The four Luxians had just descended to the lowest area of the cave - leading to the
temple. The monsters residing there kept a vigilant eye on the intruders. Some even attacked.
When defeated, they withdrew, acknowledging the strength of the youngsters. In the middle of
the cave, an adamantoise stood still. Its aggressiveness is typically reserved for those it has a
strange sensation towards. In front of it stood an elderly traveler.
The traveler looked to be in the midst of concentration.
"Blizzag…"
"Sir! It's too dangerous to stand there!" admonished the eldest of the group, jumping in the
middle swiftly thanks to an innate knight ability.
The elderly man jumped back at the sudden entry of the four. Then, sensing the guardian about
to move, the five quickly focused.
"An icy movement should placate the creature." The lady of the Luxians stated after having
casted an analysis technique.
Both the eldest and the elderly man focused on "blizzard" and "blizzara" respectively.
The latter was necessary, the elderly man believed, despite the tortoise's defensive nature . In
the little time, the tortoise, sensing that they've won, had reluctantly relented. The group moved
quickly to the far end of the cave, where the exit was.
"Thanks for the help," the elder said, clearing his throat.
"This is Elgo, the wandering prophet. There have been recent disturbances lately near the area
and - for the sake of future - merit some investigation."
His words were earnestly spoken and his voice was simple. There was hardly anything
strange about this speaker, except for where he was located. Even the most rash person of the
Luxian group felt some sense of suspicion.
"Please," supplicated the young lady. "It would be wise to travel in a group."
The boy with his hair back, next to her, nodded his head.
"Really? That would be such a wonderful idea."
"But this is more than that. It's also to make sure that there's zero mischief being planned."
The eldest narrowed his eyes. He might have exuded gentle, feeble vibes from his appearance.
But, in the end, he was a red mage, a title given to those who've managed to approach
expertise in the three different arts. His feathered cap was set upright and his garments were
the true red of red silk. A staff was held in one hand.
As the four left the cave, a view of the crystal temple became enlarged. It was like a
castle. Its blue columns were alternating with white ones. The presence of wildlife near the
patch of grass at the entrance was scarce. From behind the elderly man stared at the four
youngsters, hardly experienced - even the eldest.
The chosen ones are always different from everyone's expectation, he thought.