even to me."
"We'll worry about the similarities later!" Peony urged, her wings fluttering furiously. "We need to bring this girl back to the castle before she succumbs to exhaustion!"
Plumeria and Triandra exchanged glances before stepping in, and together, the four alfar gently lifted Eitr's unconscious form, their wings fluttering as they took to the sky once more. Eitr's small, fragile frame lay limp in their arms, and they moved with swift determination.
As they flew back toward the castle of Freyr and Freyja, the dreamlike landscape of Alfheimr shimmered around them, but none of them were focused on the beauty of their realm. All their attention was on the mysterious girl they had just found, and what her sudden appearance might mean for the Realm of Dreams.
Emblems And Heroes
A Fire Emblem Heroes x Fire Emblem Engage Crossover
Chapter 26: Battle in a Ghost Town!
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