Arvena only let them out of the bathroom once they were both clean. Meera didn't think she would ever get clean or get the smell off her. But thankfully, her armor came through for her in a big way. She used her armor's mirror scatter ability but willed it to use all the mirrors that were on the armor itself.

All the dirty mirror pieces flew off her, and she caught them with Mirror Wing with lots of help from an unwilling Kalrina. Together, they sent all the pieces down the toilet and flushed them down with a ton of water.

After that, Meera took her first hot shower in what was probably weeks, and she didn't want to get out for anything. Aetheron could have awoken that very instant, and she would have continued to soak in that warm water.

But then the witch decided to hop in, killing Meera's fun. It wasn't that there wasn't enough space, but Meera couldn't bear to have the same water touching her as that creature. Meera promptly hopped out as Kalrina got comfortable.

"Aw, you don't have to leave, dearie. The water's quite good," she sighed contentedly.

"No, the water's filthy now." Meera picked up a towel, dried herself off, and put on the lone bathrobe Arvena had set out no doubt for her sister. Seeing how the witch ruined her time in the hot tub, it was only fair payment.

She picked up her Dragon Hoard Belt, which didn't need to be cleaned, as her armor had covered it, but still, she had washed it thoroughly. Her only effects that needed to be cleaned were Gem of Echoes and her Necklace of Darthin's Robes. She had scrubbed those clean as if her life depended on it. She put on her necklace but did not bring out her armor. However, she did pull out her regular chakrams and put them on her arms.

She took a quick peek at the witch and ensured she wasn't looking. Then she did something that she should've done a long time ago. She brought two regular chakrams close together and ran her Mana through them to create a level 2 chakram. There was a slight flash as the two chakrams joined together.

Meera's eyes snapped open, and she slowly turned, knowing the witch had seen it. However, she was busy relaxing in the tub with her eyes closed. Meera promptly created three more level 2 chakrams and shoved them back into her belt. The witch had stolen a chakram of hers before, and if she learned that they had the ability to merge, she would try to steal even more of them.

She now had twelve regular chakrams and twelve level 2 chakrams. She could very well turn them all into level 2 chakrams as her opponents had far outpaced the regular ones' damage output, but she could still use them for practical purposes, like giving people rides on Meera Airlines.

She left the bathroom with her belt over her shoulders and stepped into a room of garish beauty, just like the sorceress's hair, but Meera was in no mood for a fight. Everything was of bright, vibrant colors, from the curtains to the bed sheets to even the woven blankets. It was like she had stepped into an EDM concert minus the lights and blaring music. Colors ranged from all spectrums of the rainbow, and the color scheme did not match at all.

"Are you so enamored by my room's beauty that you have no words to appreciate its beauty?" Arvena purred as she lounged on a couch.

"Do you want my honest opinion, or do you want to avoid another fight?" Meera replied.

"Best to keep your tongue between your teeth, then," The sorceress hissed.

Meera walked to the couch opposite Arvena and made herself comfortable. There wasn't much to see in the room. There was a single bed in the corner and a study table on the adjacent wall with some papers and books. There was a bookcase, too, but mostly, the room was barebones.

I guess she used most of her time splashing as much color as she could on this place.

Meera was about to say something to antagonize the witch but decided against it, so she sat quietly while the green-haired sorceress glared at her and absolutely ignored her. Thankfully, the witch arrived not long after.

"It's so quiet in here that I swear, I could hear the two of you hurling insults at each other in your minds."

"She was the one hurling curses. I just ignored her," Meera said.

"I have half a mind to sic Aksha on you myself if my dear sister hadn't involved herself with filth like you," Arvena seethed.

"Did you forget the part where I tell dear Aksha about your deeds regarding your sister?" Meera said

"Okay, you two, no more talk about mutual destruction. Instead, let's talk about mutual benefits," Kalrina said.

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"What mutual benefits?" Arvena snarled, getting up from her seat. "We don't need this bitc—"

"I'll warn you, I really don't like being called the B word. The last person, or well, thing who called me that I cut off his head. Honestly, I think you would look better without a head, but that is your call, not mine."

Arvena turned so red that it was a surprise that the top of their head didn't explode like a mini volcano. "Try it. Your hand will explode before you can even throw your discs."

"Who said I need hands to throw my chakrams."

Kalrina stepped between them. "Okay, let's not cut or blow each other up. This is the time to figure out our next move."

"Our!" Arvena motioned between Kalrina and herself. "We don't need to plan anything with her. We got her in. What else do you need her for."

That seemed to hit home with the witch as Kalrina paused in thought, and before she said anything, Meera stood.

"Save it, witch. I always knew this is where our paths diverged."

Kalrina looked down with a pained expression on her face. "I'll have you know, dearie, that you would be better off being as inconspicuous as possible. That means don't strut around in your armor. Blend in."

"You mean wear such lavish dresses that its borderlines outrageous."

The witch shrugged. "Basically, and since you're looking for your brother. The best person to go to would be Firaan. She sits on the council and would've heard all your brother would've said. She is least likely to imprison you on sight and is the weakest of them all."

"She's a piece of work, all right," Arvena commented. "I turn the other way when I see her coming down the hall."

"Whoa, is that someone helping me out," Meera smirked.

Arvena huffed, crossed her arms, and sat back on her couch.

Kalrina rolled her eyes. "Another thing you should watch out for is Aksha. She has eyes and bodies everywhere, quite literally in some hallways. By now, her clones would have reached this place, which is not good news for us. Remember, if you can't Identify her level, that's the original. Avoid her. Actually, that is a good rule of thumb for most sorceresses. Also, you know your urge to fight anything and everything that moves, snuff it, like the Varshans snuff deformed babies in the crib."

Meera started. "They do that?"

"Don't act so surprised. They're your people," Arvena replied, shaking her head. "Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever imagined that the Champion would be a Varshan."

"We're not Varshans," Meera said through gritted teeth.

"Sure, look Varshan."

"And you look dead."

"My loves, need I remind you that we're all about to be out of each other's hair? Then we can be anything we don't want to be." Kalrina said. Then, in a lower tone, she added. "Can't believe I'm the voice of reason here."

"Fine," Meera said. "Point me in the right direction so I can get out of this garish room." In the end, she couldn't resist.

"What did you say?" Arvena almost shot out of her chair, but her sister held her back.

"Remember, sweet sister, you'll never have to see her again soon."

"That moment can't come soon enough," Arvena grumbled.

"Indeed," Meera added. She wasn't like this usually. She could get along with everyone just fine, but when it came to these two sisters, something about them just rubbed her wrong. Maybe it was that they tried to make a fool of her with their ridiculous test or Kalrina's past activities with Edwin, but Meera just loved egging them on.

"There's one more thing you'll want to take note of. Entice Firaan." She paused, her eyes falling on the chakram on Meera's wrist. "Actually, just show her that, and you'll be fine. And be careful of what you think around her. She can—"

"Hurry it up, Rina. Her breath is fouling up the room," her sister interjected.

Meera was about to give a fitting reply, but Kalrina raised a hand with a pleading look. Meera dropped it with lots of glaring at the sorceress.

Kalrina rubbed her temples. "I was sure I was supposed to tell you something else, but your constant bickering is giving me a headache. I am the one supposed to be giving people headaches." Then it must've come to her. "Oh, your dress. I'm sure Arvena has something that will fit you quite nicely."

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Arvena snapped, shooting to her feet. "If she so much as even looks at my dresses, I'm going to Aksha myself, consequences be damned."

"I wouldn't wear your dresses anyway. They're probably as garish as her hair."

Arvena turned red again. "I'm going to shit on your corpse."

"How will you do that without any legs."

"Okay, that's it," the witch said, stepping between them. "You're not allowed to talk to each other anymore."

"I don't need anyone's dresses," Meera said. She sent a bit of Mana through her necklace, and armor started materializing under her bathrobe. She dropped the bathrobe when her armor was complete.

"Yes, you're going straight to the dungeons if you walk around like that," Kalrina mused. "Do you have anything else in your Hoard Belt?"

Meera smirked. She willed her armor to look something like what Arvena was wearing, though, with no cut in her leg and less deep of a cleavage. "Will this work?"

Kalrina, whose jaw had dropped the moment the armor started changing shape, nodded. "That will do very nicely. Your armor can change shape? Why didn't you say so? I need to get me one."

Meera had half a mind to tell her how Edwyn had made this for her but decided against it, as she wanted to be out of there. She turned towards the door.

"Not so fast, dearie," the witch said. "Black and gold might look good, but you want to blend in, so choose some floral colors, like some green and pink or even teal."

Meera thought about it and changed the colors to teal and a light yellow.

Kalrina’s eyes sparkled. "It can even do that! And here I thought it was just a self-repairing armor."

"Rina, why are you helping her so much anyway? Let her go get herself killed in any way she wishes," Arvena said.

"Aw, sis, don't be like that. She saved my life a couple of times, the least I can do is make sure she doesn't get caught the moment she steps out the door." She turned back to Meera. "And if you do, please don't rat us out immediately."

Meera snorted. "I'll try." With that, she turned to the door.

"Where are your manners, dearie?" Kalrina cooed. "Aren't you going to thank me for helping you out?"

"Didn't you just say that I saved your life and that you wouldn't have made it here without my help? I think that's thanks enough."

Kalrina shook her head. "Youngsters these days."