"Good."

The twins looked at their army trample the remaining corrupted beasts.

Dramia felt incredibly satisfied at the improvements a simple weapon brought to the whole faction, while Drania marveled at the speed at which they eliminated the enemies.

To them, who endured countless assaults in the past that ended in an outcome that could be barely called a victory, this was an incredible event.

Even the fairies themselves were feeling different. Their resolve and fierceness had multiplied after this victory, confirmed by the glint of pride in their eyes.

Triumphantly, they rapidly turned back and ran in formation back to their Queens without them giving the order.

This order was imprinted in them thanks to Karteira, which saved many of their lives thanks to her strategical know-how.

Sadly, as they made their way back, they stumbled on the corpses of their brothers and sisters, that they picked up with sorrowful gazes.

"We've lost fifty-five members of the army..."

"Twenty from the front line, and thirty-five from the aerial unit."

Dramia confirmed her sister's words, as she kept a close count during the battle. She peered at her sister with a concerned expression, before comforting words flowed from her mouth.

"They were prepared to fight for us, and lay their lives for us. The least we can do is win for them."

Drania, who was easily emotional, nodded reticently.

"There are too many areas to control, and we were told to defend a part of Horizon. I know that, and it's fine."

"I'm not here expecting to win without a single casualty."

Hearing her own words, Drania recovered her spirit, before nodding at Dramia.

They both looked down and watched as the last members of the army moved past them. After waiting that they had moved far away, Drania and Dramia began to act.

Both lifted a hand in front of them, Drania her left, and Dramia her right, activating their magic at the same time.

"Let's clean this mess, shall we?"

"Yes, sis."

A rapid gust of wind spiraled around Dramia's arm, while nothing happened from her sister's side.

They knew a shadow was looking at them from far away, but it wasn't moving toward them yet. Instead of focusing on a distant target, they focused on clearing the land of the corruption, and prepared the terrain for their fight.

The wind moved from Dramia's hand, toward the ground. It bathed the battlefield in a gentle breeze that rapidly grew stronger. Before long, the powerful wind lifted the corpses of corrupted beasts into the air.

"My turn."

Drania moved her fingers as if threads were attached to their tips. Rocks began to form from thin air, accumulating into a massive bowl. Dramia moved the floating corpses over the rocky recipient, before she closed her hand.

A sphere of wind formed around the corpses, before it crushed the corpses into paste.

Blood stayed inside the swear, leaving no drop of blood out of it. Drania slowly moved her fingers, making the edges of the large bowl curve around the wind sphere.

In just a few seconds, the rock formation enveloped Dramia's magic, and remained still until she released her focus on the wind sphere.

The instant she did, the earthen formation minimized its size, compacting its inside in the process.

Drania frowned, as she exerted more pressure on her clenching, before the massive rock turned into a pebble.

When she released her control, the little rock fell to the ground.

"Great work, Drania."

"Thanks."

With a delighted smile, Drania looked at her sister.

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"This is good enough. Let's get down there and do our part."

Holding her right hand toward her, Dramia said with a faint smile on her face.

There were no signs of anxiety or doubt in their minds and movements. Drania grabbed her hand, before they both flew down.

The blood of the beasts that covered the grass and dirt was no more, as Horizon itself worked to remove foreign matter.

When their feet touched the ground, Drania snapped her finger, imitating Orion's mannerism.

*Boom*

The pebble that was created before exploded, leaving no traces of it behind as the plane erased it.

"Stop copying him. One is enough."

"Can't you let that go?"

"No! I don't need my twin sister to act like him!"

"Whyyyyyy~?"

While they did appear to bicker, they were carefully keeping check on the cloaked figure approaching them.

In their minds, they were exchanging information about it.

'Our enemy is finally moving.'

'Sis, what do we do after we've dealt with him?'

'I was considering protecting Tiohr.'

'You're right, who knows what they could do to her.'

The cloaked figure stopped in a distance from the two fairies, before removing his hood.

"Hello."

Surprised by the politeness of the man, they looked at him while staying alerted.

"..."

They both glared at the man without saying a word.

"That was as expected..."

With a defeated smile, he touched his beard.

"Well, I have a job to do, so don't mind me."

"By the way, my name's Pierre, former Apostle."

Dramia frowned at the introduction.

'One of the men Orion wasn't able to finish before Miasma was freed.'

'But what about that former Apostle thing?'

'I don't know. Be careful, alright?'

'Same to you.'

Their dragonfly wings buzzed behind their back in response to Pierre's threat.

He removed his glasses and placed them into his chest pocket, before taking a bare fist fighting stance.

Drania chuckled for a brief instant. Pierre took it as the moment to act, and vanished from the spot.

'Lightning magic.'

In a split second, Dramia, who had her eyes glued onto the man, noticed him turn into a bright red light, and close the distant between him and her sister before she could blink.

Yet, she wasn't looking panicked in the slightest. There was no need to even intervene.

A fast punch covered in lightning energy came straight for Drania's face. The sisters let go of each other's hands, and left their spot with a faint buzzing sound.

*Crackle*

The punch met empty air, as Pierre blinked, confused. Rare were the people who survived this very first hit, but more than that, he was unable to see his target move away.

As he looked around, trying to find the twins from the sound they were emitting, he suddenly took a step back.

"Oh~?"

Dramia, her arms covered in wind energy, appeared out of nowhere on his side, and jabbed at his side.

While he managed to dodge her sneak attack, Pierre wasn't please at the smug expression on the fairy's face.

He glanced at his chest, only to notice a few cuts on his cloak.

'I need to stay away from her-'

His thoughts were stopped by Drania, who appeared behind him.

"Aren't you forgetting about someone?"

A metal sword in hand, she tried to pierce his nape. But alas, Pierre was faster once again, as he ran away before being struck down.

Drania's weapon was different from a normal sword. She learned during the war between Florian and Julian that moving around with a large sword wasn't efficient.

Instead of working with a basic sword, she changed to a more flexible and aerodynamic weapon: a rapier.

As she chose to focus on her earth magic instead, she learned to manipulate its various states, until the use of metal became natural to her.

Unlike Dramia, who decided to remain weaponless and depend on her natural ability to move wind as she wished, Drania was more of a front-liner rather than attacking from a distance.

Nevertheless, they were together, and unstoppable.

A drop of sweat dripped down Pierre's cheek as he analyzed the situation.

'I've seen these two use their magic, but I don't have enough information about their fighting tactics.'

'Though, the same could be said for them.'

This was a mistake. Dramia had already gathered how the man fought with a single attack.

Since he attacked head-on without bothering for cautiousness, it spelled everything.

Pierre was hot-blooded, and too reliant on his magic. He was a simple fighter, easily dispatched in such situations.

As she was a natural tactician, Dramia knew exactly what the man was about to do, and every way she could counter it.

All she had to do was share her thoughts with her sister, and move accordingly. Still, she was on high alert, as anything could happen with the corrupted humans.

'Drania.'

'Hmm?'

Pulling her rapier back, she glanced at her sister, who was keeping an eye on the man.

'We'll start by removing his freedom.'

'Alright.'

In a playful mood, Drania listened to her sister. Her wings buzzed, before she closed the distance between Pierre and her in a second.

"Wha-"

Unprepared, Pierre tried to block a potential hit by releasing lightning from his body, but Drania was faster.

"Aaaah! Damn it!"

She stabbed her rapier into his right thigh, before distancing herself from the arching red lightning.

'Good job.'

'Hehe~'

As she turned around to look at her sister after being complimented, Drania noticed that she wasn't there.

Dramia appeared behind the man, and sent a sharp blade of wing toward the other leg, before returning to her original spot.

The blade passed through the lightning energy, and sliced the left leg of Pierre, which made him lose his balance as he screamed in pain.

"You fucking brats! I'll make you pay!"

Losing his composure, Pierre understood that his opponents were serious, and that he was disadvantaged.

"Alright. You've asked for it!"

He forcefully stood up, as his wounds began to heal, a sign that the corruption had eaten his body and soul.

'He called us brats.'

'Right. Even though we're far older than him.'

Dramia shrugged, while Drania mocked him. Still, the cold sister stayed focused.

'Drania, don't get too greedy. We don't know what this man will do.'

'Hmm.'

Glaring at the two sisters, Pierre removed his cloak.

Electricity coursed through his muscles, before exploding through his back.

"Grrrr!"

His eyes turned red as lightning traveled through them. The large arches behind his back settled rapidly, joining into two other appendages.

"I'll kill you!"

With two large red arms attached to his back, Pierre was ready to counterattack.