Finding her way, grabbing her answer. A knight to this one, moving onward in her current path. Holding this person in her embrace, these two remaining in their position for some time.
Eventually moving away from the other, facing one another. Sol slightly moving aside her hair, shyly gripping her hands to her chest. Those companions shortly continuing onward, the mage steadily speaking, growing more comfortable over time.
Making their way over to the library, the researcher gathering many materials at the center. An enormous pentagram on the floor, her staff above, generating magic.
"Using some items from the attack, and myself as a medium. Due to both Estelle and I being merged, this will be enough to locate Tiamat." Sol closing her eyes, concentrating her force.
"Thank you for doing this. I know I've been very selfish, but this means a lot..." The maiden gripping her upper arm, slightly looking away.
Persisting in her path, standing against grand foes. Her feverish desire, refusing to remain quiet. Her concerning actions, the researcher worrying about her. Understanding her heart, helping her see her goal through to its end.
Their venture together, something more growing between them, these warm feelings to the mage. Increasing the pressure, invoking the magic, a dark energy taking form. The spiraling pentagram, grasping its knowledge. The soon fading power, her slowly opening vision.
"Laquel, that is where it is right now. My guess is another attack is being planned, but I cannot identify who specifically summoned it." Her vision on the knight, lowering her staff.
"So...it all comes back to this job." Walking to a nearby table, pressing her hands down on it.
Thinking to that dusk, a knight heading out on an assassination mission. Unaware of the diversion, yearning to free the princess. An ambush waiting for her, shortly unraveling the plan. Rushing back to Valice, everything falling apart.
Deeply thinking on the summoner, her suspicion on the individual. One able to bring her down, that person once guiding her. The noble-woman walking up behind the mercenary, her hands to her chest.
"Lune, I don't like this one bit. You got lucky the first time, you might not be so fortunate again..." Displeasure from her.
"I will not be able to rest, not until that god is dead...as well as the person responsible for Estelle's demise." Facing the mage, seeing her unrest.
"But they were able to best you before, they must be better prepared this time! Ugh! You are so difficult!" furiously folding her arms, turning from the knight.
"Heh...she said the same thing." Atlalune faintly smiling at her.
A night eternally with her, the princess voicing her disapproval. Wanting the maiden to be safe, that one pushing onward. Not relenting, feverishly pursuing her direction. Taking on an unfavorable job, her determination to bring it to a success.
Not seeing the trap, enemies removing her from the board. That knight moving up behind the researcher, wrapping her arms around them. Sol's quickly beating chest, her reddening face, glancing back to the maiden.
"I will not act recklessly this time, so do not worry. Instead, I will wait for them to attack. I am now your knight, and I do not plan to repeat my mistake. So, I ask you, to trust in me." Resting her head on the mage's shoulder.
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"I will..." Sol's soft smile, gripping the mercenary's wrist.
Relishing in this warmth, a knight to her. Someone willing to go beyond, seeing her path through to its end. Carefully proceeding, not repeating her error.
A person burning away at her soul, unleashing what is inside of her. Shortly hearing quick movements, looking in the direction. Ethan and some of his allies with him, their serious eyes on her.
"Sorry to interrupt, but the god of lightning Taranis is attacking. I know you hold ill feelings for us, but at this point, I believe we have common grounds to work together." The man folding his arms.
A kingdom in a critical state, enemies closing in. This convenient timing, the day of her arrival. Visualizing her options, connecting the many paths.
Eliminating possible routes, homing in on a singular point. An individual not with them, this piece of knowledge to her. Stepping away from her companion, walking a bit forward. Her hand on her waist, her hand to her chin.
"Where exactly is Rona? You would think she would be here, not only because I am here, but the state of the kingdom." Her suspicious eyes.
"We cannot get in contact with her." Positioning his arms in a thinking posture.
"Tell me this, how was Phoenix stolen? How did Titan end up in Gen's hands? And who deployed Ishra?" folding her arms.
"Phoenix was lost on Rona's watch, and Titan slipped during an attack she was defending against. As for Ishra, she gained approval from the king to release her. You are saying she is responsible for this as well?" Ethan's surprise.
"Someone like her losing three deities is unlikely, given the state of Valice. It really would just aid to have small tools, but enough of a distraction, hence the small rebellion. And now she is missing at a time like this? I will say it is quite possible she is responsible for the current attack." Sol's index finger to her chin, her serious vision.
"Yeah, she is likely making her next move." Atlalune's hand on her waist.
"If that is true, we will know soon enough. For now, we have to deal with Taranis." Ethan turning away.
These connecting points, steadily fitting together the pieces. One at the center, linking together the problems. Phoenix in the hands of an enemy, her ex-commander's failure leading to it. Titan slipping underneath her watch, her suggestion to release Ishra.
An attack currently on them, that person not with them. The maiden's growing suspicion, thinking back to that dreadful night. Rona showing up, presenting evidence against her. Her boiling blood, her mind on her target.
"Right, let's head up above and set a plan." The knight walking ahead.
"There isn't much time, so we should make it fast." Sol following behind her.
"Yeah, let's get going." Ethan trailing along.
A mercenary finding herself back inside these walls, a situation drawing her out to the battlefield. Her reason to assist, finally locating the dark dragon. Expecting an attack again by it, awaiting her time.
Enemies launching an assault, those few making their way to the roof above. This view of the city, people panicking below. That maiden noting some similar things, soon taking out a map, her eyes on it.
"If my suspicion is correct, this enemy was chosen as a counter to my abilities. To give me a better chance against it, I will need the terrains to be unfavorable to move in." Pointing at the location.
"That will be done, we will also increase the defense inside in case they breakthrough." Ethan's hand to his chin.
"Yes, but also make use of this defense to fire artilleries to support Lune, she needs time to bring out the power of the gods." Sol's hand to her chest, her unease.
"Very well, I will also send some knights to aid you, Atlalune." The man folding his arms.
"Good, this is the best we can do. So, let us make the most of it, we head out now." The knight facing away, her hand on her waist.
Quickly putting together a plan, not having any time for further details. This unsettling situation, the maiden's target in mind. Unrest in the air, the heavily blowing breeze. Heading onward, the researcher's eyes on her companion.
Concerning with her, unable to do anything. A terrible problem on their hands, those requiring an edge. The knight eventually making her way out of the city, many scattering bodies in the grassy field.
Severe damage on the land, some crumbling parts. Her support behind her, these individuals firmly positioning their shields forward. Atlalune's eyes on the god of lightning, this gigantic one. His shimmering armor, those sparking eyes.
A long electric spear in his hand, shortly directing it at her. The Iconoclast in between dimensions, witnessing a worsening war. Feeling the emotions from one, the burning of her soul. A person refusing to remain quiet, shouting what is within.
"Atlalune, will your soul burnout, or will you achieve your desire?" her soft voice.