Floor 9 - Boss - Demonic the Fallen Elf
Mito could admit when she was wrong. She didn't like doing so, no one does, but she could do it. She'd known she was in the wrong regarding Asuna. She'd chosen to make a monumental decision for her, without even so much as asking her first, and then tried to assure herself that it was for the best, that she would be safer, that even if Asuna didn't understand, one day she'd thank her for it. All of which made what had just happened slightly galling to her...
Asuna had just slapped her. Hard enough to not only leave a hand print, but take off about 10 HP too. The worst part about it... Mito wouldn't even deny that she deserved it.
From behind, none of the group could exactly see what had just happened in any detail, but they could see that Asuna was clearly pissed. Actually, that was an understatement in itself, for Jet, the upcoming boss battle was now immensely preferable to the brutalizing he'd inevitably suffer when she worked out that he'd led her here. Asuna unnerved him normally... now though, she may as well have been the scariest thing on Aincrad.
The initial rage died off almost as suddenly as it had come on, and even to the socially inept amongst them, it was painfully obvious that Asuna was struggling to keep her emotions in check. ''Y-you left me.'' She stuttered out, reliving what had happened, and the complete feeling of isolation she'd felt that morning. An isolation that had driven her to the edge, and so very nearly over it.
''Yeah. I-I'm sorry for that, I just-'' Mito paused, realising just how self centered her reasoning was, and that saying it out loud would confirm Asuna's worst opinions about her.
''You just what? Could deal with a newbie like me? Preferred to work alone? I trusted you! And you abandoned me...''
Kirito, now very confused as to what was even going on, noticed the other elephant in the room - Mito's cursor. It was orange. A quick suspicious glance at her, and he walked over to the group, all of whom were watching the unfolding drama in front of them. ''She's an orange player.''
''We know. She was following these two when we came across her.'' Rain answered, as Kirito continued to give her suspicious glances.
''She could be like Morte.''
''She saved my life from Morte. I don't think she's a bad person, Kirito.'' Rain defended her.
''If her story's true, we're gonna have some serious questions to ask ourselves soon.'' Jet answered, an unpleasant and almost foreboding edge to his voice as he did so.
''Wait, you ran into Morte again? When!''
''He attacked a group of players in the forest. We were too late to save them, but one escaped...'' Kirito winced, knowing that both Jet and Koharu were holding onto that particular emotional grenade, and they'd continue to do so until it detonated. ''Morte chased the kid, and found us. The kid... didn't make it. We very nearly didn't, hell, he very nearly didn't!''
''What do you mean?''
''Mito was fighting to kill him. She said as much, and she's fought their little group before...''
''That's... wait, group?!'' If Kirito had been alarmed before, he was downright horrified now. He knew Morte wasn't working alone, but to think there maybe a considerable number of player killers going around... it almost didn't bear thinking about. He made notes of anything Jet said, to pass to Argo. If there was anyone he trusted to find information, and verify it, it was her. Before their conversation could continue however, Kirito caught sight of Asuna storming off and muttering something, whilst Mito looked as if she wanted nothing more than to disappear into the ether.
''I think one of us should go after her... Jet.''
''Why me?!'' His self preservation instincts kicked in as he spoke.
''You and Mito are more similar than you want to admit. Maybe you stand a chance of explaining what she did to Asuna?'' Phillia shrugged.
''Uhh...'' Everyone around Phillia shot her a quizzical look, whilst Jet slumped slightly and sighed heavily in acceptance. ''Fine, but if this goes wrong, on your head be it.'' Jet ran after Asuna, into the snowy land around them...
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As he ran after Asuna, Jet wondered what the hell he was even going to say to her. He sure as hell wasn't going to defend Mito's actions, what she'd done was blatantly wrong, and after that, a bit more into the morally dubious side of things, and if he was being at all honest, a slap was the least she deserved. Yes, he understood why she'd done what she had, but that didn't alleviate it. If anything, it made it a little bit worse. He had no doubts that Asuna had trusted Mito, but after that, he didn't blame her for not trusting her. Why would she, if her partner might ditch her with absolutely no warning at all. Somehow, he reckoned this was going to be one of those blagging moments, a make it up as you go along conversation...
Asuna had eventually settled under a tree, about half a mile from the labyrinth entrance, taking a seat on a rock that happened to be conveniently seat shaped. At a closer look, it was clear Asuna wasn't handling this particular bombshell particularly well, the overly exaggerated reddened eyes and the tear staining certainly made that much obvious to even the thickest amongst them.
Being at least smart enough to not start the conversation with ''Are you okay'' when it was painfully obvious she wasn't, and knowing she wasn't likely to try and kill him in this state, he took a seat next to her, on another rock, and opened his inventory. He pulled a drink out, a flask of the closest tea to the Yorkshire Tea he drank back home, and poured a cup for himself. ''Want some?'' he asked politely. Asuna nodded silently, and Jet began to pour another cup. ''My nan always used to tell me there was nothing like a good cuppa when you feel under the weather. For what it's worth, I wouldn't forgive Mito for that, not easily anyway.''
''I spent a whole week afterwards on my own. Not just physically, but I felt as if everyone who cared for me had abandoned me. I was alone in a world that I knew next to nothing about, and where I knew I'd be treated as lower than dirt if I stayed where I was. I've seen how some of the ALS speak of the people back in the Town of Beginnings. I don't think she knows what that was like...''
''After that week... was that when, you know?'' Asuna nodded, and Jet felt two things: a small pang of guilt at the bluntness of the questioning, but mostly, he immensely sorry for her.
''I know you wouldn't, but just think how Koharu would feel if you abandoned her in the middle of the night, without even saying goodbye. How hurt she'd feel, and-''
''I nearly did.'' Asuna looked as if the world around her had just shattered. There was no way she just heard that, was there? ''Not intentionally, mind.'' He very quickly added, realising exactly how bad his previous statement sounded.
Asuna raised an eyebrow, giving him a look that told him to tell the truth or he'd forever regret it... ''How do you unintentionally abandon someone?''
''I couldn't sleep, so I went out to go for a walk. Came across a quest, and figured I could handle it on my own... turns out I couldn't. I felt, even just briefly, like I was going to die and there was nothing I could do, but fight till my very last breath. I got absurdly lucky that night. Rain came across me in the middle of nowhere, and she helped fight the mobs off. That was how we met, her pulling my stupid arse out the fire I'd lit.''
''Does Koharu know?''
''Yes, and before you give the nth degree too, she's already done it. But yeah, I know that isn't what Mito did, but fear makes people stupid as well as brave. If it helps, I think she truly did want the best... but she's, uhh, what's the nice way of saying it?'' Jet tried to think of a way to describe how Mito had been, without resorting to a tirade of expletives.
''Reserved?'' Asuna asked.
''I was gonna say crap at saying what she means, but yeah, reserved works.''
''You two didn't get on, did you?''
''No, not really.'' Jet admitted.
''Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. I can see the similarities between you, now I think about it.'' If she squinted really hard, she could make out the similarities in character between them. Both struggled with social situations, giving them both a reserved air around them, Mito's being far more noticeable though, in Asuna's opinion. Both were reasonably intelligent... but one only chose to show it rarely, and put up a façade every other time. Both liked the colour purple.
''Both liking the colour purple doesn't make us similar...'' Jet joked, guessing at Asuna's thought process. ''Else Strea and I would be identical twins.''
''Si os tuum clausum teneres, putaremus te intelligentum.'' Asuna replied, in Latin, minorly annoyed at the switch back to his façade.
''A lot of people fit that description Asuna.'' Jet stated as he finished his tea, catching Asuna off guard, and nearly witnessing her spit out her tea in shock.
''Y-you understood that...''
''Yes, I did, and aren't you the cunning linguist...'' Jet grinned as he stood up. ''Still though, I think we should... huh?'' As he did so, he'd checked his messages on the off chance of anything important. What he saw, made his blood run cold. A message from Koharu, that read:
''The Elves have arrived, but so have an army of mobs. We're in the labyrinth now...''
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With Jet and Asuna still AWOL, it had been hard to convince Kibaou and Lind to not just outright abandon them, but they'd made a decent inroad on that plan... until a horde of mobs that made staying put just not an option.
''They'll be fine, Koharu.'' Rain tried to reassure her friend that both Jet and Asuna were more than capable fighters, and could easily handle themselves. She'd have made a more convincing argument, but trying to fight a Shrewman did make reassuring thoughts a little bit more difficult.
''I know, but I think we should've stayed.''
''If we'd stayed, we'd have been fighting an army. I don't like it anymore than you, but there is every chance that we may have to fight without them.''
''I said we'd be by each others sides all the way.'' She said, a hint of guilt in her voice.
''Koharu, they can - rrahhh! - handle themselves. Thanks for the save, by the way. Just believe in them, the way you know Jet believes in you...'' Phillia spoke with a sense of confidence that made Rain almost envious, as she sent a Covetous Flower to whatever Aincrad's equivalent of the afterlife was. These things were almost as annoying as those Mystery Eggs they'd ran into... though at least the Eggs didn't try to bite them!
Rain had finished her impromptu biology class, as she decapitated another Shrewman. These things were endless, seemingly! Thankfully for her, they were only just around the corner from the boss chamber, and before too long, the group reached the rendezvous point.
Within a few more minutes, they'd made it to the boss chamber, alongside Idrehendis, Kizmel, Wendelin and a number of the Elven armies. As befitting of the Queen of Lyusula, Idrehendis made a speech to the players, and used an enchantment on them, showing up as a boost in all categories, something very welcome to the players. The next thing that was noted though, was that the door began to shake...
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Inside the chamber, N'Itzaah stood victoriously, and faced his adjutant. ''Kysala?''
''I am ready, my general.'' She answered, her dagger poised over her chest.
He had achieved his mission, and soon... he would show this cruel world the error of its ways! Taking his dagger, he plunged it into his chest, the blood gushing out and onto the floor, whilst Kysala, his loyal adjutant, did the same. Between them, and the keys, they would reawaken the First Fallen...
What neither Elf was expecting however, was for the blood surrounding them to wrap around them, as they began to transform. The pain as bones extended with a sick cracking noise and muscles pulled, whilst flesh stretched to fit its new, larger frame, and their bodies rearranged to form two into one, was truly unbearable... ''GUARRRRGGGHHHHHH!''
Out of the horrific transformation, stood a fifteen foot monstrosity. To a casual observer, it looked like a large elf, but to anyone paying more attention, they could see where the transformation hadn't gone entirely well. Areas where skin was replaced with muscle, whilst massive bony protrusions extended from the wrists, acting as the elf's weapons... All in all, it truly deserved the name Demonic.
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The corridor shook violently. Ancient brickwork began to drop, as the torches surrounding the assault team began to go out, one by one, and a sickening scream filled the air around them... ''That can't be good.'' Rain muttered quite loudly.
''No, really...'' Strea sarcastically yelled, as she leant on her blade to keep her up right. It wasn't going all that well, as the lack of leverage caused the blade to slip constantly, and before too long, she fell flat on her back.
The shaking continued, and most of the group, having lived with earthquakes for a long time, got to the floor, whilst the lone Brit, very unfamiliar with even the feeling of a quake, let alone actually having been in one before, was struggling to work out what the hell was actually going on.
After what had felt like an eternity (but was in fact, about forty seconds), the shaking stopped, and everyone regained their senses. ''Ugh, everyone alright?'' Klein called from his group near the back, with a smattering of replies, and more than a few groans, as players pulled themselves back onto their feet.
''Yeah, nothing broken.'' Phillia groaned, as she picked herself up. That certainly hadn't been expected, but then again, nor had she expected to be fighting on the frontlines of a war between factions of elves, in a floating castle, and soon to do battle with what she imagined was either an ancient, or a colossal elf. It was funny how an earthquake of all things had been the surprise there...
''Nothing lost, except my dignity...'' Strea muttered. During her attempts to right herself, Strea had found herself cradling one of the stone pillars, as if it were the only thing that would bring her comfort...
''The hell was that, tho'? Kibaou asked the question on most of the assault team's minds. That hadn't been an earthquake... earthquakes don't scream!
''If I had to wager anything... I would suggest that the guardian of the tower has woken from its slumber. We may well be too late to prevent this now...'' Kizmel stated ominously...
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The pair ran as fast as they could, but each sprint was getting shorter in duration before they hit yet more mobs. They'd just about gone a hundred metres before at least ten Mystery Eggs. Exactly what was in them was supposed to be the mystery, but given Jet was busy cracking the shells on them, it was inevitable that he'd get a view of one at least once... ''Eurgh, there isn't enough booze on the Earth to unsee what's inside these things!''
''Never mind that, they keep coming! We'll never make it at this rate...'' Asuna shouted, a Linear strike tearing another eggshell apart, giving her the same view as Jet had, and for once, she agreed with him wholeheartedly! What on Earth were these things?!
She was right. If they kept up their current rate, it would take them nearly an hour to reach the core of the labyrinth and by that time, he had no doubts that the boss battle would be in full swing... or even over! They'd simply have to push through faster than previously, especially given Jet's theory that the boss would be more difficult or have some strange mechanic to overcome, given it was the boss at the end of the quest line.
He just hoped it wasn't something completely out of the blue... though a new question popped into his head, as the pair got ever closer in the labyrinth.
Why was his sword glowing, even when he was wasn't using any Sword Skills?
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Remarkably, the boss fight was going well, and Demonic, despite its name, was taking considerable damage thanks to that cooldown period after each major attack. In the past twenty minutes, the assault team had bought the Fallen Elf's health down to the halfway point on its last HP bar. Despite this, most of the group knew better than to expect Demonic to go down easily now.
Each strike grew in ferocity and in reach, and before too long, the groups were being routed back towards the walls. The situation was getting increasingly out of control, and each member of the group knew something was off. The only question was what? They'd been doing far more damage previously, and now of all times, the Fallen Elf grew a thicker skin? Death by a thousand cuts would take ages, especially when most of their weapons dealt only a single hit point in damage.
Strea had found that out the hard way, unleashing a skill that would decimate most mobs on the floor in just a single hit on the boss... and barely so much as scratched it, before being forced back. Only two of the assault team were doing any major amount of damage - Koharu and Rain.
Phillia thought about it briefly, and why they might be the only two who were doing any damage. Their skills? No, that would mean others would be having a little more success... think, what would... oh. She took a quick look at their weapons and noticed something... both Koharu's rapier, and Rain's right sword had a glowing aura around them. That must be something to do with it! But why... She thought back to Floor 5, and when Merja gifted them the blades... She hoped she was right, else this could end very badly... ''Girls! Your weapons are Lyusulan, right?''
''Yeah, what's that got to do with it?'' Koharu shouted, barely evading Demonic's ranged attack as she did so.
''The swords...'' Rain realised what Phillia was getting at, as she remembered what Jet had told her about Charity over New Year. It was a Lyusulan sword that represented a specific value - in her case, at least according to Jet, it was her willingness to help everyone, even at cost to herself. A sense of charity. That meant that Koharu's weapon, Faith, represented her unwavering faith in their mission to clear Aincrad. If Jet's was Hope, then he was clearly optimistic about something. But that didn't explain why their swords would do any damage against the Fallen Elf. What exactly did Faith, Hope and Charity have that could defeat the Fallen...
Then it dawned on her. All of those things, they were positive emotions... the Fallen had relied on division, on hatred, building on prior biases to cause a war, pretty obviously negative emotions. ''We need Jet here! Now!''
''Why'd we need him, ya got him on the ropes, ent ya?!'' Kibaou was correct in his observations, at least on the surface. Demonic was now down to just a sliver of its HP, but now, the worst happened... the two Lyusulan weapons were no longer effective, and with a complete collapse of the group imminent, it would take a miracle to turn this around now, Rain thought to herself...
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Both Jet and Asuna had now been fighting for almost an hour, with next to no reprieves to recover their breath. They were the textbook definition of exhausted, faces dripping with sweat, breathing heavily as limbs felt far heavier than they truly were.
That wasn't stopping them, not now. They were going to make it to the boss room, they needed to!
Two more Covetous Flowers appeared, and were soon dispatched with as the pair rounded the second to last corner in the labyrinth. A silent nod of acknowledgement between the pair, and they charged. This was it, one last push!
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As the group decided to fight until the very end, knowing that there probably wasn't an out to this one, something changed in the atmosphere. A sense of resignation prevailed over the group. This was the end... but they'd all be damned if they weren't going out fighting!
Sword Skills flew across the room, staggering Demonic, but otherwise doing very little to hurt the giant. Koharu, for the first time since the day this all became real, felt as if she was going to die. There'd be no white knight to save her this time, no way to get stronger, just her resolve in the overwhelming adversity of this boss. She thought back to the many things she'd said she'd do with Jet, the boy who'd somehow gone from stranger to lover in less than two months. All the things she'd never seen and wanted to see.
As she thought all of this, two streaks flew past her, a white and red streak, and a much darker purple one. The combined impact from the combined barrage knocked Demonic back onto one knee, and forced the boss into a paralysed state, a fact that no one wasted any time with. A veritable onslaught tore into Demonic, and within less than thirty seconds... the noise that both struck fear and joy into their hearts came on, the Fallen Elf bursting into pixels as it died, leaving just a single Fallen Elf, badly emaciated and wounded, in its place.
For Kizmel, this was finally over. The war that she'd grown up in, with all the hatred that entailed. The war that had claimed her sister's life, and had forced her to sacrifice so much more... it was all over now.
Except for one last loose end - N'Itzaah.
The Fallen Elf who'd orchestrated all of this, an architect of destruction, was now sat pathetically in front of her. It would be easy to land the killing blow on him, and end the war with finality... yet she couldn't. She looked back at the humans who'd helped her in this fight - Jet, someone who she struggled to describe as anything other than a friend. She wasn't even sure the words to describe him did exist...
Koharu, a girl who she'd felt a kindred spirit with, and if she believed in reincarnation, she'd seriously have wondered if she had her sister's soul. A girl who was now looking towards her pleadingly, her eyes begging Kizmel to let N'Itzaah live, despite the risk he posed. Kizmel looked back at the Fallen... the risk he posed, she asked herself, was to the nearby dust...
He was harmless now, unarmed, and barely able to stand. Why was this such a tough decision, she asked. It wasn't like she hadn't taken a life before, she was a knight after all. But they'd all been different, they'd fought to the last breath. N'Itzaah had long since given up, and by her admission... not a threat to anyone.
''For my dreams... for what the world did to me, to us!'' He tried to yell, but it came out more as a rasp than anything else, before he resigned himself to his fate... ''All that is left is to slay me, and become the glorious saviour of your people...'' A taunting tone in those words stung more than anything for Kizmel. ''Do your job, knight, and SLAY ME!'' The taunting became hatred, and Kizmel had to wonder... who exactly was that hatred aimed at?
''She shall not, N'Itzaah. Nor shall any of us. This world has been sullied by your uninhibited ambitions, and a true evil nearly unleashed on it. Just how truly did you despise this world...''
Had N'Itzaah had the strength, he would've spat at the Queen in front of him. ''You-you would question that, Queen of Lyusula?''
''Indeed. Bound by our rules and laws, we robbed you of your future. We cannot deny that, nor can we justify it... but neither can you. Calithleth, your mother, you know as well as I do that this is not what she would've wanted. She gave her life to take your power, and your father banished you north, not out of hatred as a cursed being, but to protect you. You had grown twisted from oppression, and he chose to save you from the Sacred Tree's curse. He would rather you lived, albeit in exile, than died with your mother.''
The Fallen Elf coughed out a sad laugh, ''So love made him so selfish...''
''Perhaps if he'd visited sometimes, this could all have been prevented...'' Idrehendis spoke wistfully.
Across the room, another Fallen Elf stirred, in an equally poor state. Kysala, the warrior that had given them such so much trouble, that had not only nearly taken her life, but harmed her friends too, was now reduced to a truly sad sight, almost entirely drained of blood, and just able to stand enough to walk over to her general and collapse beside him. ''My blood was... useful, was it not?'' She asked, before she burst into pixels.
Not another word was spoken as N'Itzaah suffered the exact same fate, leaving this world a withered husk of a man. Had he not caused such trouble, Kizmel would almost have pitied the Fallen. The keys that they had spent so long fighting over, they were finally there for the taking. Kizmel handed them to Idrehendis, who held them in her hands, as she gave a speech...
''There may come a time a true evil rises in Aincrad, when we beg the Tree Maiden for her help. However, I truly believe in the wills of those who inhabit this floating land to prevail, if that day should come. Even if it should mean sealing the Cathedral forever, this world has no need for the keys that can bring about its destruction.'' Idrehendis spoke a few words in an unknown language, before the keys themselves burst into pixels as everyone, human and elf alike, watched on. ''On this day, I tell you... The war is over! I pledge that, until the ground beneath us shatters, Lyusula and Kales'Oh shall have a lasting peace! Even if we do not have the grace of the Sacred Tree, we shall live in mutual confidence and respect. Not as elves or humans, but tied with bonds of trust. May our desire of a peaceful future keep us together!'' She finished, as the crowd cheered. For once, the people of this world had put aside their differences and the world of Aincrad may become a better place.
Jet, still picking himself up after the charge against Demonic, looked over at the crowd and gave a soft laugh. They'd actually made it. It hadn't been easy, but they'd actually finished the Quest. Peace was no longer a dream for the optimistic in both camps, but may well have been the reality now. He looked back to see a small group gathered around him and Asuna, who'd recovered much sooner than he had.
Amongst them were his little group, Koharu, Rain, Phillia and Kizmel, alongside Asuna, Kirito and... Strea. The latter of whom looked distinctively unimpressed.
''You were late, little brother...'' Yeah, she wasn't happy... and if that wasn't an understatement, he didn't know what was.
''In my defence, we did just have to fight through an army of mobs that would've given the Red Army a cause for concern!'' Jet retorted as Asuna stepped in for his defence.
''And you waited for us, didn't you? We should thank you for that...'' Asuna replied sarcastically. For once, the usually unflappable Strea was left gobsmacked and, thought she opened and closed her mouth, words did not come out. Jet patted his sister's shoulder as he walked past her. Before he had much chance to get anywhere, he was hit by a Koharu sized missile, who'd dragged him into the tightest hug he'd ever endured, before he returned the gesture. Slightly behind them stood Rain, who looked more than a little uncomfortable at the couples display of affection, whilst Phillia stood there grinning like a maniac with a record crystal, and writing something in her notes. He also momentarily caught a glimpse of Rain looking over at those notes, and going wide eyed, whilst blushing at them. He made a mental note to ask about them later.
''I thought we'd lost for a moment...'' Koharu spoke softly into Jet's shoulder blade, which was about where she came up to on him. ''I thought we were all...''
''Sorry to have worried you, but a quick question?''
''Later, just shush for now.''
''Yes, ma'am.'' Jet joked, as he was pretty sure he felt Koharu pinch him for teasing her, which was mildly uncomfortable for him. Made even worse by his sister recovering from her Asuna-induced paralysis, and making a lewd gesture towards them both whilst smirking at them. One day, he was going to give her what for...
Needless to say, the display got a laugh from Phillia, rolled eyes from Asuna and Rain, and a sense of awkwardness from Kirito, who was the first to break the now silent atmosphere...
''You know the ALS and DKB have gone now, right?'' He was right, as only a small group of people stood in the chamber. The members of Fuurinkazen, who were now waiting for Strea, and Mito, stood a way away and clearly feeling out of place between the two boisterous groups. In a few moments, Mito had made her decision - she clearly wasn't welcome here, and began to walk away...
Asuna called out to her, ''Mito...'' No response. ''Mito!'' Still no response, and against her better judgement... ''Misumi!'' That caught Mito's attention, as she turned back to Asuna, who had begun to catch up with her.
''Asuna?'' She answered, confused by the use of her real name. That was one of the single biggest taboos here, using a person's real name (unless they were Asuna or Koharu, which would've made conversations very difficult...) instead of their avatar's name. For Asuna to break it, she clearly wanted her attention for some reason...
''I-I forgive you.'' Mito felt as if she could cry... in actuality, she was crying as she stood in front of her former best friend. The girl she'd left behind had become someone so much more than she could've imagined. She'd fought off the same amount of mobs that it had taken nearly thirty of them to beat, with only a single other person for support. She couldn't tell if she was crying out of remorse, or out of happiness, and she honestly wasn't sure it mattered now. ''What you did, you broke my trust in you. I want to make that clear, Mito. I forgive you, but I don't trust you, not like I did.'' Asuna explained. She was completely correct in that, Mito thought.
For once in their lives, all was reasonably well in Aincrad, and the mood was certainly a happier one. Then came a familiar tuft of hair, sticking out of a brown cloak, and a laugh that would send an army running for the hills...
''Nyehehe, you lot really are miracle workers, entcha?''
{Author's Comments}
Not very many this week, to be honest. This came together with relatively little hassle, other than forgetting to save my work once, and losing half of the Jet/Asuna conversation at the start. Which ended up being for the better, I think, as it had a more comedic tone to it, which didn't really fit there.
I've got a new story up - ACES Online, a crossover between Ace Combat and SAO, if anyone's interested in that. It's basically telling the story of if SAO had ended up being a game set in the world of Strangereal...
Next chapter will end up being the last of the Elf War arc, and will be a lot lighter on combat...
Anyway, if you've enjoyed this, or want to leave any feedback, leave a review or PM, and follow/favourite etc
Signing off, Midland 2541