“Get back!”

“Huh?”

Silhouette of a humanoid creature with a large tail. Faint sound follows whenever it moves.

Siola clasp her hands together, and pray, “O Lady of Light, turn thy gaze upon those who defy thee. Let thy wrath descend upon the unworthy…”

Both Lyra and Xania felt sudden chills running down their spine. Lyra took a step to grab Siola’s shoulder but Xania quickly tackles her, but as she saw Xania’s panicked expression, only she knows what is going to happen.

“… As I call upon thy name, let thine enemies tremble and fall. Burn them to ash in thy searing light.”

Xania quickly muttered, “Greater Teleportation.”

“Holy Judgement.”

Xania took Lyra further away up in the sky as her golden white wings spread. Her eyes widened as she sees the ground, “Hey!”

Noticing the wings, “What the hell are you—.”

But then, searing light appears at the edge of her eye, and as she turns to see it. She sees Siola emitting golden light, so far and wide yet the light reached so close to Lyra’s still.

She looks up to the sky, and the unbridled wrath of the heaven descent into the ground. Burning everything in sight in its fiery golden flame.

“H-How, no. Why?”

“Something frightened her.”

“Huh?”

Xania eyes Siola’s closer despite the distance.

Although the miracle Siola has cast covers so much ground. Only the Night Terrors were affected as they were cleansed completely.

But the primary target of her miracle, the reason why Siola uses it. It didn’t even graze it.

Its mist is completely intact, even when its surrounding is burning.

Trembling, her head spinning as sweats started to form.

She cast a sign, “L-Law of the Divine—.”

As she was about to cast her spell, the silhouette of the humanoid figure disappears, and soon, the mist follows. Siola’s eyes look around rapidly, anticipating its next move, but no.

It’s gone.

“My lady.”

“Siola.”

*Pant *Pant

Siola struggles to stand, both Lyra and Xania quickly catch her.

“Hnngh. Haa… don’t… don’t leave me.”

“We would never.”

“We’re here, Siola.”

The two look at each other as they support Siola. Letting her rest by the tree. Left hugging her legs, she’s not as responsive as they are used to.

“Well?”

“We cannot resume our journey without the lady.”

“Uhuh.”

“…”

“So, you’re an angel or something?”

“No. Although I have been granted the wings of flight, I am a mere servant of the order. Unlike the champion of which can stand beside an angel.”

“Hunh, champion, huh.”

“Her growth is unnaturally fast. To think she can use that kind of magic.”

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“Miracles. But yes. It is a power granted by our lady only to select few. Though, it does not come without a cost.”

“We gotta get your lady get back to her feet soon.”

“What are you doing?”

Lyra nudge close to Siola and opens her arm. Letting the scent of her muscular armpit flies.

“What a disgraceful sight. Forcing my lady to smell your musk?”

“Hey, she’s the one who kept asking for it. She likes this kind of thing for some reason.”

“Lies.”

Siola took notice of that scent and begins shove her face into Lyra’s underarm.

“Wha—.”

“Okay, just get on with it. We gotta hurry to Clearwater remember?”

Inhaling her scent deeply.

“Wait, my lady! Instead of that musky pit of that dark elf, here. Have mine instead.”

Xania sits close to her with an arm opens. The buffed muscular feature is similar to Lyra albeit slightly tamer as she has slimmer body. But Siola doesn’t turn it down as she beings to rub her face on the pale white skin of Xania.

*Sniffffffff*

It’s calmer, fresher, and has more of a sweet scent in comparison.

Though, Siola can’t get herself excited enough to let her mind wander.

“Thank you, you two.”

“I just ran out of MP, that’s all.”

“Bullshit, but here.”

Lyra gives her a blue potion.

“What was that exactly? Who were you fighting?”

Siola drank the potion until not a drop left.

“I don’t know. But… I saw that thing back when I was escaping Prison Realm. It came out of nowhere before I blanked out.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think it’s trying to kill me… or maybe… I don’t know.”

Lyra looks at her with concern, “Well, whatever it was. I guess we should avoid it, huh.”

“Indeed, only Eternals or possibly an Ethereal can survive such miracle. But if that is the case, then you might not have to worry, my lady.”

“Those who have achieved Eternal or an Ethereal will not be able to harm you.”

“What’re you talking about Xania?”

“A being is ranked in order, from Common soul to Gods. You have free reign in the surface world until you reach a Transcendental soul. But beyond it that is an Eternal, its path is a walk towards godhood. One cannot simply do whatever it wants here after reaching it.”

“And an Ethereal is only a step away from a Demigod. When one reaches that point, they’re in the realm of the gods. And is not allowed to step into the surface world, less the mighty five interfere and punish those souls.”

“The miracle couldn’t even disperse its clouds.”

“Eternal and an Ethereal is a being beyond human comprehension. Do not stay in their mist, and you shall not be disturbed by them, for they will not be able to do anything to you then.”

She nods.

Lyra grabs her hand and caresses Siola’s hand and she smiles because of it. Seeing the apparent affection, Xania decided to also hold her hand also.

“Heheh, thank you.”

Siola kisses Xania by the cheek and then Lyra.

Both of them shows different expression, but they’re both a pleasant one. Siola hugs them close, feeling their warmth and she blushes in response.

They resumed their journey afterwards, reaching Clearwater Creek by dawn. However, they did not expect what they would fine when they get there.

Behind the walls, there are smoke. Burned buildings, fire scattered all around. Refugees fleeing for their lives but there are some that have not made it out. The image seared into Xania’s eyes as the scream of the people were heard.

“Xania, can you put out the fire?”

She snapped out of it. Clenching her fist, “Leave it to me, my lady.”

Wings appeared, she took off into the sky and begin casting water magic to dissipate all the surrounding fire in town.

“Lyra watch my back.”

Nodded.

Clasping her hand together, “O’ my Lady of Light, shine your divine light upon me, Grant the gift of vision, that my path may be clear to see. Bless my sight with understanding, and guide me on my way, That I may stay steadfast in purpose, come what may. By your radiant power, may my will remain unwavering and true, may our goal be revealed as we journey through the trials anew. Grant thy servant the courage to persevere, and the wisdom to discern, and when the darkness surrounds us, may your light forever burn.”

“Clairvoyance.”

As she tilts her head upward, concentrated beam of light descends from the sky. Hitting the sigil on her forehead and soon, the many visions of those who are in danger, appears.

“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp!”

Her eyes widened to see further ahead.

“Art of the Divine Order, Winged Sanctity.”

Golden particles gather around her back and formed a pair of wings. Siola dashes onward with her feet off the ground. She went in the burning house and flew upwards before descending with a child in her hand.

“M-My son!”

The two reunites, but before she can even take a glance at the savior, she has already left and move on to the next one. Rapidly going from house to houses, Siola fighting against time once more. Saving tens of people from their deaths.

It’s like two angels have descended from the heavens. Eventually, she arrives to the last one. A building near the gate, a place she’s familiar with. The barracks.

Xania have extinguished the fire, and Siola looks for survivors. Even without her wings, she continues to make haste, and there lies the shoulders on the first floor. The second floor is empty, but there she sees someone familiar coming from the basement.

“You,” the young guard who have mocked her before, “Quick, sir Pent is—.”

Hearing that, Siola quickly get over to the basement and she sees Pent stuck in a rubble.

“Pent.”

“Pent!”

Siola hurries to remove it.

With one eye opens, “Ma… Ma’am?”

Getting him out of it, “Hang in there, Pent!”

Soon, the flames throughout the entire town have been extinguished. The survivors mourn the death of their relatives, their friends, their families. Cries of fear, cries of sorrow.

Panting heavily, Pent looks at his surroundings. The guards groaning in pain from a variety of injuries, to the ones who are gone, and the ones being laid by someone he knows.

She approaches him, “Pent.”

“Ma’am…” panting, “Thank you. For—.”

“I don’t see Colon or… Oklam. Where are they and what happened here?”

Panting, he shook his head, “They left for the expedition on the new dungeon, but I don’t know— it’s… it happened so fast.”

“It was a monster.”