So we will be having a little bit of a time skip. I had to line a few things up plot wise for it to make sense. So this will be about three month time skip since Amid joined the familia. Meaning the whole story will have now taken place over the course of 6 months.

Ais has been an adventurer for about a year and Bell has been an adventurer for 6 months.

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Part 1: Restless Desires

Everything had been going smoothly for several months, Ais had seen her status start to grow rapidly from Riveria's teachings, Alfia's training, Dungeon Diving with Bell, and Gareth's admonishments about taking care of one's weapons after she came home after having meet Tsubaki.

Despite that, her progress has started to stall drastically. When she used to gain dozens of points a a day, she was now lucky to gain a dozen. As the days pasted her frustrations began to mount and they promoted her to ever greater heights of recklessness.

Having run out of tears to shed, Ais continued to throw herself into battle day in and day out. She advocated for taking longer quests and at deeper floors. Sometimes her requests were granted by the group and sometimes they weren't and it left her feeling frustrated. Despite that frustration her status continued to grow so she felt fulfilled during those day until:

Ais Wallenstein

Age 14

Level 1

Strength: D-589- D-592
Endurance: D – 580 - D-582
Dexterity: A-825- 826
Agility: A-850-854
Magic: I-0

Ais stared at the parchment in her hands, her golden eyes narrowing. The numbers and letters stared back, mocking her. Loki's scrawled notations confirmed it—her progress had slowed to a crawl. The once-steady advancement had stopped.

"Grr," she growled, her voice low and rough with frustration. Her fingers curled tighter around the parchment, crumpling it.

"It's too low…" the thought crossed her mind

Finn stepped closer, his calm presence a contrast to the storm brewing within her. His gaze softened as he met hers. "Ais, this is the path we all followed. Don't take it too hard."

Riveria chimed in with a measured tone. "As you master your ability, your rate of development naturally slows. It's not as though you've hit your ceiling. Growth is still possible—it's just… different now."

"Exactly!" Loki chimed, her irreverent energy a poor match for Ais's mood. "That's just how a status works. Everyone hits this point eventually, even the best. Maybe especially the best." She grinned, her teeth flashing as if this were some kind of inside joke Ais should appreciate.

The words washed over Ais. They spoke sense, logic even, but it didn't change what she felt. For months, every battle, every triumph had brought leaps in her status. Each increase had been a tangible reminder that she was moving forward, closer to her goals. Now? Now those leaps had shrunk to increments so small they felt meaningless.

She looked down again at the sheet in her hand. As. Multiple. The highest rank in her attributes wasn't enough to feel like progress anymore. There was no euphoria this time, no rush of validation. Only emptiness. And doubt.

Ais exhaled sharply and crumpled the parchment in her hand. She turned away, pacing toward the edge of the room where the sunlight spilled in through a window. Her status was a reminder of the warrior she was trying to be. The warrior she HAD to be.

What had changed? The battles hadn't grown any easier. If anything, they had become harder. The foes she faced now required everything she had. But now, no matter how many monsters she felled, how much effort she poured into her training, it wasn't enough to feel that sense of… progress.

Her steps slowed as she reached the window. Beyond it, the world stretched vast and wide. Somewhere out there, somewhere in the Dungeon, lay answers—challenges that could reignite her growth.

Her fingers brushed the cool stone of the window ledge as she stared out into the horizon.

Finn's voice broke through her thoughts, steady and certain. "It's a test, Ais. This wall you're facing—it's not here to stop you. It's here to make you stronger. You've done incredible things already. Don't forget that. Yours is the fastest growth I have ever seen."

Ais didn't reply, but her gaze didn't waver from the distance. For now, she would let her companions think their words had reached her. But in her heart, the decision was already made.

"As one approaches the upper limits of the status, their rate of growth slows. This has happened to all of us. There is no need to worry." Riveria reassured Ais.

Ais's thoughts churned as she stared at the crumpled status paper in her hand. The numbers didn't lie. They sat there, mocking her. 999. The number loomed in her mind, an unbreakable ceiling. She had fought, bled, and trained relentlessly, yet here she was, at a standstill nowhere near the limit.

No one had ever broken past it. Not a single adventurer, mortal, or legend was ever publicly announced as having broken past the limit. Even when the gods were questioned, they had all confirmed it with maddening indifference. This was the limit of status. It had always been this way. Always.

The cold air of early winter seeped into the room as a reminder of how long it had been since she joined the Loki Familia. Nearly twelve months, twelve months of progress—until now. Now, she faced a wall she didn't know how to climb.

The words escaped her lips before she fully realized she had spoken them. "Level up."

The air in the room grew tense. The expressions of her companions—Finn, Riveria, Gareth, and Loki—shifted subtly, but Ais caught their flicker of hesitation.

Riveria, was the first to answer. "Leveling up is not something an adventurer simply does. There are steps to this process, steps that must be followed."

Gareth leaned back in his chair, his tone gruff but calm. "She's right, lass. You just need to keep doing what you've been doing—delving into the Dungeon, honing your skills. I know it's frustrating, but that's the fastest way."

Loki grinned, though her voice carried uncharacteristic seriousness. "You can't rush this, Ais. Take it slow, deliberate. That's how you've gotten this far."

Riveria's gaze grew sharper, though her words were tempered by concern. "We've seen countless adventurers lose themselves to impatience. They rush, thinking they can force a breakthrough, only to self-destruct. Please, Ais. Be careful."

But their reassurances felt hollow, like water slipping through her fingers. Ais's hands tightened around the paper, her knuckles whitening. Her chest burned with something deeper than frustration. Anger, hot and insistent, coiled in her stomach. Their words—calm, measured, deliberate—felt like chains holding her back.

What were they trying to protect her from? Or worse, what were they hiding?

"I want to get stronger," she thought, the words echoing in her mind with mounting intensity. "I need to get stronger." Her heart raced as the image of it filled her mind. The monster, the thing she had sworn to destroy, loomed large in her memory. The monster that stolen her happiness.

Her teeth clenched as she thought "I don't have time to stand still."

The weight of her stagnation pressed down on her like a physical force. This was the first wall she had ever faced that she couldn't tear down with her sword or her will alone. It wasn't just blocking her—it was mocking her, denying her the fulfillment of her deepest wish. The people around her, her familia, couldn't understand. Their words, though meant to comfort, only fanned the flames of her impatience.

She didn't want patience. She wanted results.

Without a word, Ais stormed out of the office, dropping the status sheet as her boots echoing sharply against the stone floor. The cold air outside bit at her skin, but it wasn't enough to cool the fire burning inside her. Her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths as her thoughts spiraled. They were keeping something from her. She could feel it.

She wouldn't let this stop her. If her familia wouldn't help her find the answer, she would find them herself. The wall she faced wasn't unbreakable. It couldn't be. She refused to believe it. She would find a way to break through not matter what. No matter what it took, no matter what she had to do, she would find it.

Guild:

Ais strode into the Guild Hall, her boots clicking sharply against the polished stone floor. The chatter of adventurers around her, the rhythmic scratching of pens on parchment, and the faint clink of coins exchanging hands barely registered in her mind. She had a singluar focus as she approached the counter where the red-haired werewolf, Rose, stood.

Rose glanced up from her papers, her amber eyes flicking briefly over Ais before settling into a casual stare. "What can I do for you, Miss Wallenstein?"

"How do I rank up?" Ais demanded.

Rose's ears twitched, and she raised an eyebrow. She tilted her head, her demeanor cool as she replied, "I don't know. Isn't it just something that happens when you go down into the Dungeon? Fight, train, survive. That's the gist of it."

The nonchalant tone grated on Ais, her frustration bubbling to the surface. She leaned in, her golden eyes narrowing as she glared at Rose. "I WANT AN ANSWER."

The werewolf's casual expression faded, replaced by a serious, almost pitying look. She straightened, her hands resting firmly on the counter as she met Ais's glare with a steady gaze. "I don't know," she repeated, her tone measured, "but even if I did… I wouldn't tell you. Not like this."

The words hit like a slap, and Ais's mask of stoicism faltered, desperation flickering across her face.

Rose's voice lowered, her amber eyes hardening. "You're not ready. I won't have your blood on my hands."

The room felt heavier. Rose didn't flinch under Ais's gaze. For a moment, the two were locked in a silent standoff, the air between them tense and thick with unspoken meaning.

Ais's breath hitched, her hands tightening into fists at her sides. Her chest burned with frustration, anger, and something else—something colder, more biting. The weight of Rose's words pressed down on her.

Rose's demeanor shifted, her serious tone giving way to something more brisk, almost dismissive. "Now, if you're done here, I've got other adventurers to help. Also Evilus has been acting suspicious lately. You shouldn't be loitering around on your own. Head back to your Familia."

Ais stared at her, the words sinking in like stones. Without another word, she turned and walked away from the counter, her jaw tight as she bit back the bitter taste of failure. The hall around her blurred as she exited, her mind racing. Rose's refusal didn't just sting—it deepened the sense that the answers she sought were always just out of reach.

Ais moved briskly through the Guild's wide front garden, the crunch of gravel beneath her boots the only sound she allowed herself to focus on. The carefully maintained paths and rows of hedges were a blur; her mind raced too fast to notice the beauty around her. Frustration and determination churned in her chest, each step feeding the fire inside her.

A voice called out, smooth and lilting, cutting through the quiet. "Are you the Doll Princess?"

Ais stopped and turned. Standing before her was a strikingly beautiful goddess with long, raven-black hair that shimmered in the sunlight. Her emerald-green eyes seemed to gleam with a knowing light. Beside her stood a man—a human with fiery red hair and piercing red eyes. Something about him set Ais instantly on edge, and her hand moved instinctively toward her sword.

The goddess raised a delicate hand, her smile as composed as her tone. "Ah, no need to worry about my dear Vito here. He's merely my escort."

Ais didn't relax, her golden eyes narrowing. She had seen enough deities meddling in mortal affairs to know when one was about to waste her time. Assuming this was another such moment, she turned to leave.

"You were asking about leveling up earlier, weren't you?"

The words froze Ais mid-step. She stood rigid, her back to the goddess, her mind racing. Slowly, she turned around, watching as the goddess's smile grew slightly wider, a glint of mischief flashing in her eyes before she quickly masked it.

"By chance," the goddess continued, her voice velvet-smooth, "are you worried about your growth after your status hit its limit?"

Ais felt her breath hitch, her hands balling into fists at her sides. She stared at the goddess in stunned silence as the woman's words pierced directly into her thoughts.

"And let me guess," the goddess went on, stepping closer with unhurried grace, "no one will tell you how to level up, no matter how much you ask or how hard you try. Does that sound about right?"

Ais's legs felt rooted to the spot as she nodded, trembling slightly. How did this goddess know so much about her struggles? Her composure cracked further as the goddess stepped even closer, leaning in until their eyes were level. The goddess's emerald gaze seemed to look straight through her.

"Shall I tell you how to level up?" the goddess asked

Ais's eyes widened, her heart racing, but her eyes remained narrowed in suspicion. "?!"

"Now, now," the goddess added lightly, "there's no need to be suspicious. Guiding children is a god's duty, after all. That's just common sense, isn't it?"

Ais hesitated for only a moment before speaking. "...Will you really… tell me?"

The goddess placed a hand on her chest, her expression softening. "I swear upon all that I preside over: I won't lie to you."

Something in Ais broke. She didn't care why the goddess had appeared or what her true motives were. She leaned in, her desperation raw and unguarded. "Please tell me!"

"Sounds good to me," the goddess said with a sly smile. "As for my name, well, best to keep that a secret for now. Don't want to ruin the big reveal later, do we? I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about me."

Ais nodded without hesitation, her focus entirely on the answer she sought.

The goddess leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper as the two stood in the quiet corner of the garden. "The condition for sublimating our Blessing… is to accomplish a great feat. To level up, you must defeat something greater than yourself. Something that forces you to surpass your limits."

Ais's eyes widened as the words struck her like lightning. Her heart raced with renewed purpose. Without waiting for anything more, she turned and ran, her boots pounding against the gravel as she sprinted toward the Dungeon.

The goddess remained where she was, watching with a smile that lingered far too long. Her emerald eyes glimmered as she spoke softly to herself. "Good luck, Doll Princess."

Back in the Guild's Front Garden.

Vito's laughter was soft and mocking, his red eyes glinting; "Heehee. That was a wonderful game you just played."

The goddess beside him, Eris, turned her head slightly, her raven hair shifting over her shoulder. Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief as her lips curled into a sly smile.

"Who, me?" she said, her tone dripping with feigned innocence. "I don't know what you mean, Vito. I merely fulfilled my duty, guiding a lost child to exactly what she desired."

Her smirk deepened, and for a fleeting moment, the malice behind her calm veneer broke through.

Vito chuckled, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Of course, Goddess. Only ever doing your duty."

They walked on, the sound of their footsteps blending into the hum of Orario's bustling streets. The marketplace around them was alive with activity, vendors calling out their wares and adventurers moving purposefully in small groups. The scents of fresh bread, spiced meats, and hot oil wafted through the cool air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of nearby smithies. Eris and Vito moved through the crowd with deliberate ease, their presence drawing no attention as they wove between stalls.

As they rounded a corner, they came upon a group standing near a modest vendor's stand. Eris's emerald eyes flicked toward them, sharp and calculating. Bell Cranel stood at the center, his bright white hair making him instantly recognizable. Beside him were two of the Astraea Familia girls, their armor gleaming faintly in the light, and Riveria of the Loki familia.

Eris slowed her pace, tilting her head slightly toward Vito as she gestured toward a nearby stall. They stopped, pretending to examine a display of trinkets while keeping their ears attuned to the conversation. Vito's lips twitched into a smirk as he casually picked up a small, polished gemstone, rolling it between his fingers. The duo began to listen in on the conversation.

Midnight Garden:

While Ais was having her status updated, Bell sat at the wooden table, finishing the last bite of his breakfast. The sunlight streamed through the windows of the Erebus Familia's dining hall lent a warm glow to the room, though his focus remained inward. He had been training tirelessly, pushing himself harder than ever before.

Across the table, Erebus set his empty cup down, his dark eyes glinting with curiosity. "Alright, Bell, let's see your latest status update," he said, his voice carrying the quiet authority of a god who rarely needed to raise it.

"Sure thing, Lord Erebus," Bell replied, standing up from the bench. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a lithe frame marked by countless hours of combat and endurance training.

Erebus gestured for Bell to turn around and unlocked the divine script of the falna etched on his back. The mystical seal shimmered faintly, its complex lines and glyphs pulsating with a soft light as the god began the update. As Erebus's fingers moved the familia's emblem emereged of a set of the great black pillars of the underworld emerged upon Bell's back. His expression remained neutral but attentive as he read the evolving record of Bell's achievements.

Bell Cranel

Human

Each Additional S will represent an interval of 200 status points: So

SS: 1,000-1,199

SSS: 1,200-1,399

SSSS: 1,400-1,600

Age 13
Lvl 1
Strength: SS-1100 -SS-1156
Endurance: SSS-1396 -SSSS-1426
Dexterity: SS-1042 - SS -1098
Agility: SSSS-1480 - SSSS-1485
Magic: SSS- 1325 -SSS-1350

Magic

[Satanas Version] (Inherited)

Skills:

[Realis Phrase-Crystallization of Desires]

As long as owner has a strong desire and goal, he will grow stronger according to his desires

Copy (Inherited)

Allows its user to replicate the movements and actions the user has observed once

[Inheritance of Talent]

User has monstrous talent and will surpassing the Incarnation of Talent herself.

The dining hall was quiet as Erebus sat back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he studied the glowing script of Bell's status update. His dark eyes flicked over the numbers and notes, lingering on the newest line of text. Finally, he let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Absolutely ludicrous. I can never get over how ridiculous your status is, Bell," Erebus said, his tone a mix of amusement and amazement.

Bell shifted uncomfortably, pulling his shirt over his shoulder but leaving it off.

"What do you mean, Lord Erebus?" Amid asked as she stepped into the room, her steps faltering when she saw Bell bare-chested.

"Excuse me," she murmured while a faint blush crept across her cheeks as she quickly averted her eyes.

Erebus raised an eyebrow at Bell, who gave him a small, understanding nod. With a slight smirk, Erebus held out the glowing status sheet to Amid. "Here, take a look."

Curious despite herself, Amid reached out and took the parchment, her amethyst eyes scanning the Koine status sheet. Her hands trembled slightly as her gaze moved over the numbers, her expression shifting from confusion to outright shock.

"How?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Erebus leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. "Simply put, Bell has an original skill that allows him and those closest to him to break through the usual limits of the status system. The stronger their desire, the greater their growth. It's as straightforward as that."

Amid's eyes widened, and she looked at Erebus in disbelief. "Really? Then… I can…?"

Erebus gave a small nod, his expression turning serious. "It's possible. Your growth will depend entirely on what you desire and how powerful that desire truly is. The fundamental question that you must ask yourself is how much pain are you willing to bear to make your dreams a reality."

The words hung in the air, heavy with possibility. Amid closed her eyes for a moment, her expression shifting to one of determination.

"What is your desire, Captain Cr…"Amid started to speak, her voice uncertain but grateful.

Bell held up a hand, his expression earnest. "Please, call me Bell. We are a familia now."

"Very well, Bell," she nodded, her blush returning, as she said shyly

"Thank you, Amid," he replied as he smiled warmly.

Erebus watched the exchange, lifting a single eyebrow in amusement.

"So what is your wish, Bell?" Amid asked

"I wish to kill the One-Eyed Black Dragon." Bell responded.

Amid's breath hitched and shiver ran down her spine before she was able to compose herself enough to respond.

"I see," she said at last. "Then I will not disappoint either of you." She handed the parchment back to Erebus with a formal bow.

Erebus accepted it and returned the document to the pile on his desk. "Good. An exceptional healer will be of great benefit, especially given the times we're heading into. You'll be critical to the future."

Amid straightened, her resolve clear in her posture. Erebus tilted his head, offering a faint smile. "Now, would you like an update as well?" he asked.

"Yes," Amid replied, glancing down as she began to unzip the back of her dress. "I believe it has been a few days since the last one."

Erebus nodded, turning his attention to her as she moved to stand before him. The back of her dress slipped just enough to reveal her bare shoulders and the faint shimmer of her falna. Erebus placed his hand above the divine mark, his fingers moving with practiced precision as he unlocked the script.

After a moment, Erebus withdrew his hand, the light fading as he finished.

"Your progress is solid. This is very solid progress for having been an adventurer for a few months. You magic stat alone qualifies you to be eligible for a rank up. I see Alfia is really utilizing your ability as a healer" he said at which both Amid and Bell shiver. "You're growing steadily. But as I said, if you wish to accelerate further, it will depend on how deeply you're willing to push yourself."

Amid Teasanare

Human

Age 14
Lvl 1
Strength: H-189 - G-206
Endurance: F-356 -F-396
Dexterity: G- 200 - G-234
Agility: F-329- F-369
Magic: E- 498 - D-550

Magic:

Dia Fratel:

Properties: Healing magic capable of healing anything such as wounds, stamina, status ailments, and curses within a 5-meter radius. Once cast, the magic stays behind for a certain amount of time as a barrier of light, continuously healing anything that's in its effect range. Caster can also selectively choose which effects the magic will have when cast.

Chant: [Healing droplets, tears of light, eternal sanctuary. Compose a medicinal hymn-three hundred, sixty, and five. The melody of the healer's almanac saves all things. Come, destruction of evil. The burial of wounds, interment of disease. Curses be gone in the light of vitality. In the name of all that is holy - I heal you]

Skills:

N/A

"Truly, you have a kind heart," he said. His voice carried a weight that made Amid pause, her face growing warm. "Only a heart like that could manifest such a spell."

Amid's cheeks flushed deeper as she replied softly; "Thank you, Lord Erebus,"

Bell, who had been observing the exchange, straightened, and glanced toward Amid.

"We should prepare for the Dungeon today," he said "I think it would be best to raise your status as quickly as possible. That way, you can help more people."

With the status updates complete and their plans set, Bell and Amid made their way to the training yard. Alfia having already started Lili's instruction caused the crisp air to be filled with the sounds of clashing steel and determined voices from adventurers. Amid adjusted her grip on the staff she carried, her eyes flicking over the other fighters with a mixture of apprehension and resolve.

Not long after they arrived, members of the Astraea Familia joined them. They had all but adopted Amid as their little sister since her arrival, offering guidance and encouragement without hesitation.

Kaguya, in her usual teasing fashion, approached Amid first, ruffling her hair playfully. "You ready to get started, kid?"

Amid smiled, a little more at ease in their presence. "I am ready," she said, her voice steady but kind.

Alise, the Astraea Familia's leader, stepped forward with her signature grin. "Good answer. Let's see what you've got."

The training yard quickly became a flurry of activity. Bell worked alongside Amid, demonstrating techniques and offering encouragement as she practiced. The Astraea Familia provided their own brand of support, blending teasing remarks with genuine advice. Amid's focus never wavered, her desire to grow evident in every strike and counter she attempted.

Erebus watched from a distance, leaning against the fence with his arms crossed. His expression was unreadable, though a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he observed his familia and their allies working together. It wasn't until the sun reached just before midday that the group prepared for their Dungeon Dive today.

Dungeon Trip

The group moved through the crowded streets, their path winding toward Central Square. Amid, Lili, Bell, Celty, and Kaguya walked in a loose formation, each caught in their own thoughts. The city was alive with its usual buzz—the clamor of merchants, the chatter of citizens, and the clop of hooves against cobblestone. It wasn't until the were approaching Central Plaza and the entrance to the Dungeon that they were approached by someone.

"Celty." Riveria's voice was calm but carried a weight that made the words seem like a summons.

"Lady Riveria, how may I assist you?" Celty asked, the words tumbling out quicker than she intended as her gaze flicked uneasily to Bell.

The tension between the two was palpable, as Riveria's eyes flickered briefly to Celty before settling on Bell "I have a favor to ask. Have you seen Ais around?"

"I… I haven't seen her, no," she replied, trailing off uncertainly.

"She wasn't at training, either," Bell added, his voice steady but lacking the warmth it normally carried.

Riveria's expression softened, but the flicker of disappointment in her eyes remained as she spoke. "I see. Thank you, Captain Cranel. If you should come across her, please let me know. I'll continue searching the city myself."

Bell nodded. "Fine."

"I appreciate it," Riveria said, her tone thoughtful as she turned to leave. She glanced back at Bell once more, her gaze lingering a moment longer than necessary. It was a silent plea, a hope for reconciliation that Bell could not return. With a final nod, Riveria walked away, blending into the flow of the city.

Lili, who had been silently watching the exchange, finally spoke up. "You think she'll find Ais?"

Bell's gaze remained fixed ahead, his thoughts elsewhere. "I don't know."

Turning back to the group, Bell exhaled slowly, the weight of the moment settling in.

"Amid," he said, his voice firm, "I'm sorry, but we're going to put raising your status on hold for now. We need to find Ais."

Amid's face tightened, disappointment flickering across his features, but she said nothing and merely nodded.

"Alright," Kaguya said from the rear, "We'll find her, then. Let's make sure we're ready when we do."

The group moved toward the entrance to the Dungeon, their expressions a mix of determination and concern. Amid walked alongside Bell, while beside her, Celty adjusted her gear, her gaze darting between the members of the party as if gauging their readiness. Kaguya walked with an easy confidence at thee rear of the party.

As they reached the entrance of the Dungeon, they spotted Aki leaning casually against the wall of the building. Her arms were crossed, but her eyes had been scanning the crowd for them. She pushed off the stone as they approached.

"Finally found you," Aki said, her voice cool but tinged with relief. "I heard you were heading down today."

Bell nodded as he spoke; "We are. There's a change in plans, though. Lady Riveria asked us to look for Ais. We'll start on the 10th floor and work our way down."

Aki raised an eyebrow, her stance shifting slightly. "You think she went down here alone?"

"Probably. She's frustrated," Bell replied, "Her growth must have stalled, and if I'm right, she's looking for a way to break through. Something like an Infant Dragon would be her target—dangerous, but possible. If she's not careful, though…"

"She could get herself killed," Kaguya finished for him, her tone light but her gaze serious. "Bold move, hunting solo for a feat like that. Brave or reckless—hard to say with her."

Amid glanced between the others, her hands tightening on the strap of her bag. "If she's truly alone, she may need us."

Bell's expression softened for a moment as he met Amid's gaze. "Exactly. We'll move carefully, but quickly."

Kaguya clapped her hands together with an air of finality. "Good. Let's move, then. No time to waste."

The group entered the Dungeon, their footsteps echoing faintly against the rough stone walls as they descended. The air grew heavier with each level they passed, the familiar mix of tension and adrenaline settling over them.

Bell led the group, keeping a watchful eye on the paths ahead. Amid followed closely behind, ready to use her healing powers if needed. Aki and Celty were positioned at the sides, their weapons at the ready. Lili walked in the middle of the group, while Kaguya brought up the rear. They moved cautiously, prepared for any potential danger that may arise.

Meanwhile:

The air in the Dungeon grew thick with the stench of sulfur and the sharp scent of blood. The stone walls of the 10th Floor seemed to close in as the massive creature loomed over the lone figure. A roar, guttural and deafening, shattered the silence.

"RAWRRR"

The monster, its eyes gleaming with a cruel, ancient malice, raised its long serpentine neck, towering above the girl. Its scales shimmered darkly as it gazed at the adventurer before it.

"I FOUND YOU!" The voice that rang out was ragged, hoarse, its owner barely visible in the shadow of the beast.

The girl didn't flinch. Her blonde hair, soaked in sweat, whipped behind her as she crouched low, her eyes locked on the creature in front of her. A flicker of determination sparked within her. Without hesitation, she lunged forward, her body a blur of motion.

"RAWRRR!" The dragon's roar split the air, its jaws snapping as it swung its massive head toward her. The sound of its heavy feet thundering against the stone floor reverberated through the Dungeon.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Each footfall sent tremors through the ground, and the air seemed to vibrate with the weight of the beast's power. The floor beneath her shook as it charged forward with terrifying speed, its eyes locked on her as if it could feel the pulse of her blood.

"GAHHH!" The girl's scream echoed, fierce and full of fury. She didn't hesitate—didn't falter. Her sword was drawn, its blade gleaming even in the dim light of the Dungeon. The edge of it caught the faint glow from the ceiling as she surged forward, her feet skimming across the ground, aiming straight for the heart of the beast.

The creature's tail lashed out in a blur of motion, smashing against the stone with a deafening crack. She ducked under the blow, feeling the wind from it whip across her face. Her pulse pounded in her ears, but her focus never wavered. She was close now.

The dragon's eyes narrowed, its chest swelling with a deep breath as it prepared to unleash its fire.

But the girl was already there.

With a roar that matched the beast's own, she dove forward, sword held high. The clash that followed was brutal, a flurry of scales and steel. Her sword bit into the thick hide of the creature, but it barely slowed the dragon's movements. The beast howled in pain, but the girl pressed on, dodging the claws that swiped at her, weaving through the violent storm of its attacks.

After Bell and company have left:

"Well. Well. Now that is a very interesting conversation." Eris paused, her eyes narrowing as she considered the exchange. Her fingers drummed lightly against vendor's stall, her thoughts shifting beneath the calm surface of her expression.

Vito, standing a few paces behind her, tilted his head in confusion. "How so, Goddess? It seemed to me that the princess was merely ordering around another elf."

Eris smiled, though there was no warmth in it. "Yes, that is how it would seem. But tell me, Vito… if the elf princess was talking to that other elf, then why was she looking Bell in the eyes the entire time?"

Vito blinked, his brow furrowing in thought. He had not picked up on that detail. He had been focused on the more obvious parts of the conversation—the princess's sharp tone, the way she commanded respect. But now, with Eris's words lingering in his mind, he realized something. "I… don't know," he admitted, his voice uncertain.

Eris gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. "Exactly. That is what makes this interesting. The princess's eyes weren't on the elf at all. They were on Bell. Tell me, Vito, how often does a member of Loki fmilia show such attention to a member of the Erebus familia?"

Vito's silence spoke volumes. The two familias should have hated each other after everything that had transpired between the fractions over the years.

"Vito," Eris continued, her voice taking on a more commanding tone. "Go follow them. See what happens. This… will be very interesting. That's what my intuition is telling me."

Vito, never one to question Eris when she spoke with such certainty, nodded quickly. "Of course." Without another word, he turned and hurried off in the direction the group had gone, his footsteps fading into the bustling noise of the street.

Alone now, Eris slowed her pace, her gaze lifting to the sky as she walked. She could feel the threads of fate weaving together, pulling toward something that she had yet to fully grasp. But she could sense it—something was shifting, something important. She wasn't the type to miss such things.

Her lips curled into a sly smile. Schemes, plots, and manipulation, she thrived in the midst of them. But this… this was something new. The princess's strange focus on Bell, Eris didn't know what it meant yet, but she would find out.

And when she did, she would use it to her advantage. Because if there was one thing Eris knew for certain, it was that every moment in the game could be turned to her favor, if only she was patient enough to wait.

Dungeon 10th Floor

Bell and his group cautiously made their way through the 10th Floor, carefully scanning the shadows among the sharp rocks and landforms. The Dungeon's eerie noises reverberated through the until, a different sound pierced through the air, a deep, guttural roar that thundered in their ears. It was soon followed by another, more primal human cry, followed by the clashing of steel against scales.

Without hesitation, Bell's hand instinctively reached for his sword as he whispered, "This way." His companions nodded in agreement and they took off in the direction of the noise, their feet pounding against the stone floor.

With each step, the sounds grew louder – metal clashing, monstrous cries. The tension in the air was palpable, practically vibrating with danger. But the group pushed on, moving faster and faster towards the source of the commotion.

As they rounded the hill, they were met with a shocking sight, Ais standing alone in an open space, her blonde hair wild and matted with blood. In front of her stood an Infant Dragon, covered in deep wounds and lashing out with its claws towards Ais.

The battle between them was fierce, but it was clear that Ais had the upper hand. With determination in her eyes, she dodged the dragon's attacks and delivered a fatal blow to its chest , directly into its magic stone.

The Infant Dragon let out one final roar before collapsing into ash at Ais's feet. Exhausted and wounded, she dropped to her knees, her sword falling from her grasp.

But then, just when it seemed like all danger had passed, a new sound caught their attention. A wall on the opposite side of the chamber began to tremble and crack. Soon after emerged a group of monsters from within the cracks – Infant Dragons, Silverbacks, Bad Bats, and Hard Armadillos.

The first one to emerge from the crumbling wall was the baby dragon, its eyes glaring down at the girl in front of it. It seemed to recognize that she had just killed one of its own kind. With a roar that shook the air around them, it broke free and let out an angry cry.

"RAWRWRWR!" The sound echoed through the Dungeon, causing the ground to tremble beneath their feet.

Ais, still weakened from her battle with the Infant Dragon, struggled to rise to her feet. She reached for her sword but could barely lift it as the monsters closed in on her. As she rose Ais turned just in time to see the dragon whip its tail with lightning speed. The impact sent her flying across the floor as her ribs cracked and her body bounced off the hard ground. She crashed into several landform trees before finally coming to a stop, leaving a trail of blood in her wake. With the first strike the monsters began to close in

Kaguya's eyes widened in horror at the sight of Ais being thrown like a ragdoll. Without hesitation, she sprinted towards her fallen comrade, her feet pounding against the Dungeon's floor.

"Stay close!" she called out to the rest of the group as she moved swiftly and deliberately.

The rest of the group followed quickly, Bell's eyes fixed on the chaos unfolding. He could already hear more monsters approaching - there was no time to waste. They needed to act fast.

Kaguya reached Ais first, her sharp reflexes carrying her across the battlefield. With lightning-fast slashes, she took down each monster that circled around the fallen girl.

"AMID. Start your chanting NOW!" Kaguya commanded, never losing focus as she cleared the area around Ais.

Amid hesitated for a moment, fear and uncertainty evident in her wide eyes. "I can't do concurrent chanting yet," she admitted, her voice tight.

"It's okay, I've got you," Bell reassured her firmly. Before Amid could protest, he scooped her up into his arms. Though embarrassed by this display, Amid didn't argue - there was no time for that. As Bell dodged an attack from a Silverback, Amid steadied herself and closed her eyes to begin the chant.

Healing droplets, tears of light, eternal sanctuary. Compose a medicinal hymn—three hundred, sixty, and five. The melody of the healer's almanac saves all things.

The words rang in the air.

Bell wove through the monsters as Amid continued her chant, each syllable flowing smoother now. He could hear the sounds of combat around them, but his focus remained solely on getting to Ais. He could see her ahead, lying in a twisted heap. The sight made his stomach twist with dread.

When they reached her, Bell's heart sank. Ais was barely conscious, her body covered in blood. Her arm hung limp at her side, and her right leg was bent at an unnatural angle. Blood trickled from her mouth as she coughed, her chest heaving with each shallow breath.

Come, destruction of evil. The burial of wounds, interment of disease.

Amid's voice, still chanting, rang clearly through the turmoil. Bell didn't hesitate. He gently set Amid down and immediately rushed to Ais's side, his hands moving with urgency. He rolled her over onto her side, his eyes scanning her injuries, making sure she wouldn't choke on her own blood.

Curses be gone in the light of vitality. In the name of all that is holy - I heal you.

Bell kept his hands on Ais, his breath shallow, as Amid's chant reached its crescendo. A soft, white circle of light began to form around them, glowing with a pure, calming radiance. As the circle solidified, the light radiated outward, and Ais's injuries began to heal. The wounds closed slowly, the bleeding stopping, her skin knitting back together.

Ais stirred, her eyes fluttering open. Bell could feel the tension leave his body as she regained consciousness.

"Bell… What happened?" Her voice was raspy, weak, but the edge of her usual strength remained. "I was fighting an infant dragon…"

"You killed it," Bell said, his voice steady but filled with concern. "But a monster party spawned. One of them, another infant dragon, hit you with its tail. You went flying. Stay still. Amid's magic is taking care of your injuries."

Ais winced, trying to push herself up despite her grogginess. "Good. I have to keep fighting." She tried to stand but her legs wobbled, her balance off.

Bell stood frozen, his hand still extended toward Ais, whose eyes blazed. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with exhaustion, but there was no surrender in her. She jerked away from him, shoving past his grip as if her very life depended on it.

"Ais, you can't. We need to get you to the surface. You're in no condition to fight."

"NO! I HAVE TO FIGHT!" Ais's scream shattered the tension, her voice raw with desperation. The force of her outburst made the group flinch in shock.

Bell's heart tightened at the desperation in her voice.

"Ais, please, we need to get you to the surface," he pleaded, his voice shaking. "You're in no condition to fight."

But she didn't listen. Her jaw clenched, her fists tightening in the air, and with a sharp cry, she surged tried to break Bel's grasp. Bell was stronger, though—he caught her arm before she could get more than a few steps.

"Ais," he said again, softer this time, pulling her back, his voice full of regret. "Your weapons, your armor—they're destroyed. You can't—"

Ais froze, her breath hitching. Her gaze snapped to him, wide with disbelief. She stared at his hands, holding her firmly but gently, then up to his face. Her pulse quickened as realization hit her like a crashing wave.

Bell's Status had surpassed her own substantially.

She couldn't break free, couldn't move. Bell's grip, though gentle, was unyielding. A single thought possessed her as her mind reeled.

"How?" she whispered, more to herself than to him, though he heard it clearly.

Bell shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, his eyes darkening slightly. "I'm sorry, Ais," he murmured, the words thick in his throat. "I... can't tell you that."

The silence hung heavy between them. Ais's lips pressed into a thin line as she stepped back, the reality settling in like ice in her veins. She wanted to argue, to demand an explanation, but the words stuck in her throat.

She turned sharply, not bothering to look back. Her feet moved on their own, her body still aching, but she couldn't stop now.

Bell let her go. He didn't try to stop her again, but his heart ached as he watched her move toward the tunnel that led upward.

"Thank goodness. I was worried there." he muttered under his breath, his voice barely a whisper.

"And you should be," came a voice from behind him.

Kaguya's face was severe as she fell into step beside him. "I've seen that look before. The one she had when she left." Her gaze flicked over to the others, who were already hurrying ahead to catch up with Ais. "It's a look of obsession."

Bell merely looked at the ground as he averted his eyes.

"So you noticed too, huh, Little Rabbit?" she asked

"Yeah," Bell said, exhaling in frustration. "Ais is always pushing herself too hard."

"The same could be said of you, you know," she said, and before Bell could protest, she slung an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug.

Bell's eyes widened, a stuttered "What?!" escaping his lips as Kaguya pressed his head against her chest.

Her arms were surprisingly gentle, her touch not teasing but soft as she ran her fingers through his hair. He was too stunned to do much more than blink, his mind short-circuiting from the unexpected warmth.

"You should learn to relax," Kaguya murmured, her voice quiet for once. "You push yourself too hard, too."

Bell blinked, flushed, and awkwardly shuffled his feet, not quite sure how to react. "Th-thank you, Kaguya. I... I'll try."

She smiled down at him, her hand giving his shoulder a brief, comforting pat before she let go. Her usual mischievous air was still there, but now there was something else—a quiet understanding. They both understood that Ais wasn't the only one pushing too far. Without another word, the two of them turned and began walking back toward the others.

In Knossos

The thick, lingering haze of dusk clung to the stone walls, the shadows stretching across the worn flagstones like forgotten memories. Eris stood tall, her robes whispering with each movement, her gaze piercing the air before her, as though it could reveal hidden truths. Vito, kneeling at her side, lowered his head, eyes not meeting hers but watching the flicker of her expression.

"Goddess Eris," he said, his voice calm but edged with a faint excitement. "I did, in fact, see something interesting in the Dungeon."

Eris did not stir, though her attention sharpened at his words. "Oh? And what was it?"

Vito's lips twisted, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. "The little doll princess appears to have taken your advice. She's trying to kill infant dragons."

Eris raised an eyebrow, but there was no surprise in her response. She had anticipated that the girl would follow through; "I see. And?"

"There's more," Vito pressed, his voice growing heavier with the weight of what he had witnessed. "I saw the captain of the Erebus Familia. He's... he's allied himself with her. The little doll princess. And the little black cat from Loki Familia."

The words hung in the air, thick and strange. Eris' expression hardened, her eyes narrowing before she shouted:

"What?"

Vito's voice remained steady. "I saw it with my own eyes, Goddess. They were partied up—together. Bell Cranel came to the rescue of the doll princess after meeting up with the little black cat. I watched them, all of them go to the rescue of the Doll Princess and save her from a monster party. Based upon their interactions this was not their first time meeting."

The silence that followed was absolute. Eris stood perfectly still, her fingers flexing, her jaw tight. Her thoughts spun in quick, dangerous circles. She had never thought that Bell would make such an alliance.

"Are you sure?" Her voice was low, controlled, but there was something brittle underneath it, like the edge of a knife just before it cut.

Vito nodded. "Yes, Goddess. I assure you."

Eris' lips parted slightly, her mind whirring with possibilities. The pieces were falling into place, until finally a plan clicked into place. She could feel her power gathering, stirring in the depths of her being. A deep, bone-chilling satisfaction curled within her chest.

And then, without warning, a low, almost predatory laugh bubbled up from her throat. It started soft, then grew louder, darker. A ripple of divine energy pulsed outward from her like a storm's first crack of thunder. The air itself seemed to shiver under her touch, and Vito, who had braced himself for her fury, instead felt the sharp thrill of something far more dangerous—her delight.

"Hehehe…" Eris' laughter grew, her eyes gleaming with a new hunger; "How... very interesting."

The power that radiated from her made Vito shudder with a thrill he couldn't fully explain. There was a sweetness in her wrath now, a promise of things to come

"You've done well, Vito. This... will make things very interesting." Eris' voice was calm once more, but beneath it, there was a note of something wild—something that promised great violence in the future.

Vito, kneeling in the presence of such overwhelming power, felt a cold satisfaction of his own.

Eris stood before the ornate table, her fingers tracing the edges of a map that lay sprawled out before her. The city of Orario, its twisting streets and labyrinthine alleys, seemed so small under her touch. Yet, she knew the true power of a city was not in its size, but in the hearts of those who moved within it. And right now, she could feel a scheme coming together.

"This is too perfect," she muttered, more to herself than to anyone else. Her eyes glittered with a predatory gleam as a smile curved at the corners of her mouth, before she spoke "Vito, go find Thanatos and Valletta for me. I have a plan they are is going to love. Tell them we need to call off the plan for tomorrow."

Vito, his expression eager, nodded and darted off without a word. Minutes passed, but it felt longer. The time stretched, just enough to let her thoughts swirl, to sharpen her resolve. It wasn't long before Vito returned, the duo in tow. The god of death had a calm, almost indifferent air about him, but there was a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes as he approached. While Valletta, seemed to be irritated by something.

"Well, what's this new plan?" Thanatos asked, his voice smooth and measured. "Vito seemed giddy about it but wouldn't say anything."

"Tch. What's this about calling off the plan? I was looking forward to butchering some adventurers," Villeta's voice was sharp, filled with impatience as she joined the group, a sneer pulling at her lips.

"Now, now, Villeta. I'm sure Eris has a good alternative. Right?" Thanatos' tone was calm, but there was a certain amusement in his words.

Eris smirked, a flicker of excitement passing through her. "Right," she said, her voice cutting through the room. "I just got some very interesting news from my dear Vito here. And now, I have a much more... wonderful plan. Listen to this." She leaned in, lowering her voice as she shared her new strategy.

As the words left her mouth, the reactions were immediate. Villeta's lips twisted into a grin, a gleam of madness flashing in her eyes. Thanatos, allowed a faint smirk to play at the corners of his mouth.

"HAHHAHAHA! I love it," Villeta cackled, her laughter echoing off the walls. "It's perfect! I get to have my revenge on that shitty PRUM bastard and torment the Astraea bitches. This is going to be fun." She practically hissed the last word, her voice bubbling with dark delight.

"My dear, Eris, this is truly vicious. I love it." Thanatos's voice was soft as he spoke "How did you come up with it? The possibilities... I could guide so many children to their fates with this."

Eris allowed herself a moment of satisfaction, savoring their approval. "Simple, my dear friend," she said, her voice a low purr of confidence. "I am the goddess of strife and discord. I don't fight my opponents head-on. That's for the meatheads like Ares. I scheme. I plot. I pit my enemies against each other, and then I sit back and watch them destroy one another—never even knowing I was involved."

Her smile stretched wider, her eyes glinting with a wild hunger. "It's the perfect game."

"HEHEHE." Villeta leaned forward, her grin widening. "I like this goddess. I'll agree with this plan. It sounds a lot more fun."

"Yes, I do as well." Thanatos's voice was warmer now, filled with a twisted kind of anticipation. "It should provide a great deal of entertainment."

Eris gave a nod of approval, her expression hardening with purpose. "Good. Now, this is what we need to do..." She began outlining the details, her voice steady and deliberate, each word falling into place like the pieces of a puzzle that had finally clicked.

And as she spoke, the plan took shape, the first step in her grand scheme for Orario set into motion. In the city of adventurers, a storm was coming—one they would never see coming until it was too late. Eris, goddess of strife and discord, was ready to watch it all unravel.

Upon the table there was a map of the City of Orario, and there upon the map lay three emblems in arrangement. The Grinning Trickster looking at a set of Ebony Black Pillars while the Winged Sword was caught in the middle.