When Zeymah left in an uneasy feeling taking with him the guards, the hut was no more than silent itself. But once silence prevail Akatosh came out in hiding, smiling from his feat.

Using invisible magic and patiently positioning himself in the ceiling, he waited till the druids are in anxiety after they'd successfully bite his trap. Since then, he only needed was the door to remain open, and lucky for him it was widely sweeping.

"Freedom faggots!" Comes Akatosh emerging out from his hut, hungry to run away.

His disappearance was a tsunami from the elders and, those that are related to the ceremony were left fuddled. Seeming his desertion, they spread in search of his scent and footstep, if luck they may stop him from leaving. They head for the entrance guarding immediately, except Akatosh had already anticipated their strategies.

"Please let there be a teleportation scroll here." He wagers, dashing in scanning his inventories. "Cursed horde of items, where is it!" He continues sweating nervously.

Somewhere else, the person who hated Akatosh to the guts deepens.

"What!" Galish's words are furious to the pits. "How could you let this happen!"

"We don't know my lord. But master Zeymah request for your aid in finding him."

When the messenger finished his words Galish's teeth were vexed. He had his fill with Akatosh's doing, now he was forced in finding the man who swept the woman he loves. He turns around to see Chifya looking at them intently.

"Fine, but it's not my responsibility to bring him injured or unharmed. And one more thing, watch over her. If she tries to escape you are obliged to use force if necessary, is that understood."

"Yes, I understood."

"Then--" Just before Galish makes his way to the exit, Chifya quickly went ahead. "Where do you think you're going." He continues grabbing her arm.

"Let me go Galish."

"I won't."

"Or what?"

"Don't force me Chifya!"

"You've changed, is this what you are Galish? The man I know was not like this."

"I-I…" Galish stammer loosening his hand.

"It's fine I don't blame you, it's not your fault. But he's my responsibility… I'm sorry Galish." Replies Chifya walking away from his sight.

Like a deer being hunted, Akatosh was running in every direction he could find, hoping to outrun the druids. Knowing they are related to nature, trouble-free in finding him Akatosh uneasily scans his inventories and at the same time praying for his escape.

"Yeet found it!" He triumphs, raising the scroll.

"Need some help." Approach Amaragnum.

"Neh, I have what I need." He replies taking out the cube that harbors great energy, which in turn enthuses Zelus Senires from his den. "The heck!" Akatosh mumble shaking the cube close to the teleportation scroll. "Why won't it work."

"Told ya stupid. And if you successfully activate the scroll where will it lead you to?"

"Fine, you got a point what do you want me to do."

"Druid's vaults treasured items. And there is one that picks my interest. Although its presence is weak, I can lead you to it."

"I agreed to your biding but how can I fucking sneak to their arch when I don't have anything that will help me."

"Urgh… shut your mouth and let me borrow your body."

"Don't believe you."

"I'm in a dire situation here too! If you want to get the fuck out of this place easily, you're going to need my help."

"Okay, you got a point, and damn you."

Hesitantly agreed to one another, they eventually fused and like a shark nosing up blood in the ocean. The two make their way to the druids' dome. It was sealed but the knowledge the stillmage had, the sigil was no more than a rotten lock to him.

"Lady Chifya!" Comes a female druid.

"Any whereabout from him," Chifya replies.

"My apologies, we've tried everything that we can think, even the trees and animals haven't uncovered his presence."

She pauses for a minute thinking about how demeanor his character was. A thief but much more than a thief, and an unpredictable man who holds secrets she couldn't understand. Having her thoughts finished, she implored her servants to continue searching. Once they are out of sight she went alone where she knew he would be there.

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"What a jackpot." Akatosh implores wondering the druids' vault.

When they entered the undercroft, Amaragnum like a snake shedding its skin departs from Akatosh's body. And with his form was a murky black body.

There were dozens of items kept by the druids but the only thing the stillmage desire was an urn.

"Yes, with this I'll be able to restore some of my power." He laughs drawing out a greenish ball of energy from the urn and then ate it fully like a snake he was.

He waited seconds to feel its effect and when it arrived. "What! Is this all, just a drop of energy! What a waste." The stillmage said, tossing the urn breaking it into pieces. "I'm done here, give me the scroll and we--" He paused as soon as he saw Akatosh ransacking the whole place.

"Ah, just a minute."

"Very well, I'll be at my book call me when you're done," Amaragnum replies retrieving into his dome.

Shifting to her wolf form, Chifya reached the vault's entrance in mere minutes. When she saw the door was open, unsealed that even she wasn't able to unchain Chifya concluded she precisely knew where he was.

Like a wind, she sweeps her steps on the vault to find Akatosh sacking a green jewel, close where Amaragnum picked the urn.

"What are you doing!" Chifya shouts furiously.

"Ah… Honey."

"What have you done!" She says, going towards the broken urn. "Return everything!"

"What do you expect, I'm a thief. And I'm not the one who broke that thing, what do you call it?" Akatosh stop when Chifya's eyes were in ferocities. "Rag, can ya do your magic thing to activate the scroll." He continues stuffing the filled sack into his magic bag.

"Don't force me to do this to you." She replies, slowly taking her steps.

"Stay back honey. Rag you bitch we have a deal! --" He was cut off the moment Chifya tackles him with stern speed. "Not this again." He continues struggling from her robust strength.

Like a plank, he was, useless to tussle, and slowly his strength fades. Similar to what Ashalain did to him, the only thing that varies was Chifya's straining to remove his 'bag of holding'.

"You're a rough one eh, darling? You sure we're going to do it here on a hard floor, it would be more enthusiastic if we could do it in a soft bed—ARGGGG!" Struck by his words, Chifya pinched her nails to his wrist leaving him growling in pain.

"No-no-no don't you dare take my personal belongings." He continues after he saw her unfastening his 'bag of holding'.

"Return what you've taken, and I won't break your arm."

"Hah, make me." Akatosh smile, a haughty smile. "Hey Rag, can you stop watching and send us to a safe place!"

"Well, I thought you were having fun." The stillmage replies.

"You call this fun! For our sake lead us to a sanctuary."

"Urgh… Fine."

Sensing dark energy, Chifya leaps away the moment she saw a black mist evaporating from Akatosh's body. And while painfully standing, he rolls out the teleportation scroll.

"Put your blood on the scroll so that we're the only ones to be teleported." So, says the stillmage.

As followed, Akatosh with blood on his wrist wipe it clean on the teleportation scroll. That's when Zeymah and all of the druids that are tracing him arrive at the scene. And when they felt a surge of darkness within him, they immediately ready their battle stance.

"What an impeccable timing you all have although, all I can say is. Thanks for the loot 'grass worshiping people'." Akatosh says fluttering the teleportation scroll. "So long homos." He continues seeing Chifya coming at him with her hand reaching out to him, nonetheless, he disappears taking with him the buried treasure the druids have kept for centuries.

"W-what now? H-He had taken everything and desecrated the sacred urn." Says one of the druids.

"It's her fault! If she hasn't taken him with us this wouldn't all happen!" Followed by another angry druid, thus begun their charted charges against her.

As for Chifya there she was on the floor kneeling, frozen with her hand gripping her left shoulder. Moreover, she was despair from the words her clans were throwing at her. An overwhelming emotion she can't bear petrified to face her people. She wanted to run but to where she wanted to ask for remission but words are lost to speak.

"Leave us." Implores Zeymah, but just as they head off in livid faces the ground shakes, and then came Zelus Senires.

Its entrance was like a large stone rolling down the mountains. As a result, when he takes its full shape, all the druids bow down like a servant to a king to a god. And Chifya who was in total misery swings into aggregate reverence.

"I have felt, ye who carried a piece of dominion." The guardian talks echoing the air all around them and for the first time, the druids are in constant stagger.

"Noble guardian h-he left, teleported just as you arrive. Pilfering everything in this place." Zeymah replies.

"Hmm… So, they've left, such a pity I came a little too late."

"They?" Comes Chifya.

The guardian chuckles for a second and then said. "Yes, I had thought you knew little about him for you've been traveling with him."

"I-I--"

"Hmm… you seem dread." The guardian interrupts, walking out from the treasury, and straightaway the druids form a path. "He holds something that's far beyond the knowledge of mortals. Much more than the elements you'd all vaulted." He continues once they were outside, gazing through the visible three moons. "It is not yet the time nor the beginning but one must prepare."

"I don't understand," Chifya replies.

"Some secrets must be kept and some must bare at the right time. But I can speak no more of this, you who share his must find him, there you will understand. Or are you not?" The guardian said, eyeing Chifya intently.

"I-I don't know, it's because he wasn't really meant to be--" she replies trying to avoid its gaze but, was interrupted.

"It doesn't matter if fate or accident, what counts is you have the means to grasp. Take this with you, it will aid you from troubles." The guardian said, giving her a marble stone, gleaming in green. "My time is nigh; he's calling from my absence; I must go now." He continues turning into a thousand glowing orb, leaving only an elusive message.

Chifya turns around facing her people, no longer looking at her with loathed eyes but taken aback by the appearance of Hackrash's avatar.

"It's seemed we were wrong about you," Zeymah said walking towards Chifya. "I have never dreamed this day will come, if this is truly what you choose then it's yours to take."

"I-I don't know… it's just that, it's all in flash."

"There is nothing to fret, the world is yours to walk."

It took time for Chifya to clutch her decision and so her emotion. But at ease, she decisively resolves her certitude. Gathering her things and before she stands at the teleportation stone, she bid farewell to her clan.

Galish who on the backside slowly came towards Chifya. And with only silent stares, he offers her something draped beautifully. After quickly being handed his farewell gift, he immediately turns around and whispers to her.

"I love you Chifya, I truly do and it pains me to see you go. Then again, it pains me more to see you in sadness, so wish thee you'll find your happiness in him."

"Thank you Galish, I too hope you will find yours."

The stone brightens and within seconds it hazily distorts teleporting Chifya.

Riya heard the knocking on the front door, sleepy and not a doubt of hesitation she opens the door. And straightaway Chifya in sobbing tears hug her.

Unbound and free, she had finally found her way, her own life.