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Emblems and Heroes (A Fire Emblem Heroes x Fire Emblem Engage Crossover)

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Chapter 23, Part 3
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    • Within the confines of her tent at the Curse Directive encampment, Ebony sat hunched over the intricate lines and symbols adorning the second Niðavellir blueprint spread out before her. Her brow furrowed as she scrutinized the schematics, her thoughts consumed by the details.

    "Eitri, trying to replicate Kiran's Breidablik, huh?" Ebony mused as she stared at the second schematic. "And failing so miserably because Eitri didn't consider that the false Breidablik summons soulless shells, hollow parodies of Heroes..."

    Just then, there was a gentle knock on the entrance flap of her tent. Turning her attention towards the source, she found Shade bearing a plate of cooked venison and a tankard of water.

    As he placed the plate of cooked venison and the tankard of water on the table, Shade addressed Ebony. "Here is your lunch, Shadow Director," he said calmly. "I see you are examining the second blueprint in earnest."

    After taking a moment to collect herself, Ebony returned the gesture with a faint nod. "Thank you, Shade," she murmured thoughtfully. "Please put my food and drink on the table. I will call you if I need anything else."

    "As you wish, Shadow Director," Shade replied as he nodded. "Angeyja and I will be nearby if you require our aid."

    Once Shade had departed, Ebony leaned back in her chair, her gaze lingering on the tantalizing meal before her. As she began eating her dinner, a heavy sigh escaped her lips.

    "I can't quite understand why I'm growing so fixated on the Breidablik," Ebony muttered. "And the skeletal-looking woman that I saw in that vision… How those two instances are connected, even I do not know…"

    Despite her inner turmoil, she eventually picked up her fork and ate. Her mind was still contemplating as she savored each bite of the succulent venison.

    Amid the inferno that engulfed Florra Mill Town, Alear, Kiran, and the rest of their group fought valiantly against wave after wave of relentless Corrupted soldiers. Sweat dripped from their brows as they pressed onward, navigating the treacherous terrain while maintaining their defensive stance.

    "Grant me strength!" Alear muttered as she slashed one Elusian Axe Infantry charging at her.

    "Enough from you!" Kiran shouted as he blasted one Elusian Axe Flyer with his Breidablik.

    Then, Fjorm and Seiðr noticed two Elusians, a Mage Infantry and a Sword Calvary, charged towards Kiran. The Elusian Mage Infantry fired a fireball from their Elfire tome straight at Kiran. Fjorm jumped in front of Kiran as her Ice Mirror II activated, forming a reflective, icy shield blocking the enemy fireball aimed at Kiran.

    "You won't get past me!" Fjorm declared as she jumped out of her shattered Ice Mirror and slashed at the Elusian Mage Infantry with her Leiptr, taking them down.

    At the same time, the Elusian Sword Calvary readied their Silver Sword and galloped towards Kiran, but Seiðr was prepared. Seiðr's divine body glowed in teal and gold, activating her 'Future-Focused' ability. While the Elusian Sword Calvary's perception of time and space was distorted, Seiðr calmly readied her staff in retaliation.

    "Revealing Light!" Seiðr declared as she conjured multiple bolts from her eponymous staff, taking down the Elusian Sword Calvary.

    "Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr…" Kiran said to them. "Thanks for intercepting those enemies."

    "You're welcome," Fjorm humbly replied. "Anything to keep you safe, Kiran."

    "As am I," Seiðr spoke as she steadied her goat mount. "We must keep going."

    "I agree," Alear said as she brandished her Libération. "We can't waste any more time."

    As the group marched on, Alear called out to her comrades, her voice steady despite the intensity of the battle.

    "Alear," Kiran asked as he gripped the Breidablik tightly. "Did you give Emblem Rings to some of our allies?"

    "Yeah, I did," Alear her eyes never leaving the swirling flames ahead. "Don't worry about that, Kiran."

    "Don't worry about the Emblem Rings, Kiran!" Alfred chimed in, as he ran through a Corrupted soldier with his Arcane Qiang. "We'll put them to good use!"

    "We all have roles to play in this crucial battle," Ivy spoke as she took down an Elusian soldier with her Icebound Tome. "It may be best to focus on what is important right now."

    "Alright," Kiran nodded. "In that case, we all know where our current priorities are."

    "That's right," Alear instructed, her eyes never leaving the swirling flames ahead. "Our priority must be to reach Evil Veyle and the Corrupted Hyacinth."

    Kiran nodded grimly, releasing a powerful magic bolt from his Breidablik that obliterated a particularly menacing Corrupted soldier. "That won't be an easy feat," he warned. "Especially when Elusian and Corrupted enemies are going to attack us from every angle."

    Baldraz, the spirit residing within the Breidablik, suddenly spoke up, his tone resonating. "Be warned," he cautioned ominously. "One of the Four Hounds approaches your position."

    With that warning fresh in their minds, the group braced themselves as they spotted Griss, clad in dark armor and leading a squadron of Corrupted soldiers and Elusians toward them. He grinned wickedly at the group.

    "There you all are!" Griss threatened. "I'm Griss of the Four Hounds! If you hit me, I'll hit right back!"

    Alfred and Celine exchanged worried glances as they noticed the distinctive Ring of the Caring Princess adorning Griss' finger. As a result, Alfred, Celine, and their retainers – Boucheron, Etie, Louis, and Chloe – swiftly moved to engage Griss in combat, giving Alear and Kiran a chance to retreat and regroup.

    Alfred looked at Alear and Kiran with steely determination. "Divine One, Kiran…" he said to them. "Leave Griss to us."

    "And I'll do my part to defend Prince Alfred," Boucheron declared wielding his Steel Axe. "And this time, I won't get lost!"

    "Let me at him," Etie declared as she readied her Protection Bow+. "I've got muscle to spare!"

    Celine echoed her brother's sentiments, turning to address her friends. "Griss wields the Ring of the Caring Princess," she explained gravely. "Alfred and I will try to retrieve that ring from him if we can."

    "As one of Princess Celine's retainers, I live to serve," Louis said as he equipped his Silver Lance. "I'll help out in any way I can."

    "Likewise, I'll do the same," Chloe declared as she brandished her Dreaming Spear. "I'm ready to dig in!"

    Among the Ljosalfr of Sweet Dreams, Peony couldn't stand idly by. "I wish to aid Alfred and Celine in this battle," she pledged, her voice full of conviction. "I feel they'll need sweet dreams to gain the advantage."

    Alear nodded sympathetically, her eyes filled with concern. "Alright, I'll leave Griss to you three," she implored. "Take care of yourselves."

    Kiran agreed, issuing orders to the remaining members of their party. "The rest of us will press on ahead," he decided. "Good luck to you all."

    As they disappeared into the distance, Griss sneered contemptuously at the small group facing him. "Ah, I was going to fight the Divine One and her trusty Summoner, but you lot will have to do," he boasted, reveling in the prospect of prolonged conflict. "Let us begin our little game of pain, shall we?"

    Continuing their advance through the war-ravaged landscape, Alear and Kiran's group dispatched any Corrupted or Elusian enemies that dared cross their path. Amidst the carnage, Alear glanced at Alfred and Celine, her heart heavy with worry.

    "I hope Alfred and Celine will make it through this safely," Alear voiced her concerns to Kiran.

    Kiran offered her a reassuring smile, his voice filled with confidence. "They'll be fine," he assured her. "Not only do they have Peony's assistance, but Etie and Chloe are also summoned as Heroes."

    Before they could fully absorb this news, Baldraz's spectral voice interrupted them, his tone grave. "Another one of the Four Hounds stands in your path, along with a battalion of Corrupted and Elusians," he intoned. "Be ready for them."

    Alear and Kiran exchanged anxious looks as they observed Marni, one of the Four Hounds, emerge from the smoke and shadows, accompanied by a formidable force of Corrupted soldiers and Elusians. Armed with the Ring of the Young Lion, she defiantly taunted them.

    "With him at my side, I'm invincible!" Marni boasted arrogantly as she showed off the Ring of the Young Lion. "I won't let you pass!"

    Realizing that Marni bore the Ring of the Young Lion, Diamant and Alcryst acted swiftly, calling on their retainers – Amber, Jade, Citrinne, and Lapis – to support them.

    Diamant addressed Alear and Kiran with a sense of duty. "Marni possesses the Ring of the Young Lion, one of the Emblem Rings entrusted to the Kingdom of Brodia," he informed them. "We'll take her down and try to retrieve the Emblem Ring if we can."

    "Alright!" Amber declared as he readied his Killer Lance. "I'll fight so hard that I'll start a legend!"

    "My iron wall is ready," Jade remarked as her grip on her Silver Axe tightened. "I might have to write a book about this."

    Alcryst stared at Marni as he readied his Arcane Darkbow. "Y-you guys g-go on ahead," he urged. "We've got this covered."

    "I'm with you, Prince Alcryst!" Lapis said as she readied her Defier's Sword+. "If anyone's going to defend you, it ought to be me and Citrinne."

    "I agree," Citrinne replied to Alcryst as she held her Tome of Luxuries. "As your retainers, such duties should naturally fall to us."

    Mirabilis, the enchanting Alfr of Daydreams, joined the fray, her eyes shining with determination. "Yawn…" she mumbled. "I wish to aid… Diamant and Alcryst…."

    Kiran granted them his permission. "In that case," he conceded. "I'll leave Marni to you all."

    Alear shared words of encouragement, and her voice filled with warmth and concern. "Please come back safely," she implored. "Take care of yourselves."

    "Oh no you don't!" Marni exclaimed as she addressed the battalion of Elusian and Corrupted that came along with her. "What are you lot gawking there for?! Attack the Divine One and Kiran Pathfinder!"

    The battalion of Elusians and Corrupted charged at Alear and Kiran's group as they were about to move forward, but a powerful gust of wind intervened, taking out an Elusian soldier while knocking down the rest, allowing the group to move away from Marni and her battalion, much to her frustration. Then, Marni glared at Diamant and Alcryst's group and saw that a blonde woman wearing an elegant brown dress was the one who conjured the wind gust.

    "May I cut in?" Citrinne calmly declared as she knocked several Elusians and Corrupted with a blast from her Tome of Luxuries.

    With Alear and Kiran's group having bypassed her, Marni had no other choice but to face the combined might of Diamant, Alcryst, Mirabilis, Amber, Jade, Citrinne, and Lapis.

    Unfazed by their approach, Marni scoffed condescendingly, brandishing the Ring of the Young Lion. "Fine! As if you're going to win against me!" she boasted, reveling in the perceived superiority bestowed upon her by the Emblem Ring. "With my Emblem Ring, you are all so dead!"

    At the heart of the fiery destruction that engulfed Florra Mill Town, Evil Veyle watched impassively as Griss and Marni, two of her Four Hounds, engaged in fierce combat against Alear and Kiran's steadfast army. The scene unfolded before her like a macabre dance, with both sides locked in a deadly struggle for supremacy.

    Evil Veyle glanced sidelong at Corrupted Hyacinth, who remained unwaveringly loyal by her side, and Mauvier, whose expression seemed troubled.

    "Mauvier," Evil Veyle inquired as she looked at Mauvier. "Why don't you join the fight against Alear and Kiran's army?"

    Mauvier met her gaze evenly, his eyes reflective. "Lady… Veyle," he replied, his voice low and deliberate. "I prefer to face them here."

    Annoyance crept into Evil Veyle's features, and she narrowed her eyes. "So be it," she asked curtly. "Have I bestowed an Emblem Ring upon you, Mauvier?"

    Mauvier hesitated briefly before responding truthfully. "No, Lady Veyle… You have not given any Emblem Ring to me," he confessed. "But, I do not need any Emblem Ring to be effective in battle."

    "Fine, have it your way," Evil Veyle huffed in annoyance. "I still expect you to fight against the Divine One and Kiran Pathfinder."

    Evil Veyle turned her attention back to the ongoing battle, her expression unreadable as she mulled over Mauvier's words. Meanwhile, Mauvier gazed intently at his right hand as he contemplated his next moves.

    'It will not be much longer before I can reveal my true intentions to you and Sombron,' Mauvier thought, biding his time for the perfect moment to execute his betrayal. 'All for the pact I made with the Divine One and Kiran Pathfinder… for the sake of the true Lady Veyle…'

    As they continued their relentless advance, Alear and Kiran's group took down any Elusian and Corrupted enemy that dared oppose them. Alear shared her thoughts with Kiran, her voice filled with regret.

    "Just like Alfred and Celine," Alear admitted. "We had to leave Diamant, Alcryst, and their retainers behind to deal with Marni."

    Kiran offered her an encouraging smile, his voice confident. "Don't worry, they'll be fine," he assured her. "Mirabilis will be there to support them, and Citrinne and Lapis were summoned as Heroes by Diamant and Alcryst."

    Suddenly, Baldraz's spectral voice rang out, his tone grave. "Another one of the Four Hounds blocks your path," he announced. "Be on your guard."

    Alear and Kiran exchanged worried glances as they beheld Zephia, one of the Four Hounds, riding majestically atop her wyvern. Surrounded by a vast horde of Elusian and Corrupted soldiers, she glowered at them maliciously.

    Zephia let loose a triumphant laugh, her eyes blazing with anger. "Well, well, well… If it isn't the lizard and her Summoner!" she challenged, her voice echoing across the battlefield. "I want payback for humiliating me back at Solm Palace!"

    In response to Zephia's challenge, Timerra and Fogado sprang into action, rallying their retainers – Merrin, Panette, Pandreo, and Bunet – to join them.

    Timerra addressed Alear and Kiran with determination. "Divine One! Summoner!" she declared. "Leave Zephia to us! She's going to pay for what she did back at Solm!"

    "I agree, my princess," Merrin remarked as she rode her wolf. "I'll do what I can to help you take Zephia down."

    "You got it, boss!" Panette declared as she twirled her Killer Axe. "I do think retribution is due."

    Fogado readied his Killer Bow as he glared at Zephia. "Move on without us," he advised. "We can handle this."

    "Come on! AWOOO!" Pandreo howled as he readied his Elfire tome. "Let's do this!"

    "I am Bunet, royal soldier of Solm," Bunet declared as he brandished his Steel Sword. "I'll be ready to dish it out."

    Then, Alfonse interjected, representing Sharena, Commander Anna, and Veronica. "On behalf of my companions," he requested politely. "Please allow us to assist in the fight against Zephia."

    "Timerra and Fogado," Sharena said enthusiastically, her voice brimming with excitement. "We'd love to help you out!"

    Seadall, the Solm dancer Alear and Kiran recently recruited, stepped boldly forward. "Divine One and Kiran Pathfinder," he declared. "I want to contribute to this battle."

    Plumeria, the Dokkalfr of Lewd Dreams, added her voice to the mix. "Zephia annoys me for some reason," she stated cryptically. "I'll join in to help out."

    With newfound resolve, Alear nodded approvingly at the assembled warriors. "I understand. I'll leave Zephia to you all," she decreed. "Be careful, everyone."

    "In that case," Kiran agreed as he gripped his Breidablik tightly. "The rest of our group will press on ahead."

    Commander Anna spoke firmly, addressing Kiran. "Leave Zephia to us," she insisted. "We'll catch up later on."

    As her eyes gleamed with determination, Veronica expressed her eagerness to engage in combat again. "I want to settle things with Zephia after our previous encounter," she stated emphatically.

    "As if I would allow you to approach Lady Veyle!" Zephia scoffed as she turned her attention to the Elusian and Corrupted battalion under her command. "Kill the them all!"

    The Elusian and Corrupted battalion charged at Alear, Kiran, and their allies, but they were intercepted by Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna who blocked their path.

    "Go on ahead!" Alfonse said as he blocked an Elusian soldier's attack with his Fólkvangr. "We'll handle Zephia and her army!"

    As Alear, Kiran, and their allies moved forward, Zephia fired a lightning bolt from her Thoron tome. Still, Veronica saw that attack coming and conjured a dark orb from her Enclosing Dark tome to intercept Zephia's attack.

    "Zephia, your efforts to stop them are for naught," Veronica declared to Zephia. "They will bypass you. You will not interfere."

    As the remainder of Alear and Kiran's group moved forward, vanquishing any Corrupted or Elusian adversaries that crossed their path, Zephia glared at the group that remained to fight her.

    "If your group can manage to defeat me while I wield the Ring of the Holy Knight, then by all means, give it a try," Zephia jeered mockingly as her tainted Emblem Ring leaked dark miasma. "You will all die under my Emblem Ring's power!"

    Alfonse, his Fólkvangr sword held aloft, fixed Zephia with a steely gaze. "We'll see about that," he vowed. "You don't frighten us!"

    Veronica opened her Enclosing Dark tome, her expression stern. "You're getting on my nerves, Zephia," she grumbled. "Truthfully, I have been waiting for this since our last showdown at Firene Castle."

    Timerra twirled her Killer Lance menacingly, her voice resonating with authority. "Enough chit-chat!" she exclaimed. "Let's begin this fight, shall we?"
     
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    • Chapter 23, Part 4
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    • Meanwhile, in the Realm of Ásgarðr, Loki and Thórr found themselves seated around an untouched board of Forma Souls arranged in a chess-like formation, captivated by a mystical projection revealing the unfolding conflict in Elyos.

    Loki observed the battle with keen interest, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I must admit, I quite enjoy watching the battle in Elyos progress," she commented thoughtfully. "I sure wish I could travel to Elyos and cause... a bit of ruckus, don't you think, Thórr?"

    Thórr, ever the stern Ásgarðr War God, reprimanded her sister sternly. "Stay your hand, Loki," she reminded Loki firmly. "Our role for the time being is merely to observe, not to partake in the battle itself."

    Loki pouted petulantly at Thórr, her curiosity piqued. "But what if we played Pawns of Loki instead?" she suggested playfully. "It would pass the time."

    Thórr stared at Loki incredulously, shaking her head. "Loki," she protested. "You know full well that I lose to you in your... games more than half the time."

    Frustration creased Loki's brow, and she sighed dramatically. "But we have nothing better to do while we monitor Kiran's actions in Elyos," she argued persistently. "Come on, Thórr. By your words, I admit I lose to you sometimes if it makes you feel better."

    Reluctantly, Thórr gave in to her sibling's demands. "Fine, I will play a chess match with you, Loki," she conceded begrudgingly. "But only because you insisted, even if I do not like playing this board game of Formas that you have created."

    Loki grinned triumphantly, moving the first chess piece with pride. "Excellent, let the game commence," she proclaimed, eager to test her strategic prowess against her beloved sister Thórr.

    In Elyos, as Alear and Kiran's determined group marched onward, annihilating any Corrupted or Elusian foe standing in their path, Ivy voiced her concerns atop her wyvern. "Alfred and Celine, Diamant and Alcryst, and now, Timerra and Fogado..." she questioned apprehensively. "Divine One, Kiran... Do you think it's wise for our army to remain divided like this?"

    Alear considered the situation gravely before answering. "Evil Veyle had intended to divide her army into smaller units," she explained. "Given the circumstances, it seems necessary for us to follow suit."

    "Don't worry about that, Ivy," Kiran replied as he glanced at Triandra, who was flying alongside them. "That's why I summoned the four alfar for this battle."

    Hortensia, riding her trusty pegasus, joined the conversation. "Ivy, we can't ignore that Father has been turned into a Corrupted," she emphasized solemnly. "We need to confront him ourselves."

    Ivy nodded sadly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Indeed, our army's division was inevitable for this reason," she acknowledged.

    Unfortunately, just as they discussed strategy, a massive battalion of Corrupted soldiers materialized before Alear and Kiran's group, barring their passage towards Evil Veyle and Hyacinth, followed by several Elusian soldiers backing the battalion.

    The relentless barrage of Elusian and Corrupted soldiers formed an impassable barrier between Alear and Kiran's group and their objectives. Among those ready to defend their princess was Kagetsu, one of Ivy's most trusted retainers. Wielding his Wo Dao sword, he stood firm against the tide of darkness.

    "These enemies may be unyielding," Kagetsu pledged resolutely. "But for Princess Ivy, I will never falter!"

    Upon hearing Kagetsu's steadfast commitment, Ivy devised a plan. Reining in her wyvern, Ivy swooped low beside Kiran, her voice ringing clear above the chaos of battle. "Kiran," she asked hopefully. "Can you summon Kagetsu as a Hero to bolster our ranks?"

    "Hmm?" Kiran muttered as he looked at Ivy. "I'm curious as to why you made that request."

    "It's because Zelkov can fight at range using his daggers," Ivy explained. "Kagetsu is a Swordmaster, meaning he fights at close range and is thus vulnerable to ranged attackers."

    Alear, focused on dispatching nearby Corrupted soldiers, turned to Kiran. "Ivy's right," she urged. "You should accept Ivy's request since we could use every advantage possible in this battle."

    "Princess Ivy *is* correct," Zelkov agreed as he threw his Silver Daggers at one of the Corrupted soldiers. "Kagetsu will be *more* likely to survive should he be summoned as a Hero."

    "Zappy!" Yunaka grinned as she took out an Elusian mage with her daggers. "For once, I agree with him! That samurai guy won't last long unless Kiran summons him!"

    Kagetsu listened intently, his resolve unwavering as he slashed a Corrupted soldier wielding a Steel Axe. "Should Princess Ivy wish for me to be summoned by Kiran as a Hero," he promised. "I shall gladly comply. I am more than ready, Kiran!"

    With Ivy's permission and Kagetsu's approval, Kiran loaded a single Golden Summon Orb with renewed determination into the Breidablik. He raised his voice above in confirmation. "Then, it's settled!" he commanded. "Cover me as I attempt to summon Kagetsu as a Hero!"

    Prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, the group rallied together, shielding Kiran as he initiated the powerful summoning ritual.

    Alear nodded decisively, positioning herself protectively in front of Kiran as he prepared to summon Kagetsu.

    "Everyone!" Alear called out to her comrades, her voice steady and robust. "Defend Kiran during the summoning process!"

    "They won't get past us!" Fjorm declared as she blocked a fireball from an Elusian Mage Infantry using her Ice Mirror II.

    "I shall defend Kiran with what I have," Seiðr declared as she conjured multiple bolts of light at one of the Elusian Wyvern Riders.

    Amidst the onslaught of battle, Elusian and Corrupted enemies charged toward them, intent on thwarting their efforts. As Alear and the rest of the group fought off the enemy battalion, Kiran aimed at Kagetsu with the Breidablik, focusing intently on where Kagetsu stood amongst the multitude of soldiers.

    Chanting softly, Kiran invoked the power within himself. "Gathering wishes to call on the Swordmaster in service to the Snow Queen!" he chanted. "Become the path its light shines upon!"

    As Kiran pulled the trigger, the Breidablik released a brilliant Golden Summon Orb, which arced gracefully through the air and engulfed Kagetsu in a gentle, radiant glow.

    "Hero Summon!" Kiran finished chanting. "Brandish your blade, Kagetsu, the Onigiri Samurai!"

    Transfixed by the divine energy coursing through him, Kagetsu watched in awe as his Wo Dao transformed into a magnificent weapon befitting a hero. His heart swelled with gratitude and duty.

    "I am Kagetsu of Elusia!" Kagetsu solemnly pledged. "Kiran! From this day forth, I shall be a Hero, protecting you and Princess Ivy!"

    Ivy's eyes widened in admiration as she witnessed Kagetsu's Wo Dao sword undergo a remarkable transformation upon his summons as a Hero. Unable to contain her curiosity, she had her wyvern fly closer to Kiran.

    "Kiran, I noticed that Kagetsu's weapon has changed," Ivy asked, gesturing towards Kagetsu's newly empowered weapon. "What kind of sword is that?"

    Intrigued by the question, Kiran scrutinized the blade with the Breidablik. "This is known as the Reversal Blade+," he informed Ivy, explaining, "It grants Kagetsu increased strength and agility while simultaneously weakening any enemy engaging him in combat – providing he either attacks first or remains close to an ally."

    A satisfied smile spread across Ivy's features as she recalled her experience with such transformations. Ivy held her cherished Icebound Tome tightly. "Just like my Icebound Tome… To think this tome used to be a simple Thoron tome," she said to Kiran. "Yet, when you summoned me as a Hero, it became a unique tome suited to me."

    Alear, observing the exchange, interjected optimistically, "With Kagetsu now a Hero," she remarked. "Our group stands a much stronger chance against the battalion of Corrupted soldiers obstructing our path."

    Emboldened by their collective might, Kiran readied the Breidablik. "Then, we shouldn't dally any longer," he declared. "We have to plow our way through these Corrupted to reach Evil Veyle and Corrupted Hyacinth."

    And thus, the group advanced, determined to overcome the formidable opposition.

    At the heart of the charred remains of Florra Mill Town, the malevolent figure of Evil Veyle narrowed her eyes as she beheld Alear and Kiran's indomitable force laying waste to yet another horde of Elusian and Corrupted adversaries. Despite having dispersed a significant portion of their forces to contend with three of the Four Hounds, the tenacity of their group refused to wane.

    Vexed, Evil Veyle turned her attention to Hyacinth, the former King of Elusia now twisted into an obedient Corrupted soldier.

    "Corrupted Hyacinth!" Evil Veyle snarled imperiously. "Go forth and attack the enemy!"

    "Yes…" Corrupted Hyacinth replied as he equipped his Master Lance. "Lady Veyle…"

    Adhering to her command without hesitation, Corrupted Hyacinth led a sizable contingent of Elusians and Corrupted troops toward Alear and Kiran's advancing army.

    Meanwhile, Evil Veyle cast a suspicious glance over to Mauvier, who stood silently nearby. With a sinister gleam in her eye, she briefly turned her attention to Mauvier.

    "Mauvier," Evil Veyle addressed him. "I'll require your aid in countering Alear and Kiran Pathfinder when they eventually reach this area."

    Mauvier, bound by the recent pact he had struck with Alear and Kiran, hesitated before responding. Reluctantly, he lied, feigning submission. "Of course, Lady… Veyle," he replied deceptively. "I shall defend you when the time arrives."

    Evil Veyle detected Mauvier's hesitation for a fleeting instant, but she chose to overlook it, focusing instead on the encroaching threat posed by Alear and Kiran's relentless army.

    Continuing their relentless advance, Alear and Kiran's group decimated any Corrupted or Elusian foes daring enough to cross their path. Amidst the carnage, Kagetsu, the recently summoned Hero, fought bravely with his Reversal Blade+.

    "Rest in pieces!" Kagetsu declared as he slashed a Corrupted soldier.

    Rosado, watching from afar, marveled at Kagetsu's prowess. "Look at Kagetsu go!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "Isn't that adorable?"

    "I agree," Goldmary remarked as she slashed an Elusian soldier with her Steel Sword. "He's more confident the moment Kiran summoned him."

    High above her wyvern, Ivy observed the scene unfolding below. Her lips curved into a proud smile as she witnessed Kagetsu cutting down multiple enemies with ease. "He fights harder than usual," she remarked thoughtfully.

    Alear nodded in agreement. "Perhaps he feels compelled to serve Ivy as her retainer," she suggested. "I suppose this is Kagetsu's way of showing his loyalty towards Ivy."

    "As a newly summoned Hero," Kiran remarked. "Kagetsu appears more emboldened in defending Ivy's cause."

    "I see," Ivy muttered as she reined in her wyvern. "Kagetsu is doing this for my sake…"

    Suddenly, Baldraz's voice echoed within Kiran's Breidablik. "The Corrupted form of Hyacinth approaches with a sizeable contingent of Elusian and Corrupted soldiers," he warned ominously. "Be ready for them."

    As the twisted visage of Corrupted Hyacinth and his menacing army came into view, Alear's voice rang out grimly to her companions. "Ivy and Hortensia," he asked them. "Are you two prepared to confront your father?"

    Ivy closed her eyes briefly, her heart heavy with sorrowful anticipation. "No, Divine One. Honestly, I am not truly prepared," she confessed, "But we must bring an end to his torment and grant Father a peaceful passing."

    Hortensia nodded sternly, sharing her sister's sentiment. "I know it's not easy to confront Father, especially since he has become... a Corrupted," she agreed with a tinge of hesitation and resolve. "But, I… think we need to confront him to move forward!"

    Alear and Kiran briefly glanced at each other, knowing that what Hortensia said was her way of coping and that she and Ivy needed to take down their father and put him to rest.

    Triandra, the lone alfr remaining with the group, offered encouragement. "I know well the pain of facing a father, having done what I needed to do," she sympathized, "But, what you two are doing is to grant your father a peaceful passing since he was brought back as a Corrupted."

    As Triandra spoke, Kiran acted swiftly, conjuring five Sacred Seals from the depths of the Breidablik. He distributed these precious artifacts evenly among Ivy, Hortensia, Rosado, Kagetsu, and Triandra. "Use these items wisely," he instructed gravely, "They may provide the edge we need in this desperate hour."

    As Kiran handed each of them a Sacred Seal, Kagetsu questioned the nature of the objects. "What exactly are these items, Kiran?" he inquired curiously.

    "These are Sacred Seals, special items that only Heroes can wield. Each carries unique abilities tailored specifically to aid you in battle," Kiran explained. "Yours, Kagetsu, is named Darting Breath; it enhances your speed and special acceleration if the enemy strikes you first."

    Rosado received the next seal, which was labeled Flier Formation. "So, Kiran," he asked. "What does the Flier Formation seal do?"

    "Rosado, Flier Formation allows a flying Hero to move near another flying ally," Kiran replied. "I gave you that Sacred Seal because you're the only flyer among Hortensia's retainers."

    As Rosado nodded to Kiran, Ivy's fingers carefully traced the intricate design of the Iote's Shield seal in her hands, a nostalgic sparkle in her eyes. "I remember asking Peony about how Sacred Seals work," she reminisced softly, her voice tinged with a hint of wonder.

    Triandra nodded in agreement, her grip firm on the Aerobatics seal she held. "These Sacred Seals seem to focus on defense and support," she observed, her voice thoughtful. "Especially with my Aerobatics seal, it will allow me to reach an infantry or armored ally in need swiftly."

    "We cannot afford to underestimate the challenge ahead," Kiran cautioned, emphasizing the importance of their newfound powers. "Corrupted Hyacinth and his army pose a great danger, and these Sacred Seals will prove essential in our struggle against them."

    Listening intently to Kiran's exposition, Ivy discreetly placed the Iote's Shield seal within the hem of her gown. Turning to Alear and Kiran, she declared firmly, "You two should proceed and deal with Evil Veyle. Hortensia and I, alongside our retainers, will handle Father."

    "Zappy!" Yunaka cheerfully chimed in as she glanced at Zelkov, who grunted in annoyance. "I wanna help out too! I feel that two dagger throwers are needed for this fight!"

    Triandra, the enigmatic Dokkalfr of Nightmares, expressed her intention to join them. "Allow me to assist you," she proposed gently. "My powers over nightmares can grant a boon in battle."

    Nodding in approval, Alear addressed Ivy, Hortensia, Zelkov, Yunaka, Kagetsu, Goldmary, and Triandra. "Very well, we'll trust in your abilities," she implored. "But be careful, all of you."

    Kiran then addressed the group. "Alright," he declared. "In that case, the rest of us shall press onward to the center of Florra Mill Town and prepare for the inevitable clash with Evil Veyle."

    As Alear, Kiran, Fjorm, and Seiðr moved away, Corrupted Hyacinth approached Ivy and Hortensia, his gaze filled with confusion. "Who are you?" he asked blankly, seemingly unaware of their identities. "Do I detect fear, hatred, or perhaps sadness in your expressions?"

    Gripping their weapons tightly, Ivy and Hortensia steeled themselves, preparing to confront the Corrupted embodiment of their beloved father. With their retainers supporting them along with Yunaka and Triandra, Ivy and Hortensia were determined to put Hyacinth down and free him from the foul magics of Evil Veyle and Fell Dragon Sombron.
     
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    • In the Realm of Ásgarðr, the golden twilight hues cast long shadows across the grand hall, where Thórr and Loki sat by an intricately carved chessboard. Thórr sighed deeply, her eyes lingering on the checkered battlefield where her Forma pieces lay in disarray.

    Loki leaned back in her chair, a smug smirk on her lips. "Checkmate," she declared, her tone dripping with satisfaction. "I win this match."

    Thórr met her gaze, a serene calmness in her demeanor. "I suppose I can take some solace," she replied evenly. "That you only win half the time."

    Loki's smirk widened into a genuine smile. "Indeed, my dear," she said, her voice light and teasing. "And our match ended just in time, too."

    Thórr's attention shifted to a magical projection hovering nearby, its shimmering surface revealing a scene of impending conflict. "It seems Kiran and his allies are about to confront their adversary," she observed, her tone growing serious as she watched Kiran, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr approach Evil Veyle.

    Loki's eyes sparkled with playful mischief. "That's why, even if you lost, our chess match is a delightful way to pass the time," she said, leaning forward with interest. "Now we can watch the climax of the Battle of Firene unfold."

    Thórr nodded, her gaze fixed on the projection. "As the climax of the battle unfolds," she mused aloud, her voice filled with anticipation. "What will Kiran do to triumph in that battle?"

    The two Aesir goddesses watched in silence, the weight of their divine presence palpable in the room as the fate of the heroes below played out before them.

    In Elyos, Kiran led Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr ever closer to the looming presence of Evil Veyle. With every step, they cut down any Elusian and Corrupted enemy that dared obstruct their path.

    Turning to his comrades, Kiran sought confirmation of their readiness. "The main confrontation draws near," he queried earnestly. "Are you all ready to protect me and confront Evil Veyle?"

    Fjorm, steadfast as always. "Of course, Kiran," she replied. "I will do whatever I can to safeguard you."

    Seiðr added her commitment, "Your survival is crucial, Kiran," she affirmed. "I vow to contribute to bringing down Evil Veyle."

    "We've got this," Alear replied as she shared her thoughts. "But a part of me wants revenge against Evil Veyle for taking the Emblem Rings from us at Destinea Cathedral."

    "Don't worry about that, Alear," Kiran offered reassurance."There will come a day when Emblems Marth, Celica, Sigurd, Roy, Leif, and Micaiah reunite with us."

    "Of course," Alear replied as she smiled warmly, encouraged by Kiran's optimism. "I can't wait when that day comes..."

    As Kiran, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr cautiously approached the burning center of Florra Mill Town, the air thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the crackling of flames, a haunting voice resonated from within Kiran's Breidablik. Baldraz, the enigmatic spirit tied to the ancient artifact, spoke with a sense of urgency.

    "The time has come," Baldraz's voice echoed ominously in Kiran's mind. "Evil Veyle approaches, bearing the tainted Ring of the Hero-King. Be ready for her."

    Just as Baldraz's warning settled in, a shadow fell over the group as Evil Veyle, accompanied by her Elusian and Corrupted army, emerged from the smoky haze. Alear's eyes widened as she caught sight of the corrupted artifact clutched in Evil Veyle's hand, the tainted Ring of the Hero-King, a symbol of power twisted by darkness.

    "For the memory of Emblem Marth," Alear declared with determination, her grip tightening on her weapon. "Evil Veyle must be stopped."

    Evil Veyle's lips curled into a chilling smirk as she let out a low, menacing chuckle. "Ah, you took your time to show yourselves finally," she taunted, her voice dripping with malice. "How fitting that the burning remains of Florra Mill Town will witness our battle."

    "You raised Hyacinth as a Corrupted and burned off most of Florra Mill Town," Alear said as she glared at Evil Veyle. "You're a monster."

    Kiran, his expression a mix of defiance and resolve, stepped forward to address the evil counterpart of the real Veyle. "I despise your sadism and wanton destruction," he declared. "Your reign of terror ends here."

    The air around Evil Veyle seemed to distort as dark miasma leaked from her form, shrouding her in a sinister aura.

    Fixing her gaze on Alear and Kiran, Evil Veyle's eyes gleamed with vengeful intent. "Silence!" she spat, her voice laced with venomous fury. "You both will pay dearly for what you did to me at Destinea Cathedral."

    As the tension reached its peak, the moment Evil Veyle uttered her menacing threat, her Elusian and Corrupted army surged forward in a relentless charge towards Kiran, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr, their corrupted forms moving with unnatural speed and malice. To defend Kiran, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr stood in front of Kiran with their weapons ready.

    "You won't get past me!" Fjorm declared as she blocked one magic attack from an Elusian Mage with her Ice Mirror II.

    "I must keep going!" Seiðr declared as she used her eponymous staff to blast one of the Corrupted away.

    As Fjorm and Seiðr took down several enemies, a radiant figure materialized beside Alear, emanating an aura of light and strength. It was Emblem Lucina, a manifestation from Alear's Ring of the Princess Exalt, who spoke with a voice filled with determination.

    "Now's the time to engage with me, Alear," Emblem Lucina's voice resonated in Alear's mind, urging her into action against the looming threat. "Kiran will need everything at our disposal."

    Alear nodded in response as her fingers gripped the Ring of the Princess Exalt tightly. "I understand," she declared. "Emblem Engage!"

    Thus, Alear activated the Ring of the Princess Exalt and invoked its power, causing a radiant transformation to wash over her, assuming her Engaged form with newfound strength and agility.

    Meanwhile, Fjorm and Seiðr stood their ground against the onslaught of the Elusian and Corrupted army, their weapons clashing in a symphony of battle as they defended their allies.

    Evil Veyle, her eyes gleaming with malevolence, unleashed a dark orb of energy from her Obscurité toward Kiran, a lethal projectile aimed at his heart. Before the attack could find its mark, Alear leaped into action, wielding her Libération sword with precision and speed to intercept Evil Veyle's dark magic, deflecting it away harmlessly.

    "You will not harm Kiran," Alear's voice rang out with fiery determination as she stood protectively in front of Kiran, her blade shimmering with a righteous light.

    Evil Veyle, her features contorted with rage, sneered at the heroes before her. "You…" she scoffed at Alear, her voice dripping with sadistic delight. "I will enjoy brutally killing you both very much."

    Undeterred by Evil Veyle's threats, Kiran met her gaze with unwavering resolve. "I have faced enemies far more menacing than you. You are but a fleeting shadow in the grand tapestry of challenges we have overcome," he declared, his voice echoing with a calm confidence that seemed to unsettle Evil Veyle.

    Gritting her teeth in frustration, Evil Veyle's eyes blazed with utter contempt as she prepared to unleash her full wrath upon the heroes who dared to defy the will of Fell Dragon Sombron.

    As the malevolent aura surrounding Evil Veyle intensified, more dark miasma seeped from her form like a twisted shroud of darkness. With a chilling smile curling her lips, she fixed her gaze on Kiran, her voice dripping with malice.

    "You would dare underestimate me, Kiran Pathfinder?!" Evil Veyle's words were laced with venom as she taunted him. "For that, you will die right here and now!"

    Alear's eyes widened in alarm as Evil Veyle unleashed another dark orb from her Obscurité, the lethal magic hurtling towards Kiran with deadly precision. With a sense of urgency, Alear shouted a warning to Kiran, her voice filled with concern.

    "Kiran, watch out!" Alear exclaimed as she tried to run in front of Kiran to intercept Evil Veyle's attack once again.

    Then, a Corrupted soldier, wielding a menacing Steel Axe, charged at Alear, intent on striking her down and preventing her from reaching Kiran in time to deflect the dark orb aimed at him. Alear braced herself for the impending attack, her focus divided as she prepared to defend against the oncoming threat.

    "Kiran!" Alear said as she slashed the interfering Corrupted soldier. "Dodge that attack!"

    Evil Veyle's grin widened with sadistic pleasure as she boasted to Kiran, her eyes alight with dark delight. "You should've dodged that attack," she taunted, relishing the impending confrontation. "You will meet your end here, by my hands."

    Kiran, undaunted by Evil Veyle's threats, readied his Breidablik with a confident smirk playing on his lips. "Are you sure about that?" he challenged, his voice calm and collected as he prepared to face the Fell Child head-on. "I was banking on you to attack me and you fell for it."

    With a swift motion, Kiran unleashed a brilliant light orb from the Breidablik, the radiant energy colliding with Evil Veyle's dark magic in a dazzling display of opposing forces. The clash of light and darkness created a blinding flash, causing Evil Veyle to shield her eyes from the overwhelming brilliance.

    Sensing a crucial opening in the chaotic battlefield, Baldraz's voice resonated in Kiran's mind, urging him to take action.

    "Kiran," Baldraz's words were filled with urgency and purpose. "It is time to summon two certain Heroes."

    Kiran's smirk widened into a knowing grin. "I've been waiting for something like this," he muttered confidently. "All the pieces have fallen into place."

    As the orbs of light and darkness continued colliding, the stage was set for a strategic maneuver that would shift the tide of battle and bring forth unexpected allies to aid in the fight against Evil Veyle and her dark forces.

    As Male Alear and Veyle exited the Aether Resort's Dining Hall, their bellies satisfied from the hearty lunch they had just enjoyed, a warm camaraderie lingered between them. Male Alear turned to Veyle, his expression thoughtful as he spoke.

    "Did you have your fill, Veyle?" Male Alear inquired, his voice tinged with concern.

    Veyle beamed with contentment, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Oh, I indulged in a lot of spicy curry for lunch," she replied cheerfully. "It was delicious!"

    A sudden soft, white glow enveloped their bodies, casting a gentle radiance around them. Male Alear's senses sharpened, a realization dawning upon him as he spoke with a sense of urgency.

    "Veyle, do you feel that?" Male Alear's voice carried a sense of determination as he addressed Veyle. "Kiran needs us."

    Veyle's eyes widened in anticipation, a fierce resolve burning within her as she responded with unwavering resolve.

    "The day has come for me to confront my evil counterpart, Evil Veyle," Veyle declared, her voice filled with determination. "It seems Sharena was right all along."

    Male Alear nodded in agreement, his gaze meeting Veyle's with a shared understanding. "Let's not keep Kiran waiting," he suggested, a sense of purpose guiding their actions.

    In a dazzling display of light, Male Alear and Veyle vanished from the tranquil setting of the World of Zenith, their forms dissipating into motes of radiant energy. With unwavering determination, they embarked on their journey back to Elyos, ready to stand alongside Kiran and defend against the looming threat of Evil Veyle and her malevolent schemes.

    The battlefield crackled with energy as the clash between the dark and light orbs reached a crescendo. Kiran's voice rang out confidently, his incantation echoing through the chaos.

    "Gathering wishes to Dragon Youth and the Gentle Dragon!" Kiran's words carried power as he invoked the ancient magic, channeling his resolve into a summoning spell. "Become the path its light shines upon!"

    With a deafening explosion, the two opposing forces of darkness and light erupted in a blinding burst of energy, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. Corrupted and Elusians alike were knocked off their feet, caught in the aftermath of the powerful collision, while Evil Veyle instinctively shielded her eyes from the overwhelming radiance.

    As the brilliance began to fade, Evil Veyle cautiously opened her eyes, her gaze falling upon two figures that materialized before her. Kiran's voice resonated with authority as he completed the summoning ritual.

    "Hero Summon!" Kiran declared, his tone unwavering as he welcomed the newly summoned allies to the fray. "I bring forth Male Alear and the real Veyle into battle!"

    Male Alear stepped forward, his presence commanding as he addressed Kiran with a sense of readiness. "Kiran, I'm here," he stated simply, his gaze locked on the looming threat of Evil Veyle. "Veyle and I are here, and we will be your Heroes."

    Veyle, her determination shining through, stood beside Male Alear, her eyes ablaze with fierce resolve as she spoke to Kiran with unwavering determination. "Don't worry anymore, Kiran," she pledged, her voice filled with conviction. "I'll fight alongside you against my evil counterpart."

    Evil Veyle's gaze darted between the two newcomers, her frustration boiling over. She glared at the man who was the spitting image of the Divine One, then turned her fury towards the doppelganger standing before her.

    "Impossible! I'm the real Veyle!" Evil Veyle screamed at Veyle, her voice filled with venom. "You! You're nothing but a defect!"

    The real Veyle met her counterpart's gaze, her expression calm but resolute. "I'm not a defect," she said firmly. "You may share my appearance, but I'm nothing like you."

    Male Alear drew his own Libération sword, positioning himself beside Veyle. "Now that Veyle and I have been summoned," he said, his voice filled with determination. "Together, we'll put an end to this."

    Evil Veyle's eyes blazed with fury as she pointed a trembling finger at the real Veyle. "Mauvier!" she commanded with a venomous snarl. "Come and help me dispose of that defect!"

    Mauvier, sitting astride his horse, hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting between Evil Veyle and the real Veyle. With a resolute expression, he urged his horse forward, galloping towards the real Veyle. His decision was clear—his defection unmistakable.

    "What?!" Evil Veyle gawked as Mauvier promptly switched sides. "What are you doing?!"

    "Thank you, Mauvier," Veyle said to her Penitent Knight. "We can now fight together alongside Alear and Kiran."

    Evil Veyle's glare intensified as she watched him. "Mauvier, you…" she spat, her voice seething with contempt. "You would dare betray me for that defect?!"

    Mauvier reined in his horse beside the real Veyle, his calm demeanor contrasting sharply with the chaos around him. "I have known all along that you are not the real Veyle," he said, his voice steady. "After the battle in Destinea Cathedral, I made a pact with Alear and Kiran."

    Evil Veyle's eyes widened in shock as Mauvier's Flame Lance transformed into an ornate black lance, its dark power emanating a sense of finality. This lance was the Penitent Lance, a symbol of Mauvier's atonement and redemption.

    Kiran stepped forward, his expression resolute. "As you can see, Evil Veyle," he revealed, his voice filled with quiet triumph. "I summoned Mauvier as a Hero a few days ago in Destinea Cathedral, right under your nose..."

    A few days ago, back at Destinea Cathedral...

    "Mauvier, because of your loyalties to Veyle," Kiran offered with sincere intentions evident in his voice. "I have a proposition for you..."

    Turning to Kiran, Mauvier's expression was earnest as he made his request. "If possible, I ask that you allow me to be summoned as a Hero to be with Lady Veyle," he implored, his voice carrying the weight of his commitment.

    Kiran hesitated for a moment as Mauvier spoke of his intentions to join the group and allow himself to be summoned as a Hero. The weight of such a decision was evident in Kiran's furrowed brow and thoughtful gaze. Just as doubt began to creep in, a voice resonated from within the Breidablik.

    "Kiran, what Mauvier said is true," Baldraz speaks telepathically to Kiran. "His words and intentions are genuine, as his potential to be summoned as a Hero."

    As he heard Baldraz speaking to him, Kiran nodded, a sense of resolve settling upon him as he readied his Breidablik. Turning to Mauvier, he spoke with a mixture of determination and empathy in his voice.

    "Alright. Since you wish to become a Hero to be with Veyle," Kiran said, his words carrying the weight of a solemn promise. "I will grant it."

    "Kiran," Veyle spoke to him in gratitude. "I couldn't thank you enough for granting Mauvier's request."

    "I agree with Lady Veyle," Mauvier replied with a small smile on his face. "Thank you for granting my request. This shall be my first step towards my atonement."

    "Mauvier, we all make mistakes at various points in our lives," Alear said, clenching her right hand to emphasize her words. "But together, we can atone, make up for their mistakes, and change for the better."

    Kiran nodded in agreement with Alear's words, his eyes reflecting a sense of shared responsibility and determination.

    "We'll help with your atonement, Mauvier," Kiran assured him, his voice ringing with conviction as he readied his Breidablik. "Veyle and the rest of the Heroes will stand by your side as you strive to make amends and forge a new path."

    The air was charged with a sense of purpose as the group rallied around Mauvier, each member offering their support and understanding in their own way. The journey ahead would be challenging, but with their united resolve, they were prepared to face whatever trials lay in wait.

    As Mauvier watched Kiran load the Golden Summon Orb into the Breidablik, a sense of anticipation filled the air. Kiran, with a determined look in his eyes, aimed the divine relic at Mauvier, making Mauvier close his eyes as he braced himself for what was to come.

    "Gathering stars to call upon Veyle's loyal knight whose path of redemption beings now!" Kiran chanted. "Become the path its light shines upon!"

    The words echoed through the chamber as Kiran pulled the trigger, sending a beam of light from the Breidablik straight toward Mauvier. The room was bathed in a radiant glow as Kiran finished his incantation.

    "Hero Summon!" Kiran finished chanting. "Atone as a Hero, Mauvier, Penitent Knight!"

    Summoned as a Hero, Mauvier stood tall and introduced himself as a loyal knight to Lady Veyle, pledging his allegiance under the command of Kiran. His Flame Lance suddenly transformed into the Penitent Lance, a weapon fitting for Mauvier.

    "I am Mauvier, a knight loyal to Lady Veyle," Mauvier introduced himself. "I am now a Hero under your command, Kiran."

    A sense of relief and hope washed over the gathered group as Alear and Veyle smiled upon witnessing Mauvier's transformation into a Hero.

    Kiran, his voice steady and commanding. "Although I've summoned you as a Hero, it's too early to defect just yet, Mauvier," he explained to Mauvier. "But, I have a proposition for you."

    Mauvier, his gaze unwavering, replied, "I am listening, Kiran. Speak your proposition, and I shall consider it with the utmost care."

    "Good," Kiran replied as numerous plans began to form in his mind as he glanced at Veyle. "You see, I have a plan, if Veyle approves of this, of course..."

    Evil Veyle widened her eyes as Kiran explained to her what had transpired a few days ago. Her grip on her Obscurité tightened as she subconsciously denied the truth in front of her.

    "No... No, no, no!" Evil Veyle bellowed as her body leaked out more miasma. "I refuse to believe this!"

    "But, the truth is standing in front of you," Alear replied sternly at Evil Veyle. "How can you deny that?"

    As Evil Veyle glared at Alear and Kiran while her body was leaking more miasma, Kiran noticed Evil Veyle's hesitation and he saw an opening for a declaration.

    "Evil Veyle, you claim that you want retribution for what Alear and I did to you back at Destinea Cathedral," Kiran declared. "Unfortunately for you, it's the other way around!"

    Suddenly, Kiran's Breidablik glowed brightly, and Alear, Fjorm, Seiðr, Male Alear, Veyle, and Mauvier felt themselves empowered by its brilliance.

    "Huh…" Alear remarked as she felt a surge of power that affected her contract with Kiran, even in her Engaged form. "Kiran, what did you do…"

    "I've never seen Kiran this serious," Fjorm remarked as she gazed upon the Summoner. "He had never shown this side of him before."

    "As a goddess, I can sense Kiran's righteous anger," Seiðr remarked. "He is still composed and tranquil beneath that fury."

    "Evil Veyle, you and Sombron may have won the battle in Destinea Cathedral, but you won't succeed in this battle!" Kiran declared as the Breidablik glowed brightly. "We will avenge for the Emblem Rings that you have stolen from Alear, and this time… You! Will! Lose!"

    As she heard Kiran's declaration, Evil Veyle's body began to leak a torrent of miasma, her form trembling with rage. As a result, more Corrupted soldiers spawn out of the ground, bolstering Evil Veyle's army even more.

    "Alear! Kiran Pathfinder! In Lord Sombron's name, defects like you will pay for your transgressions with your miserable lives!" Evil Veyle screamed, her voice echoing with madness as she activated the tainted Ring of the Hero-King. "Hero-King! Let's make it hurt, shall we?"

    As the tainted manifestation of Emblem Marth appeared alongside Evil Veyle, the battlefield seemed to hold its breath as the confrontation reached its climax. The real Veyle, Mauvier, Alear, and Kiran stood united against Evil Veyle, their determination shining through the darkness. The main event of the Battle of Firene was about to begin, and the fate of Elyos hung in the balance.

    And there you go! This chapter marks the end of the most recent installment of Emblems and Heroes.

    I want to thank everyone who offered advice in brainstorming this story from the bottom of my heart.

    And here is a Stinger this time.

    Back at the Curse Directive encampment, Ebony sat in her tent, the dim light casting eerie shadows on the walls. She was deeply engrossed in examining the second Niðavellir blueprint Shade had stolen from Eitri's workshop. The intricate notes and detailed instructions were laid out before her, revealing the secrets to building a knock-off Breidablik.

    As she studied the schematics, her brow furrowed in concentration, she muttered to herself, "Is it even possible to create a knock-off Breidablik with the remaining resources we have?" Her skepticism was evident, but she couldn't deny the allure of the blueprint's promise.

    Suddenly, a sharp pain seared through her head, forcing her to clutch her temples. Ebony gasped as a vision overwhelmed her senses. She saw herself wearing Kiran's attire, wielding the Breidablik. Two figures stood beside her: a young man with short blue hair and a young woman with long white hair.

    "Brother... With his help and her strategy, I will fix things. So wait for me..."

    "Let's defend Zenith with everything we have… Right, K̵̡̤͕̻͉̻̻͋̑͛̉̅͐̓i̴̧̔͒͆r̷͖͖̘̋͒̒̀̕͜ă̷̗̣̙̹̞̬̠̆̉́̚n̸͔͆̾̉̀̄̾̓ Ebony?"

    The vision was vivid, almost tangible, and then, as quickly as it had come, it faded, leaving her breathless and disoriented.

    Ebony clutched her head, the remnants of the headache lingering. "What was that vision?" she muttered, her voice trembling slightly. "Why did I see myself wearing Kiran's attire and wielding the Breidablik?"

    She took a few deep breaths, collecting her thoughts and calming her racing heart. The vision, though unsettling, had given her a strange sense of clarity. Ebony's eyes hardened with determination as she looked back at the blueprint.

    "I care not for those visions... I'll focus on what I have on hand," Ebony declared, her voice resolute. "I will create a knock-off Breidablik based on this second blueprint... All for the sake of killing Kiran Pathfinder..."

    With renewed focus, Ebony began to gather the necessary materials, her mind set on the task ahead. The vision had sparked something within her, and she was determined to see it through, no matter the cost.

    Emblems And Heroes

    A Fire Emblem Heroes x Fire Emblem Engage Crossover

    Chapter 24: Hope Amid Ruinous Serenity - Part 2!

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    • Welcome to the latest chapter of Emblems and Heroes!

    The Fire Emblem franchise belongs to Intelligent Systems. I am writing this crossover only for the readers' fun, entertainment, and enjoyment.

    Now, let us begin this chapter.

    In the grand halls of the Kingdom of Askr, an eclectic congregation of Heroes gathered, their voices melding into a soft hum of anticipation and concern. The high ceilings and marble floors echoed their conversations, the light from the stained glass windows casting a rainbow of colors across their anxious faces. Among them stood Nino, a young mage from the World of Elibe, her green eyes wide with worry.

    "Will Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna be alright in Elyos?" Nino's voice trembled slightly as she looked around, seeking reassurance from the familiar faces of her fellow Heroes.

    New Year's Sharena, adorned in a vibrant New Year-themed kimono, stepped forward with a comforting smile. "Don't worry, Nino," she said gently. "Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna will be just fine. We'll take their place while they're away."

    Wealth Wisher Anna nodded in agreement, her festive attire glittering under the hall's light. "That's right," she added, her voice steady and confident. "Everyone, calm down. Remember, our counterparts have been summoned by Kiran himself to Elyos to back him up," she explained. "I'm sure with Kiran's guidance, they'll be fine."

    The tension in the room began to dissipate as the Heroes slowly dispersed, reassured by the words of their comrades. Conversations resumed in quieter tones, and the hum of the hall returned to a more subdued murmur.

    New Year's Alfonse, standing near the grand entrance, let out a sigh of relief. "That was a close one," he admitted, running a hand through his hair.

    "Yeah," New Year's Sharena interjected. "It sure isn't easy to calm down the rest while our counterparts are in Elyos!"

    Wealth Wisher Anna turned to him with a knowing smile. "I understand now what Commander Anna has to go through each day to manage the Order of Heroes," she said, her voice filled with newfound respect. "It's no easy task keeping everyone calm and organized."

    New Year's Alfonse nodded, his expression thoughtful. "We'll do our best to fill in their shoes while they're in Elyos," he remarked. "But I believe in our counterparts—we can handle it."

    "Yeah! We may wear clothes that are suited for New Year's celebrities, but we're the same people as those three!" New Year's Sharena interjected. "We gotta keep the Order of Heroes in tip-top shape for our counterparts!"

    As the hall gradually emptied, New Year's Alfonse, New Year's Sharena, and Wealth Wisher Anna felt a renewed sense of duty and camaraderie. They knew that no matter the distance, they were all united under one group, ready to support their counterparts in maintaining the Order of Heroes.

    Emblems And Heroes

    A Fire Emblem Heroes x Fire Emblem Engage Crossover

    Chapter 24: Hope Amid Ruinous Serenity - Part 2!    ​

    The tension in the air was palpable in the burning ruins of Florra Mill Town. Alfred, Celine, Peony, Etie, Boucheron, Louis, and Chloe stood ready, their expressions a mixture of determination and anxiety as they faced off against Griss of the Four Hounds. The enemy's forces, a grim army of Elusians and Corrupted, surrounded them, their eyes gleaming with evil intent.

    Griss grinned maliciously, holding up the Ring of the Caring Princess for all to see. "If you want your precious Emblem Ring back," he sneered, "You'll need to dish out pain to me to get it."

    Alfred gripped his Arcane Qiang lance tightly, his knuckles turning white with the force of his resolve. "Celine, get ready," he said, his voice low and steady. "I don't like how he looks at us."

    Celine, her Joyous Tome glowing faintly in her hands, nodded firmly. "I'll do what I must, brother," she replied, her voice unwavering.

    With a snap of Griss' fingers, the Elusian and Corrupted battalion surged forward, forcing Etie, Boucheron, Louis, and Chloe to leap into action, their weapons clashing with the oncoming horde. The sound of steel meeting steel echoed through the battlefield, punctuated by the cries of combatants.

    On one side, Alfred glanced at his two retainers, Boucheron and Etie, as they took down as many Elusian and Corrupted as they could on their side of the battlefield.

    "This is going to hurt," Boucheron declared as he struck down an Elusian soldier with his Steel Axe.

    "Heavy draw!" Etie boasted as she struck down a Corrupted soldier with her Protection Bow+.

    Likewise, Celine glimpsed her retainers, Louise and Chloe, as they defeated scores of Elusian and Corrupted as they fought side by side.

    "Observe your ruin!" Louis proclaimed as he took down a Corrupted soldier with his Silver Lance.

    "I'm ready to dig in!" Chloe announced as she skewered an Elusian Pegasus Knight with her Dreaming Spear.

    As the retainers fought to hold back the battalion, Alfred, Celine, and Peony steeled themselves to confront Griss. The sinister Hound strode toward them, a red vapor leaking from the tainted Ring of the Caring Princess in his possession. Then, to mock Alfred and Celine even more, the tainted visage of Emblem Celica manifested from the Ring of the Caring Princess, now floating alongside Griss.

    Griss licked his lips and dashed towards Celine, his eyes gleaming with malicious glee. "Dish out the pain for me, the little prince and joyous princess," he taunted, his voice dripping with menace. "And if you don't, I'll force your hands."

    As the tainted Ring of the Caring Princess emitted a sinister red miasma, a Ragnarok tome materialized in Griss' hands. An orb of tainted red light manifested in Griss' hands and he threw the projectile at Celine.

    "Celine!" Alfred exclaimed as he galloped his horse between Celine and Griss' projectile. "Watch out!"

    As Griss' projectile neared Alfred, Celine's Joyous Tome glowed green, and a faint barrier formed around Alfred as the attack hit him. While the barrier created by the Joyous Tome absorbed most of the damage, the sheet power was enough to knock Alfred and his mount back.

    "Tch!" Alfred grunted in pain. "So powerful…"

    "Alfred!" Celine said as she and Peony rushed to her brother's aid. "Are you alright?"

    "Yeah, but I can still fight," Alfred replied as he huffed in pain. "But, I don't want to be hit by that again."

    As Celine and Peony helped Alfred recover as much as they could, Griss slowly walked forward with a maniacal grin on his face.

    "Ah, delicious pain," Griss promised with a wicked grin as another orb materialized in his hands. "This will hurt a lot!"

    Griss conjured another orb of tainted red light from the tome and hurled it towards Alfred once again. Determined to prevent another attack from hurting her brother, Celine stepped in as her Joyous Tome glowed even brighter.

    "Celine…" Alfred pleaded weakly. "Don't…"

    "It's okay," Celine smiled. "I know what I'm doing."

    "She's right," Peony chimed in. "Trust your sister on this."

    As Alfred reluctantly agreed and stepped back, Celine gripped her Joyous Tome tightly, her determination unwavering. "For Firene!" she declared, summoning her orbs of pure light to counter the attack.

    The two projectiles collided midair, the forces of light and darkness clashing in a spectacular display. At first, it seemed as though Celine's light was struggling to repel Griss' projectile, the red haze pushing her orb back.

    Peony, the Ljosalfr of Sweet Dreams, hovered beside Celine, sensing her need for support. She channeled her Flower of Joy towards Celine, her wings glowing with a soothing light. "Let me help," she said softly, her magic flowing into Celine.

    Celine glanced at Peony and nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Peony," she replied, her voice steady with renewed strength.

    With Peony's support, Celine's orb of light intensified, pushing back against Griss' attack. The two projectiles struggled against each other for a moment longer before they finally canceled each other out, the red and white lights dissipating into the air.

    Celine sighed in relief, her grip on her tome relaxing slightly. Griss, however, only laughed, his delight evident in his eyes. "Well, this is getting interesting," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "You've got the guts to cancel out my attack."

    Celine glared back at him, her expression fierce. "My brother and I are Heroes summoned by Kiran," she retorted, her voice steady and defiant. "With that, we can fight against someone who uses an Emblem Ring — we're stronger than before!"

    To prove her point, Celine channels magical energy from her Joyous Tome, and an orb of yellowish light manifested in her right hand. Then, Celine threw her projectile at Griss, who intercepted it with his projectile from his Ragnarok tome.

    Griss was momentarily startled by Celine's counterattack, his eyes widening in surprise. Then, Celine's Joyous Tome glowed green once more, healing Celine and Alfred from their injuries.

    "Alfred!" Celine shouted to her brother. "Do it now!"

    Seizing the moment, Alfred spurred his horse forward, his Arcane Qiang lance poised to strike. Having just attacked Celine, Griss wasn't able to fire another spell as Alfred dashed towards him on horseback.

    "Wither and fall!" Alfred shouted, his voice ringing out with determination as he struck Griss with his Arcane Qiang.

    Alfred's attack hit its mark, forcing Griss to use his Ragnarok tome to partially block the blow. Despite his efforts, the force of Alfred's lance knocked Griss back a few feet, causing him to huff in pain. As he felt the sting of Alfred's attack, Griss let out a maniacal grin as he let out a chilling laugh.

    "Aha-ha! This is more fun!" Griss said, his voice filled with twisted delight. "I like it when my opponents fight back!"

    His callous remark made Alfred and Celine's eyes narrow with disapproval. They shared a determined look, their resolve hardening in the face of Griss' taunts.

    "But, that's the thing," Griss boasted as he let out a smug grin. "Unless either of you have any Emblem Rings, you've got next to no chance against me."

    Alfred's Arcane Qiang and Celine's Joyous Tome began to glow with a brilliant yellowish light, casting a warm aura around her. Alfred and Celine stared at Griss and spoke with unwavering conviction.

    "Sure, you may have one of the Emblem Rings that was treasured by Firene," Alfred remarked as he gripped his Arcane Qiang. "But, do you think that alone will be enough against us?"

    "Alfred and I need no Emblem Rings to defeat you," Celine declared. "We have the power as Heroes summoned by Kiran, and we have the support of our retainers and the rest of our allies; those are enough."

    Griss' eyes narrowed, and he fired another red-tainted projectile of light at Celine. "Well then, prove it! Back your words!" he snarled. "If you can't, I'll show you pain!"

    Peony, hovering nearby, channeled her energy from her Flower of Joy towards Celine. "I know you can do it, Celine," she said softly, her voice filled with encouragement.

    Empowered by Peony's support, Celine felt a surge of energy. Her innate Special skill, Iceberg, activated, and she conjured another orb of light, this time laced with ice shards.

    "You need pruning!" Celine declared as her orb of light reached maximum size.

    As she declared, Celine hurled her orb of light at Griss' projectile, their powers clashing once more. But this time, Celine's projectile overpowered Griss', breaking through his attack and hitting him directly. The impact knocked Griss off balance, and an explosion erupted, temporarily enveloping the area in a thick cloud of smoke.

    "Celine," Alfred called out as his eyes searched through the smoke "Did you hit him?"

    Celine stared intently at the dissipating smoke, her grip on her tome unwavering. "We'll see soon enough," she replied, her voice steady and calm.

    As the smoke cleared, Alfred and Celine saw Griss still standing, albeit injured by Celine's counterattack. He let out a sadistic chuckle, a twisted smile spreading. "Aha-ha! Delicious pain!" he sneered. "Let's do that again next time!"

    "Oh no..." Alfred frowned as he realized what Griss was about to do. "Don't tell me..."

    Griss' grin widened as several Corrupted soldiers spawned near him, their dark forms materializing out of thin air. "Since we dished pain to each other, I'll take my leave," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "That's why before I go, I'll leave you two a few parting gifts since you two are such generous paingivers!"

    Before Alfred and Celine could react, the tainted Ring of the Caring Princess activated. Griss vanished, teleporting away from the battlefield and leaving the newly spawned Corrupted in his place.

    Alfred gripped his Arcane Qiang tightly, his eyes narrowing. "Gods," he said calmly, though his frustration was evident. "He got away."

    Peony fluttered beside him, her expression determined. "Don't worry about him," she reassured him, her voice gentle yet firm. "You and Celine will retrieve the Ring of the Caring Princess eventually."

    Alfred and Celine felt a pang of guilt that they weren't able to retrieve the Ring of the Caring Princess, but both of them put that thought aside as they stared at the Corrupted soldiers who were running towards them.

    Alfred nodded, his resolve hardening. "Alright, let's take down these Corrupted soldiers and help out our retainers," he said, his gaze shifting to the chaotic battlefield where their retainers were still fighting.

    Celine smiled, her Joyous Tome glowing softly in her hands. "That's a good idea," she agreed, her voice filled with determination. "Our retainers need help. We shouldn't keep them waiting."

    With renewed focus, Alfred and Celine charged at the Corrupted soldiers with Peony's support, their attacks swift and precise. The battlefield echoed with the sounds of their combat, and their spirits remained undeterred as they fought alongside their retainers. Despite Griss' escape, they fought with the knowledge that they would continue to stand strong together, their unity and strength guiding them forward.
     
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    • Chapter 24, Part 2
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    • In the Realm of Ásgarðr, Thórr, and Loki sat on elaborate-looking chairs alongside a table that contained Forma pieces that they used for playing Pawns of Loki. However, their eyes were fixed on a magical projection above them displaying the Battle of Firene. The scene was chaotic, with Kiran's Heroes facing off against the Four Hounds, each empowered by the tainted Emblem Rings.

    Thórr, her expression thoughtful, broke the silence. "As the battle rages on," she mused, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity. "I wonder whose side will emerge victorious?"

    Loki, her eyes glinting with amusement, replied, "While the tainted Emblem Rings are indeed powerful, remember that the Breidablik falls outside Alfaðör's design. This means Kiran's Heroes still stand a chance."

    Thórr's gaze remained fixed on the projection, her mind racing. "If that is the case," she said slowly. "Then it is possible that Emblems can be summoned as Heroes."

    Loki giggled, her laughter light and harmonious. "It will take a while before Kiran can even summon the Emblems themselves," she said, her tone playful. "But yes, I think it's possible."

    Thórr leaned in, watching the magical projection more closely. "Kiran and his Heroes better give it their all," she muttered under her breath, a hint of determination in her voice. "I want to see the same ferocity they showed me during Mjölnir Strikes."

    And so, the two Aesir goddesses continued to watch the unfolding battle, their eyes never leaving the magical projection. Thórr's brows were furrowed in concentration, while Loki's smile remained, her amusement never waning. They were determined to observe the battle to its conclusion, each moment bringing new possibilities and outcomes to their minds.

    In the burning ruins of Florra Mill Town, Diamant, Alcryst, Mirabilis, Amber, Jade, Lapis, and Citrinne found themselves facing off against Marni and her battalion of Elusians and Corrupted. The town's charred remains provided a grim backdrop to the intense battle around them as Diamant's retainers fought off the Elusians on one side.

    "Hope this looks cool!" Amber declared as he took down an Elusian soldier with his Killer Lance.

    "Your story ends here," Jade declared as she took down an Elusian Wyvern Rider with her Silver Axe.

    Then, a group of Corrupted soldiers charged them, but Alcryst's retainers intercepted the enemy group. Being summoned by Kiran as Heroes, Lapis, and Citrinne made short work of the enemies that dared make such an attack.

    "I'll cut you down to size!" Lapis declared as she used her Defier's Sword+ to cut down a Corrupted soldier.

    "Allow me to dazzle you!" Citrinne declared as she blasted away several Corrupted enemies with her Tome of Luxuries.

    As their retainers fought off scores of Corrupted and Elusians, Marni slowly approached the group, her steps deliberate and menacing. Due to her being an armored general, Marni strolled, but she glared daggers at the trio as several Corrupted and Elusians charged towards Diamant, Alcryst, and Mirabilis.

    "Just so you wait," Marni taunted, her voice echoing across the battlefield. "I'll whittle you lot down slowly and painfully with my army."

    Diamant, Alcryst, and Mirabilis readied themselves as the remaining Elusian and Corrupted soldiers under Marni's command charged at them. Two of the Corrupted lunged at Diamant, with their weapons drawn.

    "Watch over me, Father..." Diamant muttered as his Fair-Fight Blade glowed red-hot.

    And so, Diamant steeled his resolve as he took one of the Corrupted down with his Fair-Fight Blade, but as he did so, the other Corrupted soldier seized the opportunity to strike at him. Realizing what would happen, Mirabilis drearily opened her eyes and swiftly flew towards Diamant.

    "Hmm... How lovely..." Mirabilis whispered as she gently tapped her Flower of Ease on Diamant's shoulder. "I hope that helps."

    Diamant felt a surge of calming energy flow through him, as Mirabilis' magic enveloped him. With Mirabilis supporting him, Diamant yelled as his Fair-Fight blade ignited, signifying his renewed resolve.

    "Nothing short of victory!" Diamant declared, his Fair-Fight Blade glowing brightly in the setting sun.

    Diamant's attack was on the mark, cutting down the Corrupted soldier precisely with his Fair-Fight Blade. As the Corrupted soldier disintegrated into nothingness, Diamant turned his attention towards Mirabilis, who yawned drearily.

    "Thank you, Mirabilis," Diamant said to the Ljosalfr. "Your support managed to bolster me back there."

    "Happy to help…" Mirabilis yawned as she pointed at the heavily armored Hound. "But we still have that… Marni girl to worry about…"

    "You're right," Diamant said, his tone grim but determined. "It's only a matter of time before Marni confronts us personally."

    Nearby, Alcryst drew his Arcane Darkbow, taking down an Elusian Pegasus Knight with a well-aimed shot. "With so many enemies g-getting in the way," he called out, frustration evident in his voice. "I… I can't get a clear shot at Marni."

    Sensing the difficulties that Diamant and Alcryst were having, Mirabilis, with her characteristic drowsiness, floated towards Marni, her Flower of Ease sword drifting alongside her. Noticing her unusual approach, Diamant briefly turned his attention towards the Ljosalfr.

    "Mirabilis," Diamant addressed her with concern. "What are you doing?"

    Mirabilis yawned, her eyelids heavy with sleep. "I... want to fight Marni," she replied, her voice dreamy yet oddly determined.

    "A-are you sure?" Alcryst hesitantly replied. "She has an Emblem Ring on hand."

    Mirabilis blinked slowly, her expression unchanging. "Don't worry about that…" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You'll see… soon enough…"

    Diamant's eyes widened in surprise. "Be careful, Mirabilis," he warned, his concern evident. "I hope you know what you're doing."

    Amber, Jade, Lapis, and Citrinne rallied around Diamant and Alcryst, their weapons ready as the Elusian and Corrupted soldiers closed in. The air was thick with tension, the crackling of flames and the clash of steel filling their ears.

    "Stay focused!" Diamant shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. "We need to hold our ground while Mirabilis confronts Marni!"

    "Understood!" Jade huffed as she readied her Steel Axe. "I'll do what I can."

    "You got it, Prince Diamant!" Amber enthusiastically replied as he twirled his Killer Lance.

    "Y-yeah!" Alcryst muttered as he took down an Elusian Pegasus Knight with his Arcane Darkbow. "We have to trust Mirabilis."

    "If you trust in her," Lapis declared as she brandished her Defier's Sword+. "Then, I'll do the same."

    "This battle is where our trust in each other is tested," Citrinne remarked as she tightly held her Tome of Luxuries. "I think Mirabilis has a plan. We just need to fend off the enemy assaults in the meantime."

    As he listened to Citrinne's comment, Diamant knew she was right. As his Fair-Fight Blade glowed in amongst the cinders of the ruined Florra Mill Town, Diamant could only watch as Mirabilis floated off to confront Marni.

    "Mirabilis," Diamant muttered, his concern evident. "I hope you know what you're doing."

    Back in Ásgarðr, Thórr and Loki continued observing the Battle of Firene through the magical projection. As the battle raged on, Thórr noticed Loki sporting a smile as the magical projection showed Mirabilis, the Ljosalfr of Daydreams, floating towards Marni of the Four Hounds.

    "This is going to be interesting," Loki remarked. "It seems that sleepy Ljosálfr has made her move."

    "Is that so?" Thórr replied as she raised an eyebrow. "Loki, what do you know about this Ljosalfr that goes by the name of Mirabilis?"

    "Oh? Even I don't know much about her," Loki admitted. "But from what I know about her mortal past, poor Mirabilis was abandoned by her mother and let her starve since she was born."

    "I see," Thórr replied as she looked at the magical projection. "No wonder Freyr the Dream-King took her in and made her into a Ljosalfr. Most mortal children would lose the will to live upon being abandoned like that."

    "That's why my interest was piqued the moment our dear Mirabilis flew towards Marni," Loki grinned in anticipation. "I can't wait what's going to happen next!"

    "As am I," Thórr concurred as she resumed watching the magical projection. "Such battles between mortals also pique my interest…"

    As Diamant, Alcryst, and their retainers fought off the Elusians and Corrupted, Marni's eyes widened in surprise as Mirabilis floated towards her. Marni gritted her teeth as her grip on her Hurricane Axe tightened she saw Mirabilis yawn nonchalantly as her Flower of Ease floated beside her.

    "Wait… So, you're my opponent?" Marni asked, her voice laced with disbelief. "Aren't you a fairy or something?"

    Mirabilis yawned, her eyes half-lidded. "I'm a Ljosálfr…" she replied, her tone as dreamy as ever. "But being called a fairy is also fine."

    Marni gritted her teeth, her grip tightening on her Hurricane Axe. "Hmph! Whatever!" she snarled, swinging her axe brutally as the tainted visage of Emblem Roy materialized near her. "Fairy or not, you're going die before me!"

    Mirabilis yawned again, her Flower of Ease sword floating in front of her as she closed her eyes. With a seemingly effortless motion, she parried Marni's attack using her Flower of Ease. As Marni swung her Hurricane Axe at Mirabilis and with Mirabilis parrying Marni's attacks with her Flower of Ease, the clang of their weapons echoed through the battlefield.

    Frustration twisted Marni's features as she continued her assault, each swing of her Hurricane Axe met with Mirabilis' drowsy but precise parries.

    "Why?! Even with Emblem Roy on my side…" Marni growled, her anger growing with each failed strike. "Why won't you die?"

    Mirabilis yawned once more, her voice calm and serene. "Yawn… Hey… Why…" she said, her eyes still closed as her Flower of Ease levitated in front of her. "I'm trying… to sleep."

    Suddenly, Mirabilis' eyes snapped open, and with a burst of energy, she launched a devastating counterattack. Her Flower of Ease sword slashed through the air with blinding speed, striking several parts of Marni's armor. Pieces of the heavy armor clattered to the ground, leaving Marni exposed and vulnerable.

    As Marni reeled from Mirabilis' counterattack, she seethed with anger. "How dare you cut pieces of my armor off!" she shouted, her voice filled with rage.

    Marni swung her Hurricane Axe at Mirabilis in retaliation, but suddenly, her movements became sluggish, her eyes heavy with drowsiness. This allowed Mirabilis to simply ascend a few feet into the air to dodge Marni's sloppy attack.

    Noticing Marni's sudden change, Diamant took down a Corrupted soldier and approached the Ljosálfr of Daydreams. "Mirabilis," he asked. "What have you done to her?"

    Mirabilis yawned, her Flower of Ease sword floating serenely beside her. "As an álfr, I can force… anyone to become drowsy on the spot," she explained, her voice calm and soothing. "As the Ljosálfr of Daydreams, mine is… more effective during daylight."

    Alcryst, gripping his Arcane Darkbow tightly, saw Marni struggling to hold onto her Hurricane Axe. "I- t-think she's vulnerable," he asked, his eyes fixed on the vulnerable foe. "Is it time for our counterattack?"

    Mirabilis slightly opened her eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Yes, you and Diamant can…" she said softly. "A girl like Marni… needs a nap."

    Diamant nodded, his Fair-Fight Blade beginning to glow like burning charcoal. "We mustn't let this chance go to waste," he declared, his voice filled with determination.

    As Diamant and Alcryst readied themselves, Marni stuttered in her movements, her vision blurred and her limbs heavy from Mirabilis' counterattack. "Don't... approach me," she groggily warned, her voice wavering.

    Diamant and Alcryst disregarded her warnings, their resolve unshaken. Alcryst readied an arrow on his Arcane Darkbow, his eyes focused on their weakened opponent. "I have to win!" he murmured, releasing the arrow.

    Despite her drowsiness, Marni barely managed to intercept Alcryst's attack with her Hurricane Axe, the force of the blow causing her to stagger. Sensing an opening, Diamant charged towards Marni, his Fair-Fight Blade igniting in flames.

    "For the pride of Brodia!" Diamant shouted, his voice echoing through the ruins.

    Diamant's attack hit its mark, the fiery blade slicing through Marni's defenses and knocking her away a few feet. As she recovered from her drowsiness, Marni seethed in pain, her body trembling as she struggled to stand using her Hurricane Axe as a makeshift crutch.

    "Being beaten by weaklings... it's not fair," Marni spat, her voice filled with anger and frustration. "No fair, no fair, no fair!"

    Suddenly, the tainted Ring of the Young Lion began to emit a cloud of reddish miasma that began to envelop Marni, swirling around her in a sinister haze.

    "I'll remember this humiliation," Marni hissed, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at Mirabilis. "When we meet again, you're all so dead, especially you, Ljosalfr, fairy, or whatever you are…"

    "Yawn…" Mirabilis groggily muttered as she watched the miasma envelop Marni. "I… doubt you could."

    As the miasma thickened and then dissipated, Diamant and Alcryst realized that Marni had vanished, leaving behind only a battalion of Corrupted soldiers standing in her place.

    "Damn it!" Diamant muttered, realizing Marni had gotten away and left several enemies in her place. "We need to clear these out quickly!"

    Alcryst nodded, drawing another arrow from his quiver. "Alright," he agreed, his voice steady. "And o-our retainers are running towards us."

    Mirabilis floated closer, her Flower of Ease sword still at the ready. "I'll support all of you," she said softly, her presence a calming influence amidst the chaos.

    As Amber, Jade, Lapis, and Citrinne reunited with Diamant and Alcryst, they were emboldened by their determination and the bonds of camaraderie, pressed forward. They fought with unwavering resolve, each strike and spell cast with precision and purpose.

    "We cleared our side of enemies!" Amber chimed in as he gripped his Killer Lance.

    "That's why we came here as fast as we could," Jade remarked as her Silver Axe gleamed in the setting sun.

    "Now that we're all together," Lapis declared as she readied her Defier's Sword+. "Let's take these enemies on!"

    "As your retainers," Citrinne expressed to Alcryst and Diamant as she held her Tome of Luxuries. "We're here to help you two, both in and out of battle."

    Diamant's Fair-Fight Blade danced through the air, igniting with every swing. "In that case," he declared, rallying his comrades as they fought side by side. "We'll prove our worth!"

    Alcryst's arrows flew true, each one finding its mark with deadly accuracy. "We have to win," he vowed, his eyes fierce with determination. "We have to protect everyone!"

    Mirabilis, her movements graceful and serene, supported her allies with bursts of magical energy and soothing words. "I'm awake, I'm awake…" she murmured, her voice a soothing balm during battle. "I'll help out…"

    Together, they pushed back the Corrupted soldiers and the remaining Elusians in the area, their unity and strength guiding them toward victory. Even if Marni managed to get away, they pressed on, determined to protect what was left of Florra Mill Town from the remaining enemies.
     
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    • Chapter 24, Part 3
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    • In another part of the battlefield in the burning ruins of Florra Mill Town, Timerra, Fogado, Alfonse, Sharena, Commander Anna, Plumeria, and Veronica faced off against Zephia and her Elusian and Corrupted battalion.

    Zephia's devious grin widened as she addressed the group, her eyes narrowing with malice. "I haven't forgotten about you defeating me back at Firene Castle," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom.

    Veronica, her expression calm and composed, tilted her head slightly. "Holding petty grudges, are we?" she mused as she glanced at Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna. "Then again, I used to hold such grudges like that not too long ago."

    Zephia's eyes flashed with anger. "Petty? You and your meddling friends and that meddlesome Kiran Pathfinder ruined our plans to use Queen Eve of Firene as leverage," she hissed, her voice filled with seething hatred. " I despise you all for that."

    "Wow," Timerra remarked as she held her Killer Lance tightly. "You've got to let Fogado and me know what happened during that time."

    "I agree," Fogado smirked as he steadied his Killer Bow. "A shame we missed that party, but I suppose we can just party up here instead."

    Alfonse stepped forward, his gaze steady and unwavering. "Zephia, if our arrival alongside Kiran thwarted your schemes," he said firmly, his voice resonating with conviction. "Then it was fortunate that Kiran managed to summon all four of us to Firene."

    As he spoke, the tainted Ring of the Holy Knight in Zephia's possession began to emit a dark red haze, swirling ominously around her. The air grew heavy with the stench of corruption, and the ground seemed to tremble beneath the weight of the dark energy.

    As the dark red miasma from Zephia's tainted Ring of the Holy Knight swirled ominously around her, Commander Anna couldn't help but smirk. "Looks like Alfonse hit a nerve," she remarked wryly, her eyes glinting with amusement and concern.

    Timerra tightened her grip on her Killer Lance, her brow furrowing in concentration. "I don't like the look on Zephia's face," she muttered, her voice laced with unease.

    Fogado, standing beside her, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she's barely holding in her anger," he observed, his tone serious. "This could get ugly."

    Sharena, ever vigilant, glanced at the battalion of Elusian and Corrupted soldiers under Zephia's command. "Look sharp, everyone!" she noted, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. "Those soldiers are just itching to fight!"

    Plumeria, the Dokkálfr of Lewd Dreams, hovered slightly above the ground, her expression of mild distaste. "That frown doesn't suit her," she said dryly, her eyes narrowing at Zephia. "I can sense she's suppressing a lot of emotions."

    Zephia's eyes blazed with barely restrained fury, her lips curling into a twisted smile. "Oh, I'll enjoy taking you all on," she purred, her voice calm yet dripping with malice. "And my battalion will relish tearing you apart."

    As soon as the words left her mouth, the Elusian and Corrupted soldiers surged forward, charging at Timerra, Fogado, Alfonse, Sharena, Commander Anna, Plumeria, and Veronica. The ground shook beneath the weight of their advance, the air thick with the sounds of clashing weapons and battle cries.

    Timerra readied her lance, her expression resolute. "Here they come!" she shouted, bracing herself for the onslaught.

    Fogado drew his bow, his eyes scanning the battlefield for targets. "Time to party!" he called out, losing an arrow that found its mark in a Corrupted soldier's chest.

    The battlefield was chaotic, with Zephia's Elusian and Corrupted soldiers pressing in on all sides. Then, Timerra and Fogado's respective retainers, Merrin, Panette, Bunet, and Pandreo, stepped in to help defend against the incoming battalion.

    "My princess," Merrin said to Timerra as she rode her wolf, with her Steel Sword at the ready. "Let us retainers aid you and your brother in fending off these enemies."

    "Yeah, boss!" Panette chimed in as she readied her Hand Axe. "Let's beat them up to a pulp!"

    "Let's do this!" Pandreo declared as he readied his Elfire tome. "Aw-woo-ruogh!"

    "We'll cook a worthy dish out of these foes," Bunet calmly declared as he dragged the Iron Greataxe on the ground while on horseback. "Let's savor this moment as we tenderize these enemies."

    Emboldened by the support of their retainers, Timerra, gripping her Killer Lance tightly, lunged forward and skewered an Elusian soldier. She pulled her lance free and glanced around, taking mental notes of the situation.

    "This is going to be a workout!" Timerra said as she twirled her Killer Lance. "But still, I don't like that Zephia's using her army to wear us down."

    Fogado, nearby, fired an arrow from his Silver Bow that struck an Elusian Pegasus Knight, sending the rider tumbling from the sky. He nodded in agreement with his sister. "She's trying to exhaust us before she steps in herself," he added, his tone grim. "That's why we'll need to confront Zephia directly."

    Alfonse, standing amidst the melee, turned to Timerra and Fogado. "In that case, you two and your retainers focus on handling Zephia's minions," he instructed, his voice carrying over the clamor of battle. "Let Sharena, Commander Anna, Veronica, Plumeria, and I deal with Zephia."

    "I get what you're saying," Timerra said as she slashed a Corrupted soldier with her Killer Lance. "But, Zephia's using an Emblem Ring, and if you ask me, it takes an Emblem Ring to overpower another Emblem Ring."

    "I agree that we need to approach this carefully," Veronica commented as she took down a Corrupted soldier with her Enclosing Dark tome. "But, please remember that we're Heroes summoned by Kiran. We are more than capable of fighting against an Emblem Ring wielder such as Zephia."

    "Not to mention that your brother and your retainers need your support," Commander Anna pointed out to Timerra. "You're using the Ring of the Radiant Hero. It might be the best to support Fogado and your retainers."

    Timerra hesitated for a moment, exchanging a quick look with Fogado, Merrin, Panette, Bunet, and Pandreo, who were all fighting off Elusian and Corrupted soldiers by the droves.

    "Fine, you all have a point," Timerra conceded as she glanced at Veronica. "And by your banter earlier, Zephia has a grudge against at least one of you... We'll handle the troops. Just be careful."

    Fogado glanced at the swirling miasma around Zephia, then back at Alfonse and Veronica. "I'd say the same thing as my sis here," he warned, his brow furrowed with worry. "With her Emblem Ring, Zephia isn't someone to tango with."

    Veronica gave a small nod, her expression thoughtful. "We know, and I have a plan to counteract it," she assured him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she gazed toward Zephia. "But we'll need precise timing and coordination."

    As Timerra and Fogado moved to engage more of the enemy forces, Alfonse signaled to Sharena, Commander Anna, and Plumeria. "Everyone, we all have our roles here," he called out, his voice firm and steady. "Let's do our part."

    Plumeria, floating gracefully above the ground, nodded, her expression serious. "Just signal me when you're ready," she said, preparing her Flower of Plenty. "I'll use my powers over lewd dreams to disorient Zephia."

    Commander Anna tightened her grip on her axe, a determined smile on her lips. "Let's show them what the Order of Heroes can do," she declared, her eyes alight with battle fervor.

    Sharena, her spear at the ready, shot Alfonse a confident grin. "We've got this, Alfonse," she said, her voice brimming with confidence. "Zephia won't know what hit her."

    As Alfonse, Sharena, Commander Anna, Plumeria, and Veronica ran across the battlefield to confront Zephia, several Elusian and Corrupted soldiers began to charge at them, but they were intercepted by Timerra, Fogado, and their retainers.

    "Well, sis," Fogado smirked as he readied his Killer Bow. "As that Alfonse guy said, they have a role to play and we have ours."

    "Right! Let's kick this party up a notch!" Timerra declared as the Ring of the Radiant Hero in her right hand glowed blue. "Emblem Engage!"

    With Timerra leading the way in her Engaged form, the group prepared for the next phase of the battle. Zephia watched them with a twisted grin, the dark miasma around her growing thicker. The air was tense, charged with the impending clash, as both sides readied themselves for the decisive confrontation.

    In the ethereal realm of Ásgarðr, the goddesses Loki and Thórr sat in their elegantly carved chairs, eyes fixed on the shimmering magical projection before them. The battlefield of Florra Mill Town unfolded in vivid detail, the chaos and intensity palpable even from their distant vantage.

    Loki's lips curled into a wry smile as she observed the scene. "Another battle is about to begin," she remarked, her tone laced with amusement and intrigue. Her eyes sparkled as she watched the movements of the Heroes below, each one poised for the confrontation ahead.

    Thórr, ever observant and composed, nodded as she watched Alfonse, Sharena, Commander Anna, Plumeria, and Veronica advance toward Zephia. "This time," she mused, "It is a battle between the mortals of the Nine Realms and Zephia of the Four Hounds. A test of their resolve and strength."

    Loki glanced at her sister, her expression thoughtful. "The mortals of Midgard win and lose about half the time during Mjölnir Strikes," she remarked, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "So many chaotic battles in one place... I can barely contain my excitement."

    Thórr gave a small, knowing smile. "Indeed, Loki. Your comment does draw a parallel. It seems fate and skill intertwine both on the battlefield and at the chessboard," she replied, her gaze still fixed on the magical projection. "It makes sense why I win against you half the time in your eponymous chess games."

    Loki shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. "Winning and losing are two sides of the same coin, sister," she said, her tone light. "And in a chaotic battlefield like the burning ruins of Florra Mill Town, that's where I'm overjoyed. The unpredictability, the stakes — it's thrilling."

    Thórr nodded in agreement, her expression serene yet focused. "In that case, we will continue to observe the battle," she said, resolute. Her eyes narrowed slightly as if seeing beyond the immediate chaos to the underlying patterns and strategies.

    Loki leaned back in her chair, a rare expression of agreement on her face. "For once, we are in complete accord," she replied, her voice almost teasing. "Let us watch and see which side fate favors this time."

    And so, the two goddesses continued to observe the unfolding battle, their interest piqued by the mortal struggles below. The flames of Florra Mill Town's ruins cast flickering shadows across the projection, a vivid backdrop to the decisive clash between the forces of Kiran's Heroes and the sinister might of Zephia and the Four Hounds.

    As Alfonse, Sharena, Commander Anna, Plumeria, and Veronica approached, Zephia's eyes narrowed. Her wyvern snorted, its wings flaring as the tainted Ring of the Holy Knight on her finger pulsed ominously, emitting a thick red haze. She looked down at the group, her expression mixed with disdain and amusement.

    "You truly dared to approach me," Zephia sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "To stand against me, even without Emblem Rings of your own, while Kiran Pathfinder fights Lady Veyle… How bold—or foolish."

    Alfonse remained calm, his gaze steady as he met Zephia's eyes. He shook his head slowly, disapprovingly. "Kiran may not be here," he said, his voice firm and unwavering, "But he has already empowered every one of us to stand against you. We don't need Emblem Rings to fight for what's right."

    Commander Anna stepped forward, her axe at the ready, a determined look on her face. "We are Heroes summoned by Kiran," she declared. "Each of us chosen for our strength and resolve."

    Sharena nodded in agreement, her spear poised as she addressed Zephia. "Using an Emblem Ring doesn't guarantee victory," she said, her voice carrying a note of warning. "It doesn't make you invincible."

    Veronica, calm and composed, fixed her gaze on Zephia. "You rely too heavily on your tainted Emblem Ring," she said, her tone as cold as ice. "It's become a crutch, a false sense of security. And that reliance will be your undoing."

    Zephia's eyes flashed with anger, her grip tightening on the reins of her wyvern. The haze from the tainted Emblem Ring thickened, swirling around her like a dark storm. "You speak boldly for ones who face their end," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "I will show you the true power of an Emblem Ring, tainted or not."

    The red haze began to envelop Zephia more completely, her form becoming shadowed and menacing. The air around her seemed to crackle with dark energy, the ground beneath her wyvern trembling slightly. She glared down at the five Heroes, her expression twisted with rage and determination.

    As the red haze from Zephia's tainted Emblem Ring swirled around her, several Corrupted soldiers began to claw their way out of the ground, their lifeless eyes fixated on the Heroes. Zephia let out a sinister laugh, her voice echoing with malice.

    "As much as I'd want to confront you directly," Zephia taunted, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "I'll enjoy watching my army tenderize you, whichever comes first. Come at me, if you dare."

    As Zephia let her wyvern fly further away to taunt them, Commander Anna gripped her Nóatún axe tightly, her expression resolute. "Alfonse, Veronica, Plumeria," she called out, her voice cutting through the chaos, "You three must confront Zephia. Sharena and I will hold off the Corrupted."

    Sharena, her Fensalir lance flashing as she took down a Corrupted soldier, nodded in agreement. "We can handle these enemies," she said confidently, her eyes never leaving the battlefield. "Go, and take Zephia down!"

    Alfonse glanced at his sister and Commander Anna, his expression serious. "Sharena, Commander…" he urged, his voice filled with concern. "Take care of yourselves."

    "I agree with Alfonse," Veronica urged as her Enclosing Dark tome glowed in the setting sun. "We can't afford to lose anyone."

    Plumeria, the Dokkálfr of Lewd Dreams, gave a slight nod. "If you need support, I can come to you and aid you with my dreams," she said, her tone softer but no less determined.

    With their plan set, Alfonse, Veronica, and Plumeria dashed toward Zephia, their focus unwavering. Zephia, atop her wyvern, watched them approach, her grip tightening on the reins. The red haze around her thickened, and the tainted Emblem Ring on her finger glowed ominously.

    In the ethereal realm of Ásgarðr, the goddesses Loki and Thórr continued sitting on their chairs, their eyes glued on the magical projection that displayed the battle currently on their purview.

    "Ooh," Loki cooed as she viewed the battle through the magical projection. "The battle is about to reach its crescendo."

    "I already dislike Zephia," Thórr exasperated as she saw Zephia and her wyvern moving further away. "Even I would not taunt mortals like that."

    "Remember dear, not everyone has your standards, some mortals less so," Loki chided as she wagged her right hand for emphasis. "Now watch closely sister, as the fun part is about to begin."

    Thórr merely nodded as she silently watched the magical projection alongside her sister, intrigued as to what would happen next.

    Zephia steadied her wyvern, its wings beating steadily as Alfonse, Veronica, and Plumeria closed in while Sharena and Commander Anna fended off her Corrupted minions. As the three approached her position, Zephia watched them with a cold, calculating gaze.

    "You three have signed your death warrants by confronting me," Zephia taunted, her voice dripping with venom. "Especially since two of your group stayed behind to fend off my minions."

    Alfonse met her gaze steadily. "I have faith in Sharena and Commander Anna," he said, his voice firm and unwavering. "They will defend themselves and survive."

    Veronica stepped forward, her Enclosing Dark tome glowing with dark energy. "You should be more concerned with the opponents in front of you," she said coldly, her eyes narrowing.

    Zephia smirked, a sinister gleam in her eyes. "As much as I hate it, you have a point," she mused, activating the tainted Ring of the Holy Knight. "Emblem Sigurd! It's time to go all out!"

    A malevolent aura enveloped Zephia, the air around her crackling with dark energy. Plumeria's face twisted in disgust as she sensed the tainted Emblem Ring's powers.

    "Be careful," Plumeria warned Alfonse and Veronica, her voice tinged with revulsion. "Even I am repulsed by that tainted Emblem Ring."

    Alfonse nodded, his grip tightening on his sword. "Your concern is noted, Plumeria," he replied, his eyes never leaving Zephia. "We can't allow Zephia to gain the upper hand."

    Veronica's expression grew even more serious. "We need to separate Zephia from her Emblem Ring somehow," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

    As she felt the tainted power of her Emblem Ring coursing through her, Zephia sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "Whatever you're planning, I'll stamp it out," she declared, eyes blazing with dark determination.

    Alfonse nodded at Veronica and Plumeria, his gaze unwavering. "It all boils down to who gets it on first," he said, his voice steady. "Let me through!"

    With a determined shout, Alfonse charged at Zephia, his Fólkvangr drawn and ready. In response, Zephia transformed the Ring of the Holy Knight into a Levin Sword. And so, their blades clashed with a resounding clang, sparks flying as they met in fierce combat.

    As Alfonse and Zephia dueled, Plumeria glanced at Veronica, her eyes filled with concern. "Princess Veronica…" she asked, her voice soft but urgent. "Do you trust Alfonse?"

    Veronica solemnly nodded, her expression resolute. "After all the conflicts and reconciliations that the Kingdom of Askr and the Emblian Empire have gone through," she replied, her voice steady as her cheeks were tinged in red. "I trust Alfonse as a… friend."

    Plumeria let out a small smile, her wings fluttering slightly. "Although it's not my place to say as the Dokkálfr of Lewd Dreams," she began, "But, I urge you to support Alfonse whenever you can."

    Veronica nodded, her grip tightening on her Enclosing Dark tome. "That's what I'm planning to do in this battle," she affirmed, her eyes locking onto Zephia.

    The battle between Alfonse and Zephia intensified, their weapons clashing with relentless fury. Alfonse's strikes were precise and calculated, each blow aiming to disarm or disable his opponent. Zephia countered with vicious swings of her Levin sword, the electric energy crackling menacingly with each attack.

    As the tainted power of her Emblem Ring surged through her, Zephia's confidence swelled. Clashing her Levin Sword against Alfonse's Fólkvangr, she sneered, "You may be able to clash blades with me, but I doubt you will prevail with Emblem Sigurd on my side."

    Alfonse met her gaze, determination blazing in his eyes. "You're right, if I were to fight you alone," he retorted, his voice steady. "Fortunately, I have Veronica and Plumeria with me."

    Zephia's eyes widened as she saw Veronica conjuring a crimson orb from her Enclosing Dark tome. The projectile shot toward her with deadly precision. Zephia quickly had her wyvern knock Alfonse a few feet away and used her Levin Sword to block Veronica's attack, deflecting the dark energy.

    Zephia huffed, barely managing to deflect Veronica's attack. "To think you'd plan something like this," she mused, a hint of admiration mixed with her disdain.

    As the dust settled from the clash, Plumeria flew near Alfonse, her wings shimmering with ethereal light. "We have an 'opening' now, as you call it in your kingdom," she said, her voice urgent. "Are you ready?"

    Alfonse nodded, his resolve unshaken. "Use your dreams to empower me and debilitate Zephia," he instructed.

    Plumeria nodded, her eyes reflecting her determination. "I'll get you going," she replied, her wings emitting a red mist that enveloped Alfonse, infusing him with strength. "Close your eyes…"

    At the same time, Zephia noticed what Plumeria was doing to Alfonse. Wasting no time, she had her wyvern fly in to attack both of them.

    "You two have been naughty," Zephia sneered as she readied her Levin Sword. "It's time I teach you runts a lesson!"

    As she and her wyvern flew closer, the mist reached Zephia before she could react. Suddenly, hallucinations began to cloud her vision. Her grip on the Levin Sword faltered, and her wyvern struggled to stay aloft, dangling close to the ground.

    "How…" Zephia clutched her head as she felt the effects of Plumeria's mist affect her and her wyvern. "Lord Sombron… I…"

    Empowered by Plumeria's Sweet Dreams, Alfonse saw his chance. He leaped at Zephia, his Fólkvangr glowing with energy.

    "I'll open the way!" Alfonse declared as he readied his Fólkvangr for the decisive strike.

    With a swift slash, he disarmed her, the Levin Sword disintegrating upon impact. Zephia, disoriented and reeling from the attack, could only watch as Veronica approached her on horseback, her Enclosing Dark tome glowing with red and black energy.

    "By Embla's will," Veronica chanted as she aimed at Zephia's Ring of the Holy Knight using her Enclosing Dark tome. "Close this Emblem Ring from its current wielder."

    A dark aura surrounded Zephia as the tainted Ring of the Holy Knight responded to Veronica's chant. Slowly, the ring began to remove itself from Zephia's possession. She reached out, desperation in her eyes, but it was too late. The ring slipped from her finger and fell. Before it could hit the ground, Alfonse swiftly caught the ring, securing it in his hand.

    As Zephia regained her senses, she realized the weight of her defeat. Her eyes darted to her now-empty hand, and she gritted her teeth in frustration.

    "No… Even after going all out…" Zephia scowled in anger. "Not only did I lose, but the Ring of the Holy Knight is gone."

    Alfonse pocketed the tainted Emblem Ring and faced her. "It's over, Zephia," he declared. "You won't be using this Emblem Ring ever again."

    Zephia's lips curled into a smirk as her wyvern snarled at Alfonse, Veronica, and Plumeria, causing them to be on their guard.

    "Over? Hardly," Zephia defiantly declared as multiple Corrupted soldiers spawned around her. "Despite losing an Emblem Ring, my role in this battle is done, but I cannot afford to stay here any longer."

    Before Alfonse, Veronica, and Plumeria could react, Zephia's wyvern took to the skies, leaving them behind to deal with the newly spawned Corrupted.

    "Zephia gets away again," Veronica sighed in annoyance as she readied her Enclosing Dark tome. "Just like last time."

    Alfonse nodded, his grip on Fólkvangr tightening. "At least we retrieved the Emblem Ring from her," he remarked as he glanced at the Ring of the Holy Knight in his pocket. "At least Zephia can't use this particular Emblem Ring ever again."

    Plumeria, her wings glowing faintly as she prepared to fight. "First, we need to dispose of these enemies," she remarked as she readied her Flower of Plenty. "Although, I can hear footsteps coming this way."

    Then, Alfonse, Veronica, and Plumeria heard footsteps coming from behind them, and they turned around to see Sharena and Commander Anna running towards them. Using their weapons, Sharena and Commander Anna took down every enemy Corrupted that spawned in front of the three.

    "Thank the gods we've arrived in time," Commander Anna said as she gripped her Nóatún axe tightly. "What did we miss?"

    "Frankly, you two only missed the part where Zephia got away again," Veronica responded as she adjusted her Enclosing Dark tome. "I assume that you two have defeated the enemies at your end?"

    "Yeah, Commander Anna and I managed to rout the enemy forces on our end," Sharena replied to Veronica as she noticed the Emblem Ring in Alfonse's possession. "Alfonse, is that the Emblem Ring that Zephia used earlier?"

    "Yes, I'll make sure this gets to Alear later," Alfonse acknowledged as he noticed more Corrupted soldiers were spawning nearby. "Right now, we need to take these enemies down."

    The newly spawned Corrupted soldiers charged at them, their eyes glowing with malevolent intent. Alfonse, Sharena, Commander Anna, Veronica, and Plumeria stood their ground, ready to face the oncoming horde.

    Alfonse swung his sword, cutting down the first Corrupted soldier that reached him. "Let's clear them out quickly," he remarked. "I hope Timerra and Fogado are doing alright on their end."

    Veronica, casting a powerful spell, nodded. "We can't let them slow us down," she pointed out. "After we take these annoyances down, we need to rendezvous with Timerra and Fogado. They may need help in fending off the enemy forces."

    Plumeria flew above, her red mist debilitating the Corrupted while empowering her allies. "Stay strong, everyone," she assured them. "I'm sure we'll reach our allies in time."

    And so, the five of them fought with precision and determination, each attack coordinated and deliberate. Despite the overwhelming numbers, their combined strength and strategy began to turn the tide of the battle.
     
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    • In another part of the burning battlefield, Ivy and Hortensia stood side by side, their retainers Zelkov, Kagetsu, Goldmary, and Rosado readying themselves for the inevitable clash. Triandra, the Dokkálfr of Nightmares, floated nearby, her ethereal wings casting an eerie glow.

    "I can sense it," Triandra discerned as she saw the miasma covering Hyacinth. "Hyacinth has been trapped in an eternal nightmare since he was brought back as a Corrupted soldier."

    Ivy looked somberly at her father, Hyacinth, as he led his entourage of Elusian and Corrupted soldiers. Her grip on her Icebound Tome tightened. "Is that so?" she sadly remarked. "Taking Father down will be a form of mercy."

    Hortensia, gripping her Arcane Charmer staff tightly, nodded in agreement. "Seeing Father like this.." she hesitated momentarily. "You were right, Ivy. Father has already passed on. I'll do what I must."

    Their eyes glowing with unnatural light, Hyacinth's Elusian and Corrupted battalion began their charge. Ivy and Hortensia's group braced themselves as the ground trembled under the weight of their approach.

    "Prepare yourselves!" Triandra's voice rose above the chaos. "They're coming!"

    It did not take long for the two opposing forces to clash. Weapons clashed, projectiles fired, and magic bolts careened throughout the battlefield as everyone in the group fended off Hyacinth's battalion.

    "Zappy!" Yunaka exclaimed as she took out a Corrupted soldier using her Silver Daggers. "They're relentless!"

    "Beneath contempt," Zelkov grumbled as he threw a pair of Steel Daggers at an Elusian soldier who was going to charge at Ivy. "These enemies *must* not reach Princess Ivy and Princess Hortensia."

    "I know," Goldmary huffed as she slashed an Elusian soldier who was wielding a Silver Axe with her Silver Sword. "The thing is these enemies just keep coming at us…"

    "Not only that," Rosado reined his wyvern as he swung his Axe of Adoration on an Elusian Wyvern Rider. "I don't want our cuteness to be tarnished by these foes!"

    "Then, we must prevail to protect Princess Ivy and Princess Hortensia!" Kagetsu declared as he sliced a Corrupted soldier. "As retainers, we must give it our all to protect our lieges! Let us bring the fight to them!"

    As the battle raged on around them, the retainers along with Triandra took on the majority of the battalion. Weapons clashed, arrows fired, daggers flew around, magic bolts whizzed, and enemies were being taken down, yet with the support of Triandra, the Dokkálfr of Nightmares, the retainers pressed on, determined to protect the two princesses of Elusia.

    While the retainers were fighting, Ivy and Hortensia readied their weapons. Ivy's tome glowed with a cold, blue light, while Hortensia's staff shimmered with arcane energy.

    "Loathsome," Ivy grumbled as she took down a Corrupted soldier with magically projected icicles from her Icebound Tome. "This battalion is trying to wear us down."

    "I know, Ivy," Hortensia replied as she froze an Elusian Pegasus Knight with her Arcane Charmer staff. "We just need to hold on long enough…"

    As they took down more enemies, Ivy and Hortensia stood side by side and reined their mounts, their eyes locked on the Corrupted form of their father, Hyacinth. The once-proud king of Elusia moved slowly, his hollow gaze fixed on his daughters as he approached. Every step he took seemed to echo with the weight of the dark magic that bound him, a twisted reflection of the man they once knew.

    "Ivy…" Hyacinth bellowed in an unnatural tone. "Hortensia..."

    Ivy tightened her grip on her Icebound Tome, her heart heavy with sorrow. "Father…" she replied as she wavered at the pain of seeing him like this almost unbearable. "I haven't seen you alive since we were at the Brodian border. That was our farewell. In this life, at least."

    Hortensia, barely holding back tears, clutched her Arcane Charmer staff tightly. "I miss you, Father," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I've been so sad since you passed on..."

    Hyacinth, his voice cold and detached, replied to his daughters, "Come back to me, Ivy... Hortensia..." he growled as his body emitted more black miasma. "Betray the Divine One and Kiran Pathfinder... Retrieve the remaining Emblem Rings for Lord Sombron."

    The words struck Ivy and Hortensia like a physical blow, the unnatural command jarring them to their core. They shook their heads in unison, rejecting the twisted plea of the creature before them.

    Hortensia, tears streaming down her face, spoke first. "Even if we could, we don't want to… You're long gone, Father... This isn't you. You're just a shell, revived as a Corrupted," she tearfully pointed out. "The Father who loved us, who ruled Elusia with pride, is gone."

    Ivy nodded her resolve hardening despite the pain. "Hortensia is right," she said, her voice firm. "You were our father, our king... but this Corrupted shade... You're not our Father that we know and love. If anything, this battle will be a proper send-off for you, a chance for your soul to finally rest."

    Hyacinth halted his approach, his vacant eyes betraying no emotion, but the dark energy surrounding him seemed to flicker for a moment. Yet, whatever remnants of the man they once loved were buried too deep beneath the layers of Corruption to surface now.

    "Ivy... Hortensia..." Hyacinth's voice was distant, almost lost as if the real Hyacinth was trying to reach them from within the darkness, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the evil force that had taken him over. "Return to me, my daughters..."

    Ivy took a deep breath, her sorrow mingling with a fierce determination. "We can't, Father. We have a duty as Heroes — to Elusia, to our people, to the Divine One, to Zenith, and Kiran Pathfinder," she declared as she steeled her resolve. "We won't betray them. And we won't let this twisted form of you continue to exist."

    Hortensia, her tears now dried, stood tall beside her sister. "We'll set you free, Father," she said as she wiped her tears and tightened her grip on her Arcane Charmer staff. "This is the only way to give you peace."

    As Hyacinth took another step forward, his entourage of Corrupted soldiers continued to clash with the retainers, but Ivy and Hortensia's focus remained solely on him. With a final, determined glance at one another, the two sisters prepared to do what they knew they must.

    "Ivy," Hortensia whispered, her voice full of resolve, "Let's do this together."

    Ivy nodded, her Icebound Tome glowing with a cold, blue light. "For Father... and Elusia."

    As Ivy and Hortensia made it clear that they would defy him, Hyacinth's Corrupted body began to emit a sinister black miasma, his voice deepened with malice.

    "If my daughters are so... stubborn," Hyacinth growled, his eyes dark and empty. "Then in Lord Sombron's name, you two will pay for your defiance... with your lives!"

    In one swift motion, Hyacinth transformed the Ring of the Sage Lord in his possession into a gleaming Light Blade, its radiant energy crackling with evil power. Without hesitation, he charged directly at Ivy and Hortensia, his speed unnaturally fast, driven by the dark magic that coursed through him.

    Ivy's eyes widened in horror as she saw her father's twisted form heading straight for Hortensia. Panic surged through her. "Hortensia!" she cried, her voice laced with desperation. "Watch out!"

    Hortensia barely had time to react, her body freezing in place as she saw the Corrupted form of her father bearing down on her with deadly intent. Ivy, determined to protect her sister, spurred her wyvern into motion, but she knew she wouldn't reach Hortensia in time.

    Just as the Light Blade was about to strike, a flash of steel intercepted the attack. Kagetsu, Ivy's ever-vigilant retainer, had appeared in the nick of time, his Reversal Blade+ clashing with Hyacinth's weapon in a shower of sparks. The force of the impact sent a shockwave through the air, but Kagetsu held his ground, his expression resolute.

    "It seems we are just in time," Kagetsu remarked, his voice calm despite the tension in the air. His Reversal Blade+ held firm against the onslaught of Hyacinth's Corrupted strength.

    Rosado, Hortensia's loyal retainer, swooped in on his wyvern with remarkable speed. His Axe of Adoration gleamed as he swung it precisely, aiming directly at Hyacinth. The force of the blow knocked Corrupted Hyacinth back several feet, forcing him to stagger and regain his balance.

    Rosado grinned, though his eyes remained focused. "I almost broke a sweat there," he quipped, his tone light but his grip on his axe steady and unyielding.

    Ivy's eyes widened in surprise as Kagetsu appeared by her side, blocking Hyacinth's strike with the Reversal Blade+. "Kagetsu?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief. "I thought you were with the other retainers, taking down Father's battalion!"

    Kagetsu met her bewildered gaze briefly before refocusing on Hyacinth, their blades locked in a fierce struggle. "I was, Princess Ivy," he replied, his tone unwavering. "But when I saw him targeting you and Princess Hortensia, I couldn't stay away. I won't let anyone harm either of you, even if that means fighting your father."

    Hortensia, still shaken from the near attack, looked up at Rosado, who had just saved her. "Rosado… I'm so glad you and Kagetsu got here in time. You saved my life," she said, her voice trembling with relief.

    Rosado grinned and winked at her, his usual playful demeanor shining through despite the tense situation. "Of course, Princess Hortensia. I can't let anyone—especially not your father—ruin your cuteness," he teased, steadying his Axe of Adoration for the next strike. "Not on my watch."

    With that, Rosado took the counter-initiative. With a swing of his Axe of Adoration, Rosado managed to overpower Hyacinth despite being at a disadvantage in the Weapon Triangle.

    "Picture-perfect!" Rosado declared as he winked back at Hortensia.

    Seeing an opening made by Rosado, Kagetsu dashed towards the Corrupted form of Hyacinth. Hyacinth tried to intercept Kagetsu's attack with his Light Blade, but it proved futile due to Kagetsu 's strength as a summoned Hero.

    "Even mighty ones fall!" Kagetsu declared as he slashed Hyacinth with his Reversal Blade+, knocking the former king of Elusia back further.

    As Kagetsu and Rosado fended off Hyacinth's relentless attacks, the sound of flapping wings drew Ivy and Hortensia's attention upward. Triandra, the Dokkálfr of Nightmares, descended gracefully toward them, her dark wings barely stirring the air.

    "Yunaka, Zelkov, and Goldmary have routed most of the Elusian and Corrupted soldiers under your father," Triandra informed them, her voice calm yet laced with an underlying sorrow. "That's why Kagetsu, Rosado, and I arrived just in time."

    Ivy nodded, her mind racing as she processed the information. "Thank you, Triandra," she said, her tone resolute as she remembered something about the álfar. "Since you are the Dokkálfr of Nightmares, not only can you induce nightmares, but you can also dispel them, correct?"

    Triandra's gaze softened, and she nodded solemnly. "Yes, Princess Ivy. I can dispel nightmares, but it will take time. I need to channel enough energy from my Flower of Sorrow," she explained, her voice tinged with a sadness that matched the aura she exuded.

    Hortensia, still clutching her Arcane Charmer staff tightly, looked at her sister with determination. "We need to buy Triandra that time, Ivy," she urged. "If she can dispel the nightmare that's keeping Father trapped, maybe… maybe we can finally free him."

    Ivy's grip on her Icebound Tome tightened as she met Hortensia's determined gaze. "You're right, Hortensia. We will protect Triandra and hold off Father until she's ready," Ivy agreed, her voice filled with resolve. She then turned to Kagetsu and Rosado, who were still holding the line against Hyacinth's relentless assault. "Kagetsu, Rosado, we need to keep Father at bay while Triandra prepares to dispel his nightmare."

    Kagetsu glanced back at Ivy, a steely determination in his eyes. "Understood, Princess Ivy. We will not let him get past us," he vowed, pushing Hyacinth back with a powerful strike.

    Rosado, still grinning, gave a thumbs-up. "We've got this!" he said, his tone light but his grip on his axe unyielding. "You three focus on the magic stuff; we'll handle the heavy lifting!"

    With their resolve strengthened, the group prepared for the next phase of the battle. Triandra closed her eyes, beginning the delicate process of channeling the energy needed to dispel the nightmare that held Hyacinth in its grip. As the black miasma around him continued to swirl, Ivy and Hortensia stood firm, ready to protect their ally and, hopefully, free their father from the darkness that consumed him.

    In the grand hall of Ásgarðr, Thórr and Loki sat comfortably in their ornate chairs, watching the magical projection that displayed the Battle of Firene. The scene shifted to focus on Ivy and Hortensia as they faced the Corrupted form of their father, Hyacinth. The ethereal light of the projection cast a soft glow on their faces, highlighting the intensity of the battle below.

    Loki's lips curled into a wry smile as she observed Triandra beginning to channel her energies into her Flower of Sorrow.

    "Well, well, what do we have here," Loki mused, her voice laced with amusement. "I can tell that the interesting part of this battle is about to begin. The anticipation is almost too much to bear."

    Thórr, who had been quietly watching the scene unfold, nodded in agreement as her gaze lingered on Triandra. "I find this curious coincidence interesting," she remarked thoughtfully. "To think that Kiran Pathfinder would assign Triandra to assist Ivy and Hortensia in this battle, there is something... fitting about it."

    Loki smirked, her eyes gleaming with a knowing glint. "Ah, Thórr," she replied, leaning back in her chair with an air of satisfaction. "You're onto something."

    "Is that so?" Thórr replied as she turned her attention to Loki. "I hope you can elaborate on that briefly."

    "You see, Triandra didn't have the easiest of lives when she was a mortal," Loki explained as she glanced at the magical projection. "She came from an abusive household, and at some point, she even confronted her father. That's why she seems more eager—no, more driven—to help Ivy and Hortensia in their confrontation with Hyacinth."

    Thórr's eyes widened subtly as she absorbed Loki's words. "That would explain it," she murmured, her tone softer than before. "The way she's so focused, so intent on helping them… It is as if Triandra is facing her past through their struggle."

    Loki nodded, her expression turning more serious. "Indeed. There's a certain poetry to it, isn't there?" she replied as she twirled her Thökk staff lazily. "But we must be quiet now, sister. The crescendo of Ivy and Hortensia's conflict against Hyacinth is about to start. And I, for one, wouldn't want to miss a single moment of it."

    Thórr inclined her head in agreement, and the two sisters fell silent, their attention wholly consumed by the unfolding drama in the projection. The air in Ásgarðr grew thick with anticipation as the final act of the battle began, the fates of Ivy, Hortensia, and Hyacinth hanging in the balance.

    As the fierce battle raged on, Kagetsu and Rosado continued to fend off the relentless attacks from the Corrupted form of Hyacinth. The tension in the air was palpable, every clash of blades echoing through the battlefield like a war drum. Ivy's gaze flickered between her retainers and the figure of her father, a deep resolve settling in her chest.

    "Triandra," Ivy called out, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions within her. "Are you finished channeling your energies into your Flower of Sorrow?"

    Triandra, the Dokkálfr of Nightmares, glanced at Ivy with a solemn expression, her dark wings casting shadows over the ground. "Yes," she replied, her voice carrying a weight of sorrow and determination. "The Emblem Ring that Hyacinth is using—it's the source of his nightmares. We can sever its influence, but we must act quickly."

    Hortensia, gripping her Arcane Charmer staff tightly, nodded in agreement. "From what Kiran told me, you can energize a mortal through your Frightful Dream," she said, her tone urgent. "We need to use that power now before Kagetsu and Rosado are overwhelmed."

    Triandra's eyes softened as she regarded Hortensia. "You're right. We can't waste any more time. Kagetsu and Rosado can only hold him off for so long." She then turned to Ivy, her expression resolute. "Ivy, when I use my Flower of Sorrow, I will empower you with its energy. But be warned—this power is drawn from the deepest nightmares. You must be ready."

    Ivy nodded, her grip on her Icebound Tome tightening. "I understand. Do it, Triandra. Empower me."

    Triandra took a deep breath, her wings beginning to glow with a faint, eerie light. She then turned to Hortensia, who was watching her with a mixture of determination and anxiety. "Hortensia, once I empower Ivy, you must call out to Kagetsu and Rosado. Tell them to move out of the way, or else they'll be caught in the effects of my Frightful Dream."

    Hortensia met Triandra's gaze with a firm look, her earlier tears now replaced by a steely resolve. "I'll be ready," she promised. "I won't let them get hurt."

    Triandra nodded, her wings fully illuminated now as she began to channel the energy into her Flower of Sorrow. The air around them grew thick with a dark, oppressive aura, the power of nightmares manifesting in a tangible form. Ivy closed her eyes, bracing herself for the surge of energy she was about to receive.

    As the energy flowed into Ivy, Triandra's voice rang out, clear and commanding. "Now, Hortensia! Call out to them!"

    Hortensia didn't hesitate. "Kagetsu! Rosado!" she cried, her voice carrying across the battlefield. "Fall back now! Get out of the way!"

    Kagetsu, locked in a fierce struggle with Hyacinth, glanced back at Hortensia's urgent call. Understanding dawned in his eyes, and he immediately broke off the engagement, leaping back to safety. Rosado followed suit, his wyvern swooping away from Hyacinth as the two retainers retreated to a safe distance.

    Hyacinth groaned as he was affected by Triandra's Frightful Dream. The miasma surrounding the Hyacinth's Light Blade began to fade away as Triandra's abilities were suppressing it.

    "Ugh…" Hyacinth grumbled as he clutched his head in pain with his left hand. "My head…"

    With Kagetsu and Rosado clear, Triandra's power reached its peak as her power debilitated Hyacinth. The energy surged into Ivy, who opened her eyes, now glowing with a dark, otherworldly light. She felt the power coursing through her veins, a mixture of fear and strength intertwining within her.

    "Father," Ivy whispered, her voice barely audible, yet filled with unwavering resolve. "This ends now."

    "It's time," Hortensia nodded as she steadied her pegasus. "Let's give a proper send-off to Father."

    Taking advantage of the opening that Triandra provided, Ivy and Hortensia mounted an offensive against Hyacinth, their weapons ready to deal a decisive blow to the Corrupted shell that was once their Father.

    "I want my life back!" Hortensia declared as she launched several heart-shaped icicles at Hyacinth using her Arcane Charmer.

    As heart-shaped attacks pelted Hyacinth, Hortensia's Glitter of Light activated, enveloping Hyacinth in a dazzling display, disorienting him and leaving him unable to retaliate. Caught off guard by Hortensia's unexpected maneuver, Hyacinth staggered backward, his confidence wavering as he struggled to regain his bearings.

    Seizing the opening, Hortensia urged Ivy to deliver the final blow, her voice filled with determination.

    "Go for it, Ivy!" Hortensia called out, her eyes blazing with determination. "Finish it!"

    Ivy's eyes narrowed with resolve. She tightened her grip on her Icebound Tome and signaled her wyvern, which lunged forward with a fierce cry. As they closed the distance between them and Hyacinth, Ivy could feel the power of Triandra's Frightful Dream still coursing through her, mingling with her magic to create a potent force.

    "For Elusia!" Ivy declared, her determination evident in every syllable.

    The onslaught of icy projectiles proved devastating, striking Hyacinth with unyielding force. Due to being unable to retaliate thanks to Hortensia's Glitter of Light, Hyacinth barely managed to withstand the onslaught, his body reeling from the impact.

    The words were filled with a deep, unwavering determination, a promise to the kingdom and people she had sworn to protect. With a surge of magic, she conjured multiple ice orbs that materialized around her, their frigid energy crackling in the air.

    In one swift motion, Ivy launched the ice orbs at Hyacinth, each striking its target with precision and force. The onslaught of ice magic pummeled Hyacinth's weakened form, sending him reeling back with each successive hit. His Corrupted body trembled as it struggled to withstand the barrage, the dark miasma surrounding him flickering like a dying flame.

    Finally, with a pained gasp, Hyacinth's grip on his Light Blade faltered. The weapon slipped from his grasp, the blade dissolving into light as it reverted to the Ring of the Sage Lord. The ring hovered in the air for a moment, glowing with a soft, blue light before it fell to the ground, landing with a faint clink at Ivy's feet.

    For a moment, there was silence. Ivy and Hortensia stared at their father, who now stood before them, weakened and disoriented, but still standing. The battle was over, but the weight of what had just transpired hung heavily in the air.

    As the last remnants of ice magic faded from the battlefield, Ivy, Hortensia, Triandra, Kagetsu, and Rosado watched in silence as the dark miasma that had once surrounded Hyacinth began to dissipate. Without the malevolent energy to sustain him, Hyacinth's Corrupted form started to crumble, pieces of his body disintegrating into the air like ashes carried on the wind.

    Hortensia, her heart heavy with a mixture of sorrow and relief, urged her pegasus to hover closer to the ground, bringing her alongside Ivy.

    "Ivy," Hortensia asked as she trembled in anticipation. "Is it over? Did we..."

    Before Ivy could muster a response, a faint voice interrupted the silence. "It's over," Hyacinth spoke, his voice weak but filled with a strange sense of peace. "Ivy, Hortensia… Well done… I could've been more proud of my… daughters."

    Ivy's breath hitched as she tried to keep her emotions in check. Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed at her father, the man who had once ruled Elusia with strength and pride now reduced to a disintegrating shadow of his former self. "Father, no… Perhaps there's still a way. Maybe we can still save you."

    Hyacinth managed a weak shake of his head, his expression softening as he looked at his daughters. "No, Ivy… My fate was sealed the moment I chose to side with the Fell Dragon Sombron. The moment I was raised as a Corrupted… there was no saving me."

    "This can't be happening…" Hortensia blubbered as she felt tears spill down her cheeks, unable to contain her grief. "It can't end like this…"

    Hyacinth groaned in pain as the disintegration of his body quickened. The agony of it was clear on his face, but so was the determination to say his final words. "Listen to me, both of you. I'm about to pass on… truly this time," he urged. "But before I do, you must hear what I have to say."

    The battlefield around them seemed to blur as Ivy and Hortensia focused solely on their father. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, and for a brief moment, the world stood still.

    As Hyacinth's body continued to crumble away, he let out a strained cough, the sound echoing through the now quiet battlefield. With great effort, he managed to speak to his daughters, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ivy… Hortensia… I was aware… of everything. I knew I was under Sombron's control. But even in that darkness, I never stopped loving you both. I'm… so sorry."

    Ivy could no longer hold back her tears. They streamed down her face as she took a step closer to her father, her voice trembling. "Father… I love you too. I always have."

    Hortensia, her face also streaked with tears, nodded in agreement. "This…" she stammered as her voice was thick with emotion. "This is goodbye, isn't it?"

    Hyacinth's body continued to disintegrate, the dark miasma that once surrounded him now almost entirely gone. He looked at his daughters with a gaze full of sorrow and love. "Please take the Ring of the Sage Lord… have the Divine One purify it," he requested as he weakly pointed at the Ring of the Sage Lord lying on the ground while more of his body started to disintegrate. "It's the least I can offer after all that's happened."

    His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, his form barely holding together. With his final strength, he looked up at Ivy, his eyes softening. Tears were streaking from Ivy and Hortensia's eyes as they realized that their Father was about to give his final speech.

    "Elusia is yours now, Ivy... Lead it… guide it… in my place," Hyacinth requested as his face began to disintegrate. "And if that means… siding with the Divine One and Kiran Pathfinder… so be it."

    "I will, Father. I promise. Hortensia, Kagetsu, Rosado, and I… we've already been summoned as Heroes," Ivy acknowledged tearfully, choking on her sobs. "We'll support the Divine One and Kiran to protect Elusia, no matter what."

    Hyacinth managed a faint, somber smile as he looked at his daughters one last time. His body finally gave way, disintegrating completely into the air, leaving nothing but a melancholic stillness in the area where he had stood.

    As the last remnants of Hyacinth's body dissolved into the wind, Ivy and Hortensia stood silently, their hearts heavy with grief. For a few long moments, they allowed themselves to mourn, their father's final words echoing in their minds. Ivy's gaze lingered on the spot where Hyacinth had stood, her tears still glistening on her cheeks. Triandra, Kagetsu, and Rosado also gave their silent condolences for the passing of Elusia's former king.

    Hortensia, though overwhelmed by sorrow, glanced at the battlefield around them. The sounds of clashing steel and distant shouts reminded her of the reality they were still facing. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice.

    "Ivy… as much as I want to grieve for Father, the battle isn't over," Hortensia sniffled as she wiped away her tears. "We can't stop now."

    Ivy wiped her tears with the back of her hand, her expression resolute as she nodded. "You're right, Hortensia," she somberly acknowledged. "There will be a proper time to mourn Father's passing, but now… we have to finish this."

    As Ivy dismounted from her wyvern, she bent down to pick up the Ring of the Sage Lord that Hyacinth had left behind. Its weight felt significant in her hand, a reminder of the responsibility she now bore. She held it close for a moment knowing that she must give the Emblem Ring back to Alear to be purified, then secured it carefully before turning her attention back to the battlefield.

    Triandra, the Dokkálfr of Nightmares, descended from the skies and landed gracefully beside them. Her voice was calm, yet carried an urgency as she addressed the sisters. "Ivy, Hortensia… it's time to assist Zelkov, Goldmary, and Yunaka," she advised. "The battle isn't over yet, and they need our help to rout the remaining enemies."

    Ivy mounted her wyvern once more, determination hardening her features as she nodded. "We mustn't waste any more time," she agreed. "We'll join them and finish this."

    Hortensia's eyes, though still tinged with sadness, shone with resolve. She tightened her grip on her Arcane Charmer staff and spoke firmly. "Let's go help them."

    Kagetsu, ever loyal, stepped forward, his Reversal Blade+ at the ready. "As your retainer, I'm with you, Princess Ivy. I'll protect you, no matter what."

    Rosado, always full of energy, swung his Axe of Adoration with a confident grin. "Let's make sure everyone sees just how adorable we are in battle! We'll make sure they remember us!"

    With renewed purpose, Ivy, Hortensia, Triandra, Kagetsu, and Rosado rushed back into the fray, their sights set on aiding Zelkov, Goldmary, and Yunaka. The battle wasn't over, but with their hearts united and their spirits strong, they would fight on and honor the memory of their father by ensuring his final wish was fulfilled.
     
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    • Chapter 24, Part 5
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    • In the heart of the decimated Florra Mill Town, the once vibrant flowers and bustling markets had given way to a landscape of ruin. Kiran, Alear, Male Alear, Fjorm, Seiðr, Veyle, and Mauvier stood against the looming threat of Evil Veyle and her imposing Corrupted battalion. The air was tense as Evil Veyle, her eyes burning with malevolent rage, glared at them across the shattered square.

    "Defects, every one of you," Evil Veyle hissed, her voice dripping with venom as the tainted apparition of Emblem Marth crossed his arms. "In Lord Sombron's name, you lot should suffer horrible, gruesome deaths by my hand!"

    At her command, the Corrupted soldiers surged forward, their twisted forms lunging at Kiran's group with unrelenting ferocity. Fjorm, Seiðr, and Mauvier immediately sprang into action, their weapons flashing as they cut down several oncoming Corrupted. The clash of steel and the cries of battle filled the air, but Veyle's voice rang out amidst the chaos, clear and unwavering.

    "Alear, Kiran…" Veyle pleaded, her eyes locking onto her evil counterpart. There was motivation in her gaze, a determination that hadn't existed before. "Please let me fight her."

    Alear hesitated, her brow furrowing in concern as she floated near Veyle in her Engaged form. "I'm not sure, Veyle…" she replied. "We're dealing with an entire regiment of Corrupted that's reinforcing your evil counterpart. I don't know if we can afford to split our focus."

    "She's been training for this, Alear," Kiran replied as he looked at Veyle with a knowing expression. "Back in Askr, she's prepared herself for this moment."

    Male Alear stepped forward, his voice calm yet firm. "Even if I'm a version of you from another Elyos, Veyle is our sister," he reminded Alear. "We should trust her, just as she's trusted us all this time."

    Veyle nodded at Alear, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped her Tome, but her resolve was unwavering. "I can do this," she declared as she renewed her resolve. "I have to face my evil counterpart. I need to."

    Alear took a deep breath, glancing between Kiran, her brother, and Veyle. There was a moment of silence as she weighed her options, the sound of battle raging around them. Finally, she nodded, her voice steady as she made her decision.

    "Alright, Veyle. I trust you," Alear agreed as she readied her Libération sword. "Confront Evil Veyle. We'll handle the rest."

    Veyle's expression softened, a mixture of gratitude and determination filling her eyes. "Thank you, Alear," she replied. "I won't let you down."

    With that, Veyle stepped forward, her eyes fixed on Evil Veyle, who watched with a cruel smile playing on her lips. The battlefield seemed to quiet briefly as if holding its breath in anticipation of the clash between Veyles. Then, with a burst of energy, Veyle surged toward her evil counterpart, ready to face the darkness that had once consumed her.

    As the sisters prepared for confrontation, Kiran and Alear returned to the chaotic battlefield. "We'll keep the Corrupted at bay," Kiran said, drawing his weapon. "Let's give Veyle the chance she needs."

    "I understand," Alear agreed, her determination mirrored by her male counterpart. "Everyone, hold the line! Veyle's counting on us!"

    With their renewed resolve, Kiran, Alear, Male Alear, Fjorm, Seiðr, and Mauvier threw themselves into the fray, fighting with everything they had to support Veyle as she faced the embodiment of her darkest fears.

    As the dust settled momentarily, Fjorm, Seiðr, and Mauvier swiftly regrouped with Kiran, Alear, Male Alear, and Veyle. The battlefield was still alive with the clashing of weapons and the cries of the Corrupted. Yet, there was a sense of unified purpose among them now.

    Fjorm was the first to speak, her voice steady and determined. "We need to open the way for Veyle," she said, her icy gaze sweeping over the enemy forces still standing between them and Evil Veyle. "She must face her evil counterpart without distraction."

    Seiðr, her expression fierce, nodded in agreement. "Kiran Pathfinder, we must make haste," she pointed out. "Evil Veyle will not give us the chance to do this easily."

    Mauvier, standing tall beside Veyle, tightened his grip on his lance. "Lady Veyle, I will help you confront the false Veyle," he said, his deep voice full of resolve. "I will take down these Corrupted enemies so they will not interfere in your battle."

    Veyle looked around at the faces of her comrades—no, her friends—and felt a swell of gratitude. They believed in her. She nodded, her voice soft but firm. "Let's do this together."

    'Defeating Veyle will mark the end of this battle,' Baldraz spoke within the Breidablik. 'Push forward and do not relent!'

    Kiran, ever the leader, stepped forward. "You heard Veyle," he said, his tone carrying the weight of urgency. "We need to act now. Everyone, push forward!"

    With renewed vigor, the group surged ahead, cutting through the Elusian and Corrupted battalion with precision and purpose. Their movements were synchronized, each strike and spell working to clear a path toward Evil Veyle. The air crackled with the energy of their determination, and for a moment, it seemed as though they might succeed.

    But Evil Veyle was not to be outdone. Her eyes blazed with hatred as she saw them closing in. With a shriek that echoed across the battlefield, she hurled dark orbs from her Obscurité tome, each one crackling with evil power.

    "Stay back, you defect!" Evil Veyle screamed, her voice filled with a twisted fury. "I am the real Veyle!"

    Without hesitation, Veyle raised her own Obscurité tome, her hands glowing with magic. She conjured her orbs of dark energy and hurled them at her counterpart's projectiles. The orbs collided midair, canceling each other out in bursts of dark light.

    The battlefield seemed to hold its breath as the two Veyles faced each other, their identical eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. But it was Veyle who spoke first, her voice calm, almost gentle.

    "No… I won't back down, not this time," Veyle declared as she steeled her resolve. "I'm not afraid of you anymore."

    There was a finality in her words, a quiet strength that cut through the noise and chaos around them. For so long, Veyle had been haunted by the shadow of her evil counterpart, the embodiment of her worst fears and darkest moments. But now, standing before her, Veyle felt only resolve. She had her friends by her side, and she had found the courage within herself.

    Evil Veyle snarled, her rage growing more desperate as she realized her power over Veyle was slipping. "You should be afraid, you defect!" she snarled. "You're nothing without me!"

    "You're wrong," Veyle replied as she shook her head and reaffirmed her determination to her evil counterpart. "I have everything I need right here."

    As Veyle drew closer, Evil Veyle's desperation began to show. Her eyes widened in panic, and she let out an ear-piercing scream that reverberated through the burning town. Dark miasma seeped from her body, swirling ominously around her before surging outward. From the shadows, massive four-legged beasts, known as Corrupted wyrms, began to materialize alongside the usual horde of Corrupted soldiers, their forms twisted and grotesque.

    Kiran, standing his ground, raised the Breidablik and fired a powerful blast at one of the approaching Corrupted soldiers, disintegrating it on the spot. He shook his head in disbelief, his voice tinged with urgency.

    "To think Evil Veyle would bring in Corrupted wyrms to defend herself…" Kiran remarked as he assessed the situation. "She's more dangerous than we thought."

    Alear nodded in agreement, her eyes scanning the battlefield as her Engaged form glowed brightly. "We have to take them down," she said, her voice firm. "We need to fight the Corrupted reinforcements she's called in while defending Veyle at the same time."

    "I'm with you!" Emblem Lucina spoke in Alear's Ring of the Princess Exalt. "I'll guide you through this!"

    Male Alear, wielding his Libération sword with precision, charged at one of the Corrupted wyrms. The creature snarled and lunged at him, but with a swift, clean strike, Male Alear cleaved through its thick hide, felling the beast.

    "We'll defend Veyle together," Male Alear called out, determination etched into his features. "We won't let anything stand in her way."

    Mauvier, his lance gleaming as he cut down another wave of Corrupted soldiers, glanced over at Veyle. His voice was filled with pride and unwavering resolve. "This is one of Lady Veyle's finest hours," he declared, his words carrying across the battlefield. "The battle where she must confront the false Veyle and prevail. No enemy shall stand in her path."

    Veyle, feeling the support of her companions, turned to Mauvier and offered him a grateful smile. Her heart swelled with determination, and she tightened her grip on her Obscurité tome. "Thank you so much," she replied, her voice steady despite the chaos around them. "It's now or never."

    As the battalion of Corrupted soldiers and wyrms descended upon them, all of them knew that they needed to take these enemies down to escort Veyle to her evil counterpart. Thus, the group wasted little time to take these enemies on.

    "Leiptr!" Fjorm hollered as she performed a flip as she took down a Corrupted using her lance. "Lance of Ice!"

    "Revealing light!" Seiðr exclaimed as she conjured multiple bolts of light at one of the Corrupted wyrms.

    "You will have nothing!" Mauvier declared as he skewered a Corrupted soldier with his Penitent Lance.

    "The Emblems guide us!" Alear and Male Alear declared simultaneously as both of them slewed the Corrupted wyrm that was blocking Veyle's path.

    As the battle raged on, Veyle's confidence grew. She knew that this was her chance to prove herself, not just to her friends, but to herself as well. With Kiran, Alear, Male Alear, Fjorm, Seiðr, and Mauvier holding the line against the onslaught of Corrupted wyrms and soldiers, she felt confident. They believed in her, and that belief gave her strength.

    With a deep breath, Veyle advanced toward her evil counterpart, her steps sure and unwavering. The two Veyles locked eyes, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of them, each preparing for the inevitable clash.

    Evil Veyle, her face twisted in fury, let out another scream as the visage of Emblem Marth returned to the tainted Ring of the Hero-King. Empowered by the tainted Emblem Ring, Evil Veyle hurled a barrage of dark magic at Veyle. But this time, Veyle was ready. With a calm that belied the intensity of the battle, she countered the attack with her magic, the two forces colliding in a brilliant explosion of light and shadow.

    As the shockwave rippled across the battlefield, Kiran's voice rang out. "Hold the line! We're almost there!"

    And with that, Veyle, surrounded by the unyielding support of her friends, pressed forward, ready to face the darkness and bring an end to this battle once and for all.

    The battlefield was a maelstrom of chaos as Alear and Kiran led their group in fending off the relentless waves of Corrupted soldiers and wyrms summoned by Evil Veyle. The air was thick with the sounds of clashing steel, the roar of beasts, and the crackle of dark magic. Amidst this turmoil, Veyle continued her steady approach toward her evil doppelganger, her expression calm and resolute.

    Evil Veyle's eyes burned with hatred as she glared at Veyle, her twisted features contorted in rage. "Grr... You're nothing but a defective child that needs to die!" she snarled, her voice dripping with venom. "In Lord Sombron's name, I'll stamp you out!"

    Without hesitation, Evil Veyle raised her Obscurité tome, the air around her crackling with dark energy. A massive orb of shadow began to form above her, pulsing with malevolent power. With a furious scream, she flung the dark orb at Veyle, the sheer force of the attack tearing through the ground as it hurtled toward its target.

    But Veyle stood her ground, her gaze unwavering. As the dark orb closed in, her body began to emit a crimson glow, the light growing brighter and more intense with each passing moment. Her Fell Protection ability had activated, enveloping her in a protective red aura that nullified the incoming attack. The dark orb shattered against the barrier of red mist surrounding her, dissolving into harmless wisps of shadow.

    Evil Veyle's face twisted in dismay as she realized her attack had failed. "No… this can't be!" she shrieked, her voice trembling with desperation. "You're the only one fighting me! With that, I should be the victor!"

    Veyle, her confidence bolstered by the display of power, took a deep breath and glanced toward Alear and Kiran, who were fiercely battling the Corrupted enemies nearby. Their courage and determination fueled her own, and she felt a surge of strength within her. Turning her attention back to Evil Veyle, Veyle spoke with a quiet but unwavering resolve.

    "You're wrong. You're the one who stands alone," Veyle said, her voice steady and clear. "I have real friends and allies—people who believe in me and are fighting with me right now, and I was summoned as a Hero by Kiran Pathfinder. I won't lose to you."

    With those words, Veyle raised her own Obscurité tome, her eyes glowing with determination. A dark orb of her own began to form, but this one was different—it was infused with all the pain, fear, and hope that Veyle had carried within her. As the orb pulsed with power, Veyle hurled it toward Evil Veyle with a fierce cry.

    "Feel what I feel!" Veyle declared, her voice ringing out across the battlefield.

    The dark orb shot forward, cutting through the air like lightning. It slammed into Evil Veyle with devastating force, sending her careening into the ground. The impact was so powerful that the earth trembled beneath them, and Evil Veyle's body was thrown back, crashing into the charred remains of a nearby building. She groaned in pain, barely able to withstand the ferocity of the attack.

    As the dust settled, Veyle stood tall, her gaze fixed on her fallen doppelganger. The battlefield around them seemed to fall into a momentary hush as if the very air was holding its breath, waiting to see what would happen next. Veyle's heart pounded in her chest, but she knew that she had the strength to finish this—she had the strength to protect those she cared about.

    In the Realm of Ásgarðr, Thórr and Loki sat comfortably in their ornate chairs, watching the magical projection that displayed the Alear and Kiran's battle against Evil Veyle. The ethereal light of the projection cast a soft glow on their faces, highlighting the intensity of the battle below.

    "And so," Thórr surmised as she steadied her War-God Mjölnir. "The battle has reached its proper conclusion."

    "So it has, dear," Loki agreed as her lips curled into a smile. "And for once, I was rooting for Kiran Pathfinder and his Heroes to win! They didn't disappoint!"

    "So they did," Thórr acknowledged as she stared at the magical projection. "Loki, I must remind you that Kiran and the Breidablik are factors that were not foreseen by Alfaðör."

    "Oh, I know about that," Loki nonchalantly answered. "But the fact that Kiran Pathfinder and his Breidablik exist is what makes things so much more interesting!"

    "As you say," Thórr calmly replied. "And thus, we shall continue watching the Summoner, in the name of Alfaðör."

    Loki simply chuckled softly as the two Aesir sisters turned their attention to the unfolding drama in the projection. The air in Ásgarðr grew thick with anticipation as the Battle of Florra Mill Town had reached its proper conclusion.

    After she barely withstood Veyle's counterattack, Evil Veyle staggered to her feet, clutching her Obscurité tome tightly. Her breathing was ragged, her once confident sneer now replaced by a grimace of pain and frustration. "Even with the power of the Emblem Rings blessed by Lord Sombron…" she lamented, her voice trembling as she stared at the ground. "Even with the Four Hounds at my side… it's still not enough."

    Her gaze snapped up to Alear, Veyle, and Kiran, her eyes burning with a mix of rage and desperation. "I defeated you at Destinea Cathedral!" she shrieked, her voice echoing through the burning ruins of Florra Mill Town. "You deserve to lose here! You should be crushed beneath my power!"

    Kiran, his expression calm and resolute, stepped forward. "Yet, the opposite has happened," he replied, his voice steady and firm. "This battle is different from the one at Destinea Cathedral. You must accept your loss here, Evil Veyle."

    "That's right," Veyle said as she agreed with Kiran. "You couldn't handle your first loss, can you? In any case, this battle is over."

    Evil Veyle's eyes blazed with fury as she gritted her teeth. A thick cloud of miasma began to pour from her body and the tainted Ring of the Hero-King, swirled around her like a living shadow.

    "I promise you," Evil Veyle hissed, her voice dripping with malice, "You'll regret defeating me here. You lot will not survive our next encounter! This isn't over!"

    As the miasma thickened, it obscured her form completely. When it finally began to dissipate, Evil Veyle was gone.

    Kiran narrowed his eyes, his hand still tightly gripping Breidablik. "As I expected," he said, a hint of frustration in his tone. "Evil Veyle has retreated."

    Alear stepped up beside Kiran as she reverted to her normal form, her Libération sword still drawn as she surveyed the remaining enemies. "And with her retreat," she remarked with a tinge of bitterness. "She took Emblem Marth with her."

    "Don't worry about that. I'm sure there will be another chance to reunite with Emblem Marth," Veyle replied to Alear as she gripped her Obscurité tome tightly. "I'm happy that I managed to force her to retreat with your help."

    "That time will come, Alear," Kiran said as he offered his encouragement. "We're one step closer to retrieving the remaining Emblem Rings, including Emblem Marth."

    "Lady Veyle and Kiran Pathfinder are correct. Not only have you helped her face her fears, but also helped her overcome her struggle," Mauvier spoke as he steadied his horse. "Although we are unable to retrieve the Ring of the Hero-King, saving Firene and seeing the false Veyle retreat are more important."

    "There will be more openings next time," Male Alear added as he stood beside Veyle. "We need to be vigilant in our next encounter with Evil Veyle."

    Before Alear could reply, he noticed that the miasma that Evil Veyle left behind began to coalesce into the ground. Then, the ground trembled as more Corrupted soldiers began to spawn around the area, their twisted forms rising from the darkness.

    "Everyone, stay alert," Alear said, her voice tinged with determination. "We need to rout the Corrupted forces here in Florra Mill Town, starting with the ones in front of us."

    "Here they come," Fjorm added as she readied her Leiptr. "We need to deal with the remaining Corrupted."

    "Princess Fjorm is right," Seiðr said to Kiran as she grasped her eponymous staff while straddling her goat mount. "We must not let these enemies do any further damage to the already battered town."

    Kiran nodded in agreement. "I agree with all of you," he replied. "Let's proceed with the mop-up operations and we'll meet up with the other groups afterward."

    Without another word, Alear and Kiran led the charge against the remaining Corrupted soldiers. The group moved in unison, cutting down the twisted creatures one after another, their resolve unshaken by Evil Veyle's retreat. Veyle, still shaken but now more determined than ever, fought alongside them, her heart set on ensuring that Florra Mill Town would be freed from this incursion.
     
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    • On a dimly lit warship sailing away from the coast of Firene, a thick cloud of vapor began to gather on the deck, swirling and churning until it formed the dark figure of Evil Veyle. Her expression was twisted with rage, her fists clenched tightly at her sides as dark miasma leaked out from her body.

    "Curse them!" Evil Veyle spat, her voice seething with venom. "Not only did Alear and Kiran manage to obtain the Ring of the Holy Knight and the Ring of the Sage Lord, but Mauvier… that traitor… betrayed us all for that useless defect!"

    Marni, standing nearby with her arms crossed, glanced nervously at Evil Veyle before speaking up. "Even if Mauvier betrayed us, we still have the remaining Emblem Rings," she said, trying to sound hopeful, though there was an edge of uncertainty in her voice.

    Griss, who leaned casually against the ship's railing, let out a dark chuckle. His eyes gleamed with a twisted delight as he grinned maliciously. "True," he drawled, "but with Kiran Pathfinder summoning most of them as Heroes, they've become formidable opponents. Hell, they don't even need the Emblem Rings to fight anymore."

    Zephia, who had been watching the exchange with a calm, calculating expression, nodded in agreement. "We must regroup," she said in a low, measured tone. "We need to recover our losses and plan our next move carefully."

    Evil Veyle's eyes burned with fury as she turned to glare at the receding coastline, where Alear and Kiran stood, watching the warship sail away. Her hatred for them was palpable, and her anger was barely contained.

    "Even if they are Heroes," Evil Veyle muttered under her breath, "Even if they wield the power of the Emblem Rings… they will fall before Lord Sombron. I will see to it personally."

    The remaining Hounds exchanged glances, the weight of Evil Veyle's words hanging heavily in the air. The warship sailed on, its dark sails cutting through the waters, carrying with it the lingering promise of vengeance and the cold resolve of its sinister occupants. The battle in Firene might have been over, but the war was far from finished.

    On the windswept coast of Florra Mill Town, Alear and Kiran stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the distant warship sailing away from the shore. An hour had passed since the Battle of Firene. The battered Florra Mill Town became quiet, leaving only the sound of waves lapping against the rocks and the distant calls of seabirds. Alear's gaze lingered on the ship for a moment longer before she turned to Kiran, her expression solemn yet resolute.

    "Despite the bitter tone of that retreat back at Destinea Cathedral," Alear said, her voice carrying a mix of exhaustion and pride. "We more than made up for our loss back then. Our army deserves this victory."

    Kiran, still holding the Breidablik, gave her a confident smile. "This victory marks the turnaround of the conflict against Sombron and his minions," he replied, brandishing the weapon that had been instrumental in their success.

    As the two of them stood in the quiet aftermath of the battle, they heard the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Turning, they saw Alfonse, Ivy, Fjorm, and Seiðr making their way toward them, both looking determined yet relieved.

    "Kiran! Alear!" Fjorm called out. "There you two are!"

    "We have been searching around the battered town for you two!" Seiðr added. "To think you two are looking over the sunset after a long battle."

    "Alfonse, Ivy, Fjorm, and Seiðr?" Kiran addressed them as they drew near. "Is there something you need?"

    Without a word, Alfonse and Ivy extended their hands, each holding an Emblem Ring. Alfonse held out the Ring of the Holy Knight, while Ivy presented the Ring of the Sage Lord. Their significance was not lost on Alear and Kiran.

    Alfonse spoke first, his tone respectful. "We obtained these Emblem Rings during the battle. They were hard-won, and they belong with you now."

    Ivy nodded in agreement, her voice soft but firm. "These rings are tainted by the battles they've seen. Divine One, Kiran... You two must purify them," she urged. "Only then can their true power be restored."

    Alear exchanged a glance with Kiran, her eyes reflecting a shared understanding of the task ahead. She looked at the Breidablik in Kiran's hand, knowing it held the key to the purification process. "Kiran," she began, her voice steady, "are you ready to purify these Emblem Rings again?"

    Kiran nodded, his grip on the Breidablik tightening with determination. "Let's do this," he replied, his voice filled with resolve.

    As Kiran prepared his Breidablik, he felt a familiar presence stir within the weapon. A voice, calm and resonant, echoed in his mind. It was Baldraz, the spirit of the Breidablik.

    'Kiran,' Baldraz intoned. 'Use the Breidablik to levitate the two Emblem Rings. Alear will speak the proper chant to begin the purification.'

    Kiran nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Understood, Baldraz." He raised the Breidablik, its energy surging through him as he focused on the two Emblem Rings— the Ring of the Holy Knight and the Ring of the Sage Lord. Slowly, they began to lift from Alfonse and Ivy's hands, floating in midair as Kiran channeled the power of the Breidablik.

    "Now," Kiran said, his voice steady with purpose. "We'll start the purification process."

    The rings hovered, suspended by an unseen force, as Alear stepped forward, her expression one of calm determination. She closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath before speaking the ancient chant.

    "Provide for us, Emblem of the Holy War!" Alear chanted as the two Emblem Rings began to glow. "Free us, Emblem of Genealogy!"

    As the words left Alear's lips, divine energy enveloped the rings, mingling with the power emanating from the Breidablik. The air around them seemed to shimmer as the taint within the Ring of the Holy Knight and the Ring of the Sage Lord began to dissipate, drawn out and purified by the combined forces of Kiran's weapon and Alear's chant.

    The process was intense, the divine energies swirling around the rings like a protective cocoon. Then, with a final burst of light, the purification was complete. The rings now glowed with pure, radiant light, free of the darkness that had once tainted them.

    In the aftermath of the purification, two figures began to manifest before Alear, Kiran, Alfonse, and Ivy—Emblems Sigurd and Leif. Their forms solidified, their presence filling the space with a comforting warmth.

    Alear's eyes lit up with relief and joy as she saw the two Emblems. "I'm so glad to have both of you back," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

    Emblem Sigurd stepped forward, his expression softened. "Alear, I must apologize. I wasn't able to protect you back at Destinea Cathedral," he apologized. "For that, I am deeply sorry."

    Alear shook her head, her smile reassuring. "It's in the past now, Sigurd. We're all here, together, and that's what matters."

    Emblem Leif glanced at Kiran, his gaze thoughtful. "We owe Kiran Pathfinder a great debt," he said, his tone respectful. "While the majority of us were under Sombron's thrall, it was Kiran and his Heroes who protected you, Alear. His strength and resolve kept us all in this fight."

    Kiran, humbled by the acknowledgment, lowered the Breidablik slightly, meeting Leif's gaze. "It was a team effort," he reassured. "We all have our roles to play in this battle."

    "Us Emblems owe you a debt," Emblem Sigurd addressed Kiran. "One day, we will repay this favor. In that, we can promise."

    As the luminous forms of Emblems Sigurd and Leif slowly faded, retreating into their respective Emblem Rings, the glow around them dimmed until only the soft hum of their energy remained. Alfonse turned to Kiran, a thoughtful expression on his face.

    "Kiran," Alfonse began, his voice carrying a hint of pride, "I wanted to let you know that everyone in the group has been pitching in to help with the relief efforts. The citizens of Firene — those who were displaced by the attack—they're getting the aid they need."

    "Kiran, you even made the extra effort to summon additional Heroes to aid with the relief effort," Fjorm pointed out. "Heroes like Barst and Echidna will have their skills put to good use in the reconstruction efforts."

    Kiran's lips curled into a gentle smile. "That's good to hear, Alfonse and Fjorm," he replied. "In any conflict, the true victims are often the innocent civilians caught in the crossfire. They're the ones who suffer the most, and we must do what we can to help them rebuild."

    Alear, standing beside them, glanced out over the remains of Florra Mill Town. The once bustling town now lay in ruins, its streets scarred by the battle that had raged through it. Her eyes softened with sorrow, and she nodded in agreement.

    "You're right, Kiran. It's heartbreaking to see how much they've lost," Alear spoke softly. "We must do everything in our power to help them recover."

    "Do not worry about that, Alear," Seiðr replied as she gripped her eponymous staff tightly. "If these conflicts have taught me as a goddess, it is that mortals are resilient."

    As the weight of the situation settled over them, Ivy suddenly remembered something important. Her eyes widened slightly as she turned to Alear and Kiran.

    "Oh, I almost forgot—Divine One, Kiran... Queen Eve of Firene has requested an audience with all of us at Firene Castle," Ivy informed Alear. "She wishes to speak with us about the battle and its aftermath."

    Kiran tilted his head thoughtfully before nodding. "If Alfred and Celine's mother wants to meet with us, we should oblige her," he remarked. "She'll want to know what happened here, and how we plan to move forward."

    Alear chuckled softly, the sound a brief respite from the heavy atmosphere. "We certainly have a lot to explain. The battle, the Emblem Rings, everything that's happened…" she sheepishly grinned as she scratched her head. "It's been a whirlwind, but she must understand the full picture."

    With their next steps clear, Alear, Kiran, Alfonse, Ivy, Fjorm, and Seiðr turned away from the battered remains of Florra Mill Town. The town, once a symbol of Firene's peace and prosperity, now stood as a testament to the cost of war. But even in its ruins, there was hope that could be nurtured and rebuilt, just as they would help Firene rise again.

    As they began their journey to Firene Castle, where Queen Eve awaited them, there was a shared resolve. The battle might be over, but their work was far from done. They would ensure that the sacrifices made were not in vain and that the future they fought for would be worth striving for.

    And there you go! This chapter marks the end of the most recent installment of Emblems and Heroes.

    I want to thank everyone who offered advice in brainstorming this story from the bottom of my heart.

    And here is a Stinger this time.

    In the dimly lit confines of the Curse Directive encampment, nestled between the treacherous borders of Nifl and Muspell, Ebony meticulously worked on her latest creation. The makeshift tent was filled with the clinking sounds of metal and the occasional hiss of steam as she carefully adjusted the knock-off Breidablik. Her hands moved with precision, guided by the detailed schematics of the second blueprint that lay sprawled out before her.

    As the table beneath her trembled from the vibrations of her work, Ebony couldn't help but chuckle softly to herself. "With this," she murmured, her voice tinged with a sinister satisfaction, "I'll finally be able to face Kiran Pathfinder and his so-called Heroes on equal footing. Just imagine their surprise when they see what I've crafted."

    But before she could revel in her thoughts any further, the flap of her tent was suddenly pushed aside. Two figures, familiar yet unwelcome, stepped into the dim space. Shade, her ever-exasperated subordinate, was the first to speak, his voice laced with irritation.

    "Shadow Director Ebony," Shade huffed, clearly out of breath, "I tried to stop her, but Angeyja insisted on barging in here again." His frustration was evident as he glanced sideways at his sister.

    However, Angeyja seemed entirely unbothered by her brother's complaints. In her hands, she clutched the Eistla staff, its dark aura pulsing faintly. Her eyes gleamed with a fervor that Ebony recognized all too well. "Lady Ebony," Angeyja began, her voice carrying a note of eagerness, "I want to travel to Elyos. I want to face Kiran and his Heroes in battle. With the power of Eistla staff, I know I can pose a challenge to them."

    Ebony paused her work, her fingers hovering just above the knock-off Breidablik. She looked up at the two siblings, her expression a mixture of annoyance and resignation. These interruptions were becoming all too common, and they always seemed to come at the most delicate moments.

    With a sigh, she placed her tools down, careful not to disturb the precarious balance of her creation. "Shade, Angeyja..." she began, her voice calm but carrying an edge, "You do realize that this work requires my full attention, don't you? I'm on the brink of creating something that could change the tide of this entire war. And yet, here you are, interrupting me."

    Shade shifted uncomfortably, clearly aware of the tension in the air. "I'm sorry, Shadow Director," he muttered, glancing at his sister with a mix of frustration and concern. "I tried to keep her away, but you know how she gets…"

    Angeyja, however, was undeterred. "Lady Ebony," she insisted, taking a step forward, "I understand the importance of what you're doing. But we can't just sit here and wait. We need to act, to take the fight to them before they get any stronger."

    Ebony's eyes narrowed as she considered Angeyja's words. There was truth in them, but the impatience was also a potential risk. She needed to maintain control, to ensure that her plans didn't unravel due to rash actions.

    As the air in the tent grew thick with anticipation, Shade and Angeyja waited for Ebony's response, their eyes locked on their leader. Ebony's movements were deliberate as she reached into her pocket, her fingers curling around a small object. Without a word, she approached Angeyja, her steps measured and calm. When she stopped in front of Angeyja, she held out her hand, revealing a glistening black jewel cradled in her palm.

    Angeyja's eyes widened in awe as she gazed at the jewel. Its surface shimmered with an otherworldly energy, a dark allure that drew her in. "Is this...?" Angeyja began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Does this mean I can fight in Elyos?"

    A slow, almost sinister chuckle escaped Ebony's lips as she nodded. "Yes, Angeyja," she replied, her tone laced with both approval and hidden intent. "I'm permitting you to travel to Elyos. You will go alone, but I won't leave you defenseless. You'll have a sizable Curse Directive regiment at your command. Use them wisely."

    Angeyja's face lit up with excitement, the jewel now clutched tightly in her hands. "Thank you, Lady Ebony! I won't let you down," she vowed, her voice brimming with determination. Without another word, she turned and hurried out of the tent, eager to begin her mission.

    As the tent flap settled back into place, Shade remained, his brow furrowed with concern. He turned to Ebony, his voice low and cautious. "Shadow Director, are you sure it's wise to send Angeyja alone for this task?" he asked Ebony. "Elyos is dangerous, and Kiran's Heroes are formidable."

    Ebony's gaze shifted to the knock-off Breidablik resting on the table. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of ambition and cold calculation. "It doesn't matter if Angeyja wins or loses," she replied, her voice steady and unfeeling. "Remember that the black jewel creates cursed bodies that we can use without risking our real bodies. It's a perfect way to gather more data on Kiran and his Breidablik."

    "As you wish, Shadow Director," Shade replied as he nodded at Ebony. "I will defer to your judgment."

    As he replied, Shade's unease was palpable, but he knew better than to question Ebony further. With a nod, he turned and exited the tent, leaving Ebony alone with her thoughts.

    As the silence returned, Ebony's focus shifted back to the half-finished knock-off Breidablik. She ran her fingers along its smooth surface, her mind already calculating the next steps.

    "Soon," Ebony muttered to herself, a dark promise in her voice. "There will come a time when I will use my own Breidablik against Kiran Pathfinder and his Heroes. And when that time comes, they will know the true power of the Curse Directive."

    Emblems And Heroes

    A Fire Emblem Heroes x Fire Emblem Engage Crossover

    Chapter 25: Battle Amid the Cold Voyage!

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    • Welcome to the latest chapter of Emblems and Heroes!

    The Fire Emblem franchise belongs to Intelligent Systems. I am writing this crossover only for the readers' fun, entertainment, and enjoyment.

    Now, let us begin this chapter.

    In the dimly lit underground chamber, the flickering torches cast long, wavering shadows across the rough stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of burning oil and the oppressive weight of dark magic. At the center of the chamber, Fell Dragon Sombron stood tall and imposing, his eyes glowing with an evil red light. His gaze was fixed on Zephia, who stood before him, with a respectful look in her eyes.

    Sombron's voice rumbled deep and filled the chamber with barely restrained fury. "Not only have we lost two Emblem Rings to the Divine One and that meddling Kiran Pathfinder," he snarled, his eyes narrowing at Zephia. "but one of our own Hounds has betrayed us."

    Zephia nodded lightly, her expression grave. "Yes, Lord Sombron," she responded, her voice steady but tinged with regret. "Mauvier... he has turned against us. But I assure you, I will see that the traitorous Hound is hunted down and brought to justice for his betrayal."

    Sombron's gaze remained unyielding, his voice a low growl. "You had better, Zephia. My patience with the remaining Hounds is wearing thin."

    Zephia's eyes flickered with unease, but she remained resolute. "I understand, my lord."

    A brief, dark chuckle escaped Sombron's lips, and his eyes softened, if only for a moment. "At least," he continued, his tone shifting to one of twisted satisfaction, "My loyal child, Veyle, has been brought back to me safe and sound. That is some small consolation."

    Zephia hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "Indeed, Lord Sombron," she explained. "However... I have noticed during the battle that the Divine One and Kiran Pathfinder have taken to referring to her as 'Evil Veyle.'"

    For a moment, there was silence. Then Zephia heard a slow, cruel chuckle as a smirk spread across Sombron's face. "Evil Veyle, you say? How amusing... and fitting," he paused as if savoring the words. "Yes... from now on, you and the rest of the Hounds shall address her as 'Evil Veyle.'"

    Zephia bowed her head once more, her voice firm. "It will be done, Lord Sombron."

    Sombron's hand extended toward Zephia, offering her an intricately crafted helmet, black as night and adorned with wickedly sharp horns. The helmet exuded an aura of malevolent power, its surface faintly pulsing with dark energy. Zephia hesitated momentarily before accepting it, her fingers brushing against the cold, enchanted metal. She looks up at Sombron, her curiosity piqued.

    "What is this, Lord Sombron?" Zephia asked, her voice laced with a mix of awe and apprehension.

    Sombron's gaze remained fixed on her, his expression unreadable. "This is an enchanted helmet," he explained, his tone carrying an air of sinister satisfaction. "It has been designed to unleash Evil Veyle's full potential. When the time comes, you are to ensure she wears it."

    Zephia's eyes widened slightly as she processed the weight of his words. She nods slowly, her resolve hardening. "I understand, my lord. I will see to it that Evil Veyle dons this helmet when the time is right."

    Sombron's stare turned icy, his voice lowering to a menacing growl. "You must see it done, Zephia. There is no room for failure."

    A shiver runs down Zephia's spine at the coldness in his tone, but she holds his gaze, unwavering. "It will be done, Lord Sombron. I swear it."

    Satisfied, Sombron turned to leave, his dark presence filling the chamber. Just as he was about to retreat into the shadows, Zephia spoke again, her voice hesitant but firm. "Lord Sombron, before you go... there is something I must tell you."

    Sombron paused, casting a glance over his shoulder. "Speak."

    Zephia took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing in thought. "I believe... that another one of your children still lives. I remember her... a child… a girl with fiery red hair and eyes."

    Sombron raised an eyebrow, a flicker of interest passing through his otherwise indifferent expression. "I had many children in the past," he replied, his voice dismissive. "So many that I cannot remember them all, aside from Evil Veyle, but you insist that this child still lives..."

    His eyes narrow, and his voice takes on a commanding tone. "So be it... Should you find this girl, Zephia," he bellowed. "Kill her and bring her corpse to me by any means necessary."

    Zephia inclines her head in acknowledgment, her mind already racing with possibilities. "As you command, Lord Sombron."

    Without another word, Sombron turned and disappeared into the darkness, retreating to his private chambers. As the heavy silence of the chamber settled around her, Zephia crossed her arms, her thoughts swirling with a mix of ambition and determination.

    "No matter what the Divine One and Kiran Pathfinder do," Zephia mused quietly, a small, satisfied smile curling her lips, "Lord Sombron is one step closer to fulfilling his goal."

    Emblems And Heroes

    A Fire Emblem Heroes x Fire Emblem Engage Crossover

    Chapter 25: Battle Amid the Cold Voyage!    ​

    In the grand halls of Askr Castle, Alfonse, Sharena, and Veronica sat on an ornate table with teacups and a boiling-hot kettle full of tea as Commander Anna arrived from one of the hallways. Alfonse, Sharena, and Veronica noticed that Commander Anna was carrying a 3-page report in her hands.

    "That's the final report on the Battle of Firene," Commander Anna said as she gave the papers to Alfonse, Sharena, and Veronica to sign.

    "It's a good thing that Kiran went the extra step to summon additional Heroes to aid with the rebuilding," Alfonse muttered as he signed the papers and stamped the Askr sigil on each one. "The ordinary people suffer through these conflicts the most."

    "I have to agree with you, Alfonse," Veronica said as she signed her name and stamped the Embla sigil on the papers. "A nation must look for the welfare of its people. It was you and Sharena that reminded me of that."

    "I still remember that like it was yesterday!" Sharena chirped as she signed the reports. "I'm sure the Firene townsfolk will take care of rebuilding since Kiran's Heroes have started it!"

    Then, the Askr Castle door creaked open as one of the Embla soldiers who was escorting Veronica approached her and whispered to her. Alfonse couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in Veronica's expressions as her eyes widened slightly as she heard what the Emblan soldier had said.

    "Veronica?" Alfonse asked her. "Did something happen?"

    "Unfortunately, yes," Veronica answered as she let out a small sigh. "One of my soldiers reported a young girl riding a black pegasus that illegally entered one of the functioning Outrealm Gates in the remote parts of the Emblian Empire."

    "Oh my," Sharena gasped as she set the battle reports aside. "Did the soldier see what the girl looked like?"

    "Hmm," Veronica pondered as she saw the Emblan soldier who delivered the report go back outside Askr Castle. "According to that soldier, this girl has black hair with orange streaks, and she looks no older than 17."

    "Is that so?" Commander Anna noted as she sat on a table. "Any other details that the soldier noticed on our mystery girl?"

    "There is one more detail," Veronica divulged as she looked pensively at Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna. "That girl wore a black uniform with orange highlights... and a Curse Directive sigil is in her uniform."

    "So," Alfonse said as he heard what Veronica had said. "The Curse Directive has made their move."

    "So they did," Veronica replied wearily. "Kiran Pathfinder best be careful out there. I remember that he's on a ship with Alear, Princess Fjorm, and the rest of his allies."

    "Oh!" Sharena stood up and exclaimed. "I'll brew some tea for us to calm ourselves down!"

    "That's a good idea, Sharena," Alfonse acknowledged as he nodded at her. "Kiran has already encountered and prevailed against multiple Curse Directive assaults at this point."

    "And he has Alear, Princess Fjorm, and Seiðr along with countless Heroes that he can summon whenever he needs our aid," Commander Anna concurred as she also sat down on the table. "Including us!"

    "My summoning contract with him remains strong," Veronica clarified as her Enclosing Dark tome floated beside her. "If anyone can prevail against the renegade Curse Directive while on Elyos, it's Kiran Pathfinder, without a doubt..."

    As Sharena stood up and began pouring tea from the kettle into the teacups, the group realized the Curse Directive had made their move once again. Yet, all four of them put their faith in their Summoner, Kiran Pathfinder, to confront the enemy sent by the Curse Directive and prevail.

    At the same time, Kiran Pathfinder stood on the starboard side of the Firene ship, his eyes fixed on the rhythmic rise and fall of the ocean's tides. The salty breeze tousled his brown hair as he muttered, "It's been a few days since the Battle of Firene..."

    His voice trailed off, and he scratched his head, lost in thought. The memory of Queen Eve congratulating him and his Heroes for defending Firene and aiding in Florra Mill Town's reconstruction flickered in his mind, a brief respite amidst the turmoil.

    "Let's see… Alfonse, Sharena, Commander Anna, and Veronica returned to Midgard while Peony, Mirabilis, Triandra, and Plumeria returned to Alfheimr," Kiran muttered as he stared at the Breidablik. "A few days ago, I summoned many Heroes to help rebuild Florra Mill Town. I hope the townsfolk will manage on their own with the Heroes starting the reconstruction for them…"

    'I am sure they will, Kiran,' Baldraz spoke through the Breidablik. 'The rebuilding will take a while to complete, even if you had summoned additional Heroes to start and accelerate the process...'

    As Kiran stared out at the endless expanse of the sea, one of the waves crashed on the starboard with enough force to splash Kiran with seawater and stagger him a few feet back.

    "Aha-ha..." Kiran chuckled in exasperation. "It's been a long time since I was on a ship. I forgot that waves can reach that high on open waters."

    As Kiran squeezed his soaked cloak with his gloved hands, he heard the soft thud of approaching footsteps behind him. He turned around to see Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr approaching him.

    "Huh?" Kiran muttered, surprised at their presence. "Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr?"

    Fjorm was the first to speak, her voice gentle but with a hint of concern. "Kiran, we've been looking for you," she said, her eyes searching his face. "And you're... soaked with seawater."

    "Well, Fjorm," Kiran sheepishly replied as he scratched his head. "It's been a long time since I'm on a ship. I leaned at the edge of the starboard, and I got splashed with seawater, as you all can see here."

    "I'm glad you're okay... Although I find you soaked in seawater amusing to look at," Alear chuckled as she smiled at Kiran. "It makes me want to relax on a beach on Solm's coast, clad in a swimsuit."

    "Be careful what you wish for, Alear," Kiran smugly bantered as he holstered the Breidablik. "For all we know, there could be a version of you out there that's exactly like you described."

    "I'll look forward to it," Alear smiled as she replied to Kiran. "Given that you're able to summon a male version of myself, I look forward to meeting another version of myself, even if she's wearing a swimsuit."

    "I'd imagine the same," Fjorm concurred as her cheeks were tinged in red. "When you summoned a version of me wearing a bridal gown, I have gotten into a very... awkward talk with the bridal version of myself."

    "Ha, I still remember that moment," Kiran replied as he scratched his head. "Bridal Fjorm seemed adamant to talk with you and you alone."

    Seiðr, ever perceptive, added with a touch of curiosity as her cheeks were also tinged in red. "As much as I want to meet another version of myself in swimwear or bridal attire, it is unusual for you to wander around the ship so early in the morning," she pointed out as her cheeks returned to their normal coloration. "Kiran, is something on your mind?"

    "Aside from being slightly soaked in seawater," Kiran replied as he continued squeezing the seawater from his coat. "I've been a bit restless since the Battle of Firene."

    Alear stepped forward, her gaze steady as she looked at Kiran. "Have you been restless since the aftermath?" she asked. "I understand you've had a lot to deal with lately."

    Kiran sighed, glancing down at the ship's wooden floor. "Yeah, I sure did," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of the past few days. "A lot has happened... It's been a whirlwind."

    Kiran paused, his thoughts drifting before looking up at Alear with a faint smile. "By the way, Alear," he furrowed. "I forgot to ask: Who procured this ship for us?"

    Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr exchanged awkward glances, their smiles uncertain as they realized none of them had a clear answer to Kiran's question. The silence hung in the air for a moment, the gentle rocking of the ship the only sound between them.

    Then, additional footsteps echoed across the deck, drawing the group's attention. Kiran turned to see Alfred, Firene's Crown Prince, approaching with Male Alear, Celine, Diamant, Alcryst, Ivy, and Hortensia at his side. The trio moved with a purposeful stride, their presence adding an air of regality to the ship's atmosphere.

    Alfred was the first to speak, his voice carrying the warmth of familiarity. "Kiran, it was me and Celine who procured this ship for you," he said with a smile that hinted at his usual cheerfulness.

    Kiran nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. "Thank you, Alfred and Celine," he replied earnestly. "We're all grateful that you found such a fine ship for our army."

    Alfred scratched the back of his head, a sheepish grin crossing his face. "Well, I can't take all the credit," he admitted. "It was Mother's idea."

    "Believe us, Mother insisted on this one," Celine commented as she gripped her Joyous Tome tightly. "She wanted to ensure that the best ship in our fleet was used to escort the Divine One and the Summoner."

    Alear nodded in agreement, her expression softening as she looked at Alfred. "I'm glad Firene wasn't attacked while we were away in Brodia," she said to Alfred and Celine. "Your mother has been a pillar of strength."

    Alfred's smile faded slightly, replaced by a more serious expression. "After that meeting a few days ago," he said, his voice lowering as he recalled the conversation. "Celine and I told Mother about what the enemy has been up to."

    Alear's eyes narrowed with concern. "What did Queen Eve say?" she asked, her tone gentle but probing.

    Alfred let out a sigh, glancing briefly at Celine before answering. "Mother was shocked... especially at what happened to King Morion and King Hyacinth," "She couldn't believe how quickly things escalated."

    Kiran observed the exchange quietly, his gaze thoughtful. Alfred then turned to him, a look of admiration in his eyes. "But Kiran, thanks to you summoning more Heroes, Florra's reconstruction is well underway," Alfred continued, his voice filled with pride. "I'm proud that you summoned my sister Celine and me as Heroes. We've been able to help our people in ways we never imagined."

    A smile tugged at the corners of Kiran's lips. "I appreciate the thanks, Alfred," he responded, his tone sincere. "But remember, it's been a group effort. Everyone's contributions helped save the Kingdom of Firene."

    The group shared a moment of quiet understanding, the weight of their shared experiences hanging in the air. Despite their challenges, there was a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect among them.

    Diamant, Brodia's Crown Prince, crossed his arms, his brow furrowed in thought before he spoke. "Divine Ones, Kiran... What are your plans?" he inquired. "Does it involve storming Elusia Castle?"

    Alear met his gaze with a calm resolve. "A nation is empty without its people," she replied, her voice steady. "That's why I want to learn more about the Elusian people before we make any decisions."

    "I agree with my female self," Male Alear added as he clenched his right hand. "We can't just go to the enemy territory blindly. Sombron can easily use that to trap us."

    Ivy, Elusia's Crown Princess, nodded in agreement, her expression serious. "Attacking head-on may not be the wisest course of action," she said to Diamant. "It could lead to unintended consequences—ones we might not be able to control."

    "Yeah, that's right," Hortensia exclaimed as she agreed with her sister. "For all we know, Sombron is likely holding most of Elusia hostage!"

    "If t-that's the case," Alcryst stammered as he fidgeted and looked around. "D-do we have other options to consider?"

    Kiran, who had been listening intently, spoke up, his tone thoughtful. "In conflicts like these, there will always be a cascade of consequences that follow each choice we make," he said, glancing at each of them in turn. "The best thing we can do is be ready to improvise because no plan survives intact when put to the wringer."

    As Alear and the others considered Kiran's words, the sound of more footsteps reached their ears. They turned to see Timerra, Solm's Crown Princess, approaching with her brother, Fogado, then with Veyle and her retainer, Mauvier, close behind. There was an urgency in their movements that immediately put the group on alert.

    Mauvier, his face grim, was the first to speak. "Divine Ones, Summoner... Two Elusian ships are approaching ours," he informed them, his voice low and tense. "Their intent is clear — they mean to board our ship."

    Veyle, her expression troubled, added, "I saw a sizable regiment of Elusian soldiers aboard those ships," she added. "They're preparing for a full assault."

    Timerra, her usual exuberance tempered by the gravity of the situation, stepped forward. "Then, what are we standing around for?" she said, determination blazing in her eyes. "We take the fight to them!"

    "I concur," Fogado spoke as he readied his Killer Bow. "These enemies came to the party. Why not we 'extend' the invitation to them?"

    Kiran nodded, already considering their options. "In that case," he remarked, his tone sharp and focused. "This will be mostly a ship and aerial battle."

    "I see," Fjorm replied as she grasped Leiptr tightly. "I may not be familiar with fighting on a ship, but I'll do what I can."

    "I can say the same, Princess Fjorm," Seiðr concurred as she readied her eponymous staff. "This will also be my first naval battle."

    Alear agreed, her hand instinctively moving to the hilt of her sword. "Prepare for battle, everyone," she commanded, her voice carrying the weight of leadership. "We'll need to be ready for whatever they throw at us."

    The group dispersed, moving with purpose as they readied themselves for the impending conflict. The ship's deck buzzed with activity, the crew and Heroes alike steeling themselves for the fight to come. The calm of the early morning was gone, replaced by the tension of imminent battle as the Elusian ships drew ever closer.

    High above the roaring seas, a dark portal tore through the sky, its swirling energy crackling ominously. From its depths emerged Angeyja, her form astride a black pegasus, the creature's wings beating against the air with a shadowy grace. Black miasma leaked from Angeyja's cursed body, trailing behind her like an eerie fog as she clutched her Eistla staff tightly. Her eyes gleamed with a sinister light as she took in her new form, her voice a murmur against the howling wind.

    "So, this is the first time in this cursed body," Angeyja mused, her fingers brushing against her staff, which pulsed with dark magic. "The result of activating that black jewel Ebony gave me... And I can feel it—the sheer power coursing through me. Even my Eistla staff has been replicated perfectly."

    Her lips curled into a dark smile as she guided her pegasus through the skies, surveying the endless stretch of the sea beneath her—the cursed power within her thrummed, alive with an insidious energy that made her feel invincible.

    Reining her black pegasus, Angeyja's gaze swept across the horizon, searching. "According to what Ebony told me, Kiran Pathfinder and his forces should be aboard a Firene ship somewhere in these waters," she muttered to herself, her eyes narrowing in concentration.

    Then, she spotted them. In the distance, two Elusian ships were closing in on a Firene vessel, the unmistakable target of their approach. A slow, wicked grin spread across Angeyja's face as she recognized the ship.

    "There you are," Angeyja whispered, her voice conveying satisfaction. "That ship has Kiran and his forces. How convenient."

    A soft chuckle escaped her lips, her expression full of dark amusement. "I think I'll let the two Elusian ships have their way with them for a while. Let them think they've gained the upper hand." She leaned forward on her pegasus, watching intently as the Elusian soldiers prepared to board the Firene ship.

    "For now, I'll observe the fun from up here. And when the moment is right..." Angeyja said, her smile widening. "I'll swoop in along with my Curse Directive forces and finish them off myself."

    With her dark magic swirling around her, Angeyja watched the events unfold below, cloaked by the stormy skies, content to bide her time until the perfect moment to strike.
     
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    • On the deck of one of the Elusian ships, an elderly man stood silently, his white robes fluttering in the sea breeze as he observed the surrounding soldiers. The soldiers were preparing to board the Firene ship, their movements efficient and practiced as they laid down planks to bridge the gap between the vessels. The old man's name was Lindon, an Elusian scholar and the retainer of King Hyacinth's older brother, but now he felt like a ghost fighting for a cause he no longer believed in.

    Lindon's tired eyes scanned the chaos, his heart heavy with a sorrow that had been building ever since the fall of King Hyacinth. He muttered under his breath, barely audible over the clamor of the soldiers.

    "Elusia... what has become of this nation?" Lindon whispered, his voice tinged with regret. "Ever since King Hyacinth's passing, our homeland has become something unrecognizable, twisted into a tool for the Fell Dragon's will."

    He watched as the Elusian soldiers moved with a determination that troubled him. They weren't fighting for their people, for their homes, or even for their country. No, they were fighting for a dark cause that had nothing to do with the Elusia he once knew and loved.

    "These soldiers don't serve Elusia anymore," Lindon sighed, "They serve the Fell Dragon and his accursed Hounds." His gaze dropped to the weathered wood of the ship beneath his feet, the creaking timbers groaning like the burden on his conscience. "Is this... really what I want to do? Is this what I've become?"

    The sounds of battle preparations continued around him, but Lindon's thoughts were elsewhere. He squinted, peering across the narrow stretch of the ocean at the Firene ship they were about to board. Through the mist and the morning light, he saw figures on the other boat that made his heart skip a beat.

    "That... that can't be..." Lindon murmured, his eyes widening. He recognized them immediately: Alear, the Divine One, her presence radiating hope; Kiran Pathfinder, the Summoner whose reputation had spread far and wide in Elyos; and Ivy and Hortensia, the princesses of Elusia who sought asylum with the Divine One.

    "What are they doing here?" Lindon wondered aloud, his voice trembling with fear and hope. "The Divine One, the Summoner... Ivy and Hortensia..."

    For a moment, the old man's heart was conflicted. These were the very people he had been told were his enemies, yet seeing them now, standing together on that ship stirred something deep within him.

    "If anyone could save me from this nightmare," Lindon whispered, almost to himself. "It would be them. Hmm... Perhaps they could rescue me from this path I've strayed onto."

    His gaze remained fixed on the Firene ship, a flicker of hope igniting within his weary soul as the distance between the two ships grew smaller with each passing second.

    On the port side of the Firene ship, Male Alear, Veyle, Mauvier, Diamant, Alcryst, Amber, Jade, Citrinne, and Lapis readied themselves as the Elusian soldiers on the opposing ship finished placing planks as makeshift bridges to board the Firene ship.

    "Get ready everyone," Male Alear said as he readied his Libération sword. "Here they come!"

    As soon as Male Alear said those words, a sizable regiment of Elusian soldiers began to cross the plank bridge and into the port side of the Firene ship.

    Then, the lone flame cannon on the Firene ship whirled around as it blasted a large fireball on the Elusian ship on the port side, knocking some of the Elusian soldiers overboard and setting that part of the ship on fire.

    "Wait," Veyle asked as she saw the smoke coming out of the flame cannon's nozzle. "Isn't that the flame cannon?"

    "Yeah, Veyle," Male Alear answered. "According to Alfred, the flame cannon will ignite parts of the enemy ship ablaze and slow down the enemy."

    "It may be so," Mauvier attested as he readied his horse. "There are still enemies who are going to board this ship. Let us take them on."

    After the flame cannon did its part, the Elusian soldiers who survived the attack crossed the plank bridge and onto the Firene ship's port side. Male Alear, Veyle, Mauvier, Fjorm, and Seiðr clashed against the enemy soldiers in an attempt to thwart the enemy's attempt to board their ship.

    "I will stop you!" Male Alear declared as he slashed an Elusian soldier wielding a Steel Axe and kicked them overboard.

    "I'll prove my worth!" Diamant declared as his Fair-Fight Blade ignited as he slashed an Elusian soldier wielding a Steel Sword.

    "Your story ends here," Jade declared as she swung her Steel Greataxe.

    "Hope this looks cool!" Amber said as he took down an Elusian soldier with his Steel Lance.

    "I hope this is enough!" Alcryst stammered as he fired an arrow from his Arcane Darkbow at one of the Pegasus Knights, taking them down.

    "Allow me to dazzle you!" Citrinne declared as she conjured a wind blast from her Tome of Luxuries.

    "Eat this!" Lapis declared as she slashed an Elusian soldier with her Defier's Sword+.

    "I won't lose," Veyle said as she blasted an Elusian mage with her Obscurité.

    "The decisive blow!" Mauvier bellowed as he skewered an Elusian Pegasus Knight with this Penitent Lance.

    As they took down the first wave of Elusian soldiers, Male Alear, Veyle, and Mauvier readied themselves as the second wave of enemies. The majority were mages and archers, who boarded the Firene ship. Then, the trio heard footsteps and saw Fjorm and Seiðr running towards them with their weapons ready.

    "Princess Fjorm?" Veyle called out. "And Seiðr?"

    "Um..." Alcryst asked hesitantly. "W-what brings the two of you here?"

    "Well, Seiðr and I couldn't just stand there," Fjorm explained as she gripped her Leiptr tightly. "Kiran ordered us to help take down the enemies on the port side."

    "Without a doubt," Seiðr attested as she readied her eponymous staff as she steadied her goat mount. "The next wave of enemies is mostly mages and archers. Let us assist you five in fending them off."

    "Any help is appreciated," Male Alear said as he nodded at Fjorm and Seiðr.

    "Then, let's make haste," Diamant said as he wielded his Fair-Fight Blade. "Here they come!"

    As Male Alear, Diamant, Alcryst, Veyle, and Mauvier took on the melee foes, Fjorm and Seiðr readied themselves against the Elusian mages and archers.

    One of the Elusian archers aimed their bow at Fjorm and fired an arrow. Then, Fjorm's Ice Barrier II activated, nullifying the Elusian Mage's attack. Fjorm's grip on her Leiptr tightened as her Ice Barrier II shattered.

    "You won't get past me!" Fjorm declared as she performed a retaliatory strike against the Elusian Archer.

    At the same time, an Elusian Mage Cavalier set their sights on Seiðr. Having anticipated this, Seiðr's body began to glow teal and gold as her Future-Focused ability activated, briefly distorting the Elusian Mage Cavalry's perception of time and space. With the enemy mage cavalier distorted, Seiðr wasted no time as her eponymous staff began to glow gold.

    "I must keep going!" Seiðr stated as she blasted the Elusian Mage Cavalry overboard.

    As more enemies began to board the Firene ship, Male Alear, Diamant, Alcryst, Veyle, Mauvier, Fjorm, and Seiðr fought together to fend off the incoming incursion. Each one of them fought to the best of their abilities, determined to thwart the enemies from boarding the Firene ship.

    Meanwhile, in another part of the Firene ship, a male Thief climbed into the stern, and several Pegasus Knights and Wyvern Riders flew close by. As the male Thief dismounted from the Pegasus Knight, he surveyed the surroundings as the fighting continued.

    "Hehehe... They're nice and distracted," The male Thief declared as he eyed the Firene ship if there was anything valuable to steal. "Don't mind me, chumps! I'm here for the treasure!"

    No sooner as the Male Thief said those words, both he and a nearby Pegasus Knight heard the familiar clops of a galloping horse. The male Thief's eyes widened in shock as he saw Crown Prince Alfred of Firene charging at the Pegasus Knight.

    "Scatter like petals!" Alfred declared as he skewered the Elusian Pegasus Knight with his Arcane Qiang and threw them overboard.

    As Alfred took down the Pegasus Knight, two Wyvern Riders swoop in to assault him, but Alfred's retainers, Boucheron and Etie, intervened and intercepted the Wyvern Rider's assaults.

    "This is going to hurt!" Boucheron said as he swung his Steel Greataxe at the Steel Lance-wielding Wyvern Knight, knocking them down into the treacherous ocean below.

    "Heavy Draw!" Etie declared as she fired an arrow from her Protection Bow+ at the Steel Sword-wielding Wyvern Rider.

    The male Thief gritted his teeth in disbelief as his allies were swiftly taken down, leaving him with a few options left. The male Thief turned his attention to the remaining two Pegasus Knights still with him.

    "What are you fellas waiting for?!" The male Thief bellowed. "Back me up here!"

    The remaining two Pegasus Knights nodded and charged at Alfred, Boucheron, and Etie. Yet, their assault was intercepted by two more retainers, Louis and Celine.

    "Observe your ruin!" Louis exclaimed as he skewered a Pegasus Knight with his Steel Lance.

    "I'm ready to dig in!" Chloe declared as she struck a Lance-wielding Pegasus Knight with her Dreaming Spear.

    As his flying allies fell into the roaring ocean, the male Thief saw not only Crown Prince Alfred was present, but also Princess Celine, who was glaring intensely at him, her Joyous Tome glowing green with her magic.

    "Prince Alfred and... Princess Celine?!" The male Thief panicked as he saw the Firene princess. "I didn't expect you two to be here-"

    "You need pruning!" Celine interjected as she fired a green orb from her Joyous Tome at the Elusian Thief, knocking him overboard and into the roaring sea.

    As Celine brandished her Joyous Tome, she and Alfred turned around to see Timerra, Fogado, and their retainers approaching them.

    "Timerra and Fogado!" Alfred said to them. "Did you take down the enemies at your end?"

    "Yeah, we took care of some of those fellas since they were in the way," Timerra said as she twirled her Killer Lance. "I didn't even need my Emblem Ring 'cause these are small fry!"

    "As Princess Timerra had said," Bunet declared. "We dished out an appropriate amount of force at the enemies on our end."

    Meanwhile, Fogado trotted his horse towards Celine, impressed at her ruthless disposal of the Elusian Thief earlier.

    "Whoa, Princess Celine!" Fogado smirked. "You're looking feisty when you took down that Thief."

    "That Thief was about to steal from this ship," Celine huffed as she replied at Fogado. "I won't allow that!"

    Before Fogado could reply, more Elusian Pegasus Knights, Wyvern Riders, and even some Dark Fliers flew to the stern, alerting the group.

    "Boss!" Panette said to Timerra. "More fliers are approaching the stern!"

    "Looks like we can save the chat for later," Timerra huffed as she readied her Killer Lance. "Let's show them how it's done!"

    Then, Emblem Ike manifested from Timerra's Ring of the Radiant Hero, his imposing presence being a motivator to everyone in the group.

    "Stay sharp," Emblem Ike huffed. "I'll guide you all through this, but I have a bad feeling..."

    "Well, if you say so," Timerra shrugged as she twirled her Killer Lance. "We'll just clash with that head-on!"

    "Come on, let's take them on!" Pandreo howled. "AWOOO!"

    "I couldn't agree more, my princess," Merrin told Timerra. "We must make haste."

    And so, Alfred, Celine, Timerra, Fogado, and their retainers started fighting the enemy fliers as they swooped down and attacked the stern of the Firene ship. Weapons clashed, spells were cast, and arrows were fired, as the group took down as many enemies as possible.

    On the starboard deck of the Firene ship, Alear, Kiran, Ivy, and Hortensia prepared for the imminent clash as Elusian soldiers began to board their vessel via the planks connecting the two ships. The sound of battle was already erupting around them, with their comrades engaged in fierce combat against the intruders.

    Alear's eyes swept across the chaos, taking note of their allies fighting valiantly. She then turned her attention to Ivy, who was perched on her wyvern, scanning the Elusian ships with a keen gaze.

    "Ivy, you're looking at one of the ships" Alear called out, her voice rising above the din. "Have you spotted anything unusual on one of the Elusian ships?"

    Ivy, her sharp eyes narrowing, focused on a figure standing amidst the confusion on one of the ships. "There's an elderly man in white robes," she replied, her tone thoughtful. "He seems... familiar."

    Hortensia, who was mounted on her pegasus and also observing the scene, turned her gaze toward the same ship. "I see him too," she said, her voice laced with recognition. "That's Lindon. He's an Elusian scholar and was a retainer of King Hyacinth's older brother."

    She frowned, her concern evident. "What is Lindon doing on that ship? It's strange for him to be involved in this conflict."

    Kiran, his Breidablik at the ready, joined the conversation with a determined expression. "If Lindon is here, it might be worth trying to recruit him," he suggested. "By the looks of it, Lindon is far from happy in that ship, as if he's being forced to fight."

    Then, Kiran looked at Alear, Ivy, and Hortensia, his gaze steady and unwavering. "Are you all willing to fight our way toward Lindon?" he asked. "We might be able to persuade him to join our cause."

    Alear's face brightened with a smile, her confidence shining through. "That's not a bad idea at all," she agreed. "If there's a chance to turn the tide by recruiting Lindon, we should take it."

    "I'll go wherever the Divine One and the Summoner lead," Ivy added as she wryly smiled at Alear and Kiran. "If we're heading to find Lindon, then that's where I'll be."

    Hortensia, her grip tightening on her Arcane Charmer staff, nodded with resolve. "We need to reach Lindon immediately," she said firmly. "There's no time to waste."

    The four of them moved with purpose, readying themselves for the fight ahead. As they advanced toward the Elusian ships, the clamor of battle surged around them, their focus unwavering as they pressed on to reach Lindon and possibly sway him to their side.

    As Alear, Kiran, Ivy, and Hortensia prepared to launch their plan, they were approached by Ivy's retainers, Zelkov and Kagetsu, along with Hortensia's retainers, Goldmary and Rosado. The group moved with urgency, their weapons at the ready, determined expressions on their faces.

    Kagetsu, his hand resting confidently on the hilt of his Reversal Blade+, spoke up first. "Princess Ivy," he began. "We overheard your plan to storm one of the Elusian ships and reach the man in white robes—Lindon, you called him? We wish to help."

    Zelkov, always stoic, gruffed in agreement as he readied his Silver Daggers. "The Elusian soldiers on *our* end have been routed," he reported, his voice low and steady. "I am more than *willing* to lend my skills to ensure we reach this Lindon."

    Goldmary, ever poised, turned to Hortensia, her expression unwavering. "Princess Hortensia," she said with a slight smile as she wielded her Steel Sword. "Just say the word, and I'll cut down as many enemies as it takes to complete our objective."

    Rosado, full of energy, readied his Axe of Adoration while perched on his wyvern, his enthusiasm apparent. "We're here to support you, Hortensia," he declared, his voice brimming with determination. "Alongside Kiran, we'll reach Lindon adorably, of course."

    Ivy smiled softly, appreciating the loyalty and readiness of her retainers. "Thank you, Zelkov, Kagetsu," she said calmly, nodding to each of them. "Your support is most welcome."

    Hortensia, equally grateful, looked at Goldmary and Rosado with a determined glint in her eye. "Goldmary, Rosado... Thank you for providing support," she agreed. "We'll need all the help we can get to reach Lindon. I'm counting on you both."

    Kiran, ever focused on the task at hand, tightened his grip on Breidablik. "We mustn't waste any more time," he urged, his voice firm. "Lindon could be the key to turning this battle in our favor. Let's move out."

    "I agree," Alear nodded at Kiran as she readied her Libération sword. "Then, let's make that happen."

    With their group now bolstered by the addition of Ivy and Hortensia's retainers, they readied themselves for what they were about to do, each of them driven by the shared goal of bringing the elderly scholar to their side.

    High above the roaring seas, Angeyja, the Shadow Healer of the Curse Directive, observed the chaotic battle while riding on her black pegasus. As she continued her surveillance, she noticed that Kiran's allies were slowly, but surely fending off the Elusian soldiers who were boarding the Firene ship.

    "Ha, seems Ebony's right," Angeyja mused as the grip of her Eistla Staff tightened. "Kiran and his allies are more formidable than I thought… No wonder these Elusians are dying by droves…"

    Then, Angeyja looked at the starboard of the Firene ship and saw her primary target, Kiran Pathfinder along with Alear, the two Elusian princesses and their retainers. From what Angeyja could discern, they were about to board the Elusian ship that was closest to the starboard.

    "Hmm," Angeyja muttered as she saw Kiran and his group moving towards one of the Elusian ships. "Just what is Kiran up to..."

    On the Elusian ship, Lindon watched as the last of the Elusian soldiers charged at Alear, Kiran, Ivy, Hortensia, Kagetsu, Zelkov, Goldmary, and Rosado. The group moved with swift precision, their combined strength overwhelming the Elusian soldiers in moments. Lindon stood in astonishment, his aged eyes widening as the formidable warriors dispatched the attackers with practiced ease.

    "I am the Divine Dragon!" Alear exclaimed as she slashed an Axe-wielding Elusian soldier with her Libération.

    "Behold, an opening!" Kiran declared as he blasted an Elusian mage with the Breidablik.

    "Loathsome," Ivy scoffed as she conjured ice projectiles with her Icebound Tome at an Elusian Dark Flier.

    "This is *busy* work," Zelkov huffed as he dispatched an Elusian Thief with his Silver Daggers.

    "Rest in pieces!" Kagetsu yelled as he slashed the Axe-wielding Elusian soldier with his Reversal Blade+.

    "I want my life back!" Hortensia declared as she took down an Elusian mage with her Arcane Charmer.

    "You can die now!" Goldmary huffed as she slashed an Axe-wielding Elusian soldier with her Steel Blade.

    "I almost broke a sweat!" Rosado grinned as he swung his Axe of Adoration on an Elusian Wyvern Rider, sending the enemy tumbling into the ocean below.

    As most of the Elusian soldiers were taken out, Lindon's gaze turned to Princess Ivy, who was approaching him on her wyvern. The regal figure of Crown Princess of Elusia, framed by the wings of her wyvern, filled Lindon with a mix of emotions—recognition, nostalgia, and a hint of hope.

    "Princess Ivy, Princess Hortensia…" Lindon muttered to himself, his voice barely audible as he watched her approach. "Could both of them need something from an old man like me?"

    Ivy flew before him, her wyvern's wings folding as she let her wyvern land on the ship floor. Her eyes met Lindon's, a look of recognition crossing her face. "Lindon… Is that you?" she asked, her voice calm yet tinged with curiosity. "You were the retainer of King Hyacinth's older brother, weren't you? I remember hearing that your lord left Elusia Castle some time ago."

    A small smile spread across Lindon's face, a flicker of pride in his eyes. "You remember correctly, Princess Ivy," he replied, his voice warm with appreciation. "Unlike my liege, I chose to remain and serve Elusia for as long as I could."

    Hortensia, observing her pegasus from atop, reined in her mount and spoke up. "Lindon, there's more to your story, isn't there?" she asked, her voice soft but probing. "You wouldn't be here, on this ship, if there wasn't."

    Lindon turned to Hortensia, his expression shifting to one of deep respect. "Princess Hortensia," he said, bowing his head slightly. "It's an honor to see you again. And yes… there is more to my story. Much more, if you all are willing to listen."

    As the battle raged on around them, Lindon closed his eyes for a moment, his thoughts drifting back to the events that had shaped his life. Memories of his service, his loyalty to Elusia, and the turmoil that had befallen his nation swirled in his mind. When he opened his eyes again, there was a resolve in his voice that hadn't been there before.

    As Alear and Kiran's group gathered around, Lindon began to speak, his voice carrying the weight of years spent in service and reflection. "Elusia hasn't been the same since King Hyacinth's passing," he began, his tone somber. "Princess Ivy, Princess Hortensia... You both know of this too well."

    Hortensia, sensing the gravity in Lindon's voice, leaned forward slightly, her brows knitting together in curiosity. "Yeah," she answered. "We know that first-hand, Lindon."

    Lindon glanced briefly at Alear and Kiran, his expression softening as he addressed Ivy and Hortensia. "You both are Princesses of Elusia," he said, his tone taking on a gentle yet firm quality. "You carry the future of our nation with you. That's why… that's why I wish to join your side, along with the Divine One and the Summoner, if you'll have me."

    Ivy and Hortensia exchanged a glance before turning their eyes toward Alear, seeking her guidance. Alear's expression was one of calm assurance as she nodded. "Lindon, you're welcome to join us," she said, her voice steady and warm. There was a sincerity in her words that reassured the old man.

    Kiran, standing beside Alear, offered a nod of his own. "Both Alear and I will welcome you into our group with open arms," he added, his voice carrying the same warmth and resolve. "We need allies like you, who understand what's at stake."

    A smile of relief and determination spread across Lindon's face. With a steady hand, he readied his Thoron tome, the familiar weight of it in his grip bringing him a sense of purpose. "Thank you, Divine One, Summoner… Princesses Ivy and Hortensia," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I will do my best to prove worthy of your trust in me."

    Ivy stepped forward, her gaze steady as she looked at Lindon. "By joining forces with the Divine One and the Summoner," she began, her tone serious, "You will have to fight your fellow Elusians. Are you prepared for that?"

    Lindon met Ivy's gaze, his expression firm yet understanding. "I may not be as feisty as I once was," he replied with a hint of wry humor in his voice, "but with my magic, I can still open these soldiers' eyes to the truth. I've served Elusia all my life, and now, I'll fight for what's left of it—what's right."

    Hortensia's expression softened as she nodded, her voice carrying a note of resolve. "Then let's fight together, Lindon," she smiled. "For Elusia's future."

    'Be on your guard!' Baldraz suddenly announced telepathically to Kiran, Alear, Ivy, and Hortensia. 'A regiment of Curse Directive forces is about to appear!'

    Just as Lindon found his place within Alear and Kiran's group, the sky above darkened ominously, sending a ripple of unease through the assembled warriors. The air grew thick with tension as shadowy figures comprising of infantry, cavalry, armored knights, and flyers, began to materialize around them, their forms twisted and unnatural while bearing a familiar sigil in their armor, much to Kiran's displeasure.

    The spawned soldiers wasted no time surrounding Alear and Kiran's group while slaughtering the remaining Elusian soldiers on the ship. As the new enemies disposed of the Elusian soldiers, Lindon's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the strange soldiers encircling them.

    "Such cruelty..." Lindon asked, his voice laced with both curiosity, concern, and disdain. He turned to Ivy and Hortensia, hoping for answers. "Princess Ivy, Princess Hortensia... What are these enemies? I don't recognize them."

    Ivy quickly went back to her wyvern and rode it, her eyes locking with Kiran's before she turned to Lindon. "These enemies are the Curse Directive," she began, her tone urgent. "They're Kiran Pathfinder's enemies from his home world, Zenith."

    Lindon's eyes flickered with recognition as he absorbed this information. "So, the rumors circulating in Elusia were true," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "Kiran the Summoner is indeed from another world."

    Hortensia, her grip tightening on her Arcane Charmer staff, scanned the darkened skies warily. "But what are the Curse Directive forces doing here?" she asked, her voice tense with concern.

    Alear, her eyes sharp and focused, turned to Kiran. "Kiran?" she asked in a calm tone, yet charged with anticipation. "What do you think?"

    Kiran readied his Breidablik, his expression resolute. "If the Curse Directive forces are suddenly appearing here," he replied, his voice steady, though his eyes continuously searched the sky. "It means their commander is nearby."

    As if on cue, the sound of powerful wings cutting through the air reached their ears. A shadow descended swiftly, landing with a heavy thud on the deck of the ship. A woman astride a black pegasus emerged from the darkness, her form wreathed in an ominous aura. Her eyes gleamed with malicious intent as she dismounted with fluid grace.

    "Well, well, how right you are, Summoner," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Angeyja, Shade's younger sister and the Shadow Healer of the Curse Directive, sent here by Ebony to kill you."

    The moment Angeyja announced her intentions, the group sprang into action. Alear, Ivy, Hortensia, Kagetsu, Zelkov, Goldmary, and Rosado immediately moved to form a protective circle around Kiran, their weapons drawn and eyes locked onto the new threat.

    "Wait, you're Shade's younger sister?" Kiran replied as he looked at Angeyja's features carefully. "Ah, now I can see the resemblance, but still, do you think I'll let you do that?"

    As Kiran replied to Angeyja, Alear's voice cut through the tense air, her tone firm. "We won't let you harm Kiran," she declared, her sword gleaming as she positioned herself at the forefront.

    Ivy, her wyvern snarling in response to the dark energy surrounding Angeyja, tightened her grip on her spear. "If you want to get to Kiran, you'll have to go through us first," she said, her voice steely and determined.

    "As it stands, Kiran Pathfinder is an *ally* of Elusia through Princess Ivy and Princess Hortensia," Zelkov coldly declared as he readied his Silver Daggers. "Harm him, and you *shall* pay the price."

    "I agree with Zelkov!" Kagetsu boisterously exclaimed. "As Princess Ivy's retainer and a Hero summoned by Kiran, I am more than willing to protect them both!"

    Hortensia, her pegasus shifting restlessly beneath her, added with a fierce glare. "Us Elusians owe not only to the Divine One but also to the Summoner, to Kiran Pathfinder!" she exclaimed. "We won't let you or anyone else from the Curse Directive lay a hand on him!"

    Angeyja's lips curled into a sinister smile, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Aw, Princess Hortensia, such loyalty coming from a brat like you," she sneered at Hortensia, her voice carrying a chilling promise as the battle lines were drawn. "But, is it genuine loyalty, or is it bluster instead?"

    "Why you..." Hortensia grumbled as she glared at Angeyja. "You take that back!"

    Sensing Hortensia's distress, Goldmary and Rosado immediately rushed towards her side, their weapons ready to defend Hortensia against Angeyja and her Curse Directive forces.

    "You insulted Hortensia here and threatened Kiran," Goldmary declared as she readied her Steel Blade. "If your goal is to make me angry, you are off to a very good start."

    "You made Hortensia pout and insulted Kiran!" Rosado said to Angeyja as he readied his Axe of Adoration. "Our cute and adorable forces will take you and your army head-on!"

    As Goldmary and Rosado declared their intentions, Kiran, surrounded by his allies, kept his gaze locked on Angeyja.

    "Is that what you people from the Curse Directive like to say?" Kiran said, his voice low and filled with resolve. "Ever since Ebony took over, you people have tried their hardest to kill me. Angeyja, you're more than welcome to try, but we'll see if you can even do it."

    "I agree with Kiran," Alear declared as she pointed her Libération sword at Angeyja. "Many of us here were already summoned by him, and we're ready to defend Kiran along with Elyos and Zenith from the likes of you!"

    And so, the battle in the roaring seas of Elyos took a dark turn as the Curse Directive forces under Angeyja's command appeared to oppose Alear and Kiran's group. The air grew so tense that the tension could metaphorically be cut with a knife as the showdown between the two factions was about to begin.
     
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    • On the port side of the Firene ship, Male Alear, Veyle, Mauvier, Diamant, Alcryst, and their retainers fought and blasted away the remaining Elusian soldiers that boarded the Firene ship. As the last Elusian soldier tumbled overboard, Male Alear sighed a sigh of relief, wiping sweat from his brow.

    "That's the last of them," Male Alear muttered, his grip loosening on the hilt of his Libération sword. He scanned the now relatively peaceful deck of the Firene ship, feeling the tension in his muscles slowly ease.

    But the calm was fleeting. Veyle's eyes widened, her gaze darting toward the sky. "Wait…" she whispered, her voice trembling with sudden alarm. She pointed upwards, where dark, ominous clouds swirled unnaturally above them. "I can sense more enemies approaching."

    Before anyone could react, the air around them seemed to shimmer with an eerie, dark energy. Out of nowhere, multiple soldiers, clad in cursed armor and radiating a malevolent aura, materialized on the deck of the ship. Consisting of infantry, cavalry, armored knights, and fliers, their eyes glowed with unnatural light, their weapons ready.

    "Oh my," Citrinne gasped. "The turn of events..."

    "Prince Alcryst," Lapis said as she readied her Defier's Sword+. "Citrinne and I defend you from the Curse Directive soldiers."

    "T-thanks," Alcryst shuffled. "I don't like where this is going..."

    At the same time, Mauvier gripped his Penitent Lance tightly, his brow furrowing. He studied the newly arrived foes for a moment before speaking.

    "I had seen these enemies before I became a Hero under Kiran and formally switched sides," Mauvier wondered, his deep voice filled with grim realization. "But I never once thought to ask… What are these foes and why are they after the Summoner?"

    Diamant, always alert, turned to Mauvier, his Fair-Fight Blade at the ready. "They're known as the Curse Directive," he explained quickly, eyes fixed on the advancing soldiers. "Enemies from Kiran's homeworld — Zenith. They're different from the Corrupted that we've faced in Elyos."

    Alcryst, standing just behind Diamant, shifted uncomfortably as he nocked an arrow into his Arcane Darkbow. His hands trembled slightly, but he forced himself to steady his aim. "I don't know the specifics," he admitted, his voice quieter, "But… from what I've heard, t-the leader of the Curse Directive has some sort of vendetta against Kiran. That's why they keep coming after him."

    Male Alear, ever the calm in the storm, nodded as he lifted his Libération sword, its blade gleaming even in the fading light. "Then we need to defend this ship. We can't let them overwhelm us," he declared as he glanced at one of the Elusian ships, where his female counterpart and Kiran were. "If the Curse Directive is here, my female self and Kiran are also fighting them."

    Veyle, her own small hands wrapped tightly around her Obscurité tome, gave a determined nod. "Have faith," she assured Male Alear. "Most of us here have been summoned as Heroes by Kiran. I'm sure he'll be safe, especially with Female Alear with him."

    Mauvier squared his shoulders, his stance unwavering. "I agree with Lady Veyle," he surmised as he heard footsteps nearby. "And we are about to receive help shortly."

    The moment Mauvier spoke those words, the group heard footsteps and saw that Alfred, Celine, Boucheron, Etie, Louis, and Chloe had joined them in defending the Firene ship from the Curse Directive forces.

    The newly spawned Curse Directive forces immediately lunged at Alfred and Celine's group, but they were swiftly taken down by them.

    "Wither and fall!" Alfred declared as he skewered a Curse Directive Armored Knight with his Arcane Qiang.

    "Isn't this your lucky day?" Celine said as she blasted away a Curse Directive mage using her Joyous Tome.

    Alfred and Celine's retainers managed to rout the remaining Curse Directive enemies. Upon doing so, Male Alear approached the Firene siblings.

    "Alfred! Celine!" Male Alear exclaimed. "I'm glad you're all here!"

    "You're welcome, Divine One," Alfred smiled as he steadied his horse. "When these Curse Directive enemies appeared, me, Celine, and our retainers came running here as fast as we could."

    "And just in time, I'm afraid," Diamant huffed. "The Curse Directive showed up the moment we routed the last Elusian soldiers on this ship."

    "True," Celine concurred as her gaze was on the Elusian ship that Alear and Kiran were on. "If the Curse Directive is here, Kiran is in danger…"

    Then, the atmosphere around them darkened as more Curse Directive soldiers began manifesting around them.

    "I-I have a bad feeling about this!" Alcryst stuttered. "M-more Curse Directive enemies incoming!"

    Everyone in the group grimaced as another regiment of Curse Directive soldiers fully manifested. The enemy composition was formidable, from infantry to cavalry to armored knights to fliers.

    As the Curse Directive soldiers charged forward, their cursed weapons slicing through the air with malevolent intent, Male Alear's voice rang out across the deck.

    "We stand together," Male Alear declared "Hold the line!"

    Everyone responded with a resounding cry, their weapons raised in defiance of the approaching threat. As the battle resumed, the clash of steel and magic once again filled the air as they fought to protect the Firene ship from the relentless onslaught of the Curse Directive forces.

    At the same time, on another part of the Firene ship, Fjorm, and Seiðr moved swiftly, cutting down Elusian soldiers with precision and determination. Their movements were graceful yet powerful—Fjorm's Leiptr lance striking with deadly accuracy while Seiðr conjured magic to fend off enemies with ease. The clash of steel and magic filled the air, the ship trembling with the intensity of the fight.

    Seiðr, her eyes sharp and filled with a strange sense of foreboding, glanced up at the sky. The darkness seemed unnatural, heavy with a malevolent presence. "Something is wrong," she murmured, her voice low but filled with concern. "I can sense malevolent powers from those clouds."

    Before Fjorm could ask what she meant, they both noticed the sudden appearance of multiple Curse Directive soldiers materializing around them. Fjorm, reacting instinctively, struck down a mage in their ranks with a swift thrust of her lance. The soldier fell, dissipating into the cursed miasma that surrounded them.

    "The Curse Directive..." Fjorm said, her eyes narrowing. She spun her weapon to deflect an incoming attack from a Dark Flier. "Kiran's in danger if they're here."

    Seiðr's gaze was drawn to the starboard side, where an Elusian ship loomed near. She peered intently, her magical senses sharpening as she focused on the figures aboard. "Fjorm, look!" she called out. "I see Kiran, Alear, and their allies—they're surrounded by the Curse Directive forces!"

    Fjorm grimaced, gripping her Leiptr lance tighter. Her blue eyes glinted with worry and resolve. "We need to get to Kiran," she said firmly as four Curse Directive soldiers manifested in front of them. "But with these soldiers in the way…"

    Suddenly, footsteps echoed across the deck, drawing their attention. Fjorm and Seiðr turned to see a group approaching them—Timerra, Fogado, and their retainers Pandreo, Bunet, Merrin, and Panette charged at the Curse Directive soldiers head-on.

    "I will strike you down!" Merrin declared as she slashed a Curse Directive Axe Calvary.

    "I'll beat you into a pulp!" Panette exclaimed as she struck down a Lance-wielding Curse Directive soldier.

    "Aroo!" Pandreo howled as he took down a Curse Directive cleric with his Elwind tome.

    "Dinner is served!" Bunet affirmed as he swung his Iron Greataxe at a Curse Directive Armored Knight.

    As Timerra and Fogado's retainers swiftly took down the Curse Directive soldiers, Fjorm raised an eyebrow, her grip on her weapon loosening slightly as she and Seiðr exchanged a glance of uncertainty.

    "Timerra? Fogado?" Fjorm asked, her voice holding a hint of confusion. She hadn't expected them to arrive so suddenly amidst the chaos. "Why are you all here?"

    Timerra, her smile bright despite the grim situation, raised her spear and laughed lightly. "We saw the commotion from the other side of the ship," she answered. "It looked like you could use some backup, so here we are!"

    Fogado stepped forward, his bow ready in his hand. "Besides, we couldn't just let you have all the fun," he winked. "It looks like things are heating up more than usual since these Curse Directive goons decided to crash the party."

    Pandreo, always the lively one, raised his staff in a flourish. "We're all in this together, aroo!" he howled. "The Summoner is our friend and a staunch ally of the Divine One! He needs our help!"

    Merrin, already mounted on her wolf and prepared for battle, gave a nod. "My princess, we'll help clear a path to Kiran," she said to Timerra. "He won't stand alone."

    Panette, her fierce gaze sweeping over the enemies ahead, tightened her grip on her weapon. "Boss, let's make haste," she growled, eager for the fight. "The sooner we can go that ship and help the Divine One and the Summoner out, the better!"

    Fjorm and Seiðr's uncertainty melted away as they realized Timerra and her group were there to support them, not just out of duty but out of loyalty to Kiran and the greater cause. Fjorm nodded, her expression softening.

    "Thank you," Fjorm said sincerely. "We need to get to the others quickly."

    Seiðr glanced once more at the darkened skies, her magic crackling around her fingertips. "Then let us not waste any more time."

    Together, they all readied their weapons, a united front prepared to push through the Curse Directive forces and reach Kiran and the others, determined to fight side by side until the very end.

    As Angeyja's black pegasus landed gracefully on the deck, the dark miasma surrounding her cursed body swirled ominously. She gazed down at Kiran with a twisted smirk. "I'll have a field day when I rout your forces, Summoner," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. The black aura pulsed around her, and behind her, more Curse Directive soldiers materialized, their eyes glowing with malevolent intent.

    Kiran, however, remained calm, his hand steady as he gripped Breidablik. He met Angeyja's gaze without flinching, shaking his head slightly. "I wouldn't count on that," he said, his voice firm but even, a quiet confidence emanating from him.

    'Kiran, have Ivy and Hortensia escort Lindon to the Firene ship,' Baldraz spoke within the Breidablik. 'Fjorm, Seiðr, Timerra, Fogado, and their retainers are coming to your location.'

    As he listened to what Baldraz had to say, a plan formed in Kiran's mind. Then, Kiran's attention shifted to Lindon, who stood guard by Ivy, Hortensia, and their retainers. Kiran's gaze softened slightly as he called out to them.

    "Ivy, Hortensia," Kiran said to the Elusian princesses. "Your group needs to escort Lindon off the Elusian ship and back to the Firene ship. We can't lose him now that he's joined our side."

    Ivy hesitated, her brow furrowing as her violet eyes flicked between Kiran and Alear. She could see the fierce determination in both of their faces, but doubt gnawed at her. "Don't tell me you're planning to stay here and face her alone," she said, her voice laced with concern. Her wyvern shifted restlessly beneath her, sensing its rider's unease.

    Alear gave Ivy a reassuring smile, calm and composed despite the rising tension. "I trust Kiran's judgment," she replied, her tone gentle but resolute. "And we can't risk losing Lindon after he's just switched sides. We'll be fine."

    "Yeah," Hortensia said as she let out a smile. "After we escort Lindon back to our ship, we can return here to help out."

    "Ha... You both have a point," Ivy let out a sigh before nodding at Alear and Kiran. "We'll escort Lindon, but Hortensia and I will come back here to aid you two."

    "Divine One! Summoner!" Kagetsu declared. "Make sure you two must survive! We will return here to aid you two once we escort Lindon to the Firene ship!"

    "And make sure you look adorable while you do your stuff," Rosado said as he winked at Kiran. "We'll be back soon!"

    Lindon, standing between the two Elusian princesses, gave a nod of gratitude. "I'm thankful for your protection, Princess Ivy, Princess Hortensia," he said, his voice sincere. "I'll leave the fight to you two, Divine One and Summoner."

    Angeyja's eyes narrowed as she watched Ivy, Hortensia, and their retainers prepare to depart with Lindon. She scoffed, her lips curling into a sneer. "How touching," she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain. "But such altruism won't save you, Summoner. Nor will it spare you from the wrath of the Curse Directive."

    Kiran turned his attention back to Angeyja, his expression unfazed by her taunts. "You can think of my actions however you like," he said sarcastically, leveling Breidablik at her. "But I know what your goal is — to kill me, no matter what. And besides, I'm an irresistible target to you, don't you agree?"

    The air crackled with tension as Angeyja's glare deepened, her eyes burning with fury. "Oh, you're right about that," she hissed, her voice sharp as a blade. With a wave of her hand, she commanded her forces. "Attack! Kill the Summoner and the Divine One!"

    As the Curse Directive soldiers lunged forward, Alear and Kiran stood their ground. Alear's sword gleamed in the dim light, while Kiran raised Breidablik, its magic crackling with energy. The battle was about to begin, and they both knew that this fight would be fierce. But they also knew they couldn't afford to falter.

    Behind them, Ivy, Hortensia, and their retainers swiftly moved to escort Lindon to safety, their hearts heavy with the knowledge of the battle their allies were about to face.

    As the Curse Directive forces closed in on Alear and Kiran, a soft yet determined voice echoed in Alear's mind. It was Emblem Lucina, her voice clear and resolute.

    "Alear," Emblem Lucina urged through the Ring of the Princess Exalt. "Now is the time to engage with me. Together, we can defend Kiran."

    Alear's lips curled into a smile. She could feel Lucina's strength flowing through her, a warm, empowering presence. "I couldn't agree more, Emblem Lucina," she replied. "Kiran needs our help."

    Her Ring of the Princess Exalt began to glow with radiant light, casting a brilliant aura around her. With a confident voice, Alear raised her sword high and declared, "Emblem Engage!"

    In a flash of light, Alear transformed, her Engage form shimmering with ethereal power. Her movements became a blur as she lunged at the incoming Curse Directive soldiers, cutting through them with precision and speed. Each strike was guided by Lucina's strength, her blade dancing through the air with graceful ferocity.

    From her position atop the black pegasus, Angeyja's eyes widened slightly as she watched Alear in her Engage form. She had never witnessed anything like it before. Her voice, usually filled with cold confidence, wavered as she muttered to herself. "So… this is the power of an Emblem Ring. I've never seen anything like it."

    But her moment of wonder was cut short when several stray bolts of magic streaked past her, narrowly missing her. Angeyja snapped her head around, her expression hardening as she saw Kiran standing firm, his Breidablik raised, glowing with power as he fired volley after volley in her direction.

    Anger flared in Angeyja's eyes, her grip tightening around her Eistla Staff. The staff began to glow red-hot, its power building with an ominous heat. "You dare attack me?" she spat, her voice filled with fury. "I'll douse you in flames for that, Summoner!"

    As Alear continued to fend off the soldiers, Angeyja pointed her staff toward Kiran, summoning a barrage of fireballs. The flames roared through the air, hurtling toward Kiran with deadly intent. With swift reflexes, Kiran dodged the incoming fireballs, each one narrowly missing him. But as the fireballs exploded against the Elusian ship, they ignited parts of the already battered vessel, setting it ablaze.

    Now, surrounded by rising flames and thick smoke, Kiran stood at the heart of the inferno. His face remained calm, focused as if the flames were nothing more than a mild inconvenience. He locked eyes with Angeyja, his Breidablik at the ready, his resolve unshaken.

    Angeyja's frustration mounted as she saw his unwavering stance, the flames swirling around him in a chaotic dance. She had expected panic, fear—anything—but the Summoner showed none of it. Instead, he simply stood there, waiting, as though daring her to strike again.

    Sensing that Kiran was in peril, Alear slashed through the remaining Curse Directive soldiers, her eyes darting toward the flames engulfing the deck. Her heart sank at the sight of Kiran standing amidst the raging fire. Grimacing, she called out to him, her voice tinged with urgency.

    "Kiran!" Alear exclaimed. "Are you alright?"

    Through the crackling of the flames, Kiran's voice remained calm, as if the inferno didn't faze him. "I'll be fine, Alear," he replied with a reassuring smile, holding his Breidablik steady. "And thank you for rushing to save me."

    Angeyja's expression twisted in rage as she watched him, her eyes burning with fury. "Even now, surrounded by my flames, you and the so-called Divine One still defy the will of the Curse Directive?" she hissed, her voice dripping with malice. "No wonder Ebony considers you both nuisances!"

    Kiran met her glare with an unwavering calm, his smile steady. "Huh, please. No wonder you and Shade are siblings," he scoffed. "Because your group's overarching goal is to kill me, I make it a habit to defy Curse Directive agents like you."

    Angeyja's patience snapped. She gritted her teeth, her hands tightening around her Eistla Staff. "You accursed Summoner!" she spat, her voice rising in anger. With a wave of her staff, she conjured a massive fireball, its heat radiating off the deck as she hurled it toward him. "Feel the Curse Directive's fire!"

    The fireball roared through the air, a deadly mass of flames hurtling straight for Kiran. As the fireball seared through the air, Alear stood guard to protect Kiran while Kiran let out a smirk.

    "Sorry, Angeyja," Kiran said as his Breidablik glowed white. "Me and my Heroes are about to defy you..."

    But before it could reach him, a shimmering barrier of ice appeared, nullifying the attack. The fireball shattered harmlessly against the frosty shield, sending sparks of steam into the air. The shockwave also blew away the flames that were engulfing that part of the ship beforehand.

    Fjorm and Seiðr landed beside Kiran, their weapons drawn. Fjorm's Leiptr lance glinted in the firelight as she lowered her Ice Mirror II, the protective barrier still shimmering around them. She looked at Kiran, her expression stern yet relieved.

    "Kiran!" Fjorm said, her voice steady but carrying a note of concern. "We ran to you as fast as we could."

    Seiðr nodded as she stood beside Fjorm with her weapon at the ready. "When we saw you surrounded by flames," she added, her eyes scanning the area for more enemies. "We rushed here to help."

    Alear quickly approached, having fought her way through the remaining Curse Directive soldiers. She let out a breath of relief as she joined them. "Thank you, Fjorm, Seiðr..." she said, her tone sincere. "You saved Kiran."

    Fjorm shook her head, a small smile forming on her lips. "We're all Heroes under Kiran's command. We must protect him, no matter what."

    Seiðr gave a firm nod in agreement. "Kiran, you are going to need our help in this battle," she said, casting a wary glance at Angeyja, who glared at the group from her black pegasus. "We shall face Angeyja together."

    Angeyja threw her head back and laughed, her black pegasus stamping its hooves impatiently on the deck. "So, Kiran," she sneered, her voice dripping with condescension. "Only two people came to save you? That's hardly enough against me and my Curse Directive army." Her eyes gleamed with malicious delight as she raised her staff, its tip glowing a deep, ominous red.

    Before Kiran could respond, the skies overhead darkened further, and an eerie screech echoed above them. Alear's gaze shot upward as dark, bat-winged shapes appeared in the sky. Female humanoid figures, each wearing a cap shaped like bat wings, descended in formation. Their crimson eyes gleamed in the shadows, and their leathery wings flapped rhythmically as they hovered above the battlefield.

    "What… are those?" Alear asked, her voice tense with concern, her sword ready as she glanced at Kiran.

    Kiran narrowed his eyes as he identified the enemy. "They're Bats," he explained grimly. "Elite Beast Fliers from the Emblian Empire. From their miasma, I think these Bats have been raised from the dead, like with the Emblian manaketes."

    Angeyja's smirk widened. "You're sharp, Summoner," she said, her tone mocking. "Yes, these Bats are fast, deadly, and completely loyal to us now. They'll crush you and your pathetic forces before you even have a chance to blink."

    As if on cue, the Bats transformed into their bestial forms as they shrieked and dove toward them, their wings slicing through the air as they descended. Alear raised her blade, ready to defend, when suddenly—an arrow whizzed through the air, striking one of the Bats mid-flight. The creature let out a high-pitched scream before crashing to the deck in a heap.

    Kiran and Alear turned in the direction of the arrow, only to see Fogado and Timerra standing tall on the Elusian ship, backed by Bunet, Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin. Fogado grinned, lowering his bow as he twirled another arrow between his fingers. "Well, look who's in trouble," he said with a teasing lilt. "Divine One, Summoner—looks like we're fashionably late, but never too late to join the party."

    Timerra twirled her Killer Lance with a broad smile, the weapon catching the dying light of the sky. "We're here now, and we've got your backs," she called, her voice full of energy. "Let's finish this, together."

    Before anyone could respond, more Bat Fliers spawned from the skies, their screeches filling the air as they surrounded Fogado, Timerra, and their group. Angeyja's eyes flashed with disdain as she pointed her staff at them. "Gods damn it! You annoyances from Solm..." she spat. "You've just signed your death warrants by coming here to help the Summoner. My army will make mincemeat from you all in one fell swoop!"

    Timerra's eyes sparkled with excitement as she stepped forward, her lance gleaming. "Meat puns aside, we'll see about that!" she declared boldly. "I hope you're ready because we're about to show you what Solm's strength looks like!"

    Fogado smirked, notching another arrow and aiming it at the nearest Bat. "You've picked a bad time messing with Solm's Sentinels!" he declared. "Allow us to give you and your forces a warm welcome!"

    With the Bats diving toward them and the tension rising on all sides, Alear, Kiran, and their allies prepared to face this new, overwhelming threat. They all stood firm, their resolve unshaken as they fought not just for their survival, but for each other.

    As Timerra and Fogado boldly declared their defiance, Angeyja's eyes flared with rage. Her focus was entirely on them, ordering her Bats to strike with deadly precision. Kiran, however, noticed something else—a soft glow emanating from the Breidablik at his side. He glanced down, and the light grew stronger, pulsing with energy.

    Before Kiran could fully comprehend, a voice echoed in his mind, one he had come to know well. Baldraz, the spirit within the Breidablik, spoke in a calm but commanding tone. 'Kiran, Alear, Fjorm, Seiðr… it is time,' he telepathically said. 'Timerra and Fogado have shown their potential. They are ready to be summoned as Heroes.'

    Alear, who overheard Baldraz, darted a quick look at Kiran. "But... if we do this now, Angeyja will notice," she cautioned, gripping her sword tighter. "She'll send more enemies our way, and we're already outnumbered."

    Fjorm, standing tall beside Alear, smiled with fierce determination as she twirled her Leiptr lance. "Alear, there's no victory without risk," she said. "In situations like this, we'll just need to adapt our tactics as we go."

    Seiðr, her eyes glowing faintly, nodded in agreement. "I can use my Future-Focused ability to distort Angeyja's perception of time," she offered, her voice calm yet resolute. "It won't last long, but it should give Kiran the window he needs."

    Kiran's eyes flickered between his allies, feeling the weight of the moment. With a firm nod, he loaded two Golden Summon Orbs into the Breidablik. "This has to count. We only have one chance," he hollered. "Let's go!"

    With everything set, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr exchanged glances before dashing forward. They sprinted toward Timerra and Fogado's group, cutting through the mass of Curse Directive soldiers that swarmed the battlefield.

    As Angeyja's sharp eyes caught sight of Kiran, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr sprinting toward Timerra and Fogado's group, her lips curled into a sneer. "Trying to regroup with your Solm allies?" she muttered, gripping her Eistla Staff. "I won't let you!"

    With a quick gesture, she conjured a searing fireball, aiming it directly at Kiran, her intent to stop whatever plan was unfolding. But before the flames could fly, Seiðr's form began to shimmer, her body glowing with hues of teal and gold as her Future-Focused ability activated. Angeyja's world warped, her perception of time slowing, and space twisting, as her attack fizzled in midair. Confusion clouded her expression, and several of her Bats plummeted from the sky, cut down by the swift strikes of Alear, Merrin, and Panette.

    Seiðr, calm and composed, watched Angeyja's moment of bewilderment as her Future-Focused distorted Angeyja. "I hope this is enough," she muttered. "Quickly go to Timerra and Fogado."

    As Kiran approached her and Fogado, Timerra's sharp gaze locked onto Kiran. She saw the glowing aura around his Breidablik, its light radiating with the power of summoning. "Ciao, Kiran!" she called out, her voice filled with anticipation. "It's time, isn't it?"

    Kiran nodded as he and the others neared Timerra and Fogado. "Yes, it is," he confirmed, his hand gripping the Breidablik firmly. "Timerra and Fogado, it's time for you both to become Heroes."

    Fogado grinned, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Well, let's not waste time then," he said, turning to his retainers. "Although, we'll need a distraction for Kiran to do his thing."

    As more Curse Directive enemies spawned near the group, Merrin, perched on her wolf mount, was already prepared, her blade gleaming in the faint light of the distorted sky. "Leave it to us, my princess!" she shouted to Timerra. "Panette and I will hold off the enemies. We won't let them near."

    Panette, with a fierce grin, brandished her Silver Axe with wild, determined energy. "Don't worry, boss!" she hollered. "We'll make 'em regret ever crossing paths with us!"

    On the other side, Pandreo and Bunet exchanged a nod with Fogado. Pandreo, always one to find humor even in dire situations, gave a quick thumbs-up. "Ar-roo! We've got this side covered, Fogado," he smirked. "Curse Directive forces? We'll keep 'em dancing."

    Bunet silently readied his blade, eyes focused as he stood by Fogado's side. "I promise I'll cook a stupendous dish for this battle," he declared. "And these foes will be our customers!"

    Alear, her Libération sword shimmering with Emblem Lucina's power, stepped forward beside Merrin and Panette. "I'll help out too," she said, glancing over her shoulder at Kiran. "Kiran, focus on the summoning. We'll take on Angeyja and her forces."

    "I will help as well," Fjorm declared as she twirled her Leiptr. "Do what needs to be done, Kiran."

    "The summoning process is delicate," Seiðr said to Kiran as she reared up her goat mount. "I will also offer my assistance by fighting Angeyja."

    Kiran gave Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr a grateful smile before turning to Timerra and Fogado. His Breidablik glowed brighter now, pulsing with an intensity that made the air hum around them.

    "Thank you, everyone…" Kiran muttered, his voice quiet yet filled with conviction.

    As the group began fighting off the Curse Directive reinforcements, Kiran looked at Timerra and Fogado, his eyes meeting theirs with a deep sense of trust. "Alright," he said to the Solm siblings. "Timerra, Fogado... It's time you two to be summoned as Heroes."

    Timerra laughed, her Killer Lance twirling effortlessly in her hand. "Ha! I've been waiting for this moment!" she exclaimed. "Let's make it count."

    Fogado, ever the sharpshooter, notched an arrow in his bow and smirked at Kiran. "So, what are you waiting for, Summoner?" he smiled. "We're ready."

    Then, Timerra's Ring of the Radiant Hero began to glow in a bright blue color. And then, Emblem Ike manifested in front of the three.

    "Whaaa..." Timerra exclaimed. "E-Emblem Ike?!"

    "Timerra, you and Fogado are about to be summoned by Kiran. I want to see this for myself," Emblem Ike explained to Timerra. Then, he turned his attention towards Kiran. "Show me how you summon these two as Heroes, Kiran."

    While the retainers, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr fight off the encroaching Curse Directive forces, Kiran raised the Breidablik and fired two glowing Golden Summoning Orbs at Timerra and Fogado, and the air around them shifted. The orbs surged through the air, colliding with the bodies of the prince and princess of Solm. Kiran began to chant, his voice steady and powerful.

    "Gathering stars to call upon the Siblings of Solm, the Queendom of Freedom!" Kiran chanted as his Breidablik glowed white. "Become the path its light shines upon!"

    Emblem Ike watched with intrigue as the winds shifted, and a miniature sandstorm began to swirl around Timerra and Fogado as if the very desert of Solm had been conjured here on the battlefield. The grains of sand danced around them, forming a protective barrier as Kiran's voice grew louder.

    "Hero Summon!" Kiran bellowed. "Swirl up a bright, bold sandstorm, Timerra, the Desert Warrior, and Fogado, the Affable Prince!"

    With those final words, the summoning was complete. Timerra and Fogado's bodies glowed in a soft, white light as the siblings opened their eyes as the sandstorm continued whirling around them.

    "I'm Timerra, crown princess of Solm. I'll sing a song to celebrate my summoning as a Hero!" Timerra declared. "Lalala! I'm glad I'm now a Hero under you, Kiran!"

    "I'm Fogado, a Sentinel of Solm, and the first prince too, but don't worry about that part," Fogado said as he smiled at Kiran. "I'm glad to be summoned under you as a Hero!"

    As Kiran looked at the two newly summoned Heroes, he noticed that the glow on Timerra was brighter than Fogado as both their Killer Lance and Killer Bow began to transform. Then, Baldraz spoke through the Breidablik, as if to answer his thoughts.

    'Kiran,' Baldraz spoke privately through the Breidablik. 'While Fogado is summoned as a standard Hero, Timerra is summoned as an Attuned Hero, much like Ivy. Timerra's Echo Skill is Time Pulse Echo, which allows her to use her special skill faster than normal. And that is not all; their weapons are changing drastically to fit with their newfound power.'

    As Kiran listened to Baldraz's explanation, the sandstorm subsided as Timerra and Fogado's weapons finished changing to fit their new state as summoned Heroes. Timerra's Killer Lance had transformed into a magnificent four-pointed spear, its shaft adorned with desert feathers that fluttered in the air. Fogado's Killer Bow was now a sleek, deadly instrument, the metal frame sharp and lined with edges designed for precision and power.

    Timerra twirled her new weapon, feeling its weight, her smile wide with excitement. "This... this is what it feels like to be summoned as a Hero!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "Emblem Ike, it's amazing!"

    "Yeah, I can sense new strength in you, Timerra," Emblem Ike huffed as he crossed his arms. "I can tell it's different from how an Emblem like me engages to make someone stronger."

    Fogado examined his transformed bow, running his fingers over its sleek, dangerous frame. He smirked, clearly impressed. "Couldn't agree more," he said, notching an arrow. "Even our weapons got an upgrade. Looks like we're in for quite the fight."

    Kiran noticed that the Breidablik was still glowing. He raised the divine relic to scan Timerra and Fogado's new weapons, and he heard Baldraz explaining what the new weapons were.

    'Their new weapons… The Desert Spear allows Timerra to counterattack regardless of range and that spear prevents foes from charging at allies,' Baldraz explained to Kiran. 'Fogado's Sentinel Bow prevents the foe from activating their special skills if Fogado attacks or if that foe is a ranged unit. Furthermore, arrows fired from it can break through parries and blocks.'

    While watching them closely, Kiran used Breidablik to scan their weapons, analyzing the changes with a practiced eye. "Timerra, your new weapon is called the Desert Spear. And Fogado, your bow is the Sentinel's Bow," he began. "They're formidable weapons that are suited to your fighting styles."

    Timerra hefted the Desert Spear with pride, giving it a quick spin before settling it into a ready stance. "Desert Spear, huh? Sounds perfect for a Desert Warrior like me," she said with a satisfied grin. "I can feel the power in it — this spear was made for me!"

    Fogado, still examining the edges of the Sentinel's Bow, gave a thoughtful nod. "Fitting, since I am the leader of the Sentinels back home," he muttered as he pulled back the bowstring, feeling the tension and precision, before nodding in approval. "Looks like this Sentinel Bow knows exactly who I am."

    "I couldn't agree more," Emblem Ike nodded at Timerra and Fogado. "Now that you two are Heroes, it's time to use that newfound strength."

    As Emblem Ike returned to Timerra's Ring of the Radiant Hero, Kiran smiled, relieved that the summoning had been successful. "You're both stronger now, and Emblem Ike's right," he admitted. "We'll need that strength since Angeyja won't give up easily."

    Before they could say more, the ground shook as the remaining Curse Directive forces began to close in again, and their numbers increased as more of them spawned near their commander. Angeyja, still snarling from the distance, had recovered from Seiðr's distortion and glared at the newly empowered group with murderous intent.

    "You accursed Summoner!" Angeyja growled as her cursed body emitted miasma. "Your gruesome death is the price for that little stunt!"

    With Angeyja's declaration, several Curse Directive soldiers charged at Kiran. In response, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr charged forward, clashing their weapons against the newly spawned reinforcements that Angeyja had brought.

    "As if we'll let you!" Alear exclaimed as she slashed a Bat with her Libération. "We'll protect Kiran with everything we have!"

    "You will not lay a hand on Kiran!" Fjorm vowed as she used her Ice Mirror II to counterattack a Mage Infantry. "I want to repay my debt to him. And I promise that I will!"

    "On this," Seiðr declared as she blasted away a Curse Directive Mage Cavalry. "We shall swear you will not succeed today!"

    As Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr fend off Angeyja's newly spawned Curse Directive reinforcements, Kiran turned his attention towards Timerra and Fogado, who gripped their new weapons tightly in anticipation.

    "Ready to show them what the Desert Warrior and the Affable Prince can do?" Kiran asked, positioning himself for the next wave.

    Timerra and Fogado exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with excitement and determination.

    "Always," Timerra replied with a wink, her Desert Spear aimed at the approaching enemies. "Let's show 'em how Emblems and Heroes work together!"

    Fogado grinned, pulling back his bowstring. "Let's give them a reason to fear Solm's finest," he declared. "Time to party!"

    And with that, Timerra and Fogado, now Heroes under contract to Kiran, joined the fray. The battle raged on, but now with the might of two newly summoned Heroes ready to turn the tide.
     
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    • Meanwhile, in the Curse Directive encampment, Ebony sat beside her table inside her tent as she modified the knock-off Breidablik based on Eitri's blueprints. The Shadow Director smirked as she twirled the knock-off relic in her right hand.

    "Now," Ebony muttered as she tinkered with the knock-off Breidablik. "If I can insert a black jewel as a power source…"

    As she inserted a small black jewel at the slot of the knock-off Breidablik, the relic began to emit black miasma. Then, the knock-off relic ejected the black jewel, much to Ebony's frustration.

    "I was so close!" Ebony exclaimed in frustration. "What did I do wrong?!"

    Then, Ebony clutched her head as she experienced a series of images and voices that she could not recognize, but to her, they were familiar nonetheless.

    "Run, K̵̡̤͕̻͉̻̻͋̑͛̉̅͐̓i̴̧̔͒͆r̷͖͖̘̋͒̒̀̕͜ă̷̗̣̙̹̞̬̠̆̉́̚n̸͔͆̾̉̀̄̾̓!"

    "Save… yourself…"

    "No… No! No!"

    Before Ebony could contemplate, Shade, her subordinate, entered her tent. As Ebony gazed at Shade's face, it was obvious to her that he was concerned about her well-being, despite being covered by his stoic exterior.

    "Shadow Director," Shade said as he entered the tent. "I heard you shouting. Is everything alright?"

    "I'm… fine," Ebony sighed as she placed the knock-off Breidablik on the table. "I was just modifying the knock-off Breidablik that I've built. Anyway, did your sister use the black jewel?"

    "Yes, Shadow Director," Shade answered as he nodded at Ebony. "Angeyja used the black jewel you gave her, and her unconscious body is in her tent."

    "Good," Ebony replied as she let out a smile. "At least Angeyja can produce some results for us as she fights Kiran in Elyos."

    As Shade left her tent, Ebony stared at the knock-off Breidablik lying on her table. Then, Ebony clutched her head with her right hand as she heard those fleeting voices in her head again.

    "K̵̡̤͕̻͉̻̻͋̑͛̉̅͐̓i̴̧̔͒͆r̷͖͖̘̋͒̒̀̕͜ă̷̗̣̙̹̞̬̠̆̉́̚n̸͔͆̾̉̀̄̾̓!... Don't confront her! Stay away from her!"

    "I must admit, you resisted death for so long... Giving you a gruesome death is but a mercy. Instead, you deserved a fate worse than death for being a thorn in my side..."

    "These voices..." Ebony muttered as she huffed in pain as the migraines went away. "They seem so familiar, yet I cannot recognize them..."

    Back at the Firene ship, everyone that remained in that ship fought off wave upon wave of Curse Directive enemies that spawned. Weapons clashed, magic bolts spewed around, and arrows flew in the air as Curse Directive soldiers fell by the droves and more enemies replaced the fallen.

    "I'm relentless!" Alfred declared as he skewered a Curse Directive Calvary using his Arcane Qiang.

    "I will do what I must!" Celine lashed at a Curse Directive Dark Flier using her Joyous Tome.

    As Alfred, Celine, and their retainers fended off Curse Directive enemies on their end, Veyle noticed something peculiar happening on the Elusian ship on the starboard side that Alear and Kiran went off to. Seeing Veyle staring at something, Mauvier quickly galloped his horse to her side.

    "Lady Veyle," Mauvier addressed her. "You are looking at the Elusian ship. Is there something the matter?"

    "Yeah, I noticed something just now," Veyle muttered as she pointed her finger at the phenomenon that was happening at the Elusian ship.

    As Mauvier looked at the Elusian ship, he saw a small sandstorm forming inside it. In the middle of the sandstorm, Timerra and Fogado's bodies began to glow, with Kiran in the middle of the sandstorm.

    "We are not in the desert," Mauvier muttered. "Why would a sandstorm appear here, of all places?"

    "Mauvier," Veyle smiled. "I think we all know the answer."

    As if on cue, Kiran's voice was loud enough to be heard by everyone, even on the Firene ship.

    "Hero Summon! Swirl up a bright, bold sandstorm, Timerra, the Desert Warrior, and Fogado, the Affable Prince!"

    As soon as Kiran said these words, the resulting summoning created a blast wave that affected the Curse Directive enemies on the Firene ship, causing several of them to disintegrate outright. At the same time, the rest fell to the raging sea below.

    "Wow!" Alfred exclaimed. "Kiran finally did it!"

    "And just in time too," Celine remarked. "And I think Timerra and Fogado are..."

    "Is that so?" Alcryst muttered. "T-that means…"

    "It seems Kiran has finally summoned Timerra and Fogado as Heroes," Male Alear remarked. "We should be happy for them."

    Before Alcryst could finish his sentence, another squadron of Curse Directive soldiers materialized in front of them, putting everyone in the Firene ship on guard.

    "We can save the sentiments for later!" Diamant urged as he readied his Fair-Fight Blade. "More Curse Directive enemies are abound!"

    "Then, let's take them on!" Alfred declared as he readied his Arcane Qiang.

    "That's the way!" Male Alear as he tightened his grip on his Libération sword. "We all have to do our part! My female self and Kiran are counting on us!"

    And so, as the Curse Directive forces charged, Male Alear and everyone else on the Firene ship fought on, taking down as many enemies as they could.

    At the same time, Ivy, Hortensia, and their group successfully escorted Lindon to the safety of the Firene ship, Lindon exhaled with relief. His steps were weary but grateful as he turned to face the two Elusian princesses.

    "Princess Ivy, Princess Hortensia… Thank you both," Lindon said, his voice sincere. "I'm grateful for your protection and for bringing me here safely."

    Ivy, standing tall beside him, gave a slight nod. Her expression was calm yet determined. "Lindon, it was the least we could do," she replied. "Kiran instructed us, but we would have ensured your safety regardless."

    Hortensia chimed in, her tone more vibrant, though it carried the same sense of responsibility. "Kiran or no Kiran, we were going to get you off that ship," she exclaimed. "You're far too valuable to lose now!"

    Before Lindon could respond, the air around them shifted, and from the darkened skies above, more Curse Directive soldiers manifested, their forms twisting into the battlefield with an ominous presence. Zelkov, ever vigilant, stepped forward, drawing his Silver Daggers, his voice low and calm, as always.

    "Princess Ivy," Zelkov murmured, his eyes scanning the newly arrived enemies. "Do *not* forget the promise you made to the Divine One and the Summoner. We *cannot* falter."

    Kagetsu nodded in agreement, unsheathing his Reversal Blade+ in one swift motion. His voice carried a rare intensity as he spoke to Ivy. "You must fulfill your promise," he urged. "We cannot leave the Divine One and Kiran Pathfinder to face Angeyja alone."

    Goldmary stood beside Hortensia, her Steel Sword gleaming in the dim light. She glanced at the younger princess and added. "We'll handle this. You must return to the Elusian ship and help them defeat Angeyja."

    Rosado, gripping his Axe of Adoration, stepped forward with a determined grin, the playful gleam in his eyes replaced with resolve. "Go, Hortensia," he urged. With our adorable strength, we'll keep Lindon safe from these soldiers. You need to be with Alear and Kiran."

    Hortensia hesitated momentarily, looking at her retainers, but then she nodded firmly. "You're right," she said, her voice steadier. "We have a job to finish. We need to go back to the Elusian ship to help Alear and Kiran out."

    Ivy's gaze lingered on her retainers, her violet eyes filled with unspoken gratitude. "We'll return to the Elusian ship and do what we must," she said, her voice soft but persistent. "Make sure you defend Lindon from any Curse Directive enemies that will spawn nearby."

    With that, Ivy and Hortensia turned on their heels, their capes fluttering behind them as they set off toward the Elusian ship. The sounds of battle surrounded them, but their focus was clear. They had a promise to keep—to stand by Alear and Kiran, fight beside them, and end the threat Angeyja posed.

    As they moved away, Zelkov, Kagetsu, Goldmary, and Rosado took their positions, forming a protective circle around Lindon. The Curse Directive forces charged, but the retainers held firm, ready to defend the one they had sworn to protect.

    As Merrin and Panette clashed with the encroaching Curse Directive enemies on the deck of the Elusian ship, their focus never wavered, even as Kiran, Timerra, and Fogado joined the fray. Merrin's wolf mount sidestepped an incoming strike, her daggers gleaming as she expertly deflected the attack. When she saw Timerra's Desert Spear, her eyes widened in awe.

    "My princess!" Merrin called out as she knocked a Curse Directive soldier back. "You look... stronger than before!"

    Panette, her great axe swinging with brutal precision, also turned to glance at her liege. "We saw a sandstorm forming nearby a few moments ago," she asked, her voice full of curiosity, even amidst the chaos. "Were you just summoned as a Hero, boss?"

    Timerra grinned, her eyes alight with confidence. She spun her newly forged Desert Spear gracefully, skewering a Curse Directive Lance Infantry in a single, powerful strike. "You bet I was!" she called out. "Now that I'm a Hero under Kiran's command, I feel stronger than ever!"

    Merrin beamed at Timerra. "You fight like it!" she said, a spark of excitement in her tone. "It suits you, my princess!"

    Panette laughed delightedly as she took down another enemy with a brutal swing of her great axe. "Boss!" she exclaimed. "I can't wait to see how much more damage you'll do with that new power!"

    Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Pandreo and Bunet were fending off a group of Curse Directive forces, their movements in sync as they held their ground. Bunet's eyes briefly shifted to Fogado, his brow raising as he noticed the transformation in his prince's bow.

    "Looks like you've found a new recipe for battle with that bow of yours," Bunet remarked, a wry smile on his face as he fended off a lance strike.

    Pandreo, his staff crackling with arcane energy, nodded in agreement, his gaze landing on Fogado's confident stance. "You're looking more confident now that you've been summoned as a Hero, Fogado!" he said with a knowing grin.

    Fogado, ever the showman, smirked as he notched an arrow on his transformed Sentinel's Bow. With a quick, fluid motion, he fired at a Curse Directive Pegasus Knight, the arrow striking true and sending the enemy plummeting from the skies. "Well, Pandreo, Bunet..." Fogado said, his smirk widening. "Now that Timerra and I are Heroes, I think it's time we kicked this party up a notch!"

    He twirled his bow in one hand, glancing at Timerra. She grinned back, her spear gleaming in the dim light of the battle. "Let's show them what it means to be summoned Heroes of Solm!"

    Angeyja's lips curled into a sneer as she watched her Curse Directive reinforcements materialize in front of her—more Bats, Infantry, Cavalry, and two towering Armored Knights, their heavy armor glinting in the dull light of battle. She folded her arms and raised her chin, her voice dripping with venom.

    "I must admit," Angeyja said, her eyes narrowing at Kiran and Alear, "I've seen what the Summoner and the Divine One are capable of, but playtime is over. I'm done toying with you."

    With a snap of her fingers, her new army surged forward, their footsteps shaking the very ground beneath them. Angeyja's gaze hardened as she prepared for the next assault.

    Alear, undeterred, gripped her Libération sword tightly. Her voice was steady, determined. "We'll push through," she declared, her eyes flashing with resolve. "No matter how many enemies you throw at us."

    Without hesitation, Alear charged, her Libération sword gleaming as she aimed straight for Angeyja, but before she could close the distance, one of the two Armored Knights stepped forward with surprising speed, its Slaying Lance+ raised. Alear's sword clashed with the knight's lance in a loud, ringing clash of metal, and her strike was halted, the force of the counterattack nearly driving her back.

    Seiðr, witnessing the interception, raised her staff, glowing with teal light. "I'll help as well," she called out, determination echoing in her voice. She fired a volley of magic bolts at Angeyja, aiming to bypass the soldiers and strike her down.

    Yet, just like with Alear's attack, the second Armored Knight stepped forward, its Slaying Axe+ deflecting the magic with ease. The massive knight stood as an unyielding barrier, its bulk between Seiðr and her target.

    Kiran frowned, his eyes narrowing as he watched the knights in action. "Those Armored Knights..." he muttered, gripping Breidablik tighter. "They have Near Save and Far Save skills." He grimaced. "They can intercept both melee and ranged attacks. We can't reach Angeyja unless we take them down first."

    Alear's expression hardened as she pulled back from the knight's imposing defense. "Then we'll think of a way," she said resolutely, catching her breath. "We always do."

    Seiðr nodded, her grip tightening on her staff. "We'll have to coordinate our attacks," she added. "These knights may be formidable, but they won't stop us from reaching her."

    Angeyja, watching from a distance, chuckled darkly, folding her arms as her knights stood like an impenetrable wall before her. "Let's see how long your resolve lasts, Divine One," she taunted. "You'll never break through my defenses."

    Kiran glanced at Alear and Seiðr, nodding as they braced themselves for another attempt. "We'll find a way," he said, determination flashing in his eyes. "We always do. Timerra? Fogado? How about you two show your prowess as Heroes?"

    Timerra twirled her Desert Spear, the feathers at its hilt catching the light as she flashed a confident grin at Angeyja. "Bring it," she declared, her eyes gleaming with fierce determination. "We'll mow your forces down, no problem."

    Beside her, Fogado drew his newly transformed Sentinel Bow, the sharp edges of the metal frame glinting ominously. "Can't wait to see how this bow takes down enemies," he added with a smirk, his voice casual yet eager for the fight ahead.

    Kiran, standing a few paces behind them, allowed a smile to form on his face as he recalled the potential of their new weapons. He pointed toward the two imposing Armored Knights that blocked their path to Angeyja. "That's more like it," he called out. "You two take down the Armored Knights. I'm confident in your capabilities."

    Angeyja's eyes widened in frustration as she watched Kiran direct the attack. Snapping her fingers, she shouted, "I won't let you!"

    Her Curse Directive forces surged forward, a regiment of Infantry, Bats, and Cavalry rushing to intercept Timerra and Fogado.

    But before they could get close, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr swiftly moved into position. Alear's Libération sword cut through the air, her strikes precise as she intercepted the first wave of enemies. "Timerra, Fogado," Alear shouted, glancing over her shoulder, "We'll handle these! Focus on the Armored Knights!"

    Fjorm, her Leiptr lance gleaming with frost, stepped forward, her icy breath visible in the air. "I'll keep the enemy mages and archers at bay," she added, her voice calm but firm as she cut down an approaching archer with one fluid motion.

    Seiðr, her staff glowing with magic, glanced urgently at Timerra and Fogado. "Hurry," she urged, firing off a barrage of magical energy to keep the Curse Directive at bay. "Take down the Armored Knights before Angeyja brings in more reinforcements!"

    Timerra smirked as she spun her spear once more, knocking back a Lance Infantry soldier before turning to face the towering knights. "That's exactly what Kiran told us to do," she said with unwavering confidence.

    Fogado grinned, nocking an arrow to his Sentinel Bow and taking aim at one of the Armored Knights. "Leave them to us," he called out, his voice full of anticipation. "These knights are going down."

    With a nod from Timerra, the two charged forward, their newly enhanced weapons ready to unleash their full potential against the armored behemoths that blocked their path. The battle around them roared on, but the pair's focus was laser-sharp, their sights set on dismantling the last line of defense standing between them and Angeyja.

    Timerra grinned as she charged at the Armored Knight wielding the Slaying Lance+, her eyes alight with determination. This was the very knight that had repelled Alear's earlier attack, and now it was her turn to take them on. With a swift motion, she swung her Desert Spear at the imposing enemy, the feathers on her weapon fluttering as it sliced through the air.

    The Armored Knight raised their lance to block her attack, metal clashing against metal with a sharp clang. They retaliated quickly, thrusting their Slaying Lance+ toward Timerra with brutal force. But as the strike approached, a miniature sandstorm began swirling around Timerra, the grains of sand glittering like stars in the air.

    Kiran, watching from a short distance, narrowed his eyes as he noticed the phenomenon. "Is that... one of Timerra's new abilities?" he murmured, intrigued by the shimmering dust storm encircling her.

    'Indeed it is,' Baldraz replied within the Breidablik. 'Timerra's unique skill that she gained as an Attuned Hero is called Sandstorm.'

    Timerra smirked as she parried the knight's counterattack with ease, her spear deflecting the lance's deadly thrust. "A one," she called out, twirling her Desert Spear with expert precision, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "And a two!"

    With a burst of energy, the swirling sandstorm around her intensified, enhancing the power of her strike. She lunged forward, her spear blazing through the air as if carried by the winds of the desert itself. The Armored Knight attempted to brace for impact, but Timerra's attack was swift and decisive.

    The Desert Spear, empowered by her new Sandstorm skill, shattered the Slaying Lance+ with a deafening crack, splintering it in the knight's grip. The force of her strike continued forward, striking the Armored Knight down with a single, devastating blow.

    As the Armored Knight was sent overboard due to the sheer force of Timerra's counterattack, Timerra stood tall, her spear at the ready and a triumphant grin plastered across her face. "Now that's what I call the desert's strength," she said, her voice brimming with pride.

    From across the battlefield, Angeyja's eyes widened in disbelief, her frustration growing. "How...?" she muttered, her grip on her Eistla Staff tightening as she realized her forces were crumbling before her.

    Fogado reared up on his horse, a confident grin on his face as he locked eyes with the Armored Knight wielding the Slaying Axe+, the same foe that had repelled Seiðr's earlier attack.

    "Leave that one to me!" Fogado called out, his voice brimming with excitement. Without missing a beat, Fogado swiftly reached for an arrow from his quiver and nocked it onto his newly enhanced Sentinel Bow.

    The Armored Knight, seeing the incoming attack, raised their Slaying Axe+ in defense, bracing for the impact. Fogado smirked as he released the arrow, watching it rapidly cut through the air. The Armored Knight parried the strike, but a sharp crack echoed across the battlefield as their mighty axe splintered from the sheer force of Fogado's shot.

    The knight's grip tightened on the damaged weapon, their resolve not yet broken. But Fogado was already preparing another strike, effortlessly drawing another arrow and nocking it on his bow.

    With a playful wink, Fogado declared, "Time to party!" and let loose the arrow with a flourish as his skill, Luna, had activated.

    Empowered by Luna, the second arrow flew with even greater speed and power, slamming into the Slaying Axe+. The weapon shattered in the knight's hands, fragments of steel scattering across the deck. The force of Fogado's shot sent the Armored Knight flying backward, their bulky armor offering no protection as they tumbled overboard, disappearing into the raging sea below with a heavy splash.

    Angeyja's eyes widened as both of her formidable Armored Knights had fallen, her frustration boiling over. She gripped her Eistla Staff tightly, her knuckles turning white as she glared at Kiran. "You and your accursed Heroes are forcing my hand!" she spat, her voice laced with fury.

    Kiran smirked in response, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Angeyja, if you're thinking about retreating," he said, casually resting his Breidablik on his shoulder. "This would be a good time to cut your losses and leave, now."

    Angeyja's glare intensified, her eyes burning with rage. "Retreat?!" she shouted, her voice trembling with anger. "Cease your mockery, you gods damn Summoner! I'll eviscerate you for that slight!"

    Angeyja snarled as she conjured a fireball from her Eistla Staff, her eyes blazing with fury. With a swift flick of her wrist, the fiery orb hurtled through the air toward Kiran. "You'll pay for your insult, Summoner!" she spat, the fireball casting an ominous glow as it barreled toward him. "Feel the Curse Directive's fire!"

    Kiran stood his ground, his hand on the Breidablik, but before he could react, Alear, locked in combat with one of the Curse Directive Bats, saw the impending danger. Her heart leaped into her throat, and she shouted, "Kiran! Dodge it!" She could only watch helplessly as the fireball closed in.

    But just as the flames neared, Fjorm noticed a flurry of icicles streaking across the battlefield. "Don't worry about Kiran!" she called to Alear, her voice calm and confident. Before Alear could ask why, the barrage of icicles collided with the fireball in midair. The two attacks neutralized each other in an explosion of ice and flame, sending shards and embers scattering across the deck.

    Everyone on the Elusian ship paused and looked up. Ivy and Hortensia descended from the sky, their wyvern and pegasus steady as they hovered above. Ivy's face was calm, her Icebound Tome still glowing faintly from the spell she had cast. "We arrived just in time," she said, her voice even. "It seems you could use our help."

    Hortensia, ever more energetic, steadied her pegasus and pointed her Arcane Charmer staff at Angeyja. "We promised to come back after escorting Lindon," she declared, her voice filled with righteous fury. "And now, Angeyja, you'll pay for insulting me and trying to hurt Kiran!"

    Angeyja's lips twisted into a mocking smile. "Oh? Is that a challenge, Princess Hortensia?" With a sharp snap of her fingers, a squadron of Curse Directive Pegasus Knights and Dark Fliers materialized around her, their weapons gleaming as they took formation. She gestured toward Hortensia with a smirk. "I'd like to see you try, little princess."

    Hortensia glared back, gripping her staff tightly, determination lighting her eyes. "Don't underestimate me!" she snapped. "I am the cutest princess of Elusia, after all!"

    As one of Angeyja's Pegasus Knights flew toward them, an arrow suddenly pierced the knight's armor, sending the rider plummeting to the ground. Fogado, grinning from ear to ear, lowered his Sentinel Bow, the satisfaction clear on his face. "Why not leave Angeyja's minions to me and the rest of us, Hortensia?" he called out confidently, nocking another arrow and taking aim at the next target.

    Kiran glanced at Hortensia, his Breidablik ready. "If you want the honor of defeating Angeyja, she's all yours," he said, offering her a slight nod of encouragement. His tone was calm but carried the weight of trust as if this battle had been building to this moment.

    Hortensia hesitated for a second and glanced over at her sister, Ivy, her eyes searching for guidance. Ivy, composed as always, met her gaze and gave a small, approving nod. "Hortensia, if you want to face Angeyja, do it," she said softly, her voice steady and full of faith. "I know you can."

    A bright smile spread across Hortensia's face as she readied her Arcane Charmer staff. Her determination flared as she turned to Kiran and said. "Thanks for believing in me. I won't let you down!"

    As if on cue, Angeyja's minions swarmed forward, targeting Alear and Kiran's group. Meanwhile, Angeyja herself locked her fiery gaze on Hortensia. "You'd think it would be that simple?!" she sneered as she raised her Eistla Staff. "As if I'll let you get close!"

    Before she could summon another fireball, something strange happened. Her vision blurred, and the world around her seemed to bend and twist, as if time itself had slipped from her control. She scowled, realizing too late that Seiðr had activated her Future-Focused ability again. The distortion caused Angeyja to misfire her attack, sending a fireball harmlessly into the sky.

    Seething with frustration, Angeyja whirled toward Seiðr, her staff shaking in her grip. "You interloping Vanir goddess!" she snarled, her fury evident. "You would dare impede me twice?!"

    Seiðr, calm and unwavering, leveled her gaze at Angeyja. "Your rampage ends here," she declared, her staff glowing with ethereal energy. "Revealing Light!"

    Seeing her chance, Hortensia urged her pegasus forward, its wings beating rapidly as they soared toward Angeyja. Determined, Hortensia's eyes locked onto her target. "This ends now, Angeyja!" she shouted, closing the distance between them as her staff glowed with an otherworldly light.

    As Hortensia charged through the sky, her Arcane Charmer staff glowing with an ominous light, her eyes were fixed on Angeyja. She raised the staff and aimed directly at her foe, determination fueling her every move.

    Angeyja, realizing the danger, frantically tried to lift her Eistla Staff in response, her brow furrowing in frustration. "Why can't I counterattack?!" she hissed under her breath, her usual confidence faltering.

    From the deck below, Kiran, still locked in combat with one of the Curse Directive Bats, fired his Breidablik, dispatching the enemy with ease. "I refined her Arcane Charmer beforehand," he muttered as he stared at the duel between Hortensia and Angeyja. "The moment Hortensia attacks, Angeyja has sealed her fate."

    Hortensia's staff glowed brighter as she conjured a barrage of heart-shaped icicles, each one swirling with magical energy. "Now, you've done it!" she shouted, her voice ringing out as she fired the spell.

    Angeyja's eyes widened in disbelief as the icicles hurtled toward her, too fast for her to react. The enchanted hearts struck her and her pegasus directly, causing the magical steed to disintegrate in a flurry of light. Angeyja let out a cry of shock and rage as she was flung from her saddle.

    "No! No! No!" Angeyja shouted as she tumbled helplessly. "Impossible! Beaten by...!"

    Angeyja's voice was cut short as she plunged into the ocean below, disappearing beneath the waves. With Angeyja's descent into the raging ocean, the Curse Directive forces began to crumble. Alear slashed through one last enemy before watching it disintegrate before her eyes. She exhaled deeply, relief flooding her features. "It's over..." she murmured, lowering her sword as she reverted to her normal form.

    Kiran, glancing around at the battlefield, sighed in relief as well. "Angeyja's forces are gone. She's soundly defeated," he said as he looked at the others. "We did it."

    But their victory was short-lived. The Elusian ship beneath them groaned and shuddered, taking immense damage during the fierce battle. As the wood creaked and splintered, Kiran quickly realized what was happening.

    "The ship's capsizing!" Kiran called out urgently, his eyes wide with alarm. "Everyone, back to the Firene ship, now!"

    Without hesitation, the group sprang into action. Alear, Fjorm, Seiðr, and the others hurried toward the Firene ship, helping each other across the broken deck as the Elusian ship tilted precariously. Hortensia and Ivy, guiding their mounts, swooped down to assist anyone falling behind.

    As they reached safety, the two Elusian ships groaned one last time before sinking beneath the ocean's surface, their broken hulls swallowed by the waves. The group stood aboard the Firene ship, watching as the final remnants of the battle disappeared beneath the water, their victory hard-won but complete.

    Kiran, catching his breath, glanced at everyone. "Thank the gods," he sighed in relief. "We've made it..."

    Timerra, with her Desert Spear still in hand, smiled. "Oh yeah!" she exclaimed. "That was a wild ride."

    "And we kicked it up a notch," Fogado chuckled, readying his Sentinel Bow. "Didn't we?"

    The group exchanged weary but victorious smiles, the weight of the battle finally lifting as they sailed away from the sinking ships, the battle with Angeyja behind them.
     
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    • In the dim light of her tent, Angeyja stirred, her body aching as she regained consciousness. She blinked, taking in her surroundings, the realization that she was back in her original form settling in. The memory of being thrown into the ocean in Elyos felt distant, almost like a bad dream. Her cursed body was gone, and she was herself again.

    As she sat up slowly, her tent flap rustled, and her brother, Shade, entered. His expression was calm, but his eyes searched her face with concern. "Angeyja…" he asked, his voice steady yet laced with an edge of worry. "Are you alright?"

    Angeyja sighed in relief, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "I'm fine, Shade. Stronger, yes... but using that cursed body..." she paused, her brow furrowing as her voice faltered, uncharacteristically vulnerable. "It felt wrong. The power was there, but it amplified everything—every negative thought, every emotion. I was consumed by it."

    Shade nodded, crossing his arms. "I know exactly how that feels," he said quietly. His gaze darkened for a moment, as though recalling his own experience.

    "Using a cursed body amplifies more than just your strength. It twists your mind, makes you feel like you're drowning in your hatred." Shade explained as he glanced at her, his tone softening. "You're not alone in that, but as members of the Curse Directive, drowning in our negative emotions is the price that we pay to enforce Ebony's desire to eliminate Kiran Pathfinder."

    Angeyja slowly stood from her bed, wobbling for a moment as she steadied herself. Shade moved to help, but she raised a hand, signaling she was fine. Her thoughts drifted for a moment, pondering her brother's words, and then she sighed. "I agree with Ebony's desire to get rid of the Summoner, but I need to deliver a report to Ebony about the outcome of the battle. Kiran Pathfinder and his Heroes… they best me. I have to go to her tent."

    Shade's mouth quirked in a wry smile. "Even if you annoy me to no end, Angeyja," he said, stepping back to give her space, "You're still my sister."

    Angeyja paused at the entrance to the tent, glancing over her shoulder at him. A small, unexpected smile crossed her lips. "I'm glad you still care, despite everything," she said softly. It was rare for her to show such warmth, but in that moment, she meant it.

    Shade returned her gaze, giving a slight nod. "Hm..." he muttered. "Always..."

    With a final look, Angeyja exited the tent, her heart lighter but her mind already turning to the report she would have to deliver to Ebony. Defeat was never easy to admit, but with her brother by her side, perhaps it wasn't as daunting as it once seemed.

    A few hours later, at the port side of the Firene ship, Fjorm and Timerra stood side by side, their conversation punctuated by the occasional sway of the ship beneath their feet. The rest of the group were scattered around in various parts of the ship, lounging around or sleeping in their beds, having earned it after their battle.

    Standing on the railing nearby, Kiran and Seiðr were conversing with Lindon. Kiran and Seiðr listened intently as Lindon expressed his gratitude.

    "The way you summoned Princess Timerra and Prince Fogado as Heroes was incredible," Lindon said to Kiran. "That's not the only thing that your relic can do, isn't it?"

    "Yeah, the Breidablik can do more than just summon people as Heroes," Kiran replied as he twirled the divine relic. "Lindon, the Breidablik can also open portals to places I've visited, like the Somniel."

    "The Somniel?" Lindon said as his curiosity peaked. "Can you open a portal for me?"

    "Sure, Lindon," Kiran replied. "Just tell Vander or Lumera that you're one of our new allies. I'm sure they'll welcome you with open arms."

    "Alright…" Lindon replied as he noticed a detail in Kiran's words. "Wait, Lumera? Didn't she pass on?"

    "Yes, Lumera has indeed died," Kiran revealed, his face sullen for a moment. "She fell in battle when Evil Veyle ransacked Lythos Castle."

    "But, worry no more," Seiðr answered in Kiran's stead. "Kiran managed to summon her back to life as a Hero, yet Lumera's role as the Queen of Lythos ended in her death."

    "Seiðr's right," Kiran interjected as he opened a portal using the Breidablik. "So Lindon, do you still want to go to Somniel?"

    "Of course," Lindon answered. "I never got to meet Queen Lumera… I mean, Lumera while she was still among the living, but I can talk to her now that she's summoned as a Hero under you. In that, I thank you, Kiran Pathfinder."

    As Lindon walked away from the port side and into the portal leading to Somniel, Kiran, and Seiðr turned their attention towards Fjorm and Timerra keenly, listening to their banter as the sea breeze whipped gently around them.

    Timerra proudly held up her Desert Spear, its gleaming points adorned with feathers that fluttered in the wind. She twirled it in her hand, a grin spreading across her face. "Look at this beauty, Fjorm," she said, her voice brimming with excitement. "My Desert Spear looks awesome, doesn't it?"

    Fjorm smiled softly and lifted her lance, the Leiptr, allowing its icy-blue steel to catch the setting sun's light. "It's impressive, but my Leiptr is just as majestic, wouldn't you say?" Fjorm replied, admiring Timerra's weapon. "It is said Leiptr was forged in the Kingdom of Nifl's highest peak and blessed by Lady Nifl herself."

    Kiran, observing them closely, nodded with approval. He glanced between the two lances, noting their differences and shared potential. "Despite the obvious distinctions," he remarked, stepping forward slightly. "Both the Leiptr and the Desert Spear have a unique power—they allow you to counterattack ranged foes."

    "So, please get along," Seiðr persuaded as she mediated between Fjorm and Timerra. "As fellow Heroes, we mustn't swayed by our differences. Instead, we should appreciate our differences because each of our unique attributes contributes to our prowess as Heroes."

    As Seiðr mediated between her and Fjorm, Timerra chuckled, her eyes sparkling. "Seems like our lances have more in common than I thought," she admitted. She cast a warm glance at Fjorm. "I feel a sort of camaraderie with you now, Fjorm. We may come from different lands, but we're more alike than I imagined."

    Fjorm nodded, a soft smile crossing her lips. "I feel the same, Timerra. There's strength in that bond."

    As the conversation lulled, Fjorm noticed Kiran's attention drifting. His gaze had shifted toward the starboard side of the ship, where Alear and Ivy were standing, deep in conversation themselves. She glanced at him knowingly, her voice gentle as she spoke. "Kiran," she said, her eyes following his line of sight. "Why don't you go to them? Alear and Ivy could use your company."

    "I can tell Alear and Ivy are going to start an important conversation," Seiðr said to Kiran. "You should go to them. They might have something important to say."

    Kiran turned, a bit surprised, but then he smiled, appreciative of Fjorm's thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Fjorm and Seiðr," he said warmly. "You two are always so considerate."

    With a nod from both Fjorm, Seiðr, and Timerra, Kiran made his way toward the starboard. Fjorm and Timerra watched him go, their conversation turning lighter as the ship sailed forward, their lances resting by their sides, symbols of their newfound connection.

    As Kiran approached the starboard side of the ship, he caught sight of Alear and Ivy standing together, the sea breeze tousling their hair as they gazed out at the horizon. Kiran smiled and raised a hand in greeting. "Alear, Ivy," he called as he drew near. "How are things?"

    Alear turned to him, her familiar warm smile lighting up her face. "Kiran," she greeted him back. "We're doing well. Ivy has something important to discuss."

    Kiran's gaze shifted to Ivy, who looked more serious than usual. Alear gave Ivy an encouraging nod before falling silent, waiting for her to speak.

    Ivy took a breath, her eyes briefly lingering on the endless blue waters before meeting Kiran's gaze. "We're now in Elusian waters," she informed them, her voice steady.

    Kiran's brow furrowed in thought. "Elusian waters, huh?" he repeated. "What do you suggest we do next?"

    Ivy folded her arms across her chest, considering her words carefully. "We should sail toward Givre Port," she advised. "It's a small town, but close to both the castle and the cathedral. We can gather intel there discreetly before making any moves."

    Alear nodded, a spark of determination in her eyes. "That's good to know, Ivy," she said, her voice firm with resolve. "I'll inform the others about this plan."

    Ivy offered Alear a grateful look, her usually guarded demeanor softening. "Thank you, Divine One," she admitted. "I'm grateful for everything you've done, especially for granting me and my retainers asylum when we needed it most."

    Alear shook her head lightly, her smile gentle. "It was the right thing to do, Ivy," she said. "I never doubted it for a moment."

    Ivy's attention then shifted to Kiran. Her voice softened as she addressed him. "Kiran… despite how we started—enemies on the battlefield—I've found a new sense of purpose since you summoned me as a Hero. It feels like I'm finally able to help Elusia in the way I've always wanted."

    Kiran's expression was thoughtful, his eyes meeting Ivy's with understanding. "It wasn't just the summoning," he replied. "Your determination and resolve to save Elusia from Sombron —that's what made it possible for me to call upon you as a Hero. Now, we're one step closer to saving all of Elyos."

    The three of them stood in silence for a moment, feeling the weight of the mission ahead. As the ship sailed onward, the silhouette of Givre Port came into view in the distance, the sun streaking across the midday sky, casting a hopeful glow over the water.

    Together, they gazed out at the approaching port, their resolve stronger than ever.

    And there you go! This chapter marks the end of the most recent installment of Emblems and Heroes. And it also marks the first anniversary of this fanfic!

    I want to thank everyone who offered advice in brainstorming this story from the bottom of my heart, and for reading this fanfic up to this point.

    And here are several Stingers this time.

    In the metaphysical confines of the Breidablik, Baldraz, the enigmatic spirit, observed the inner workings of the divine artifact. As the gears of the Breidablik continued to turn, his brows furrowed as he noticed subtle changes in the divine artifact's power.

    "The Breidablik is changing the moment Kiran began summoning Heroes from Elyos," Baldraz muttered. "It's absorbing the leftover energies that the Emblems are emitting... In what outcomes these changes will offer remains to be seen..."

    Then, a portal appeared near Baldraz. As he inspected the portal, he noted its magical energies and composition.

    "This portal... It is a gateway made of blue flames," Baldraz pondered. "I wonder if I enter this..."

    The moment Baldraz put his right hand into the portal, he was sucked right in, leaving the metaphysical confines of the Breidablik empty for the time being.

    In the vast, glowing expanse of the metaphysical realm, Emblem Sigurd stood at the center, his arms crossed, his expression thoughtful. Around him, the spectral forms of his fellow Emblems — Lucina, Corrin, Byleth, Eirika, Ephraim, Ike, Lyn, and Leif—hovered, each radiating their unique presence.

    Emblem Sigurd broke the silence, his deep voice resonating. "Alear and Kiran's army are returning to Elusia, where we have been separated from our fellow Emblems," he said, his eyes narrowing in contemplation. "And yet, we must find a way to reunite."

    Emblem Lucina stepped forward, her gaze sharp yet filled with hope. "Once all twelve Emblems are gathered," she began, her voice carrying a calm certainty. "We can grant a miracle, a miracle that can be bestowed upon a mortal once every thousand years. That time is approaching."

    The suggestion seemed to hang in the air, and Emblem Eirika was the first to respond. "Perhaps we should use that miracle for Lumera," she said, her tone earnest. "She gave so much for the Divine One. It would be right to empower her."

    Her brother, Emblem Ephraim, nodded in agreement. "Lumera's strength and wisdom could help guide them through these dark times. I think it's a noble cause."

    Before the thought could gain momentum, Emblem Lyn interjected, her brow furrowed with concern. "We shouldn't use that power on Lumera," she said firmly. "Kiran has already summoned her back as a Hero. If we use the miracle now, it might disrupt the balance, or worse—she may not even need it."

    Emblem Ike, ever pragmatic, crossed his arms and nodded in agreement with Emblem Lyn. "I'm with her," he said in his deep, steady voice. "We can't keep looking to the past. What's done is done. We need to focus on the future and the challenges ahead, not try to change what's already happened."

    Emblem Byleth, standing stoically with his arms at his sides, spoke next. His voice was measured, calm as always. "Emblems Lyn and Ike are right. We must weigh our choices carefully. The miracle should be used wisely, for something that can alter the course of the future, not restore the past."

    A moment of silence fell as the Emblems considered these words, but it was Emblem Corrin who broke it. Her eyes softened with a gentle understanding as she looked around at her fellow Emblems. "I sense something," she said, her tone tinged with caution. "Another presence is entering this realm…"

    Suddenly, the air around them crackled with energy. A portal, formed from swirling blue flames, materialized before them. The flames flickered and danced, casting eerie shadows over the Emblems. Some of them tensed, hands reaching for their weapons, while others looked on with curiosity.

    "What is this?" Emblem Leif murmured, his voice steady yet filled with caution.

    Emblem Eirika's fingers twitched as her eyes narrowed. "A new force... but is it friend or foe?"

    Emblem Sigurd's expression darkened as he stared into the heart of the blue flames. "We must be ready. Whatever comes through that portal, it may alter the balance of our world—and theirs."

    The Emblems stood united, watching as the flames swirled faster, bracing for what—or who—would emerge from the portal.

    The blue flames of the portal shimmered, swirling with a hypnotic pull, until a figure stepped out. Cloaked in a brown hood and cape with gold highlights, the man's presence seemed both ethereal and commanding. His footsteps echoed lightly across the metaphysical plane as he approached the gathered Emblems.

    Lowering his hood, the man revealed a calm, yet inscrutable expression. "I am Baldraz," he said in a deep, resonant voice. "The spirit who resides within Kiran's Breidablik."

    "Baldraz…" Emblem Lucina pondered. "I remember hearing a voice during the battle earlier when I was engaged with Alear. So, it was you."

    Baldraz's gaze swept across the faces of the Emblems, respectful yet direct. "Yes, but I did not mean to intrude upon your conversation. As I was tending to the Breidablik, a portal appeared before me," he explained. "Out of curiosity, I felt compelled to step through."

    Sigurd, standing tall with his usual noble bearing, regarded Baldraz with curious intensity. "Baldraz…" Sigurd began, his words slow and deliberate, "When you spoke to Alear and Kiran... we, the Emblems, have never had the chance to meet you face to face. I would say this meeting has been long overdue."

    Baldraz nodded respectfully. "It is an honor to finally meet you properly, Emblems of Elyos," he replied, his voice laced with genuine humility.

    Emblem Leif, standing beside Sigurd with his arms loosely folded, eyed Baldraz thoughtfully. "We were just discussing what our next move should be," he explained, his tone measured but curious. "Things are shifting rapidly, and we must decide the course of action. Your timing is... intriguing."

    Emblem Lucina stepped forward, her eyes sharp with focus. "The conversation we were about to have," she said, her voice calm yet purposeful, "It's about Kiran and the impact he has had—and continues to have—on Elyos. His arrival has brought change, but also uncertainty. We wish to understand his role more deeply."

    Baldraz's expression softened, a knowing look flashing across his face as he nodded slowly. "Kiran Pathfinder," he began, "is an anomaly in this world, much like I am."

    "Oh?" Emblem Corrin replied, intrigued by Baldraz's revelation. "Can you please elaborate?"

    "Kiran's presence has altered the very course of fate of Elyos, even more so as he summons several people from this world as Heroes," Baldraz explained. "I have watched him closely and guided him when I could. Kiran Pathfinder is bound by duty, but also by something deeper—his resolve to protect not just Elyos, but Zenith – the Nine Realms as well."

    The Emblems exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued.

    Emblem Ike spoke next, his voice firm and direct. "Kiran's strength isn't just in his power to summon people as Heroes. He's a fighter in his own right, but there's something more that drives him," he asked Baldraz. "What do you see, Baldraz? What's his true purpose here?"

    Baldraz met Ike's gaze with steady eyes. "Kiran is more than just a Summoner. His Breidablik—our bond—holds the power to bridge worlds. His purpose is to unite and bring forth heroes who can save Elyos from the forces that threaten it. But…" he hesitated briefly, his brow furrowing. "There are greater forces at play. Forces that neither he nor I fully understand."

    "Like the Curse Directive?" Emblem Corrin pondered. "As I have heard others have explained this before, this group seems bent on eliminating Kiran at any cost."

    "Yes, the Curse Directive is one of many enemies that Kiran and the Order of Heroes face," Baldraz answered. "And without a doubt, there will be other enemies aside from them and Sombron in the future."

    Emblem Lyn, her voice gentle but tinged with caution, chimed in. "Do you sense something we don't, Baldraz? Is there a danger we have yet to see?"

    Baldraz paused, his gaze growing distant for a moment as if contemplating the weight of his answer. "As a reminder, even we cannot foresee how events can change. At best, we can speculate and adapt to how things change," he explained. "However, Kiran's role may be pivotal, not just in Elyos, but also in the Nine Realms."

    The Emblems fell silent, the gravity of Baldraz's words hanging heavily in the air.

    "And that's not all," Baldraz elaborated. "The Breidablik, the divine artifact that allows Kiran to summon Heroes, is changing. It's absorbing the leftover energies that you all emit as Emblems."

    The moment Baldraz said those words, the Emblems pondered the implications for a bit. Then, Emblem Sigurd stepped forward and he turned his attention towards Baldraz.

    "Is that so?" Emblem Sigurd spoke, intrigued at what Baldraz had revealed so far. "It seems us Emblems are also changing Kiran's summoning artifact."

    "Most people don't realize that change between two or more things affects all things," Emblem Byleth elaborated. "Most favor one thing over the other."

    "I still remember that conversation back at Solm's Northern Fortress," Emblem Ike huffed. "It seems more and more likely that we Emblems can be summoned by Kiran as Heroes."

    "And I'll say this once again," Emblem Lucina added as she stared at Baldraz. "If us Emblems were to be summoned under Kiran, we would lend our support to him without question."

    "I agree," Emblem Sigurd nodded. "Kiran has done so much to not only Alear and Lumera but also to us Emblems and the rest of the people of Elyos. If I were to be summoned by him as a Hero, I would be honored to guide him and fight alongside him, both as an Emblem and as a Hero."

    Finally, Emblem Corrin spoke again, her voice filled with quiet determination. "If Kiran is at the heart of this, we will stand with him alongside Alear. Together, we can ensure that Elyos and Zenith are protected."

    Baldraz inclined his head in agreement. "I will continue to guide him as best I can, like you Emblems guide Alear. And now, with the Emblems and Heroes in the same path, all of our strength will be needed in the trials ahead."

    Emblem Sigurd, after a moment of contemplation, stepped forward, extending a hand toward Baldraz. "Then let us stand as allies, Baldraz. The future of Elyos and Zenith may depend on our unity."

    Baldraz took Sigurd's hand, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips. "Together," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "We may just provide Kiran, Alear, and their allies the strength to change fate itself."

    As the portal behind Baldraz slowly closed, the Emblems stood resolute, their shared purpose clear. With Baldraz's insight and Kiran's leadership, the path ahead, though fraught with danger, seemed just a bit more hopeful.

    In the dimly lit tent of the Curse Directive encampment, Ebony sat hunched over a parchment, her quill scratching across the paper with determined strokes. The knock-off Breidablik rested on the table beside her, a twisted imitation of the divine weapon. The air was thick with anticipation as she meticulously jotted down the details of Angeyja's report about her battle against Kiran and his Heroes.

    Suddenly, a cold wind swept through the tent, and a portal, swirling with dark, formless energy, opened near the entrance. A presence more ancient and terrifying than any mortal force stepped through the portal. Towering, draped in shadows that seemed to pulse with the void, Ginnungagap, the Ruler of Nothingness, emerged. Her single, eldritch eye locked onto Ebony, unblinking and filled with an unfathomable depth.

    Ebony, not one to flinch in the face of such a being, looked up from her parchment. "It's been a while since you last visited the encampment, Ginnungagap," she remarked, her voice steady, though her dark eyes gleamed with intrigue.

    Ginnungagap's form shifted subtly as if the shadows themselves were moving beneath her. Her gaze flickered to the knock-off Breidablik resting on the table. "Indeed, it has been a while since I walked the mortal realms," Ginnungagap replied, her voice echoing with an otherworldly cadence. "I see you' have been... ambitious. Crafting a false Breidablik, imitating a divine relic wielded by Kiran Pathfinder. Bold."

    A small smirk curved across Ebony's lips. She leaned back in her chair, folding her arms. "Compelled, perhaps," she said, her tone teasing as if daring Ginnungagap to challenge her. "I couldn't resist the allure of building a replica of such a powerful artifact."

    Ginnungagap tilted her head, the void shifting with her movement. "It is a pale imitation, but intriguing nonetheless. I can offer something to you, Ebony," she said, her voice lowering, thick with promise. "If you desire it, I can lend my power—enhance your false Breidablik, imbue it with eldritch energies that even Kiran's original may not possess."

    Ebony's smirk widened, but before she agreed, her curiosity got the better of her. "Before I accept such an offer, Ginnungagap," she began, standing from her seat and circling her table slowly, "I find myself curious. What have you been up to, aside from gracing me with your presence?"

    The Ruler of Nothingness stilled, her eldritch eye narrowing ever so slightly. "I have sown... something in the Realm of Dreams," Ginnungagap said cryptically, her voice curling like smoke. "But it is none of your concern, Ebony. Focus instead on the power you crave here."

    Ebony's gaze lingered on Ginnungagap, sensing there was far more to that cryptic answer than the being was letting on. But Ebony knew better than to push too far with one as powerful as Ginnungagap. Nodding thoughtfully, she leaned over the table once more and traced her fingers along the knock-off Breidablik's cold surface.

    "I accept your offer," Ebony said, her voice filled with confidence and dark ambition. "Let's see what eldritch power can truly do to this false Breidablik."

    Ginnungagap's shadowy form twisted, her eye glowing brighter as she extended her hand. Tendrils of darkness poured from her, wrapping around the knock-off Breidablik. The tent filled with an eerie hum as the artifact began to pulse with unnatural energy.

    "You shall see, Ebony," Ginnungagap whispered, her voice a cold caress. "With my power over nothingness, your ambitions will reach farther than you have ever imagined."

    As the tendrils fused with the false Breidablik, Ebony watched, her heart racing in anticipation of the chaos that this new weapon could unleash.

    In the skies of Alfheimr, the Realm of Dreams, the four alfar—Peony, Mirabilis, Triandra, and Plumeria—soared gracefully, their wings shimmering in the ethereal light of their dreamlike world. They moved with purpose, ensuring the stability of the realm. The air was calm, but Peony remained alert, her eyes scanning their surroundings.

    "Is everything in order?" Peony asked, her voice bright yet laced with a hint of concern. She glanced back at her companions, waiting for their reports.

    Triandra, ever vigilant, looked across the field of view in the dreamscape. "I haven't seen anything strange," she replied, her tone cool and measured as always.

    Plumeria, floating beside Triandra, added, "No, petal-soft," Her voice carried a touch of relief, though her expression remained distant. "Nothing unusual here either."

    Mirabilis, however, yawned as she trailed slightly behind the others. Her dreamy, half-asleep gaze caught something in the distance. Blinking slowly, she pointed ahead with a lazy gesture. "I... think I see someone over there," she mumbled drowsily. "Far away."

    Peony's expression shifted, her concern deepening. "Then we should go to them right away!" she exclaimed, her wings fluttering with urgency. She led the group, flying towards the figure Mirabilis had spotted.

    As they drew closer, the figure became clearer—a small, disheveled young girl with white hair cascading over her shoulders. Her red eyes glowed faintly, and two small horns peeked through her hair. She wore a simple white dress with a blue cape and matching boots, though her appearance was ragged as if she had been wandering for some time.

    The girl looked up as they approached, her voice soft and weary. "I'm... I'm so glad to see people... I've been alone for so long," she whispered, her eyes searching theirs for reassurance. "My name... is Eitr. And I..."

    Before any of the alfar could respond, Eitr's body gave out, and she collapsed onto the soft dreamscape floor.

    Peony gasped, rushing forward to kneel beside her. "Oh no!" she exclaimed, gently lifting Eitr's head. "We need to get her to Lord Freyr and Lady Freyja's castle immediately. She needs help!"

    Mirabilis yawned again, though her worry was clear as she crouched beside Peony. "She looks... exhausted. Poor thing."

    "Peony," Triandra muttered as she got a good look at Eitr's appearance. "Haven't you noticed that this girl… Eitr... resembles Lady Freyja?"

    "I agree with Triandra here," Plumeria acknowledged. "This Eitr girl resembles Lady Freyja a lot. It's uncanny, even to me."

    "We'll worry about the similarities later!" Peony urged, her wings fluttering furiously. "We need to bring this girl back to the castle before she succumbs to exhaustion!"

    Plumeria and Triandra exchanged glances before stepping in, and together, the four alfar gently lifted Eitr's unconscious form, their wings fluttering as they took to the sky once more. Eitr's small, fragile frame lay limp in their arms, and they moved with swift determination.

    As they flew back toward the castle of Freyr and Freyja, the dreamlike landscape of Alfheimr shimmered around them, but none of them were focused on the beauty of their realm. All their attention was on the mysterious girl they had just found, and what her sudden appearance might mean for the Realm of Dreams.

    Emblems And Heroes

    A Fire Emblem Heroes x Fire Emblem Engage Crossover

    Chapter 26: Battle in a Ghost Town!

    See you next time!    ​
     
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    • Welcome to the latest chapter of Emblems and Heroes!

    The Fire Emblem franchise belongs to Intelligent Systems. I am writing this crossover only for the readers' fun, entertainment, and enjoyment.

    Now, let us begin this chapter.

    The expansive main hall of the Kingdom of Askr was filled with anticipation and tension. With a serious expression, Commander Anna approached the large wooden table where Alfonse, Sharena, and Veronica were seated. She carried a stack of parchments, which she purposefully placed in front of them.

    "These are the latest battle reports from the seas of Elyos," Commander Anna announced, her voice echoing slightly in the grand chamber. "Alfonse, Sharena… You'll want to take a look at them."

    Alfonse reached for one of the reports, his eyes scanning the lines of text intently. After a moment, he read the battle reports, his expression grave. "It seems the Curse Directive did attack Kiran yesterday," he said. "But he and his Heroes managed to thwart the assault."

    Sharena, leaning over to read another page of the report, released a small gasp of excitement. "Not only did Kiran repel the Curse Directive," she remarked, "But he also summoned Timerra and Fogado as Heroes. I can't wait to meet them when the time comes!"

    Veronica, sipping her tea, held another page of the report in her delicate hands. Her eyes narrowed as she read, and she spoke with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I see," she surmised. "Kiran and his allies are approaching the Kingdom of Elusia."

    Alfonse nodded, his expression thoughtful as he continued to read. "The Firene ship they're on is heading towards Givre Port."

    Veronica set her tea down, her brow furrowing slightly. "Sombron and his minions likely laid a trap for Kiran," she remarked, her voice laced with worry. "We should be prepared for the worst."

    Sharena looked up from the report, her voice filled with confidence. "Don't worry, Veronica," she reassured. "Kiran can summon Heroes if he needs to. He's resourceful and strong."

    Commander Anna, listening to their exchange, offered a small smile. However, there was a hint of unease in her eyes. "I can't help but have a bad feeling about what awaits them at Givre Port," she admitted. "We should stay vigilant and be ready to assist Kiran if he summons any of us."

    The room fell into a thoughtful silence as they all contemplated the challenges that lay ahead for Kiran and his allies. The weight of their responsibilities hung heavy in the air but so did their unwavering determination to protect their world and those they cared about.

    Meanwhile, in the dimly lit corridors of the underground bedroom chamber, Zephia, one of Sombron's Hounds, was observing the sleeping form of Evil Veyle, who was lying on her bed, twisting and writhing in her sleep.

    "Divine One, Summoner…" Evil Veyle muttered. "That defect… Curse them all..."

    "Goodness," Zephia muttered as she shook her head. "Poor Evil Veyle… She must have nightmares after our… defeat at the hands of the Divine One and Kiran Pathfinder."

    Then, Zephia glanced at the metal helmet that lay in a drawer near Evil Veyle's bedroom, the very same helmet that Lord Sombron gave her to have Evil Veyle wear to stabilize her power.

    "Hmm, she's not going to wake up today," Zephia mused as she remembered what Lord Sombron had instructed her. "A shame… I suppose there is always tomorrow or the next day at least."

    After closing the door to Evil Veyle's chambers, Zephia made her way stealthily through the shadows. Her footsteps echoed softly against the cold stone walls as she approached one of the underground room's corners. There, she found the two remaining Hounds, Marni and Griss, waiting for her.

    Marni, her eyes sharp and inquisitive, was the first to speak. "How did yesterday's report to Lord Sombron go?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of concern and curiosity.

    Griss, leaning against the wall with a smirk, snickered. "I bet Lord Sombron's furious that we lost two Emblem Rings and one of our own, Mauvier, turned traitor," he said, his tone laced with a mocking edge.

    Marni's glare was swift and stern. "Don't mention Mauvier's name in front of me," she snapped, her voice filled with a mix of anger and pain. "Hmph! I still can't believe he'd turn his back on us!"

    "Whoa, whoa…" Griss replied as he mockingly held up his arms. "What's gotten into you, Marni?"

    Sensing the tension, Zephia interjected quickly. "Stop arguing," she said, her voice firm but calm. "We all still feel the impact of Mauvier's betrayal and defection to the Divine One and Kiran Pathfinder."

    Marni dropped the topic about Mauvier, her expression softening slightly. "You didn't answer my first question," she said to Zephia, her voice returning to its usual composure.

    Zephia sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Lord Sombron simply scolded me for our failure," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

    Marni and Griss exchanged glances, their expressions mirroring a mix of relief and unease as they processed what Zephia had revealed. The weight of their recent failures hung heavy in the air, but so did their determination to make amends and prove their worth to their lord.

    Upon hearing Zephia's explanation, Marni let out a smug smile. "Ha! Lord Sombron must be showing his affection towards all of us!" she boasted, her voice filled with pride and satisfaction. "I'm sure he praises me for my efforts!"

    Griss, however, had other concerns on his mind. "What about Evil Veyle?" he asked, turning to Zephia. "I've been hearing her murmurs and whispers in her room during the night. I could barely sleep, you know?"

    Marni looked at Griss in disbelief. "You're calling Lady Veyle that moniker too?" she questioned, her voice tinged with a hint of disbelief. "I thought that Kiran guy called her that first!"

    Zephia interjected, her voice firm and authoritative. "Yes, despite the moniker 'Evil Veyle' coined by Kiran Pathfinder, Lord Sombron deems the epithet appropriate," she explained. "Thus, we will all address Lady Veyle as 'Evil Veyle' from now on."

    Marni sighed in resignation. "Fine," she conceded, her voice laced with a hint of reluctance. "I'll call her that, but I don't like that name."

    Zephia then turned her attention to Griss, showcasing an enchanted helmet in front of them. "And to answer your question, Griss," she said, "Lord Sombron gave me this enchanted helmet to stabilize Evil Veyle's powers."

    Griss whistled, his eyes widening in appreciation. "At least Evil Veyle will murmur and whisper less at night with that helmet," he remarked, a grin spreading across his face. "Seriously..."

    "Good," Zephia said in a serious expression. "Is there any other news I need to know?"

    Marni and Griss exchanged glances, their expressions thoughtful as they considered Zephia's question. The underground chamber was filled with a tense silence as Zephia awaited their answer, her gaze steady and unyielding.

    As Zephia waited for their answer, Marni finally replied, her voice grave. "Two of our warships encountered the Divine One and Kiran's ship," she said. "Both warships were sunk."

    Griss snickered, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "There's no stopping the Divine One and Kiran's army," he remarked. "Their ship is sailing towards Elusia as we speak."

    Zephia muttered under her breath, her brow furrowed in thought. "Our foes are moving faster than expected," she admitted. "We need a way to bide some time."

    Marni, her eyes gleaming with determination, raised her hand. "I want to volunteer," she declared. "Since Mauvier defected to the Divine One and Kiran's army, I want to kill him for his betrayal."

    Zephia smiled at Marni, a hint of approval in her eyes. "You're too eager to volunteer, Marni," she said. "But very well. I'll bring in additional Corrupted reinforcements for you."

    Marni's smile widened, her voice filled with anticipation. "With that, I'll get most of the praise," she boasted. "Especially as I confront the traitorous Mauvier."

    Zephia nodded, her expression serious. "Of course you will," she instructed. "Now go to Givre Port and await your next orders."

    Marni nodded in acknowledgment before turning and leaving the underground chamber, her footsteps echoing in the dimly lit corridor.

    Once Marni had departed, Zephia turned her attention back to Griss, her voice low as they discussed one more detail. The underground chamber was filled with a tense atmosphere, the weight of their plans and the upcoming confrontation hanging heavy in the air.

    "Sometimes," Zephia muttered as she sighed in relief. "Taking care of family isn't easy..."

    As Marni left the underground chamber, her footsteps fading into the distance, Griss turned to Zephia, his expression thoughtful. "Sure it is," he dryly remarked, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity. "By the way, you didn't mention to Marni that there are two Veyles."

    Zephia replied calmly, her gaze steady. "I didn't feel the need because Marni will see it for herself," she explained. "Evil Veyle has confirmed to me that Kiran has somehow managed to summon the defective Veyle to his side, but it doesn't matter. To Lord Sombron, Evil Veyle will always be the true Veyle."

    Griss shrugged as he heard Zephia's explanation. "Heh," he snickered as he barely contained his smirk. "If you say so..."

    Zephia, however, had one more thing to discuss. Her voice took on a more serious note. "There is another matter we need to address," she said. "It's about Lord Sombron's other child—a lost daughter."

    Griss raised an eyebrow, surprise evident in his voice. "I didn't know Lord Sombron had another kid," he admitted. "So, what did Lord Sombron say about this kid?"

    Zephia nodded, her expression grave. "Lord Sombron's orders are clear," she stated. "We are to find that girl and eliminate her by any means necessary."

    Griss shrugged again, his voice hinting at skepticism. "Sure, if we can find this mystery girl, that is," he said, his tone indicating he wasn't entirely convinced of the task's feasibility.

    Zephia's gaze remained steady, her resolve unwavering. The underground chamber was filled with a tense silence as they both contemplated the implications of their new mission. The weight of their responsibilities hung heavy in the air, but so did their determination to carry out their lord's commands.

    Emblems And Heroes

    A Fire Emblem Heroes x Fire Emblem Engage Crossover

    Chapter 26: Battle in a Ghost Town!    ​

    Meanwhile, onboard the Firene ship, Kiran Pathfinder looked at the Breidablik as he sat on a chair at the starboard, staring at the divine artifact that enabled him to summon Heroes. The Breidablik was glowing in a white and gold aura, signifying that it was absorbing energy from somewhere.

    "Baldraz," Kiran inquired. "Did something happen to the Breidablik?"

    "Yes," Baldraz answered within the divine artifact. "As you know, the Breidablik is still absorbing leftover energies from the Emblems themselves. I have discussed this with the Emblems we have right now."

    "Good to know," Kiran muttered as he heard footsteps coming his way. "Please inform me of any notable changes later on."

    Then, Kiran turned his attention away from the Breidablik and onto the people who made those footsteps, which were Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr.

    "Kiran, there you are," Alear beamed. "I didn't know you were leaning in the starboard."

    "Kiran," Fjorm explained. "We're approaching Givre Port soon."

    "Everyone else on this ship is waiting for you," Seiðr said as she smiled at Kiran. "It is best not to keep everyone else waiting."

    As the three Heroes on his side stared at him, Kiran let out a smile as he holstered his Breidablik and stood up from his chair. Kiran stared at the horizon, where the seaside town of Givre Port was visible to the naked eye.

    "Alright," Kiran replied. "Let's get ready to disembark at Givre Port."

    Meanwhile, on one of the outlying piers of Givre Port, Saphir, an aged captain of Brodia's Royal Guard clad in plate mail, viewed the approaching Firene ship.

    "Wait, that's a Firene ship," Saphir said as she looked at the two particular people on the Firene ship. "And I can see the Divine Dragon and Kiran Pathfinder on that ship. Don't tell me they're planning to dock here?"

    Then, Saphir noticed that she was surrounded by a haze of purple miasma, and three Corrupted soldiers emerged from the miasma, ready to fight her.

    "Guess I've got no choice but to cut my way through these moldering bastards," Saphir muttered as she readied her Brave Axe. "Time to crack some skulls..."

    A short while later, Alear and Kiran stepped foot into one of the piers in Givre Port for the first time. Behind them, a formidable group followed: Fjorm, Seiðr, Alfred, Diamant, Ivy, and Timerra.

    Alear surveyed the area, her voice filled with curiosity and caution. "We've arrived in Givre Port," she announced, her gaze sweeping over the quiet surroundings.

    Standing beside her, Kiran spoke with a hint of unease. "Alear, the whole port town is quiet," he remarked. "I don't like this..."

    Fjorm, her eyes narrowing as she looked around, voiced her concern. "I'm as perplexed as you are," she said. "Ports are usually bustling with people."

    Ivy, thoughtfully interjected. "I agree with Kiran and Fjorm," she replied. "I don't like the silence perturbing the town."

    Seiðr, her senses heightened, spoke with a grave tone. "I can sense dark energies in Givre Port," she revealed. "I have a bad feeling about this."

    Suddenly, a Corrupted soldier leaped upon the group, its movements swift and menacing. Before anyone could react, Timerra intercepted the attack, her Desert Spear flashing as she took down the Corrupted soldier with precision. Timerra turned to Alear and Kiran, her voice steady as the downed Corrupted soldier dissolved into vapor.

    "Since the Corrupted are here," Timerra said, her expression grim. "They must've slain all the townsfolk already. So, got any ideas on what we need to do next?"

    Everyone's attention turned to Alear and Kiran, whose faces were stern as they contemplated their next move. The weight of their decision hung heavy in the air, the silence of the port town now filled with a sense of impending danger and the need for swift action.

    Before Alear and Kiran could reply, the group heard metal boots clanking as Marni approached them. Her steps were deliberate and her expression stern as she addressed the group.

    "Marni," Alear grimaced. "What are you doing here?"

    "Well, if it isn't the Divine One, the Summoner, and the rest of your lame allies. The Corrupted army stationed here slaughtered the townsfolk and is now around Givre Port," Marni announced, her voice cold and matter-of-fact. "Although your guess is spot-on, I can admit to that."

    Ivy, her eyes widening in horror, covered her mouth with her hand. "Those poor townsfolk of Givre Port," she whispered, her voice filled with sorrow. "Gone."

    "Damn it," Diamant grumbled as he shook his hand. "We were too late."

    "So many unnecessary deaths," Alfred grimaced. "All of this could've been avoided."

    Marni then pointed her finger at Kiran, her gaze unyielding. "Now that's out of the way," she declared, her voice laced with anger and contempt. "I demand to see the traitorous Mauvier. I know he's on your ship! Bring him here!"

    Kiran stared back at Marni, his expression unwavering. "If you want to see Mauvier badly," he replied, his voice steady. "Then you'll get your wish, and then some."

    Just then, from the Firene ship, Mauvier quickly galloped his horse to the pier, Veyle riding alongside him. As they reached the group, Mauvier spoke, his voice firm. "Marni," he commanded. "Cease your foolishness!"

    Marni let out a devious smirk, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why should I, you traitor?!" she retorted. "You, along with the Divine One, the Summoner, and the rest of your allies, are here, ready to be slaughtered and plundered."

    Veyle disembarked from Mauvier's horse, her gaze fixed on Marni. "Whatever you and Sombron are planning now," she stated, her voice filled with conviction. "It won't work."

    Marni paused, her eyes widening slightly as she stared at Veyle. She hadn't expected to see another Veyle besides the one she knew, loyal to Lord Sombron. The realization left her momentarily speechless, the tension in the air palpable as the group awaited her response.

    Marni glared at Veyle, her eyes narrowing as she grumbled under her breath. "Zephia didn't mention that there's a second Veyle apart from the one I know," she muttered, her voice laced with irritation.

    "Hm?" Kiran remarked. "Zephia didn't bother telling you?"

    Regaining her composure, Marni spoke with renewed confidence. "It… It doesn't matter!" she declared, her voice firm. "Besides, I'm… I'm confident that the Veyle in front of me is a defective impostor!"

    Veyle frowned at Marni defiantly, her gaze unwavering. "I'm not a defect or an impostor," she stated, her voice filled with conviction. "I am the real Veyle."

    As she heard Veyle's reply, Marni's tainted Emblem Ring, the Ring of the Young Lion, began to emit a reddish miasma as she mockingly covered her ears. "Lalalala! I can't hear you!" she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she sported a devious grin. "Besides, you and your lame allies and that traitor will all get slaughtered in this dead town anyway!"

    As the vapor thickened and dissipated, Marni was replaced by several Corrupted soldiers, who charged at the group with menacing intent. Alfred, Diamant, Ivy, and Timerra swiftly moved to fend off the Corrupted soldiers, their weapons clashing against the dark forces.

    "Fjorm, Seiðr!" Kiran commanded. "Help Alfred, Diamant, Ivy, and Timerra fend off this wave of Corrupted soldiers!"

    "I'm on it!" Fjorm replied as she wielded her Leiptr.

    "I shall move to assist!" Seiðr replied as her goat steed galloped towards Alfred, Diamant, Ivy, and Timerra.

    As Fjorm and Seiðr assisted Alfred, Diamant, Ivy, and Timerra in fending off the Corrupted, Mauvier and Veyle turned their attention to Alear and Kiran.

    "Divine One, Summoner..." Mauvier addressed Alear and Kiran. "Allow Veyle and I to help out."

    "Yeah, we can do this!" Veyle added. "We're in this together!"

    "I understand," Alear replied. "We'll need all the help we can get."

    As Mauvier and Veyle joined the rest of the ground in fending off the squadron of Corrupted, Alear quickly turned her attention to Kiran. "Kiran," she commanded, her voice filled with urgency. "Bring everyone else from the ship."

    Kiran nodded in acknowledgment. "Right, but we should leave some to defend the ship, just in case," he asked as he tightened his grip on his Breidablik. "Should I summon additional Heroes as well?"

    Alear shook her head. "No, hold off the summoning until it's needed," she replied, her voice firm. "Marni won't be the only threat we'll face here."

    "Fair enough," Kiran answered as he unholstered his Breidablik. "Given the battles we have fought so far, it's best to prepare for contingencies."

    And thus, the battle of Givre Port began, the air filled with the clash of steel and the roar of magic as the group fought against the relentless onslaught of the Corrupted.
     
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    • Meanwhile, in another part of Askr, Eir, the former princess of the Realm of Hel and the last princess of the Realm of Ymir, was tending to the garden in the Aether Resort. The sun cast a warm glow over the lush greenery, and the scent of blooming flowers filled the air. Suddenly, Eir sensed a benevolent aura she was all too familiar with. She turned around and saw the aura coalescing into a ghostly visage of Ymir, the dragon goddess of the eponymous realm.

    Eir's eyes widened in shock. "Ymir," she whispered, her voice filled with disbelief. "But how? You sacrificed your existence to defeat Ganglöt."

    Ymir's spectral form shimmered, her voice soft and ethereal. "Eir, I sacrificed my entire being to take down Ganglöt," she explained. "But even I'm surprised that I still exist, even in this spiritual state."

    Eir wistfully smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Regardless," she said, her voice filled with joy and sorrow. "I had a feeling that I would see you again. I've held onto that feeling ever since Kiran summoned me in Elyos."

    Ymir smiled somberly, her gaze gentle. "Your hope wasn't unfounded," she remarked, her voice tinged with melancholy. "I did come back, in a sense. And you've visited Elyos?"

    "Yes, I have visited Elyos once," Eir confirmed as she nodded at Ymir. "Kiran summoned me there along with Laegjarn, specifically in Solm."

    As they stood there, the peaceful atmosphere of the garden was suddenly shattered by disjointed and disembodied screams of people dying and being killed from another world. The haunting cries echoed, sending a chill down Eir's spine.

    Eir's expression turned grave as she looked at Ymir, the weight of the unknown hanging heavy in the air. The garden, once a place of tranquility, was now filled with an unsettling sense of dread as the screams continued reverberating, a grim reminder of the battles and struggles ahead.

    Upon hearing the disjointed and disembodied screams, Eir's expression turned grave. "Ymir," she asked, her voice filled with concern. "Do you know where this anguish is coming from?"

    Ymir's spectral form shimmered, her gaze distant as she sensed the source of the disturbance. "Eir, I can sense the multiple souls leaving the world known as Elyos," she replied, her voice tinged with unease. "I can sense their anguish and pain as they leave the mortal coil, but then, I can sense their souls forcibly returning to their bodies in the mortal realm. It's sickening."

    Eir pondered for a moment, her brow furrowing in thought. "These souls are suffering," she said softly. "To momentarily leave the mortal world, then forcibly coming back to their bodies again... I pity them."

    Ymir nodded, her expression somber. "With so many mortal souls leaving Elyos for the afterlife," she admitted, her voice filled with worry and sorrow. "It's made me uneasy."

    Eir reached out, her hand passing through Ymir's spectral form as if to offer comfort. "Do not worry," she said, her voice filled with reassurance. "Kiran can summon either you or me if need be."

    Ymir pondered this, her gaze thoughtful. "Kiran Pathfinder, right? He hasn't yet summoned me," she remarked, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "I hope that'll be the case when the time comes."

    Eir closed her eyes in agreement, her voice filled with conviction. "I still remember Kiran summoning me not long after Hel was vanquished," she said, her voice steady. "Have faith in Kiran when the time comes."

    Ymir's ghostly visage nodded, her expression softening. "Eir," she said, her voice filled with hope and apprehension. "I hope you're right."

    As the disembodied screams gradually faded away, Eir and Ymir stood in the garden, their resolve unwavering. The weight of their responsibilities hung heavy in the air, but so did their unshakable faith in Kiran and the bonds that connected them all.

    Meanwhile, back at Givre Port, the battle raged on as Alear and Kiran's group fended off wave after wave of Corrupted soldiers. A fine cloud of miasma began to infringe upon the location, adding to the chaos and danger of the fight.

    In the chaos, Kiran looked around as his allies were fighting the Corrupted forces on all fronts. Alfred, Celine, and their retainers were fending enemies off on one port while Male Alear, Ivy, Hortensia, and their retainers were taking down enemies on another. Diamant, Alcryst, and their retainers were at the forefront, slaying any Corrupted soldier that stood in their path while Timerra, Fogado, and their retainers fought near Kiran, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr, defending him from any Corrupted reinforcements that kept spawning.

    Amidst the clash of steel and the roar of magic, Seadall, the traveling dancer and fortune teller that Alear and Kiran had recruited from Solm's Northern Fortress, stood near the mist. He had already engaged with Emblem Corrin, his movements fluid and precise despite the chaos around him.

    Instinctively, Seadall drew two cards from his tarot deck, which he kept in his pocket. As he examined the cards, his expression turned serious. "The cards I drew are La Mort and Étoile," he announced, his voice steady despite the surrounding tumult. "They respectively refer to the massacre of the Givre Port townsfolk by Sombron's forces and the hope that lies at the climax of this battle."

    "Let's do this together, Seadall!" Emblem Corrin spoke. "Let's clear the miasma in front of us!"

    "I wholeheartedly agree," Seadall replied. "The Danse Macabre calls."

    With a determined look, Seadall used Emblem Corrin's power to clear out the miasma, his actions swift and decisive. Simultaneously, the flame cannons from the Firene ship blasted away the remaining haze, their fiery projectiles cutting through the dark fog with precision.

    Alear, taking down a Corrupted soldier with a swift strike using her Libération, turned to Kiran. "It's thoughtful of you to bring Seadall once again from Somniel," she remarked, her voice filled with gratitude.

    Kiran smiled as he blasted a Corrupted mage with the Breidablik, the powerful beam of light cutting through the darkness. "You're just as thoughtful as I am," he replied, his voice filled with pride and appreciation. "You even let Seadall borrow Emblem Corrin's ring once again for this battle."

    "Yeah," Timerra grinned as she took down a Corrupted soldier with her Desert Spear. "Glad Seadall's here to support us!"

    "He's the life of the party," Fogado added as he shot down a Corrupted archer with his Sentinel Bow. "No wonder he and Emblem Corrin go well together."

    "In any case," Fjorm remarked as she blocked a Corrupted Mage's attack with her Ice Mirror II. "We'll need every help we can get."

    "I concur," Seiðr replied as she blasted away a Corrupted Mage Cavalier with her eponymous staff. "We must keep going!"

    Then, amidst the chaos of the battle, Alear and Kiran noticed someone emerging from the miasma further away on an adjacent pier. An elderly woman clad in plate armor ran towards the port, fending off one Corrupted soldier after another with her Brave Axe. Her movements were swift and precise, despite the relentless onslaught and the cumbersome weight of her plate armor.

    Having just managed to slay a Corrupted soldier with his Fair-Fight Blade, Diamant caught sight of the elderly armored woman. "I recognize her," he declared, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and concern. "That's Saphir, the captain of Brodia's Royal Guard."

    Alcryst, after taking down a Corrupted archer with his Arcane Darkbow, spoke up, his brow furrowing in thought. "W-what's Saphir doing in Elusia of all places, let alone Givre Port?" he wondered aloud, his voice tinged with curiosity. "D-don't tell me..."

    Kiran, his gaze fixed on Saphir's distant figure, spoke with urgency. "Diamant, Alcryst..." he commanded, his voice firm. Go ahead with your retainers and rescue Saphir before she's overwhelmed."

    Alear nodded in agreement, her expression grave. "I agree with Kiran," she said, her voice filled with determination. "The sooner we can save Saphir, the better."

    Diamant and Alcryst both nodded, their resolve unwavering. With their retainers in tow, they set off toward Saphir's location, their weapons at the ready. The air was filled with the clash of steel and the roar of magic as they fought their way through the Corrupted soldiers, their sole focus on reaching Saphir before it was too late.

    As they battled their way through the miasma-filled port, the weight of their mission hung heavy in the air. Their swift and decisive actions rested on the fate of Saphir, and perhaps even the battle itself.

    Meanwhile, Saphir marched her way through the pier, her Brave Axe swinging with precision as she fended off one Corrupted soldier after another. She gruffly muttered to herself, her voice filled with determination and a hint of frustration. "More of these rotten bastards keep coming at me," she said, her breath coming in short gasps. "If these enemies keep up, they'll take me down."

    Just as more Corrupted soldiers charged towards her, Diamant, Alcryst, and their retainers rushed to her rescue. Diamant's retainers swiftly engaged the Corrupted enemies, their weapons clashing against the dark forces.

    "Worry no more!" Amber exclaimed as he ran down a Corrupted soldier with his Silver Lance. "We'll keep the enemies busy!"

    "Go do what you need to do, Prince Diamant," Jade huffed as she swung her Steel Greataxe. "It'll make a good story later on!"

    As his retainers fend off the Corrupted, Diamant turned his attention to Saphir. "Saphir? Is that you?" he asked, his voice filled with concern and curiosity. "What brings you here? I thought you remained at Brodia Castle."

    Saphir twirled her Brave Axe, her movements fluid and confident. "Prince Diamant, I heard the news that the Divine One and Kiran Pathfinder's forces repelled Sombron's forces back at Firene," she explained, her voice steady. "Because of that, I want to lend a hand."

    As Saphir said those words, two Corrupted soldiers charged at Diamant, Alcryst, and Saphir. Then, Alcryst's retainers, Lapis and Citrinne, intercepted the assault.

    "I'll cut you down to size!" Lapis declared as she slashed a Corrupted soldier with her Defier's Sword+.

    "Allow me to dazzle you!" Citrinne stated as she took down a Corrupted mage with her Tome of Luxuries.

    As his retainers continued to fight off the Corrupted enemies, Alcryst gawked at Saphir, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Saphir," he asked incredulously, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and admiration. "Y-you went to Elusia all by yourself?"

    Saphir smirked, her gaze unwavering. "Don't underestimate me, Prince Alcryst," she said, her voice filled with pride. "I am the captain of Brodia's Royal Guard for a good reason."

    The air was filled with the clash of steel and the roar of magic as the group fought, their resolve unwavering. Saphir's presence had brought a renewed sense of hope and determination to the battle, her skills and experience proving invaluable in the face of the relentless Corrupted soldiers.

    While Diamant and Alcryst's retainers fended off the Corrupted soldiers, Saphir turned to Diamant, her expression solemn. "Don't worry about Brodia Castle, Prince Diamant. Everyone's safe back home," she said, her voice filled with genuine sympathy. "But, about King Morion's passing..."

    Diamant nodded, his gaze distant as he recalled the past. "I should have protected Father back then," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "But that's in the past now. At least you're alive now and we rescued you from these enemies."

    Alcryst, who had been fighting alongside them, spoke up. "Uh, I... I hate to interrupt our chat," he suggested, his voice firm and decisive as he fired an arrow from his Arcane Darkbow at a Corrupted archer. "But we should regroup with Alear and Kiran since we've rescued Saphir."

    Saphir nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan, Prince Alcryst," she said, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and anticipation. "I also want to see Kiran summon his Heroes."

    Diamant smiled, a hint of pride in his voice. "Saphir, to be frank," he revealed. "Alcryst and I have already been summoned by Kiran as Heroes."

    "Yeah," Alcryst added as he scratched his head. "And Kiran also summoned my retainers as Heroes."

    Saphir's expression brightened, her voice filled with determination. "Is that so?" she said. "What are we waiting for, then? We should regroup with the Divine One and the Summoner at the pier."

    With Saphir rescued, Diamant, Alcryst, and their retainers fought their way through the pier, their weapons clashing against the Corrupted soldiers blocking their path. The air was filled with the sounds of battle, the clash of steel, and the roar of magic as they made their way back to Alear and Kiran, their resolve unwavering and their spirits lifted by the prospect of reuniting with their allies.

    Back at the underground chamber, Zephia stood in Evil Veyle's bedroom, her gaze fixed on Lord Sombron's sleeping daughter. She glanced at the metal helmet lying on a nearby table, the one Lord Sombron had given her to empower Evil Veyle.

    "Even as that lizard and the pesky Summoner are making progress," Zephia muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. "Their efforts are futile. Lord Sombron's plan is getting closer to completion."

    Suddenly, Evil Veyle opened her eyes, her abrupt awakening surprising Zephia. Zephia reached out, her hand hovering near Evil Veyle's shoulder. "Evil Veyle, you're still injured," she said, her voice filled with concern. "You mustn't..."

    Evil Veyle glared at Zephia, her eyes narrowing as more miasma leaked out from her body. "Zephia... Don't... Touch... Me..." she warned, her voice laced with anger. "I'm still... furious about my loss to the so-called Divine One and Kiran back at Firene."

    Zephia looked at Evil Veyle with genuine concern, her expression softening. "Evil Veyle, I insist you must rest," she warned. "Lord Sombron orders it. You're not yet at your peak fighting condition."

    Evil Veyle ignored Zephia's warning and managed to stand up from her bed, her expression becoming furious as her body was enveloped with black miasma.

    "Zephia, I'll only relent if I hear that order from Lord Sombron himself," Evil Veyle grumbled, her voice filled with determination. "I demand you to give me one of the remaining Emblem Rings, now!"

    Normally, Zephia would be able to use her Mage Dragon magic to exert a degree of control on Evil Veyle, but as she saw more miasma leaking out from Evil Veyle's body, she realized that defying Sombron's daughter in her tirade was an exercise of futility.

    And so, Zephia reluctantly handed Evil Veyle one of the Emblem Rings in their possession, the tainted Ring of the Dawn Maiden, which contained Emblem Micaiah. Evil Veyle pensively looked at the ring in her right hand, her gaze intense.

    "If the Divine One and Kiran's forces made it to Givre Port, then that accursed defect is there… Must I do everything?!" Evil Veyle rambled and then shouted, her voice filled with resolve as she was referring to the real Veyle. "Tch… Fine, I'll enter the battle and annihilate that defect and the rest of their pathetic forces myself!"

    The room was filled with a tense silence as Zephia watched Evil Veyle walking away to leave the underground chamber, the weight of their mission and the impending battle hanging heavy in the air.

    "Evil Veyle, you sweet, stubborn child," Zephia sighed as Evil Veyle left her bedroom. "This won't end well for all of us..."

    The underground chamber seemed to echo with the unspoken promises of the battles to come, as Evil Veyle prepared to face her enemies once more.
     
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    • On the center of Givre Port, as more Corrupted soldiers charged towards the pier, Marni stood at the heart of the ghost town. She looked down at the Emblem Ring that Zephia had given her, the Ring of the Young Lion, its surface exuding a small amount of dark vapor. Marni's expression turned resolute as she spoke to herself.

    "Although it has come to this, it doesn't matter," Marni said, her voice filled with determination. "The Divine One and Kiran's army deserve to die in Givre Port, including that traitorous Mauvier."

    Suddenly, Marni heard light footsteps behind her. She turned around to see Evil Veyle, her expression serious as dark miasma leaked from her body. Marni's eyes widened in shock. "Huh? Evil, uh... Veyle?" she said, her voice tinged with surprise. "I thought you were sleeping back in your bedroom since you're still injured."

    Evil Veyle glared at Marni, her body continuing to leak miasma. "Marni, why would I be sleeping when the Divine One and Kiran's forces are here in Givre Port?" she retorted, her voice filled with anger. "Either fight our enemies or stay out of my way."

    Marni fell silent, taken aback by Evil Veyle's tirade. Evil Veyle slowly walked forward, her gaze fixed on the battle ahead, ready to face Alear and Kiran. "Seriously?" she huffed. "What has gotten into her?"

    As Marnie stared listlessly at her, Evil Veyle readied her Obscurité tome as she stepped forward, her voice a low mutter. "I will have my chance to slaughter their army, and kill that defect and that traitor," she vowed. "I vow that those two will suffer gruesome deaths by my hands."

    The air was filled with a tense silence as Evil Veyle prepared to confront her enemies, her determination unwavering despite her injuries. The weight of her mission and the impending battle hung heavy in the air, the ghost town of Givre Port serving as the stage for the clash.

    On one of the piers of Givre Port, Veyle and Mauvier took down any enemy soldier that attacked them. Mauvier glanced at Veyle as she was in combat against a Corrupted Mage. The Corrupted Mage cast a fireball from their Elfire tome at Veyle, but since Mauvier was on her side, her Fell Protection ability activated, nullifying the attack. Then, Veyle retaliated by conjuring a pillar of darkness underneath the Corrupted Mage.

    "I won't lose!" Veyle declared as she blasted the Corrupted Mage using her Obscurité tome.

    Mauvier noticed a Corrupted Sword Cavalier galloping their horse straight at Veyle. Seeing that Veyle was in danger, Mauvier galloped his horse and charged at the Corrupted Sword Cavalier.

    "A decisive blow!" Mauvier declared as he skewered the Corrupted Sword Cavalier with his Penitent Lance.

    As he took down the Corrupted Sword Cavalier, Mauvier noticed that Veyle looked distressed. He immediately galloped his horse to her side, eager to find what was distressing her.

    "Lady Veyle?" Mauvier asked her. "What is wrong? You looked distressed..."

    "Mauvier, I can sense Evil Veyle," Veyle replied as she tightly held her Obscurité tome. "She's here at Givre Port."

    "Then, time grows short," Mauvier urged. "We must warn the Divine One and the Summoner. The false Veyle's arrival does not bode well for us all."

    "You're right, Mauvier," Veyle nodded. Her eyes shone with resolve as she rode at the back of Mauvier's horse. "We need to hurry."

    As Veyle secured herself to the saddle, Mauvier reined his horse and galloped back to where Alear and Kiran were, hoping to warn them of the incoming threat.

    Meanwhile, Alear, Kiran, Fjorm, and Seiðr slowly moved deeper into the town, taking down any enemy that assaulted them. Slowly, but surely, they pushed forward as the purple miasma began to reform around them.

    His Breidablik blazing with light, Kiran blasted a Corrupted Mage, his expression grim. "The enemies keep reappearing, worse for wear," he remarked, his voice filled with frustration and concern. "I'm glad the rest of our army are fighting off enemies around Givre Port."

    Alear, her Libération slicing through a Corrupted soldier with precision, replied, her voice thoughtful. "It's probably best that we have to spread out to effectively deal with enemies on multiple fronts," she explained, her gaze steady as she saw the Corrupted soldier that she slew disintegrate in front of her. "I can't help but speculate that the Corrupted that we're taking down used to be the slain townsfolk of Givre Port... I swear that I've slain that particular enemy before."

    Seiðr, her eponymous staff glowing with power, blasted another Corrupted mage, her voice sad. "As much as it is morbid to hear," she said, her expression grave. "Marni did say that the townsfolk of Givre Port have been slaughtered before our ship even arrived at the town."

    Fjorm, her Leiptr cutting through a Corrupted Mage with a swift strike, spoke up, her voice filled with sorrow and determination. "It's like when Hel's forces invaded Askr four years ago," she said, her gaze distant as she recalled the past. "All those Embla soldiers that the Order of Heroes have taken down..."

    Kiran nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I still remember that time all too well," he said, his voice filled with remembrance and resolve. "The Order of Heroes had to fight off legions of undead warriors under Hel's command repeatedly."

    Alear, her expression determined, spoke with conviction. "Either way," she said, her voice filled with a mix of compassion and resolve. "We'll need to push through and at least give the poor souls of the townsfolk a proper rest."

    As they continued to fight their way through the town, the weight of their mission and the memories of past battles hung heavy in the air. The clash of steel and the roar of magic filled the streets of Givre Port, a grim reminder of their struggles and battles ahead.

    Then, in the distance, Alear, Kiran, Fjorm, and Seiðr saw Diamant, Alcryst, and their retainers escorting Saphir towards them. Alear's expression brightened as she spoke. "Diamant, Alcryst..." she said, her voice relieved. "Seems you two managed to rescue Saphir."

    Diamant nodded, his expression serious. "So we did," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of pride and determination. "We managed to reach Saphir in time."

    "W-we did fight a lot of Corrupted along the way," Alcryst stammered. "But, here we are with Saphir."

    Kiran nodded in agreement. "That's good to hear," he said, his voice filled with gratitude as he turned his attention to Saphir. "Oh, I'm Kiran Pathfinder. You probably know me from all the rumors about Elyos that I'm from another world. Frankly, that rumor is true."

    "My name is Fjorm, the Princess of Nifl, the Kingdom of Ice," Fjorm introduced herself to Saphir. "Nice to meet you, Saphir."

    "And I am Seiðr," Seiðr introduced herself. "I come from Vanaheimr, the Realm of Light. It is nice to meet with you, Saphir."

    Saphir, her gaze steady, spoke up. "I'm honored to meet you, Summoner," she said, her voice filled with respect. "And also to you two, Princess Fjorm and Seiðr."

    Kiran smiled, his expression warm. "The honor is ours," he replied. "It seems the fact that I'm from another world is spreading around Elyos like wildfire."

    Saphir smirked as she glanced at Alear. "You fight alongside the Divine One frequently," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "And since you can summon Heroes, you're bound to get noticed."

    Alear interjected, her expression thoughtful. "Kiran, information about you will inevitably spread throughout the land," she said, her voice filled with conviction. "Especially since you're helping me save Elyos."

    Kiran sighed, his expression resigned. "I suppose that can't be helped," he said, his voice filled with acceptance and humility. "Back in the Nine Realms, I'm somewhat famous not only in Midgard, but also in Nifl, Muspell, and even in Niðavellir."

    Fjorm let out a smile as she turned her attention to Kiran. "You're getting fame in worlds other than the Nine Realms," she replied. "Kiran, I think it's a good thing."

    Seiðr, her expression serene, spoke with a hint of pride. "It pleases me that as a goddess, someone such as Kiran deserves to be known to mortals in other worlds," she said, her voice filled with a mix of approval and admiration.

    Then, the purple miasma that Seadall, Emblem Corrin, and the flame cannons from the Firene ship had cleared out earlier slowly reappeared, putting the group on guard.

    Alear readied her Libération sword, her gaze sharp and alert. "The miasma had been cleared earlier," she remarked, her voice filled with concern. "I have a bad feeling about this."

    As the miasma spread, Kiran spoke with urgency. "Diamant, Alcryst..." he commanded with a firm voice. "Escort Saphir back to the pier, now."

    Diamant nodded, his expression serious. "Alright," he replied, his voice filled with determination. "We'll escort Saphir back to the pier."

    Alcryst, his gaze steady, added, "Kiran, w-we'll keep Saphir safe."

    "But..." Saphir protested. "Divine One, Summoner... I can stay and fight!"

    "I don't think that's a good idea, Saphir," Kiran replied. "Seeing the miasma reappearing like this, more enemies will appear."

    "Kiran's right. Saphir, you can still help out by defending the pier. Diamant, Alcryst, and their retainers will escort and fight alongside you," Alear agreed as she readied her Libération. "That way, you can still do your part. Leave this to us."

    After seeing more of the purple haze encroaching on the area, Saphir let out a reluctant sigh and she spoke to Alear and Kiran.

    "I suppose you two have a point," Saphir relented, her voice filled with a mix of concern and resolve. "But still, you both best be careful. And Divine One, Princess Fjorm, and Seiðr, you three be best to protect Kiran with everything you've got."

    "Of course!" Alear nodded. "You can count on me!"

    "We will," Fjorm replied. "We're Heroes summoned under Kiran, after all."

    "We shall defend Kiran whatever it takes," Seiðr vowed. "You have our word."

    As Diamant, Alcryst, and their retainers escorted Saphir out of the area, Mauvier and Veyle arrived on horseback near Alear, Kiran, Fjorm, and Seiðr.

    Alear's expression brightened as she spoke. "You arrived just in time," she said, her voice relieved.

    Mauvier, his breath coming in short gasps. "Divine One, Summoner..." he spoke. "Lady Veyle and I came here as fast as we could."

    Kiran stared at Mauvier and Veyle. "Something must have happened for both of you to come to us," he remarked. "What is it?"

    Veyle, her expression serious, spoke with a sense of urgency. "Evil Veyle is here in Givre Port," she said, her voice filled with a mix of concern and determination. "I can sense her presence."

    'Veyle is correct,' Baldraz spoke telepathically from the Breidablik. 'And she is within the miasma that is encroaching on this area. Be on your guard.'

    Then, out of the purple miasma, Evil Veyle stepped out, her presence making Alear and Kiran's group uneasy. Then, several Corrupted enemies began to appear on the ground, with the rest emerging from the miasma that was continuing to spread around the area. Even several Corrupted wyrms joined in the fray, and all these enemies were on standby, awaiting Evil Veyle's orders.

    "There you all are," Evil Veyle growled at the group. "I've been waiting for this..."

    "Evil Veyle..." Alear muttered as she steadied her Libération.

    Kiran, his expression stoic, spoke with a dry remark. "Still seeking revenge, huh?" he said, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and resignation. "Seems you've chosen to fight us here, despite being beaten back at Firene."

    Evil Veyle glared at Alear and Kiran's group, her eyes burning with anger. "I swear I'll have my revenge here," she declared, her voice filled with malice. "You all humiliated me at Florra, and I won't let that stand."

    Veyle noticed Evil Veyle's injuries and spoke with concern. "You... You're injured..." she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of worry and disbelief. "How can you plan for revenge if you're still injured from the previous battle?"

    Evil Veyle snapped at Veyle, her voice laced with contempt. "You defect!" she spat. "You have no right to say that to me! You deserve to be slaughtered and thrown away like trash!"

    Mauvier pointed his Penitent Lance at Evil Veyle, his expression serious. "False Veyle..." he said, his voice filled with a mix of warning and determination. "Your desire for revenge and to please Sombron will only lead to your demise."

    Veyle spoke with conviction, her gaze steady. "Mauvier's right. What you're doing is unacceptable," she said. "You will eventually pay for your atrocities."

    Evil Veyle glared at Mauvier and Veyle, her voice filled with anger. "Mauvier, you dare talk back to me, considering your betrayal?!" she spat at Mauvier. "Accursed traitor! You deserve to die along with that defect!"

    The tension between Veyle and Mauvier against Evil Veyle became so tense that it could be cut metaphorically with a knife, prompting Alear and Kiran to step in.

    "That's enough!" Alear snapped as she pointed her Libération at Evil Veyle. "If you want a fight, then we'll give you one!"

    "Why don't we just skip the formalities?" Kiran dryly remarked at Evil Veyle as he readied his Breidablik. "You're itching to fight us already."

    Then, Evil Veyle glanced at the Corrupted soldiers accompanying her. "Fine. I am done talking with all of you," she said with contempt, her voice filled with command as she showcased the tainted Ring of the Dawn Maiden.

    "That Emblem Ring..." Kiran muttered. "It's..."

    "That's the Ring of the Dawn Maiden," Alear interjected. "Emblem Micaiah..."

    "Slaughter the Divine One and the Summoner, along with their allies!" Evil Veyle commanded her minions as she activated the tainted Emblem Ring. "And Emblem Micaiah, time to go all out!"

    As the tainted visage of Emblem Micaiah appeared on the battlefield, the second battle against Evil Veyle began, the air filled with the clash of steel and the roar of magic as the group fought against the relentless onslaught of the Corrupted soldiers and the malevolent force of Evil Veyle.
     
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    • In another part of Givre Port, Male Alear, Ivy, Hortensia, and their retainers took down as many Corrupted as possible. As they continued fighting, Hortensia noticed that the purple miasma that had been cleared out earlier began encroaching on the area once again.

    "Ivy?" Hortensia said to her as she steadied her pegasus. "Did you notice the miasma encroaching on the town again?"

    "Yes," Ivy answered as she became wary of the encroaching miasma in the area. "Even with Seadall, Emblem Corrin, and the ship's flame cannons working in tandem, those aren't enough."

    "Then, we need to persevere," Male Alear urged as he took down a Corrupted soldier with his Libération. "There has to be a way out of this."

    As the ominous miasma began to spread again, four Corrupted enemies sprung from the miasma and charged at Ivy and Hortensia. But, Zelkov, Kagetsu, Goldmary, and Rosado intercepted the assault and promptly retaliated against the opposition.

    "*Beneath* contempt," Zelkov scoffed as he took down a Corrupted Thief using his Silver Daggers.

    "Rest in pieces!" Kagetsu yelled as he slashed a Corrupted soldier with his Reversal Blade+.

    "You can die now!" Goldmary exclaimed as she cleaved a Corrupted soldier in two using her Steel Blade.

    "I almost broke a sweat!" Rosado grinned as he took down a Corrupted Wyvern Rider with his Axe of Adoration.

    As their retainers fend off the initial assault, Male Alear, Ivy, and Hortensia noticed three Corrupted soldiers, an Axe Cavalier, a Pegasus Knight, and a Wyvern Rider, darting towards them. As these enemies darted towards them, the three of them were ready to retaliate.

    "I will stop you!" Male Alear yelled as he slashed the Axe Cavalier with his Libération.

    "I'll make this quick!" Ivy declared as she pelted the Wyvern Rider with icicles from her Icebound Tome.

    "Now you've done it!" Hortensia exclaimed as she projected a heart-shaped icicle from her Arcane Charmer at the Pegasus Knight.

    As the three Corrupted were taken down, two more Corrupted soldiers, this time, two Dark Fliers and a Wyvern Rider, charged at the three of them. This time, the enemy struck first, conjuring gusts of wind using their Elwind tomes at Ivy and Hortensia while the Wyvern Rider clashed their Killing Edge against Male Alear's Libération. Due to their magic resistance, both Elusian siblings withstood the assault while Male Alear parried the Wyvern Rider's sword strikes and the three of them promptly returned the favor.

    "These Corrupted don't let up!" Hortensia exclaimed as she blasted a Corrupted Falcon Knight with her Arcane Charmer. "It's infuriating!"

    "I know, Hortensia,' Ivy replied as she conjured icicles at a Corrupted Dark Flier with her Icebound Tome. "At least as Heroes, we can reasonably take these enemies down. I shudder to think if we fought like this for a long time without being summoned by Kiran as Heroes."

    "But we need to hold the line," Male Alear encouraged as he took down the Wyvern Rider. "We must do our part for my female self and Kiran."

    As more enemies emerged from the miasma and the ground, Male Alear, Ivy, Hortensia, and the retainers kept fighting, taking down any enemy that assaulted them as the ominous miasma slowly regained a foothold in the desolate town.

    At the Givre Port pier, Timerra, Fogado, their retainers, and Seadall were fighting off one Corrupted soldier after another. Fogado fired an arrow at a Corrupted Wyvern Knight, his gaze sharp and focused. He spoke up as he noticed Diamant, Alcryst, and their retainers escorting an elderly, armored woman to the pier.

    "Well, well…" Fogado said, his voice filled with surprise and curiosity. "It's Diamant and Alcryst escorting someone to the pier."

    "It seems we have a new ally," Bunet observed from his horse. "I wonder what dishes she likes?"

    "Well, it looks like she's a fighter!" Pandreo observed the newcomer. "I'd say the more, the merrier!"

    "I have to agree, brother," Panette replied. "She may as well be the only one we managed to rescue from this ghost town."

    "My Princess," Merrin asked Timerra. "Shall we rendezvous with Prince Diamant and Prince Alcryst's group? I'm eager to meet that newcomer myself."

    "Sure!" Timerra cheerfully replied. "Besides, that old gal feels familiar to me. I wanna ask her to confirm my hunch."

    Thus, Timerra, Fogado, and their retainers quickly regroup with Diamant and Alcryst's group. Diamant walked forward and spoke to the Solm siblings.

    "Timerra, Fogado…" Diamant huffed. "I'm glad you and your retainers are alright."

    "Yeah, we still got it!" Fogado smirked as he briefly glanced at the woman that Diamant and Alcryst's group had escorted. "And it seems there's a newcomer with you."

    The moment Fogado mentioned the elderly, armored woman, Timerra rushed towards the elderly woman her eyes widened and she stared at the newcomer.

    "Oh! Now I remember reading a dossier on you once," Timerra said, her voice filled with recognition. "You're Saphir, Brodia's Royal Guard captain! Didn't expect ya to be here, of all places!"

    Saphir, her expression steady, introduced herself. "Yes, Princess Timerra. I'm Saphir, captain of Brodia's Royal Guard," she said, her voice filled with pride and respect. "And I'm impressed that you know me. I suppose that's expected of Queen Seforia's children and Solm's informants."

    "Yep!" Timerra answered. "We're proud of our informants! It's kinda given since that Fell Dragon and his minions are rampaging across Elyos."

    Fogado turned his attention to Diamant and Alcryst, his gaze serious. "Now that's all settled down," he asked, his voice filled with concern. "What about the Divine One and Kiran?"

    Diamant replied, his expression grave. "Alear and Kiran are in the middle of the town, fighting off the Corrupted," he said, his voice filled with determination.

    Alcryst spoke up, his expression thoughtful. "The... The miasma cleared earlier is encroaching again," he said, his voice filled with worry and resolve. "Alear Kiran, Fjorm, and Seiðr stayed there while they told us to return here to the pier. And I… I think I saw Mauvier and Veyle helping them out."

    Timerra's eyes widened, her expression turning resolute. "That's it! We can't stand here at the pier!" she declared, her voice filled with determination. "We're gonna help them out!"

    Fogado nodded in agreement. "Hold up... They're having a party and we're not invited?" he said, his voice filled with resolve. "Let's just invite ourselves in!"

    "And thus, the cards that I drew, La Mort and Étoile, are coming to pass," Seadall added, still Engaged with Emblem Corrin. "We must aid the Divine One and the Summoner."

    Then, the group noticed that the purple miasma was encroaching on their location, and multiple Corrupted creatures, mostly soldiers, fliers, and a few massive wyrms, emerged from the mist.

    As a new wave of enemies encroached on the group, Diamant nodded, his expression serious. "Go ahead and help Alear and Kiran," he said, his voice filled with determination. "We'll defend the pier in your place."

    Saphir spoke up, her gaze steady. "Go to them quickly," she urged, her voice filled with concern and encouragement. "But, take care. I don't like how that miasma is spreading again."

    As Diamant and Alcryst's group fend off the enemies, Timerra, Fogado, and their retainers left the pier and ran towards the center of the desolate town, their resolve unwavering as they prepared to aid Alear and Kiran in their battle against the Corrupted.

    Meanwhile, in the middle of Givre Port, Alear and Kiran's group were taking down as many Corrupted soldiers as they could as they retreated to a position closer to the pier due to the encroaching miasma.

    "We need a better vantage point," Kiran grumbled, as the miasma did not spread around the area. Everyone, we need to regroup closer to the pier."

    "Right," Alear replied as she slew a Corrupted soldier with her Libération. "We'll follow your lead, Kiran!"

    As Alear and Kiran's group retreated to a more advantageous location, Evil Veyle glared at them as more Corrupted soldiers emerged from the miasma to join the fray.

    "There you all go running away again, but you can't go anywhere!" Evil Veyle yelled as she stayed in the backline, directing her minions to join the fray. "I'll slaughter you all to the last Hero!"

    "Alear and I aren't retreating! We're just regaining our bearings!" Kiran shouted back at her. "Haven't you forgotten what happened at Destinea Cathedral last time?"

    Kiran's reply made Evil Veyle furious, her body leaking out large amounts of mist that mingled with the miasma that was spreading all over the ghost town, which Seiðr noticed as she regrouped with Kiran.

    Then, Evil Veyle heard the clunking of footsteps behind her as the battle raged on. She glanced back and saw Marni arriving, huffing due to the weight of her heavy armor.

    Evil Veyle scoffed, her voice laced with impatience. "Marni..." she asked dryly, her gaze sharp. "What has taken you so long?"

    Marni stammered, her breath coming in short gasps. "I... I was just regaining my bearings," she explained, her voice filled with embarrassment and determination. "You know how my armor is heavy and clunky, right?"

    Evil Veyle sighed, her expression turning serious. "I'll tolerate that excuse since you're here," she commanded, her voice filled with malice. "I want you to fight Mauvier and kill him for his betrayal. I'll deal with the defect personally."

    Marni grinned, her eyes gleaming with anticipation as she readied her Hurricane Axe. "I'll do it," she said, her voice filled with eagerness. "I've been wanting to do that for some time."

    As Marni marched forward, Evil Veyle set her sights on Veyle, who was fighting two Corrupted soldiers alongside Mauvier as both of them accompanied Alear and Kiran.

    Evil Veyle's expression turned cold and determined. "It won't be long," she declared, her voice filled with anger and resolve. "This time, I'll win."

    The air was filled with the clash of steel and magic roar as the battle intensified. The weight of their mission and the impending confrontation hung heavy in the air, the desolate town of Givre Port serving as the stage for the clash between the forces of good and evil.

    At the same time, Alear and Kiran's group managed to retreat in a narrow corner between two large buildings where the miasma wasn't as prevalent. After slaying the Corrupted enemies that chased after them, the group sighed as they took advantage of the brief respite.

    "Kiran," Alear said to him. "It seems you've made the right call for us to rendezvous in this area."

    "Yeah, it's not just because of Evil Veyle and her minions," Kiran stated. "But also because of the miasma."

    The group looked around and noticed that even though the miasma wasn't as widespread as in the area where Evil Veyle was, it was still spreading around them.

    "I noticed that the moment Evil Veyle appeared," Fjorm interjected. "The miasma is spreading quicker than usual."

    "I have to agree," Seiðr explained. "I fear that the miasma is not just reviving the Corrupted that we slew… Evil Veyle is also spreading it because as we retreated, I noticed that her body was leaking copious amounts of it."

    While everyone was quiet as they processed what Seiðr revealed about the miasma, Veyle stepped forward with determination in her eyes, which Alear and Kiran noticed.

    "If that's the case," Veyle spoke as she tightened her grip on her Obscurité tome. "Then, I must confront her."

    "Veyle, are you sure about this?" Alear asked her. "This won't go exactly like the last fight back at Florra."

    "I know," Veyle replied with determination in her eyes. "But have faith. After all, Kiran summoned Mauvier and me as heroes, remember?"

    As Alear was unsure of what she could say to Veyle, Mauvier trotted his horse forward with the same determined expression.

    "Fear not, Divine One," Mauvier assured her. "I shall aid Lady Veyle with this. Consider it as one of my penances for antagonizing you and the Summoner back then."

    Alear asked Kiran if he agreed to send Veyle and Mauvier to confront Evil Veyle. Kiran nodded at Alear, to which Alear promptly returned the nod before turning her attention to Veyle.

    "Alright," Alear replied as she nodded at Veyle and Mauvier. "I believe in you two."

    "You two go and fight Evil Veyle," Kiran stated as he readied the Breidablik. "And take these Sacred Seals with you two."

    Kiran handed over two Sacred Seals, Phantom Res, and Heavy Blade, to Veyle and Mauvier respectively.

    "Thank you," Veyle smiled at Alear and Kiran as she placed the Phantom Res seal in her dress. "Mauvier and I won't let you two down."

    "As am I, Summoner," Mauvier nodded as he placed the Heavy Blade seal in his armor. "We shall take any boon we can get."

    Then, the group heard a cacophony of growls and roars, and soon enough, a Corrupted battalion emerged from the miasma, which prompted the group to ready their weapons.

    "Alright, everyone! We have to do our part!" Kiran declared. "Time to bide some time for Veyle and Mauvier! Let's make this count!"

    Thus, Veyle rode on Mauvier's horse as it galloped them in the frontlines while Alear, Kiran, Fjorm, and Seiðr continued fighting the Corrupted battalion that was poised to fight them.

    As Alear, Kiran, Fjorm and Seiðr drew the attention of most of the enemies and with Veyle accompanying him, Mauvier rode his horse to the area where Evil Veyle was, ready to fight her with everything they had. As the two noticed several Corrupted emerging from the ground, Veyle disembarked from Mauvier's horse and held her Obscurité tome tightly while Mauvier readied his Penitent Lance.

    "Lady Veyle, I am certain that the false Veyle is nearby," Mauvier asked her. "Are you ready?"

    "As ready as I'll ever be, Mauvier," Veyle answered as the Corrupted charged at the two of them. "Let's do this."

    And thus, Veyle and Mauvier fought off the newly spawned Corrupted, covering each other's backs. In the ensuing chaos, a Corrupted Mage took the initiative, conjuring a fireball from their Elfire tome at Veyle. Due to Mauvier being nearby, Veyle's Fell Protection activated as a red mist surrounded Veyle, nullifying the magic attack and prompting her to launch a counterattack.

    "I won't lose!" Veyle vowed as she retaliated by conjuring a pillar of darkness underneath the Corrupted Mage, obliterating them.

    As Veyle finished off a Corrupted Mage with her Obscurité tome, she sensed a powerful attack heading her way. Veyle looked down at the ground and noticed that a pool of darkness was about to burst out. Just as the attack was about to strike, Mauvier, who was by her side, triggered Veyle's Fell Protection ability once again. A red mist surrounded Veyle's body, mitigating the attack's impact as Veyle withstood the magic attack.

    Mauvier spoke up, his voice filled with relief. "Lady Veyle," he said, his gaze steady. "Thank the gods your Fell Protection activated in time."

    Veyle nodded, her expression serious. "I'm okay, Mauvier," she replied, her voice filled with determination and concern. "But, that attack is the same one that I use... That can only mean one thing..."

    Both looked forward and saw Evil Veyle and Marni approaching them. Evil Veyle let out a chilling smirk, her eyes burning with malice.

    "I thought I was going to meet with Alear and that accursed Kiran, but you two? This is much better for me," Evil Veyle declared, her voice filled with anger and anticipation. "Defects and traitors like you two should suffer by my hand and be slaughtered like the degenerates you are."

    Before Veyle and Mauvier could reply to Evil Veyle, Marni appeared at Evil Veyle's side while brandishing her Hurricane Axe, her gaze fixed on Mauvier.

    "Mauvier… Even though I still can't believe you betrayed us all," Marni said to Mauvier, her voice filled with disbelief and anger. "Just… Do me a favor and die along with the other Veyle."

    As Marni made her statement, Mauvier gripped his Penitent Lance, his expression resolute. "Lady Veyle," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I wish to fight Marni and perhaps bring her to her senses."

    Veyle nodded, her gaze steady. "Go ahead and fight Marni," she said, her voice filled with resolve.

    Then, Veyle readied her Obscurité tome, her eyes locked onto Evil Veyle. "I'll fight my evil counterpart," she declared, her voice filled with defiance.

    "Oh? That's pathetic, coming from a defect like you!" Evil Veyle gloated as she readied her own Obscurité tome. "Once you and that traitor Mauvier die here, I'll go after the so-called Divine One and that damn Summoner. Mark my words!"

    The air was filled with a tense silence as the two pairs prepared to face off, their resolve unwavering. The clash of steel and the roar of magic echoed through the desolate town of Givre Port, the stage set for a battle that would determine the fate of the living and the dead.

    In the meantime, Alear, Kiran, Fjorm, and Seiðr were slaying as many Corrupted soldiers as they could. Yet, for every enemy they defeated, more Corrupted emerged from the mist, their numbers seemingly endless. Alear, her Libération slicing through a Corrupted Axe Infantry, spoke with frustration and concern.

    "The miasma keeps reviving these Corrupted," Alear said, her gaze sharp as she watched the fallen enemy reform before her. "That's the third time I've slew that particular enemy."

    Kiran glanced over at Veyle and Mauvier, who were locked in battle with Evil Veyle and Marni. "We can't even help Veyle and Mauvier if the enemies keep reviving like this," he remarked, his voice filled with worry and determination.

    Seiðr gasped, her eyes widening as she realized the gravity of their situation. "There must be a way to rid of these Corrupted permanently," she said, her voice filled with hope and desperation.

    Suddenly, a Corrupted Mage lunged at Kiran, firing a bolt of darkness from their Fenrir tome. Kiran reacted swiftly, firing a shot from his Breidablik in retaliation. The powerful beam of light pierced through the bolt of darkness and blew a hole in the Corrupted Mage's head, causing the enemy to collapse and disintegrate. Seeing that an enemy had just attacked Kiran, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr rushed towards him.

    Fjorm spoke with concern, her voice filled with worry. "Kiran, are you alright?" she asked, her gaze steady.

    Kiran looked down at the Breidablik, his expression thoughtful. "Fjorm, I'm okay," he replied, his voice filled with relief and surprise. "But the Breidablik fired a stronger shot than usual. That's unusual even for me."

    After answering Fjorm's question, Kiran stared at the miasma pensively, his mind drifting back to the time when he and the Order of Heroes fought against Hel's forces. Suddenly, a vision flashed before his eyes. He briefly saw an image of Eir, which then faded away, replaced by a brown-haired woman wearing a yellow dress.

    The woman spoke, her voice soft and gentle. "I've been wanting to meet you for a long time," she said, her eyes filled with warmth. "You've been so kind to Eir."

    The woman continued, her voice filled with hope and determination. "You haven't summoned me yet," she said. "I am Ymir, the dragon of a realm long forgotten. But if you need my help, all you need to do is call upon me."

    As the vision ended, Kiran noticed that the Breidablik was glowing brightly. Baldraz, the spirit within the Breidablik, spoke up. "A powerful draconic entity has managed to make contact with the Breidablik," he explained, his voice echoing within Kiran's mind. "If you wish, you can summon that woman as a Hero."

    Alear, who had been watching Kiran closely, spoke with encouragement. "I heard what Baldraz said," she said, her voice filled with excitement and anticipation. "You should summon that woman as a Hero."

    Kiran smiled, his expression thoughtful. "I need to summon another Hero first," he said, his voice filled with determination as he noticed more enemies emerging from the ground. "But, we've got company!"

    As Kiran said those words, the newly spawned Corrupted battalion began to charge at the group, growling as their weapons were drawn out to kill. Sensing their threat, Alear wasted no time and activated the Ring of the Princess Exalt on her right index finger.

    "Let's buy Kiran some time!" Emblem Lucina spoke within the Ring of the Princess Exalt. "Call upon me!"

    "Let's go, Emblem Lucina!" Alear declared. "Emblem Engage!"

    As she activated the Ring of the Princess Exalt and assumed her Engage form, Alear stepped forward, her Libération sword at the ready. "Kiran, we'll fight off the encroaching enemies," she declared, her voice filled with determination. "You focus on summoning those Heroes."

    Seiðr, her eponymous staff glowing with power, spoke with urgency. "Time is of the essence, Kiran," she said, her voice filled with concern and encouragement. "Do what you must."

    Fjorm readied her Leiptr lance, her gaze steady. "I believe in you, Kiran," she said, her voice filled with confidence. "Summon them both."

    As Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr fought off the enemies to stall for time, Kiran loaded a Golden Summon Orb into the Breidablik, knowing what he must do to turn the tides of battle in his army's favor.

    Back at the Aether Resort garden, Eir watched the ghostly form of Ymir closing her eyes as if her patron dragon was in a trance. Then, a soft, white glow enveloped their bodies, casting a gentle radiance around them. Eir's senses sharpened, a realization dawning upon her as Ymir spoke with a sense of urgency.

    "Eir," Ymir called out. "It's time."

    "I see," Eir responded. "Did you feel that as well?"

    "Yes," Ymir's ghostly visage replied. "Kiran has finally called out to me."

    "Agreed, Kiran needs our help," Eir replied. "Let us heed his summons."

    In a dazzling display of light, Eir and Ymir's forms vanished from the tranquil setting of the Aether Resort, their forms dissipating into motes of radiant energy. With unwavering determination, they embarked on their journey back to Elyos, ready to stand alongside Kiran.

    As he concentrated on the two Heroes that he needed to bring out into battle, Kiran steeled his resolve, he pulled the trigger on the Breidablik and fired two orbs, a colorless orb, and a Golden Summon Orb, into the sky and began to chant.

    "Gathering wishes to call upon the lost princess straddled between life and death along with her patron dragon of life!" Kiran solemnly chanted. "Become the path its light shines upon!"

    As the two orbs transformed into portals, Kiran finished his chant. "Hero Summon! I call forth Eir and Ymir into the battlefield!"

    Riding on her black pegasus, Eir emerged from the portal transformed from the colorless orb, and landed near Kiran. She looked at Kiran, her eyes filled with gratitude and resolve.

    "I am Eir. It is good to be called by you again, Kiran," Eir said, her voice filled with determination. "I shall aid in your plight, as you have requested."

    Emerging from the portal transformed from the Golden Summon Orb, Ymir, wearing her signature yellow dress, stood in front of Kiran. Like with Eir, she stared at him, her eyes filled with warmth and determination.

    "Kiran, I've heard your summons. This is the first time we have properly met," Ymir introduced herself, her voice filled with gratitude and resolve. "I am Ymir, the dragon of life. My life's spark might aid you, and I'm glad to offer it."

    With the summoning of Eir and Ymir, the battle raged on around them, the clash of steel and the roar of magic echoing through the desolate town of Givre Port. And thus, their hope to turn the tide of this battle began to grow.
     
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    • Chapter 26, Part 5
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    • Meanwhile, near the central part of Givre Port, Veyle and Mauvier clashed against Evil Veyle and Marni. Mauvier galloped his horse, attempting to strike at Marni with his Penitent Lance. However, Marni swiftly blocked the attack with her humongous Hurricane Axe, her movements precise despite the weight of her weapon.

    Marni then swung her Hurricane Axe in retaliation, but Mauvier managed to block the reprisal with his Penitent Lance barely, his grip steady and his gaze unwavering. Marni huffed, the weight of her axe making her breath come in short gasps.

    "Mauvier... Why?" Marni demanded, her voice filled with anger and disbelief. "Why did you betray Lord Sombron? We Hounds were your family! Why did you turn your back against us? Why did you side with the Divine One and Kiran?!"

    Mauvier parried Marni's Hurricane Axe with his Penitent Lance, his movements calm and calculated. "Marni, I chose to betray Sombron because Kiran could do something that Sombron could not," he explained, his voice steady. "Kiran had summoned the real Veyle as Hero."

    Marni gawked, her gaze darting to Veyle and Evil Veyle, locked in a fierce battle nearby. "Wait... What?! No! No! No!" she snapped, her voice filled with disbelief and anger. "I... I don't believe you! We have Veyle with us, who's loyal to Lord Sombron! The other Veyle is a faker! I'm sure of it!"

    When Marni said those words, Mauvier narrowed his eyes as he continued to elude Marni's attacks, his movements fluid and precise. "Believe what you want to believe," he said, his voice filled with determination and resolve. "I will not tolerate insults towards the real Lady Veyle."

    With a sudden burst of speed, Mauvier attacked again with his Penitent Lance. Marni's eyes widened as she saw the terrifying expression that Mauvier showed as he readied his lance.

    "A decisive blow!" Mauvier apologized in advance.

    This time, his attack knocked Marni a few feet back, denting her heavy armor as she crashed into one of the houses. As the house collapsed upon Marni, the clash of steel echoed through the desolate town, the weight of their battle and the stakes hanging heavy in the air. Then, Mauvier noticed that Marni dropped the Ring of the Young Lion when she crashed into the house. As he picked up the tainted Emblem Ring, Mauvier saw Veyle fighting against her counterpart, Evil Veyle.

    "Lady Veyle..." Mauvier muttered as he reared his horse. "She is in danger."

    Thus, Mauvier galloped his trusty horse to where Veyle was, but he met resistance as more Corrupted began to attack him. As Mauvier took down the enemies, Marni groaned as she regained consciousness, sore from Mauvier's attack. Marni emerged from the rubble of the house that she crashed into, looking no worse for wear.

    "Mauvier! I'm not done yet..." Marni grumbled, but then she realized that the Ring of the Young Lion was no longer in her possession. "Oh no... This is bad, bad bad...!"

    At the same time, Veyle faced off against her counterpart, Evil Veyle. The two exchanged attacks, black smoke rising from their Obscurité tomes as they clashed.

    As the visage of Emblem Micaiah briefly appeared at her side, Evil Veyle conjured dark orbs from her Obscurité and she threw those projectiles at Veyle. Then, Veyle's Fell Protection activated, covering Veyle in a red mist that weakened Evil Veyle's attacks. As Veyle retaliated with her projectiles from her Obscurité, Evil Veyle glared at Veyle, her eyes burning with anger.

    "I am stronger than you," Evil Veyle wondered sarcastically, her voice filled with contempt and disbelief. "And yet, even if it's only you and that traitor Mauvier, you still will not fall?!"

    Veyle let out a defiant smile, her gaze steady. "Mauvier and I intentionally volunteered to fight you and Marni," she said, her voice filled with conviction. "Alear and Kiran trusted us both."

    As she heard Veyle's reply, Evil Veyle's face contorted in anger. "You have the gall to do that?!" she spat, her voice filled with anger and disbelief. "You defect!"

    Suddenly, two Corrupted mages began to appear from the ground, attacking Veyle. However, Veyle easily disposed of them, her movements swift and precise. As more Corrupted Mages emerged from the ground near her, Evil Veyle spoke, her voice filled with anger and determination.

    "I have enough of your defective defiance!" Evil Veyle yelled, her eyes burning with malice. "Die before me and my minions!"

    Veyle retorted as she took down the Corrupted Mages attacking her, her movements fluid and unyielding. "Mauvier and I don't plan on dying to you," she said, her voice filled with defiance and resolve. "We won't lose!"

    The air was filled with the clash of magic and the roar of battle as the two Veyles continued to face off, their determination unwavering. The weight of their battle and the stakes involved hung heavy in the air, the desolate town of Givre Port serving as the stage for their clash.

    Meanwhile, as Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr took down Corrupted soldiers emerging from the encroaching miasma, the newly summoned Eir and Ymir looked at Kiran. Ymir surveyed the enemy soldiers, her expression thoughtful. "These creatures hold the souls of innocent people from this town," she said, her voice filled with sorrow and determination.

    Eir spoke up, her gaze steady. "Ymir," she suggested, her voice filled with hope and concern. "You should be able to neutralize the miasma around them to let these poor souls pass on."

    Ymir smiled as she glanced at Kiran, her eyes filled with warmth. "I can do that," she said, her voice filled with confidence and respect. "But only if Kiran approves."

    Kiran nodded, his expression was resolute as he readied his Breidablik. "Ymir," he said, his voice filled with determination and trust. "Do what you must. Please clear out the miasma for us."

    Ymir nodded in agreement and shapeshifted into a four-legged yellow dragon with plant growths. Her draconic body emitted a flash of light that dispelled the miasma in Givre Port. As the light faded, Ymir reverted to her humanoid form, her expression satisfied.

    "It is done," Ymir said, her voice filled with relief and accomplishment. "The miasma has been dispelled, and with that, these creatures can't reform as quickly."

    Eir spoke up, her gaze steady. "All that is left is to dispose of these Corrupted and take down the ones responsible for the death of the villagers," she said, her voice filled with determination and resolve. "We must make haste."

    Kiran replied thoughtfully. "We should regroup with Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr beforehand," he said, his voice filled with strategy and concern.

    "Of course, Summoner," Eir nodded. "Let us regroup with them."

    As they prepared to regroup, the weight of their mission and the battles they had faced hung heavy in the air. The desolate town of Givre Port, now free from the miasma, served as the stage for their final confrontation, their resolve unwavering as they prepared to face the challenges ahead.

    Meanwhile, Timerra, Fogado, and their retainers fought further into Givre Port, taking down any enemy that stood in their way. Suddenly, they all saw a flash of light in the distance, knocking back the Corrupted soldiers lunging at them. Fogado, his eyes sharp, noticed Kiran summoning two girls to his side.

    "Oh? What do we have here?" Fogado remarked, his voice filled with curiosity and admiration. "Seems Kiran is inviting two more Heroes to the party."

    Bunet, one of the retainers, spoke up. "I recognize one of the newly summoned Heroes as Eir," he said, his voice filled with recognition and surprise. "I remember her dishing out those elegant daggers back then."

    Pandreo, another retainer, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I remember Kiran summoning Eir before, back at Tullah Desert," he said, his voice filled with remembrance and awe. "And she is good at throwing her daggers! Awoo!"

    Then, everyone in the group was surprised when the other Hero, a woman wearing a yellow dress, shapeshifted into a four-legged yellow dragon.

    Merrin, her eyes wide with astonishment, blurted out. "Oh my!" she exclaimed. "That woman in yellow just became a dragon!"

    Panette, another retainer, replied with surprise and admiration. "Verily," she said, her voice filled with disbelief and respect. "Even I am astonished that Kiran can summon someone who can become a dragon."

    Timerra, her gaze steady, spoke with determination. "Then again, we all know that Kiran managed to summon Lumera back to life as a Hero," she said, her voice filled with anticipation and resolve. "Anyway, the sooner we can regroup with Alear and Kiran, the sooner we can get to know Eir and that dragon girl better."

    Fogado, noticing more Corrupted soldiers charging at them, spoke with urgency. "We need to take down these party crashers first," he said, his voice filled with determination and concern.

    Timerra readied her Desert Spear, her expression resolute. "Everyone," she commanded, her voice filled with authority and determination. "We're moving!"

    As they continued to fight through the ghost town, the weight of their mission and the battles they had faced hung heavy in the air.

    At the same time, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr took down one enemy after another in a bid to buy Kiran time for him to summon the two Heroes. Then, they saw a flash of light behind them, dispelling the miasma and knocking down some of the Corrupted and disintegrating the rest.

    "This light… It dispelled the miasma and heavily damaged the Corrupted," Seiðr muttered. "This can only mean one thing..."

    "Alear! Seiðr!" Fjorm exclaimed as she glanced back. "It's Kiran! And he's summoned two more Heroes here!"

    As Kiran, Eir, and Ymir regrouped with Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr, Alear spoke with curiosity and admiration. "You've summoned those two Heroes," she said, her gaze shifting between Eir and Ymir.

    Kiran nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "That's right," he affirmed, his voice filled with remembrance and pride. "Do you remember Eir?"

    Alear replied, her expression thoughtful. "Yeah, I met Eir back at Tullah Desert," she said, her gaze settling on Ymir. "But I don't recognize the other Hero."

    Ymir stepped forward, her expression serene. "I am Ymir, the Dragon of Life," she introduced herself, her voice filled with warmth and authority. "You could say that I'm Eir's patron deity."

    Alear's expression brightened with a smile. "While I have already met some Dragons in the Order of Heroes, this is my first time meeting you, Ymir," she said, her voice filled with respect and curiosity. "It's an honor to meet another dragon."

    "Oh yes," Ymir smiled. "The honor is mine."

    Eir interjected, her voice calm and explanatory. "Ymir has been dead for some time," she said, her gaze steady. "She was only revived by being summoned by Kiran."

    Alear's smile widened, her expression thoughtful. "Her situation is similar to Lumera's," she remarked, her voice filled with understanding and appreciation. "Good to know."

    Suddenly, a massive battalion of Corrupted soldiers appeared, putting the group on guard. Fjorm spoke with concern and confusion. "Aren't these the same enemies that we slew before Ymir dispelled the miasma?" she wondered aloud, her gaze sharp.

    Ymir observed the enemies, and her expression was thoughtful. "These enemies do not have any souls from the town," she explained, her voice filled with relief and determination. "They can be taken down."

    Kiran spoke with resolve, his gaze steady. "These enemies stand in the way between us and regrouping with Veyle and Mauvier," he said, his voice filled with determination and urgency. "Let's take them on."

    As the Corrupted battalion charged at the group, Timerra, Fogado, and their retainers intervened, stopping the assault. Alear spoke with relief, her gaze steady. "You arrived in time," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.

    Fogado smiled, his expression confident. "We fought our way here," he said, his voice filled with determination and pride. "These party crashers don't stand a chance!"

    Kiran spoke with concern, his gaze shifting between Timerra and Fogado. "What about Diamant, Alcryst, and Saphir?" he asked, his voice filled with worry and curiosity.

    Timerra smirked, her expression reassuring. "Don't worry," she said, her voice filled with confidence and amusement. "Diamant and Alcryst are with Saphir back at the pier."

    Fogado added, his voice filled with certainty and reassurance. "I'm sure that Male Divine One along with Princesses Ivy and Hortensia are also there."

    "Now, I've met up with Eir," Fogado spoke as he stared at Ymir. "You're a new face. I saw you turn into a dragon, and one of our retainers liked that part."

    "Thank you. I'm flattered," Ymir smiled. "I am Ymir, the Dragon of Life, and Eir's patron dragon."

    "So, you're like Lumera, huh?" Timerra remarked. "No wonder Merrin was excited when you became a dragon earlier!"

    "Yes," Ymir acknowledged. "I assumed my dragon form to permanently clear out the miasma."

    As Ymir was conversing with Timerra and Pandreo, Kiran glanced in the direction where Veyle and Mauvier went with worry and concern.

    Bunet, one of Fogado's retainers, approached Kiran on his horse, his expression thoughtful. "Summoner," he suggested, his voice filled with hope and determination. "Can you summon Panette, Pandreo, and Merrin as Heroes?"

    Seiðr widened her eyes, her expression surprised. "Wait, I saw those three charge into the Corrupted battalion head-on," she said, her voice filled with admiration and concern. "Bunet, why did you not join in with the other retainers?"

    Bunet calmly replied, his expression steady. "I feel I could do more to defend Fogado closely," he said, his voice filled with loyalty and resolve. "Panette, Pandreo, and Merrin rushed to the enemies. I'm afraid they were too eager to dish out against that battalion."

    Fogado spoke with determination, his gaze steady. "In that case, Bunet, you can help here," he said, his voice filled with confidence and resolve. "You gotta help us fend off enemy reinforcements."

    Timerra nodded in agreement, her expression serious. "That's why I'm counting on ya, Kiran!" she urged, her voice filled with urgency and determination. "Summon Panette, Pandreo, and Merrin before it's too late!"

    Kiran nodded as he readied three Golden Summon Orbs into the Breidablik, his expression resolute. "Right," he said, his voice filled with determination and focus. "I'll go to your retainers."

    Alear smiled as she readied her Libération sword, her expression determined. "Let's go," she said, her voice filled with resolve and anticipation. "They're counting on us!"

    "I agree," Ymir concurred. "We must save those three."

    Thus, Kiran, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr pushed forward. At the same time, Fogado, Timerra, and Bunet drew the attention of and fought off several enemies, their resolve unwavering as they faced the challenges ahead.

    Meanwhile, Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin fought one enemy soldier after another, their weapons clashing against the relentless onslaught. Riding her wolf, Merrin slashed a Corrupted soldier with her Steel Sword, her expression thoughtful.

    "Oh no," Merrin wondered aloud, her voice filled with concern and determination. "Have we overextended ourselves?"

    Panette spoke confidently, taking down a Corrupted soldier with her Silver Axe. "Nonsense," she said, her voice filled with resolve and assurance. "I'm confident that we can take these enemies down!"

    Pandreo smiled as he glanced at Kiran, Eir, Ymir, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr approaching the group. "We didn't overextend after all," he said, his voice filled with relief and pride. "Look at who showed up!"

    Upon arriving, Kiran spoke with determination, his gaze steady. "Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr fight the Corrupted," he commanded, his voice filled with authority and urgency. "Eir and Ymir, with me."

    Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr nodded in agreement, their expressions resolute. "We'll take these enemies on," Alear said, her voice filled with determination and resolve.

    Fjorm readied her Leiptr, her gaze sharp. "Kiran, summon Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin as Heroes," she urged, her voice filled with hope and determination.

    Seiðr spoke with urgency, her gaze steady. "Time is of the essence," she said, her voice filled with concern and resolve.

    As Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr fought off the Corrupted soldiers, Kiran slowly walked toward Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin, his Breidablik loaded with three Golden Summon Orbs. The air was filled with the clash of steel and the roar of magic as the group prepared to face the challenges ahead, their resolve unwavering.

    As Pandreo smiled, seeing Kiran approaching while Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr were fighting the Corrupted, he spoke excitedly. "I overheard what Princess Fjorm said," he said, his voice filled with anticipation and pride. "We saw you summon Princess Timerra and Prince Fogado as Heroes yesterday. I suppose it's our turn now."

    Panette, her gaze shifting to Kiran, spoke with hope and curiosity. "Is what Pandreo said true?" she asked, her voice filled with eagerness and disbelief.

    Kiran calmly nodded as he readied his Breidablik, his expression resolute. "Yes, it was Bunet who suggested that idea," he said, his voice filled with determination and urgency. "But, we mustn't waste time."

    Then, four Corrupted soldiers spawned from the ground and pointed their weapons at the group, prompting Eir and Ymir to confront the enemy group in an act of defiance.

    "Ymir and I shall draw the attention of these enemies," Eir declared as she readied her Lyfjaberg dagger.

    "Just so," Ymir nodded as she assumed her dragon form. "They shall do no more harm."

    As Eir and Ymir took on the group of Corrupted, Merrin, steadying her wolf mount, spoke with resolve. "So majestic..." she said as she stared at Ymir's dragon form, her voice filled with determination and anticipation before turning her attention to Kiran. "Alright, Summoner. We're ready to be summoned by you as Heroes."

    Kiran nodded, his gaze steady as he aimed the Breidablik at Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin. He began to chant, his voice filled with conviction.

    "Gathering stars to call upon the three retainers of Solm, the Queendom of Freedom!" Kiran chanted. "Become the path its light shines upon!"

    Kiran fired the Golden Summon Orbs from the Breidablik at Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin. The three orbs were absorbed into their bodies, making Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin glow in a soft hue of light.

    "Hero Summon!" Kiran finished chanting. "I induct you three as Heroes — Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin!"

    Upon completing the summoning, a flash of light was emitted from Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin's bodies, disintegrating nearby Corrupted soldiers and knocking back the rest several feet away. The three were in awe as the weapons they were wielding began to change upon being summoned as Heroes.

    Kiran quietly scanned the three's new weapons via the Breidablik. Pandreo's Physic staff had become the Respite+ staff, Panette's Silver Axe transformed into the Berserker Axe, and Merrin's Steel Sword became the Suave Blade.

    Pandreo spoke with awe and gratitude. "I'm Pandreo, a cleric of Solm!" he said, his voice filled with pride and determination. "I feel stronger now that I'm a Hero! Aroo!"

    Panette spoke with resolve, her gaze steady. "I am Panette, a lady from the Queendom of Solm!" she said, her voice filled with loyalty and determination. "For the boss' sake and yours, leave the exterminating to me!"

    Merrin spoke with gratitude, her expression serious. "Thank you for summoning me. I'm Merrin, royal knight of Solm," she said, her voice filled with appreciation and resolve. "I vow to use my newfound strength as a Hero for Princess Timerra and for you, Kiran."

    Kiran nodded, his gaze shifting to Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin's new weapons. "You're welcome. Your new weapons are the Respite+ staff, the Berserker Axe, and the Suave Blade," he said, his voice filled with urgency and determination. And just in time as well..."

    Kiran turned around to see Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr running towards him, having taken down the Corrupted battalion that Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin fought.

    "Kiran! You managed to summon them in time!" Alear said as a smile formed before turning her attention to Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin. "Oh! And I'm glad you three are now Heroes."

    "The honor is ours, Divine One," Pandreo replied as he wielded his Respite+ staff. "I think I can use my staff as a weapon now! According to the Summoner, my new staff is called Respite+ or something like that."

    "I feel more agile and refined as a Hero," Panette said as she readied her Berserker Axe. "My Silver Axe became this elegant… Berserker Axe. It is a weapon most suited for me."

    "I can say the same, Divine One," Merrin spoke as she steadied her wolf mount and wielded her Suave Blade. "My Steel Sword has been reforged into this Suave Blade. It feels right for me to wield my new weapon."

    Then, another Corrupted battalion emerged from the ground, alerting the group. Several Corrupted who were knocked down by Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin's summoning joined the newly spawned battalion.

    "Here comes another battalion!" Fjorm exclaimed as she readied her Leiptr.

    "It seems the enemies grow relentless," Seiðr commented as she noticed that several Corrupted wyrms spawned and joined with the battalion. "Even several Corrupted wyrms have joined in."

    "Yeah, not only do we have to rendezvous with Eir and Ymir," Kiran grimaced as he looked in the direction Veyle and Mauvier went off. "But we also need to reach Veyle and Mauvier before it's too late."

    "Two birds in one stone, huh?" Pandreo mused as he twirled his Respite+ staff. "We can help with that!"

    "Surely, these cretins deserve a good beating!" Panette declared. "I'm eager to do my part!"

    "Don't worry, Kiran," Merrin assured him. "We'll return to Princess Timerra and Prince Fogado's side once we take these enemies down."

    "Thank you, Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin," Kiran said to them. "I'm glad Bunet suggested that I summoned you three as Heroes."

    "Alright, we've got this!" Alear exclaimed. "Let's regroup with Eir and Ymir, then we go help Veyle and Mauvier!"

    With their newfound strength as Heroes, Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin charged at the newly spawned Corrupted battalion. Seizing the opportunity, Kiran, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr rushed back to regroup with Eir and Ymir before going to where Veyle and Mauvier were.
     
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    • At the pier of Givre Port, Saphir, Diamant, and Alcryst were taking down one Corrupted after another. As they slew each enemy, the miasma in the area churned, and the same Corrupted soldiers emerged from it, ready for another scuffle.

    As the enemies closed in, the retainers, Amber, Jade, Citrinne, and Lapis, fended off the incursion with everything they had.

    "My legend starts now!" Amber declared as he ran down a Corrupted soldier with his Killer Lance.

    "Your story ends here!" Jade bellowed as she cleaved a Lance Armored Knight with her Steel Axe.

    "I'll cut you down to size!" Lapis uttered as she bisected a Corrupted Axe Fighter with her Defier's Sword+.

    "Allow me to dazzle you!" Citrinne chastised as she conjured a high-pressured blast of wind from her Tome of Luxuries at a Corrupted Mage.

    Amid the chaotic fighting, the group saw a flash of light, which made them briefly close their eyes. As the light faded, they saw the miasma quickly dissipating around them. The flash of light also disoriented the Corrupted soldiers, giving the group a brief moment to ponder what happened.

    "What was that?" Saphir exclaimed as she tightened her grip on her Brave Axe. "Did the miasma... disappear?!"

    "I'm sure it's Kiran's doing," Diamant presumed as his Fair-Fight Blade heated up. "He must've summoned a Hero that cleared out the miasma like he did at Solm's Northern Fortress a few days back."

    "At least, it'll be easier f-for us to deal with the Corrupted," Alcryst added as he fired an arrow from his Arcane Darkbow at a Wyvern Rider. "Since t-the miasma that keeps reviving them is gone."

    "Then, let's not squander this opportunity," Diamant affirmed as he slashed a Corrupted soldier with his Fair-Fight Blade. "The enemy numbers are getting thin. Let's keep the pressure on!"

    As the Corrupted began to recover from their disorientation, Saphir, Diamant, and Alcryst pressed their advantage.

    At the same time, Male Alear, Ivy, Hortensia, and their retainers kept fighting the Corrupted battalion on the other side of the pier. In particular, Ivy steadied her wyvern as she attacked one of the enemy Dark Fliers.

    "Loathsome!" Ivy scoffed as she conjured multiple icicles from her Icebound Tome.

    Suddenly, a Corrupted Wyvern Rider darted towards Ivy, their Steel Axe poised to strike. Seeing Ivy being attacked, Male Alear dashed towards the Corrupted Wyvern Rider and intercepted their attack with his Libération.

    "Guided by the Emblems!" Male Alear declared as he slashed a Corrupted Wyvern Rider after Ivy with his Libération.

    After Male Alear took down the Corrupted Wyvern Rider, Ivy regained her bearings and turned her attention to Alear's male counterpart.

    "Thank you, Divine One," Ivy replied as she steadied her wyvern. "I almost got taken out there."

    "It's alright," Male Alear replied. "We have to be vigilant against these enemies."

    Then, the group saw a flash of light and closed their eyes in response. Opening their eyes, they noticed the prevalent miasma slowly fading away.

    "Oh my, the miasma..." Rosado exclaimed as he steadied her wyvern. "Princess Hortensia! It's gone!"

    "Yeah!" Goldmary replied as she looked around. "There was a bright flash of light, and then the dark clouds were gone!"

    "I can see that!" Hortensia replied as she observed the phenomenon while riding her pegasus. "I think Kiran's the one who did it. I think he summoned a Hero that cleared it out."

    "Is that so?" Ivy remarked as she noticed that the Corrupted enemies were also affected by the flash of light. "At least it will make it easier for us to deal with the enemies since the miasma that keeps reviving them is gone."

    "Then, we must make *our* move," Zelkov uttered as he readied his Silver Daggers. "The Corrupted do not relent, *nor* do they delay."

    "Then, let us press forward!" Kagetsu exclaimed as he brandished his Reversal Blade+. "We must not squander this opening!"

    Seizing the opportunity, Male Alear, Ivy, Hortensia, and their retainers launched a counterattack against the enemy forces in the area, knowing that the miasma that was empowering the enemy was gone.

    At the same time, Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin rendezvous with Timerra, Fogado, and Bunet after helping Alear and Kiran's group take down the Corrupted enemies that were in the way.

    "Strength in faith!" Pandreo declared as he used his Respite+ staff to conjure a light bomb on a Corrupted Mage.

    "I'll beat ya to a pulp!" Panette declared as she took down a Corrupted Lance Fighter with her Berserker Axe.

    Then, a Corrupted Axe Cavalier charged at Panette, with their Steel Axe drawn to kill. Sensing Panette in danger, Merrin had her wolf mount dashed toward Panette. As Panette stepped aside, Merrin switched positions with Panette, and when she did, the effects of Suave Blade activated as Merrin intercepted the Corrupted Axe Cavalier's assault.

    "For my princess!" Merrin yelled as she counterattacked the Axe Cavalier with her Suave Blade.

    "Hah," Fogado remarked after seeing Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin perform in battle. "They're much stronger now that Kiran had summoned them."

    "Indeed, they are cooking a scrumptious dish from these foes," Bunet commented. "I surely hope that I get summoned by Kiran when the time comes."

    "Oh, don't worry about that!" Timerra exclaimed as she impaled a Corrupted Lance Fighter with her Desert Spear. "You'll get your chance! I'm sure about it!"

    "Sis is right," Fogado winked as he readied his Sentinel Bow. "But right now, we must do our part and take down these party crashers!"

    "You're both right," Bunet nodded as he readied his Iron Greataxe. "Then, let's savor this moment!"

    "Seadall?" Emblem Corrin spoke to him through her Emblem Ring. "What card did you draw?"

    "The card I have drawn is…" Seadall replied as he examined the card. "Le Soleil… A symbol of light within the darkness. This battle shall have its conclusion shortly. We must persevere."

    Having regrouped with Eir and Ymir, Alear, Kiran, Fjorm, and Seiðr pushed further into the desolate town, taking down any Corrupted enemy that stood in their way.

    "Thanks to Pandreo, Panette, and Merrin," Kiran huffed as he blasted a Corrupted Mage with the Breidablik. "We can plow our way through most of these enemies."

    "I concur," Seiðr replied as she took down a Mage Calvary with her eponymous staff. "But time is not on our side if we want to reach Veyle and Mauvier quickly."

    Then, Alear noticed a familiar ally in the distance who was fending off one enemy after another. Her eyes widened as she recognized that someone was Mauvier who had skewered a Lance Cavalier with his Penitent Lance, but several Corrupted soldiers were going to assault him.

    "Kiran," Alear muttered as her Engage form was brimming with energy. "That's Mauvier! He needs help!"

    "Yeah, you're right!" Kiran replied as he readied the Breidablik. "Let's lend him a hand!"

    With their timely arrival, Alear, Kiran, Fjorm, Eir, Ymir, and Seiðr took down the remaining Corrupted after Mauvier with concern and determination.

    "There is hope yet!" Seiðr exclaimed as she took down a Mage Calvary with her eponymous staff.

    "Grant me strength!" Alear beckoned as she slashed down an Axe Calvary with her Libération.

    "You won't get past me!" Fjorm declared as her Ice Mirror II activated as a Mage Infantry attacked her and counterattacked afterward.

    Then, Kiran pulled the trigger on his Breidablik and fired at the Axe Cavalier that was charging at Mauvier, disintegrating it. Mauvier calmly nodded as he trotted his horse toward the group.

    "Divine One, Summoner..." Mauvier said to them. "I am heading towards Lady Veyle's locations after defeating Marni when these enemies attacked me and I thank you for lending me your aid."

    "Of course, Mauvier," Kiran replied. "We arrived here just in time."

    "You're welcome," Alear replied as she steadied her Liberation. "We were also about to rush to Veyle since she's fighting against Evil Veyle."

    "Ah, the false Veyle," Mauvier pondered with appellation and disgust. "I was going in the same direction to help Lady Veyle deal with her."

    Then, Mauvier reached for his pockets and gave Alear the Ring of the Young Lion. Alear's eyes widened as she recognized the tainted Emblem Ring that Mauvier gave to her.

    "Divine One, here is the Ring of the Young Lion that I have pilfered from Marni," Mauvier said to Alear as he gave the tainted Emblem Ring to her. "Consider this as a step towards my atonement."

    "Thank you, Mauvier," Alear replied as she put the tainted Emblem Ring in her pocket. "Kiran and I will purify this later."

    Then, after giving Alear the tainted Emblem Ring, Mauvier groaned in pain from his injuries. Ymir noticed Mauvier's wounds and quickly went towards him.

    "You're injured," Ymir said to Mauvier with concern and worry. "Allow me to mend some of your wounds."

    As Ymir placed her right hand on Mauvier's shoulder, her body emitted a yellowish glow. Most of Mauvier's wounds began to heal rapidly, and even parts of his plate armor were restored to normal.

    "My wounds have been healed. How?" Mauvier muttered. "I do not see you using a staff to heal me."

    "Nonsense, I am Ymir, the Dragon of Life," Ymir smiled as she calmed herself down. "Healing minor wounds is something trivial for me to do."

    "I see," Mauvier huffed. "In that case, I thank you for mending my wounds."

    "In that case, we need to press forward," Kiran suggested, pointing toward where Veyle went with his Breidablik. "Veyle needs our help."

    "You are right, Summoner," Mauvier acknowledged. "We are pressed for time. We must make haste to aid Lady Veyle."

    With Mauvier's wounds tended, the group marched forward, hoping to reach Veyle's location to assist her against Evil Veyle.

    Meanwhile, Veyle and Evil Veyle were trading one spell after another, their powerful magic leaving craters on the ground and buildings partially demolished. Evil Veyle yelled at Veyle, her voice filled with malice.

    "You defect!" Evil Veyle spat, as a dark orb manifested from her Obscurité tome. "Die already!"

    Veyle retorted, her voice filled with defiance as she conjured a dark orb from her Obscurité tome. "I won't lose," she declared, her voice filled with determination. "Not to you, not ever!"

    Veyle and Evil Veyle fired their dark orbs, the projectiles colliding in midair, causing a massive explosion that knocked them away in opposing directions. Veyle was knocked to the ground while Evil Veyle crashed into a building that collapsed under her.

    After a few moments of being knocked down, Veyle struggled to stand up, her breath coming in short gasps, when suddenly, a Corrupted Axe Fighter charged at her.

    "No harm shall come to Lady Veyle while I live!" Mauvier declared as he charged at the Axe Fighter. "You will have nothing!"

    Veyle's eyes widened in surprise, but Mauvier intercepted the attack, skewering the Axe Fighter with his Penitent Lance. Veyle spoke with relief, her voice filled with gratitude. "Mauvier, you're here..." she huffed, her gaze steady. "I'm glad you arrived in time."

    Mauvier replied, his expression resolute. "Lady Veyle, I arrived here as soon as I could, and I am not alone," he said, his voice filled with determination and pride. "The Divine One, the Summoner, and the rest of our allies are with me."

    Veyle turned back and saw Alear, Kiran, Fjorm, Seiðr, Eir, and Ymir running towards her, taking down any Corrupted enemy that got in their way. Her heart swelled with hope and determination as she prepared to face Evil Veyle again, her resolve unwavering.

    Evil Veyle gritted her teeth in anger, her eyes burning with malice as she conjured a dark orb from her Obscurité tome and threw it at Kiran. "Kiran Pathfinder! Accursed Summoner!" she spat, her voice filled with anger and contempt. "You and Alear have been a thorn in Lord Sombron's side one time too many!"

    Before Alear, Fjorm, and even Seiðr could react, Veyle jumped in the way, activating her Fell Protection as she conjured a dark orb from her Obscurité tome to protect. The two projectiles collided in midair, sending shockwaves through the area.

    Veyle spoke with determination, her voice filled with resolve. "I am a Hero summoned under Kiran Pathfinder… I won't let anyone harm him, not even you!" she declared, her gaze steady. "Feel what I feel!"

    With Alear, Kiran, Mauvier, and their allies backing her up, Veyle musters every strength she had, and her projectile overpowered Evil Veyle's. Evil Veyle's eyes widened as Veyle's projectile hit her in full force. The sheer force of Veyle's counterattack destroyed Evil Veyle's Obscurité tome and knocked her into a building as she dropped the tainted Ring of the Dawn Maiden into the ground.

    "Alear!" Kiran exclaimed as he noticed that Evil Veyle had dropped her Emblem Ring. "Retrieve the Ring of the Dawn Maiden!"

    "I'm on it!" Alear replied as she used the remaining strength of her Engage form to retrieve the tainted Emblem Ring.

    "No!" Evil Veyle huffed as she saw Alear picking up the Ring of the Dawn Maiden from the ground. "My Emblem Ring…"

    As Alear swiftly returned to Kiran's side, Evil Veyle quickly stood up with her remaining strength and began to leak out dark vapor from her body, her expression turning even more malevolent. "I won't stand by this farce!" she said, her voice filled with anger and despair. "I have you all beaten back at Destinea Cathedral, and now, not only I lost once, but twice?!"

    Kiran scoffed, his expression unimpressed. "Look around you, Evil Veyle," he said, his voice filled with disdain and confidence. "This isn't like last time, and now, we've stolen back two more Emblem Rings from you and Marni. I suggest you two leave while you still have the dignity to do so."

    "You would dare suggest that to me, accursed Summoner?!" Evil Veyle grumbled as she glared at Kiran. "I still have the miasma in this dead town and I…"

    "Look around you!" Veyle called out. "Haven't you noticed anything different?"

    Then, Evil Veyle glanced at her surroundings, her expression turning into a glare as she realized the truth. "What? The miasma?! No, no, no!" she yelled, her voice filled with anger and disbelief as she demanded. "What did you do to get rid of the miasma?!"

    Ymir stepped up, her expression serene yet firm. "Kiran has summoned me," she said, her voice filled with pride and authority. "I am Ymir, the Dragon of Life and I am the one who removed the miasma. You will no longer use the souls of this town."

    Kiran spoke with finality, his gaze steady. "You can never spawn your minions from the souls that died in this town ever again," he declared, his voice filled with determination and resolve.

    As Evil Veyle considered her options as the remaining Corrupted soldiers gathered around her, she noticed Marni hobbling to her side. Her expression turned into a scowl as she demanded. "Marni!" she demanded. "Where have you been?"

    Marni, her voice filled with pain and urgency. "Guh… Mauvier knocked me into the building, and he stole the Ring of the Young Lion from me," she huffed as she noticed that Evil Veyle also lost her Emblem Ring. "We need to retreat."

    Evil Veyle glanced at Marni, then at Alear, Kiran, and their group. "Tch, fine," she grudgingly conceded. "We're retreating, but I'm going to tell Lord Sombron about our failures, especially your failure."

    Marni became dismayed at what Evil Veyle said to her, knowing that she craves affection, especially to Lord Sombron.

    Turning her attention back to Alear, Kiran, and Veyle, Evil Veyle spoke with anger and determination. "You haven't seen the last of me," she declared, her voice filled with malice. "Once I become stronger, I'll kill all of you!"

    Alear pointed her Libération sword at Evil Veyle, her expression resolute. "We accept your challenge," she said, her voice filled with determination and defiance.

    Veyle glared at Evil Veyle, her voice steady and unyielding. "You ultimately won't win," she said, her voice filled with confidence and resolve.

    Kiran pointed his Breidablik at Evil Veyle, his expression stern. "Go retreat to Sombron like the evil lapdog daughter you are," he said, his voice filled with disdain and finality. "We'll eventually retrieve all of the Emblem Rings, one way or another."

    Evil Veyle gritted her teeth as a cloud of mist leaked out from her body, concealing her and Marni as they retreated from the area, leaving their remaining Corrupted soldiers behind.

    Kiran readied his Breidablik, his expression determined as the remaining Corrupted soldiers began to shamble toward the group. "Everyone," he said, his voice filled with resolve and urgency. "It's time to clean up the town of these Corrupted."

    Alear replied, readying her Libération sword, her expression mirroring Kiran's determination. "Agreed," she said, her voice filled with resolve and anticipation. "It's the least we can do to the poor souls that were killed here."
     
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    • At the Kingdom of Askr, Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna were in the Aether Resort garden, looking for Eir and Ymir. Sharena spoke with curiosity and concern, her gaze shifting between Alfonse and Commander Anna.

    "Commander?" Sharena asked, her voice filled with hope and disbelief. "Is it true that Kiran summoned Eir to Elyos while she was tending the garden?"

    Commander Anna replied thoughtfully. "I double-checked and asked the other Heroes about it," she said, her voice filled with certainty and reassurance. "The rumor is true."

    Alfonse spoke up, his expression serious. "No wonder the other Heroes reported that Eir went missing in the garden," he said, his voice filled with awe and respect. "Eir had to go through an ordeal while we were busy dealing with Embla and Letizia, isn't it?"

    Sharena nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I remember Eir saying that she would deal with Ganglöt since it was personal for her for some reason," she said, her voice filled with remembrance and curiosity. "And like you said, Alfonse, we had our hands full from the fiasco with Embla."

    Commander Anna spoke with relief and gratitude. "Fortunately, Eir managed to resolve her conflict with Ganglöt," she said, her voice filled with appreciation and respect as she noticed motes of light appearing nearby. "Everyone, here they come!"

    Suddenly, Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna noticed two motes of light manifesting near the garden. Their eyes widened in surprise as they saw Eir and Ymir emerge from the motes of light, their forms materializing before them.

    The air was filled with relief and joy as the group reunited, their hearts swelling with gratitude and appreciation for Eir and Ymir's safe return. The garden, once a place of tranquility, was now filled with triumph and reunion, the weight of their journeys and battles hanging heavy in the air.

    Sharena spoke with warmth and enthusiasm, her eyes bright and welcoming. "Eir, Ymir!" she said, her voice filled with genuine happiness. "Welcome back to Askr!"

    Eir replied with a soft smile, her voice gentle. "Thank you, Sharena," she explained, her gaze shifting between Sharena, Alfonse, and Commander Anna. "I was tending the garden when Kiran called Ymir and me to Elyos."

    Alfonse stared at Ymir, his expression a mix of awe and gratitude. "This is the first time I've seen you, Ymir," he said, his voice filled with respect. "Thank you for watching over Eir, even after your death."

    Ymir curtly bowed to Alfonse, Sharena, and Commander Anna, her expression serene. "And I thank you for taking care of Eir in turn," she said, her voice filled with appreciation and dignity. "But I'm back in the mortal realm, summoned by Kiran as a Hero."

    Commander Anna spoke with curiosity, her gaze steady. "What happened after Kiran summoned you two?" she asked, her voice filled with interest and concern.

    Eir replied, her voice calm and explanatory. "Kiran called us to clear out the miasma from a town in Elyos called Givre Port," she said, her gaze thoughtful.

    Ymir spoke solemnly and satisfied. "I helped put the souls of the people who lived in Givre Port to rest," she said, her voice filled with accomplishment and respect.

    Alfonse nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I assume Kiran sent you both back to Askr to report on the battle," he said, his voice filled with understanding and anticipation.

    Eir calmly nodded in agreement. "That is correct, Prince Alfonse," she said, her voice filled with confirmation and resolve. "Ymir and I have participated in battle. That is why Kiran sent us back to report about it."

    Sharena spoke with enthusiasm, her eyes bright with excitement. "Go ahead and report about the battle!" she said, her voice filled with eagerness and hospitality. "I'll also orient Ymir in the Order of Heroes!"

    Ymir replied with a warm smile, her voice filled with gratitude and appreciation. "What a wonderful idea," she said, her gaze steady and serene. "I'll enjoy my orientation in the Order of Heroes."

    As the group prepared to hear Eir's report and orient Ymir, the air was filled with unity and purpose. The garden served as a backdrop for their reunion and the sharing of their experiences.

    Meanwhile, Alear and Kiran's group managed to clean up the town of the remaining Corrupted soldiers at Givre Port. Kiran was talking to Alfred and Celine while their retainers inspected the Firene ship for any damage caused by the Corrupted.

    "Alfred, Celine…" Kiran asked the two Firene siblings. "How was the ship? Did you defend it from the Corrupted?"

    "It's alright, Kiran," Celine assured him. "We managed to fend off the Corrupted and prevented from from boarding the ship."

    "We managed to save the ship from being destroyed," Alfred replied to Kiran as he huffed his chest. "After all, this ship was given to us by Mother! She'll be mad if we wreck it on its maiden voyage!"

    "Okay, that's good to hear," Kiran said as he let out a sigh of relief. "I'll be heading to where Diamant, Alcryst, and Saphir are. I'll talk to you two later."

    As Kiran walked towards where Saphir, Diamant, and Alcryst at, he noticed Saphir's weariness and spoke concernedly.

    "Saphir," Kiran said, his voice filled with sympathy and admiration. "You look tired and weary from the battle."

    Saphir laughed, the creaks from her plate mail echoing as she moved. "Ha! I've fought my way to Elusia!" she said bluntly, her voice filled with pride and exhaustion. "I used to be a mercenary. So, these old bones are tougher than they look!"

    Diamant spoke up, his expression thoughtful. "But still… Saphir, days of fighting took some toll on you," he suggested, his voice filled with consideration and respect. "Kiran can open a portal to Somniel. You should go and rest up."

    Alcryst stammered, his eyes widening in surprise as he heard Saphir's journey. "I… know this isn't my place to say, but Diamant is right," he said, his voice filled with concern and disbelief. "You should recuperate for a few days."

    Saphir stretched her arms, her expression weary yet determined. "Well, if Prince Diamant and Prince Alcryst are telling me to rest..." she admitted, her voice filled with fatigue and resolve. "Alright, I'll rest up for a few days, but I want a piece of the action afterward."

    Kiran nodded, his expression understanding. He used the Breidablik to open a portal to Somniel, the air shimmering as the gateway materialized.

    "There we go," Kiran said as he made sure that the portal to Somniel was stable. "Saphir, I'll make sure to tell Alear that you're in Somniel, okay?"

    As Saphir walked toward the portal, she glanced at Kiran, her eyes filled with gratitude and hope. "Before I go, let me say something to you, Kiran," she said, her voice filled with aspiration and respect. "I was impressed when I saw you summon Heroes, so much that I want to be summoned by you as a Hero someday."

    Kiran replied with a warm smile as Saphir crossed halfway into the portal. "Don't worry, Saphir," he said, his voice filled with encouragement and promise. "You'll get your chance to be summoned one day."

    As Saphir disappeared into the portal, the group watched her go, their hearts filled with admiration and gratitude for her unwavering spirit and determination. The town of Givre Port, now free from enemies, stood as a testament to their victory and the bonds they had forged in battle.

    Then, Kiran saw Alear, Fjorm, Seiðr, Male Alear, and Ivy looking at him from another corner of the pier, with Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr glancing a look at him. He turned to Diamant and Alcryst, his expression determined. "Um, Diamant and Alcryst?" he said, his voice filled with urgency and resolve. "I should tend to them shortly..."

    Diamant nodded, his expression understanding. "Kiran, do what needs to be done," he said, his voice filled with support and encouragement. "We'll handle things in our end."

    Alcryst spoke up, his expression serious. "We'll tend to our retainers," he said, as he fidgeted nervously. "And… maybe take down any Corrupted that we may have overlooked or something like that..."

    Kiran nodded at Diamant and Alcryst before walking towards Alear, Fjorm, Seiðr, Male Alear, and Ivy. As Kiran ran towards them, Alear spoke with relief and anticipation.

    "Kiran!" Alear said, her voice filled with patience and eagerness. "We've been waiting for you!"

    Kiran scratched his head, his expression apologetic. "Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr... sorry I didn't tend to you sooner," he said, his voice filled with regret and explanation. "I had to check on the ship first, then with Saphir."

    "That's okay, Kiran," Alear replied, her tone filled with empathy and understanding. "We fought a hard-earned battle today. I'd do the same thing in your place."

    "I'd do the same thing," Fjorm affirmed. "You wanted to ensure that everything on our end is alright and I understand that, Kiran."

    "There will be more upcoming battles," Seiðr interjected. "But we have earned this victory for sure."

    Male Alear spoke with urgency and hope. "Now that's settled down," he said, his voice filled with necessity and trust. "Kiran, we need your help in purifying the two Emblem Rings that we obtained from Evil Veyle and Marni."

    Kiran turned to Alear as she presented him with the two tainted Emblem Rings, the Ring of the Young Lion and the Ring of the Dawn Maiden.

    Kiran readied the Breidablik, his expression resolute. "We'll purify these two Emblem Rings together," he said, his voice filled with determination and confidence. "I'll ready the Breidablik."

    As the group prepared to purify the Emblem Rings, the air was filled with purpose and unity, their resolve unwavering as they faced the challenges ahead. The pier, once a battleground, now served as a stage for their collective effort to restore balance and purity to the world.

    As Alear presented the Ring of the Young Lion and the Ring of the Dawn Maiden to Kiran, he used the Breidablik to levitate the two tainted Emblem Rings. Kiran spoke with focus and determination. "Alear," he instructed, his voice steady. "Chant the invocations."

    Alear nodded and began to chant, her voice filled with conviction. "Rise up! Emblem of Binding!" she intoned, her words echoing through the air. "Heal us! Emblem of Dawn!"

    With the Breidablik as the catalyst, the taint in the two Emblem Rings began to fade away. As the dark energies dissipated, Emblems Roy and Micaiah emerged from the rings, their forms materializing before the group.

    Alear spoke with relief, her voice filled with gratitude and joy. "Emblem Roy, Emblem Micaiah..." she said, her gaze shifting between Roy and Micaiah. "I'm relieved that you've both been purified."

    Emblem Micaiah looked sullen, her expression thoughtful. "On the Shadowy Moor and at Florra Port, it pained us to fight against you all," she revealed, her voice filled with regret and reflection. "We were aware of our actions while we were tainted by Sombron's energies."

    "I'm sorry for putting you two through that," Alear replied as she clenched her right hand. "I promise to never let that happen again."

    Emblem Roy spoke with gratitude, his voice filled with appreciation and respect. "As for you, Kiran Pathfinder," he said, his gaze steady. "Thank you for supporting Alear when she needed it the most."

    Kiran solemnly nodded, his expression serious. "I did what is right—to help out a friend when they need it," he said, his voice filled with honesty and humility. "In this case, Alear."

    Kiran's words made Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr smile, their expressions filled with admiration and appreciation for his honesty and support. The air was filled with camaraderie and unity, their bonds strengthened by the trials they had faced and the victories they had achieved together.

    Then, everyone remembered what happened to Givre Port before they arrived and the fate of the townspeople. And then, Kiran turned his attention towards Emblems Roy and Micaiah, his expression grim.

    "Givre Port isn't the only place in Elusia where people are being slaughtered to create more Corrupted, is it?" Kiran asked, his voice filled with concern and determination.

    Emblem Roy calmly nodded, his expression serious. "Sombron is behind the rise of the Corrupted in this kingdom," he confirmed, his voice filled with solemnity and resolve. "Sombron has been sacrificing the people of Elusia to create more Corrupted soldiers."

    The revelation shocked everyone in the group, their expressions ranging from disbelief to anger. Fjorm spoke up, her voice filled with remembrance and horror. "This reminds me of the time when Surtr razed villages in the Kingdom of Nifl," she said, her gaze distant.

    Seiðr spoke with determination, her voice filled with resolve and indignation. "Sombron's atrocities will not be tolerated," she declared, her gaze steady. "Killing innocent mortals and desecrating their souls… How barbaric!"

    Ivy spoke with passion, her voice filled with resolve and emotion. "As the crown princess and the next ruler, I will not stand this," she vowed, her gaze unwavering. "I swear I'll do everything I can to save the remaining people of Elusia."

    Kiran spoke with support, his voice filled with encouragement and resolve. "You're not alone in this, Ivy," he said, his gaze steady.

    "Yeah," Alear said to Ivy as she smiled at the Elusian crown princess. "We'll do this together."

    Male Alear spoke with assurance, his voice filled with confidence and determination. "Alongside my female counterpart," he said, his gaze resolute. "We'll stop Sombron and bring him down."

    Ivy nodded, her expression filled with gratitude and resolve. "Thank you… all of you," she said, her voice filled with appreciation and determination as she stared at Kiran. "Kiran, that's why I have no regrets being summoned by you as a Hero."

    As the day concluded, clouds blanketed the ghost town of Givre Port, the air filled with resolve and purpose. The group stood united, their determination unwavering as they prepared to face the challenges that lay ahead, knowing the more difficult battles lay ahead of them.

    And there you go! This chapter marks the end of the most recent installment of Emblems and Heroes. And it also marks the first anniversary of this fanfic!

    I want to thank everyone who offered advice in brainstorming this story from the bottom of my heart, and for reading this fanfic up to this point.

    And here are two Stingers this time.

    In one of the bedrooms in the castle in Alfheimr, the Realm of Dreams, Freyja and Freyr were deep in conversation with Peony, Mirabilis, Triandra, and Plumeria. Eitr lay sleeping on the bed, her breaths shallow and uneven.

    Freyr spoke with concern, his gaze shifting between Peony and Mirabilis. "You found Eitr battered and injured," he said, his voice filled with worry and curiosity. "Is that correct?"

    "Yawn… Yes," Mirabilis yawned as she replied. "We found… Eitr battered and bruised when we patrolled around the Realm of Dreams."

    Peony nodded, her gaze softening as she glanced at Eitr. "Aw, poor Eitr," she said, her voice filled with sympathy and reflection. "She must have gone through a lot before she was found."

    Freyja turned to Triandra and Plumeria, her expression thoughtful. "Triandra and Plumeria," she said, her voice filled with intrigue and contemplation as she glanced at Eitr. "You two remarked about how similar she and I are."

    Triandra replied, her gaze steady. "The resemblances are uncanny, Lady Freyja," she said, her voice filled with awe and respect.

    Plumeria added, her expression thoughtful. "The moment we found her," she said, her voice filled with admiration and reflection. "For a moment, I saw a bit of you in Eitr, Lady Freyja."

    Freyja nodded at Freyr, her expression serious. Freyr spoke with authority, his voice filled with command and respect. "Resume your patrol in Alfheimr," he instructed Peony, Mirabilis, Triandra, and Plumeria, his gaze steady. "Eitr needs to rest properly."

    As the four álfar left the room, Freyr and Freyja turned their attention to Eitr, noticing her tossing in her bed as she slept. Freyr spoke with concern and realization. "Sister," he said, his voice filled with contemplation and worry. "What the álfar said may well be true."

    Freyja replied, her gaze fixed on Eitr, her expression somber. "You may be right, brother," she said, her voice filled with reflection and concern. "When I was struck down by the mortals in the Order of Heroes, I was put in a coma-like state until I was called forth by the Summoner alongside you."

    "Is that so?" Freyr beckoned as he observed Eitr's sleeping form. "It is plausible that your being was fractured at that time and this Vanir girl… Eitr… is a part of you."

    "I am not sure, brother," Freyja replied as she looked at Eitr's features. "It's too early to tell. Perhaps Eitr herself can explain once she has awakened..."

    The room was filled with a tense silence as the siblings contemplated the implications of their observations, the weight of their responsibilities, and the mysteries surrounding Eitr hanging heavy in the air.

    Meanwhile, at one of the tents in the Curse Directive encampment, Ebony chuckled as she looked at the false Breidablik lying on the table. After some time, she had completed and stabilized the false Breidablik, now adorned in purple and gold due to the energies that Ginnungagap had used to stabilize it.

    Ebony spoke as she wielded the false Breidablik, her voice filled with satisfaction and contemplation. "At last, my Breidablik is complete, but it needs a new name," she mused, her gaze steady. "Hmm… Since Ginnungagap lent her energies to stabilize its components, 'Void Breidablik' will be an apt name for it."

    Ebony twirled the Void Breidablik as energies began to build up on it. Then, Ebony began to utter a chant that was a mockery of what Kiran typically chanted whenever he would summon his Heroes.

    "Gathering darkness that paves the way to oblivion! Become the path despair treads upon!" Ebony bellowed as energies began to charge up in the Void Breidablik. "Hero Summon!"

    With that, Ebony pulled the trigger on the Void Breidablik, and in a flash of darkness, a Hero appeared before her. The Hero was a young woman with long, red hair and bloodshot eyes. The female Hero wore a white dress with a black skirt and a purple aura permeated around her. An ornate sword coated with the same purple aura was in her right hand.

    Ebony inspected the Hero she had summoned, her eyes narrowing in recognition. "I recognize this Hero," she said, her voice filled with surprise and satisfaction. "She's Celica from the World of Valentia, but she seems… tainted… malevolent even."

    Celica opened her eyes, surrounded by a purple aura, her voice groggy. "I am indeed Celica, Lord Duma's faithful servant," she said, her gaze distant and unfocused. "I shall fill this world… with Lord Duma's power..."

    As Ebony dismissed Celica, she let out a chilling chuckle, her voice filled with triumph and malice. "Now that the Void Breidablik has proven its worth, I can stand toe to toe against Kiran Pathfinder and his paltry Order of Heroes," she said, her voice filled with confidence and anticipation. "They will never see this coming."

    The tent was filled with dark determination as Ebony prepared to face her enemies, her resolve unwavering as she readied herself for the battles that lay ahead. The false Breidablik, now the Void Breidablik, was a testament to her malicious ambitions.

    Emblems And Heroes

    A Fire Emblem Heroes x Fire Emblem Engage Crossover

    Chapter 27: The Breidablik, the Emblem, and the Void

    See you next time!    ​
     
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    • Welcome to the latest chapter of Emblems and Heroes!

    The Fire Emblem franchise belongs to Intelligent Systems. I am writing this crossover only for the readers' fun, entertainment, and enjoyment.

    Now, let us begin this chapter.

    In the tranquility of the early morning, the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, casting long shadows across the encampment outside the Elusia capital in the world of Elyos. Kiran stirred within his tent, his eyes fluttering open as the cool morning air greeted him. He pushed aside the flap of his tent and stepped out, taking a deep breath of the fresh air.

    The camp was still mostly asleep, the silence broken only by the distant chirping of birds. Kiran's gaze fell upon the Breidablik, the mystical artifact that had become a constant companion. He noticed something unusual—the Breidablik was glowing with an eerie white light, pulsating softly as if alive.

    "Baldraz," Kiran murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why is the Breidablik glowing like this?"

    A faint, ethereal voice echoed from within the artifact. "Kiran," Baldraz explained in a grave. "The Breidablik has sensed a duplicate being activated in another world."

    Kiran's face darkened, his mind racing back to the memories of Eitri, the Sage of Niðavellir, and her relentless attempts to duplicate the Breidablik for her nefarious purposes. Even if Eitri was long gone, the thought shivered down Kiran's spine.

    "The Curse Directive stole blueprints from Niðavellir some time ago," Baldraz continued, his voice steady. "It is likely that Ebony has built her own Breidablik."

    Kiran looked towards the rising sun, his expression somber. "That means Ebony and the Curse Directive might try to kill me again," he said, his voice laced with concern. "And this time, she has her own Breidablik."

    Baldraz's voice grew reassuring. "Kiran, remember you have allies—Emblems and Heroes who will stand by your side," he reminded Kiran. "You will not face them alone if Ebony and her forces return."

    Kiran nodded solemnly, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "I hope you're right, Baldraz," he said, his voice steady despite the weight of the situation.

    As the sun continued to rise, casting its warm light over the camp, Kiran stood resolute, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The Breidablik's glow remained, a constant reminder of the battles yet to come.

    Emblems And Heroes

    A Fire Emblem Heroes x Fire Emblem Engage Crossover

    Chapter 27: The Breidablik, the Emblem, and the Void    ​

    Meanwhile, the air was thick with tension within the imposing walls of Elusia Castle. Zephia and Griss stood before Marni, their expressions cold and unyielding. The echo of their rebukes filled the chamber, each word a sharp blade cutting through Marni's resolve.

    Suddenly, a loud slap echoed through the room. Zephia's hand struck Marni's face with such force that the heavily armored figure crashed to the floor. Zephia glared down at Marni, her eyes burning with anger.

    "You have failed us, Marni," Zephia hissed as her hand was sore from slapping Marni in the face. "Losing two Emblem Rings is unacceptable."

    Marni, tears welling up in her eyes, looked up at Zephia from the floor. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to lose them… It was that traitor Mauvier's fault, I swear!" she sniveled, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean to lose them. And… Where is Evil Veyle anyway?"

    Zephia's gaze remained stern. "Evil Veyle is more willing to accept punishment than you," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "She is in her room, sleeping while wearing the special crown Lord Sombron designed for her."

    Griss sneered, his lips curling into a mocking smile. "Ha! That's right!" he snickered, his voice laced with contempt. "Evil Veyle is more obedient to Lord Sombron than you ever were. She'll be praised more as a result."

    Marni reeled in despair, Griss's words cutting deep. Zephia, her eyes narrowing, began to cast a fire spell.

    "You have broken your vow to Lord Sombron, Marni," Zephia coldly intoned. "And for that, you must be punished."

    Marni's eyes widened in terror as Zephia hurled a fireball at her. The impact sent Marni to the floor again, her armored body clanging against the cold stone. Unconscious, she lay there, a stark reminder of the consequences of failure in the eyes of Lord Sombron.

    The room fell silent, the only sound was the faint crackling of the flames that had consumed Marni as she screamed in pain. As Marni wailed from being immolated, Zephia and Griss exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable, before turning and leaving the chamber, their footsteps echoing ominously in the silence.

    Marni lay unconscious on the cold castle floor as the flames died out. Griss stood over her, his eyes fixed on her motionless form. "She's out cold," he remarked, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "That looked painful."

    Zephia cast a cold glance at Griss, her expression unyielding. "You shouldn't be concerned about her," she said sharply. "Focus on your current task instead."

    Griss let out a malicious smirk, his eyes narrowing. "Yeah, yeah... I know," he said, his voice laced with curiosity and malice. "I need to know if that Divine One girl is Lord Sombron's kid."

    "Good," Zephia remained stern as she replied to Griss. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other duties to attend to."

    As Zephia turned to leave the castle hall, Griss spoke up again. "Where are you going?" he asked, his tone casual yet probing.

    Zephia glanced back at him, her voice calm and measured. "I need to tend to Evil Veyle to ensure she channels her power through her crown properly," She paused, her gaze steady. "Do as you're told, Griss. The Divine One and the Summoner's forces are approaching Elusia Castle."

    With that, Zephia turned and left the castle hall, her footsteps echoing through the vast chamber as she made her way to Evil Veyle's quarters. Griss watched her go, a smirk still playing on his lips. He casually walked out of the castle hall, leaving Marni's unconscious body lying on the floor, a forgotten casualty in the grand scheme of their plans.

    In the grand halls of Askr Castle, Alfonse and Sharena walked side by side, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone floors.

    Alfonse glanced at his sister, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Commander Anna has become quite busy lately," he remarked. "What do you think, Sharena?"

    Sharena nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern. "I saw her talking to our mother more than once," she said softly. "Alfonse, what do you think they were talking about?"

    Alfonse pondered this for a moment, his mind racing with possibilities. "Whatever they're discussing," he said, his voice steady. "I'm sure they'll disclose it when they're ready."

    Sharena smiled, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "I hope you're right," she replied, her voice filled with trust.

    As they continued their walk, Alfonse and Sharena noticed a group of Heroes from the World of Valentia - Alm and Celica - conversing with their Brave counterparts, Brave Alm and Brave Celica.

    Sharena waved her right hand enthusiastically, a warm smile on her face. "Hello, Alm and Celica!" she greeted. "Oh! Brave Alm! Brave Celica! Nice to see you here as well!"

    Celica turned to Alfonse and Sharena, her expression serious. "Nice to meet you, Prince Alfonse and Princess Sharena," she explained. "We were just talking about being summoned to Elyos."

    Alm nodded in agreement. "Yeah," he said, gesturing to Brave Alm and Brave Celica. "But perhaps it's best to let our Brave counterparts speak for themselves."

    Alfonse and Sharena turned their attention to the Brave versions of Alm and Celica, their eyes filled with curiosity and eagerness to listen to what they had to say.

    Brave Alm stepped forward, his voice steady and determined. "As my counterpart said," he declared. "Brave Celica and I want to be summoned into Elyos."

    Brave Celica nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with resolve. "After listening to Alm and Celica's brief summoning to the Kingdom of Firene in Elyos," she said, her voice filled with hope. "We want to be summoned there by Kiran someday."

    Just then, two more Heroes from Valentia entered the hallway — Delthea and her older brother Luthier.

    Delthea's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she approached the group. "I heard your conversation," she said, her voice eager. "Whatever Alm, Celica, and their Brave versions are talking about, I want in."

    Luthier sighed, an apologetic smile on his face as he turned to Alfonse and Sharena. "I apologize for my sister's enthusiasm," he said. "She got bored of roaming around Askr Castle."

    Alfonse nodded understandingly, his expression thoughtful. "That's alright," he clarified, his voice steady. "Whether you will be summoned depends upon Kiran himself."

    Sharena smiled encouragingly, her eyes filled with optimism. "Have faith," she said to Delthea, Brave Alm, and Brave Celica. "You could all be summoned by Kiran at any moment."

    Brave Alm let out a small smile, his eyes reflecting a mix of hope and determination. "I hope that would be the case," he said, his voice filled with anticipation.

    Brave Celica looked at Brave Alm, her expression mirroring his sentiments. "I agree," she said, her voice soft yet resolute.

    The group fell silent momentarily, the air filled with a sense of shared purpose and hope. Together, they stood united, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, whether in Askr or the distant world of Elyos.

    A few hours later, the combined forces of Alear and Kiran reached the outskirts of Elusia Castle. The group stood in awe, their eyes fixed on the menacing castle looming in the distance. Male Alear, Kiran, Fjorm, Seiðr, Alfred, Diamant, Ivy, and Timerra stared at the imposing structure, a sense of determination on their faces.

    Fjorm noticed Kiran's gaze lingering on the Breidablik and stepped closer to him. "Kiran," she asked, her voice laced with concern. "What's wrong?"

    Seiðr, her eyes narrowing, spoke up. "I sense the Breidablik glowing eerily," she said, her tone grave. "Did something happen during dawn, Kiran?"

    Kiran looked down at the Breidablik, his expression thoughtful. Kiran considered revealing what Baldraz had told him earlier, but he had second thoughts.

    "I don't exactly know, but we'll figure out when the time comes," Kiran admitted as he examined the Breidablik. "Elusia Castle is nearby, and we can't stop now."

    Alear turned to Kiran, her voice steady and reassuring. "Let me know if you need help," she said, her eyes meeting his. "We're all in this together."

    Kiran nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'll keep that in mind," he replied, grateful for her support.

    Male Alear, observing the exchange, turned his attention to Ivy. "Returning to Elusia Castle must've been hard on you," he said, his voice gentle.

    Ivy looked at the castle that once housed her, her expression somber. "It has been," she admitted. "But I'm determined to retake Elusia from Sombron. I thank everyone for supporting me."

    Alfred glanced at Kiran, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You know, all of us were summoned by Kiran as Heroes," he remarked. "And we've grown stronger than before because of it."

    Alear looked at Alfred, a hint of doubt in her eyes. "Do you think so?" she asked, her voice soft.

    Timerra interjected, her voice firm and confident. "Don't sweat the small stuff! Have some confidence," she said. "You're the Divine One, after all!"

    Diamant nodded in agreement. "We've made it this far," he reminded her. "And that's why we have to finish it."

    Male Alear stepped forward, his gaze steady. "In my world, I would've done the same thing," he said, his voice encouraging. "Stand strong, Alear."

    Kiran looked at Alear, his expression resolute. "We'll retrieve all of the Emblems," he said. "And we'll make sure that oath is fulfilled."

    Alear looked at each of her companions — Kiran, Male Alear, Fjorm, Seiðr, Alfred, Diamant, Ivy, and Timerra with a grateful smile. "Thank you, all of you," she said, her voice filled with determination. Your encouragement means everything to me."

    With a deep breath, Alear stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the castle in the distance. "Let's head to Elusia Castle," she declared. "We'll retake it from Sombron's forces together."

    The group nodded in unison, their spirits lifted by Alear's resolve. Together, they marched towards the castle, ready to face challenges. The battle for Elusia was about to begin, and this time, they were prepared to bring the fight to the enemy.
     
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    • In the dimly lit Curse Directive encampment, Shade and Angeyja, siblings under Ebony's command, stood patiently waiting. Angeyja pouted, her impatience growing with each passing moment.

    "When will Ebony leave her tent?" Angeyja asked, her voice tinged with annoyance. "She announced she made a breakthrough on something."

    Always the vigilant one, Shade noticed a slight movement in Ebony's tent. "Sister, you're always impatient," he chided, his voice steady. "Shadow Director Ebony will come out of her tent now."

    As Shade had said, Ebony, the Shadow Director of the Curse Directive, emerged from her tent, much to Angeyja's joy and Shade's exasperation as he glanced at his younger sister.

    "Ebony!" Angeyja exclaimed. "You finally emerged from your tent!"

    "Shadow Director," Shade spoke to Ebony. "You remained in your tent for a day. I hope it was worth the time."

    "Oh," Ebony smirked as she glanced at her Void Breidablik. "It was..."

    Then, Angeyja's eyes widened at the sight of the Void Breidablik in Ebony's possession since she knew that only their mortal enemy had the original version of that summoning artifact.

    "Ebony! How did you get your Breidablik?" Angeyja asked, her voice filled with curiosity. "Only Kiran the Pathfinder has the original."

    Shade sighed, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "Sister, may I remind you that I was the one who went to Niðavellir and stole several blueprints there," he reminded his sister. "Including Eitri's blueprints of the Breidablik."

    "Well, I forget the details sometimes, brother!" Angeyja hastily explained. "I was preoccupied with my loss against Kiran back at the seas of Elyos!"

    As Shade and Angeyja argued like their siblings, Ebony rummaged her pockets for a black gem and tossed it to Shade, who effortlessly grabbed it.

    Ebony unholstered her Void Breidablik, holding it up for the siblings to see. "Now is the time to harass Kiran for a bit," she said, her voice cold and commanding. "Shade, go to Elyos and toy around with Kiran. See to it that you gather data from his Breidablik."

    "As you will, Shadow Director," Shade nodded as he bowed courteously to Ebony. "Your will be done."

    On the other hand, Angeyja tilted her head in confusion. "Huh?" she asked, her voice filled with intrigue. "Ebony, I thought you were going to Elyos to fight Kiran, not my brother."

    Ebony smirked, a malicious gleam in her eyes. "I did consider that," she explained. "But, I must conduct tests on the Void Breidablik to ensure it works properly."

    As Ebony examined the Void Breidablik, Shade stared at the purple summoning artifact, feeling something off.

    "If I were to ask, Shadow Director," Shade inquired as he stared at Ebony's Void Breidablik. "Is it because the artifact is unstable?"

    "Yes, Shade. Your assumption is correct," Ebony admitted as she examined the artifact mentioned earlier. "Measures must be taken since the Void Breidablik is a pale imitation of the original."

    "Now, I'm curious," Angeyja said as she stared at the Void Breidablik. "What's wrong with copying the original Breidablik?"

    "According to the blueprints, when Eitri built a copy of the Breidablik, the Heroes that it summons were uncontrollable," Ebony revealed to the siblings. "After all, I don't want the Void Breidablik to backfire at the worst possible time."

    "Understood, your judgment is sound, Shadow Director," Shade nodded as he grasped the black gem tightly in his hands. "Now, please take care of my body while my cursed body is in Elyos."

    Angeyja and Ebony nodded as Shade crushed the black gem in his hand. As he did, the resulting dust enveloped him, making his original body collapse to the ground. As the black dust landed on the ground, it coalesced into a portal and slowly closed afterward.

    As Angeyja and Ebony carried Shade's unconscious body back to his tent, they knew that the stage was set for a confrontation that would test the limits of their power and cunning.

    After talking with the Heroes native to the World of Valentia, Alfonse, and Sharena rummaged through books and scrolls in the Askr Library.

    "Alfonse," Sharena asked as she handed several scrolls to him. "Why are we here in the library?"

    "I'm reviewing the documents," Alfonse explained as he put the scrolls on a table. "Remember on our first visit to Niðavellir, Eitri created an inferior copy of the Breidablik?"

    Sharena stared into space as she remembered the Order of Heroes' first visit to Niðavellir. Then, she shook her head as she resumed her attention towards Alfonse.

    "Yeah," Sharena calmly nodded. "It wasn't good. The Heroes summoned by it... They were devoid of life."

    "That's right," Alfonse clarified. "Now that the Curse Directive has stolen blueprints from Niðavellir, I fear they may replicate what Eitri did."

    "Oh no," Sharena gasped. "Don't you mean…"

    Before Sharena could speak further, the library door slowly creaked open, revealing Commander Anna as she saw Alfonse and Sharena staring back at her. Commander Anna stared at Alfonse and Sharena, eager to know what they were discussing.

    "Commander Anna!" Sharena greeted her. "I thought you and Mother were having a meeting!"

    "Yes, Queen Henriette and I had a meeting, and fortunately, it ended well," Commander Anna explained as she noticed the scrolls on the table. "I couldn't help but overhear you two talking about something. What are you two talking about?"

    Alfonse and Sharena exchanged glances as Commander Anna tapped her boot on the floor tile, awaiting their answer.

    As Alear, Kiran, and the rest of the army stepped inside Elusia Castle, the grandeur of the ancient structure enveloped them.

    As the Elusia Castle main door closed, Kiran readied his Breidablik and fired a portal into the ground that led to Somniel. Then, Hortensia, Alcryst, Celine, Fogado, Goldmary, Rosado, Zelkov, Kagetsu, Veyle, and Mauvier emerged from the portal, bolstering the group's forces. Amid it all, Alear turned to Kiran, her voice filled with gratitude.

    "Kiran," Alear remarked at his thoughtfulness. "It's good that you called in Hortensia along with her and Ivy's retainers."

    Kiran nodded, his expression resolute. "This castle is Ivy and Hortensia's home," he stated. "It wouldn't be right if Hortensia were to sit by the sidelines."

    Ivy smiled warmly at Kiran, her eyes shining with appreciation. "Thank you for bringing my sister Hortensia for this battle," she said softly.

    "Indeed," Zelkov huffed. "This is an *appropriate* time for calling me here."

    "I agree with Princess Ivy," Kagetsu added. "This is the right time to bring us along!"

    Hortensia closed her eyes and smirked, a confident aura surrounding her. "You made the right call bringing me alongside my older sister, Ivy," she said, her voice steady. "Although we're back home, something's not right."

    "Yeah," Rosado commented. "This castle used to be lively before we left."

    "I concur," Goldmary commented. "Being back here doesn't make me comfortable at all."

    As Alear, Kiran, Ivy, and Hortensia conversed, Male Alear looked around the castle, his brow furrowed in thought. "Ivy," he asked, turning to Ivy. "Is the castle always this quiet?"

    Ivy shook her head, her expression serious. "No, it shouldn't be," she explained. "There should be some royal soldiers standing guard."

    Hortensia agreed, her voice tinged with unease. "Even I am unnerved at how quiet Elusia Castle is," she remarked, eyes scanning the empty halls. "What happened to them?"

    The group fell silent momentarily, the implications of the castle's eerie stillness weighing heavily on their minds. The air was tense as they prepared to uncover the truth behind the castle's unnatural silence.

    Diamant spoke up, his voice hesitant yet grave. "Sombron's forces probably killed them off," he surmised, eyes scanning the empty halls.

    "Y-yeah," Alcryst stammered as he shuffled the sleeves in his shirt. "It couldn't be any other way..."

    Ivy and Hortensia scowled, their expressions darkening as they considered Diamant's words.

    "And that's not all," Timerra added, her voice filled with concern. "We all saw what happened to the townsfolk at Givre Port, right?"

    Kiran grimaced, his mind flashing back to past horrors. "Those folks got turned into Corrupted after their deaths," he said, his voice laced with bitterness. "I don't like where this is going…"

    "Lady Veyle," Mauvier said, noticing her tense expression. "Do you sense something?"

    "Yeah," Veyle replied, her tone uneasy. "Someone is watching us… Someone with an Emblem Ring..."

    "Wait," Fogado said as he noticed something was off. "Someone is crashing the party."

    Suddenly, a cloud of dark mist materialized before the group, and Griss emerged from the miasma, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Who needs those boring soldiers while I'm here?" he chortled, his voice dripping with arrogance.

    The group tensed, their wariness palpable. Alear and Kiran noticed the Ring of the Caring Princess on Griss's finger, its tainted form emitting a miasma cloud. Ivy glared at Griss, her voice sharp and accusing.

    "Answer me, now," Ivy demanded, her tone laced with a chilling drone. "Did you and your Corrupted slaughter everyone in this castle?"

    Griss nonchalantly shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "Meh, I was present when the Corrupted forces killed off the unremarkable people here," he admitted. "While I did kill several people here, it was Zephia who commanded the massacre."

    The group bristled with anger, especially Ivy and Hortensia, who clenched their weapons tightly, their eyes burning with fury.

    Hortensia pointed her Arcane Charmer staff at Griss, her voice trembling with rage. "You!" she seethed. "How dare you and Sombron do this to Elusia!"

    Ivy gripped her Icebound Tome tightly, her knuckles white with fury. "Not only was our Father raised as one of them and subsequently put down, but you used the people of Elusia as pawns, and now this?" she said, her voice filled with pain and anger. "You and Sombron will pay for what you did to Elusia!"

    Upon hearing Ivy's declaration, Griss cackled maliciously, the Ring of the Caring Princess emitting more dark mist on his finger. "Ha! That's more like it!" he said, his voice laced with sadistic pleasure. "I do enjoy riling up people like you!"

    "Wait a minute," Male Alear muttered, glancing at his female counterpart, who sported the same expression. "That's…"

    "That Emblem Ring," Alfred grimaced as he looked at the taint in Griss Emblem Ring. "It's Emblem Celica's..."

    "It's the Ring of the Caring Princess…" Celine muttered. "I remember him using it back at Florra..."

    Then, Griss held up the Ring of the Caring Princess, and a tainted visage of Emblem Celica materialized before the group. "Now that you're motivated," he taunted, "I dare you to take me down if you want this Emblem Ring back."

    As the tainted visage of Emblem Celica disappeared into her Emblem Ring, Alear's eyes widened at the sight of the tainted ring, her voice steady and determined. "I don't know what ploy you're planning, Griss," she said, "But, we will take that Emblem Ring back."

    Griss grinned as the dark mist swirled around him. "Oh?" he said, his voice dripping with challenge. "Did you think I'd make it that easy?"

    As the dark mist cleared, an army of Corrupted soldiers and several Corrupted Wyrms appeared before the group, their eyes glowing with malice. This prompted Kiran to open a portal with the Breidablik, allowing the mounts of Alfred, Fogado, Ivy, Hortensia, Mauvier, and Rosado to emerge from the portal for their riders to mount on.

    As the Corrupted saw what Kiran did, the three of them, a Mage, a Sword Cavalier, and a Wyvern Rider, charged at the Summoner.

    "Kiran!" Alear exclaimed as she readied her Libération. "Watch out!"

    Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr rushed to defend Kiran from the assault while the rest of the group defended themselves against the Corrupted army.

    To protect Kiran, Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr intercepted the three Corrupted, preventing them from harming Kiran, much to his relief.

    "Grant me strength!" Alear huffed as she performed a riposte attack against the Corrupted Axe Fighter.

    "You won't get past me!" Fjorm declared as she skewered the Corrupted Mage with her Leiptr.

    "Revealing light!" Seiðr declared as she conjured bolts of light that struck down a Corrupted Wyvern Rider.

    As the three enemies were taken down, Kiran looked at the three Heroes, his face showing relief and gratefulness, which Alear, Fjorm, and Seiðr returned in kind.

    "Thanks for the save," Kiran huffed as he readied the Breidablik. "But, it's just the start of the battle."

    On a nearby balcony, Griss reappeared, his grin widening. "I'd like to see you try once these Corrupted soften you up," he called out, echoing through the chamber. "If you all survive, that is."

    The group tensed, their weapons at the ready as they prepared to face the Corrupted soldiers and the malevolent force that controlled them. The battle for Elusia Castle was about to begin in earnest, and they were determined to see it through to the end.
     
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    • Meanwhile, in the Curse Directive Encampment, Ebony stood patiently outside Shade's tent, her eyes fixed on the entrance as Angeyja emerged. She carefully placed her brother's sleeping body into his bed.

    As she exited from her brother's tent, Angeyja wiped her brow, and her face showed a slight grimace. "Ugh," she remarked, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "Shade is heavier than he looks."

    Ebony chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Men are usually heavier than women, but you handled it well," she said. "You can carry your older brother easily."

    Angeyja nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "In fairness, Shade did carry my unconscious body to my tent during my first battle in the seas of Elyos," she said, her voice filled with gratitude before shuddering as she remembered her defeat. However, my first experience in a cursed body is still sore since I drowned in that battle."

    Then, remembering Ebony's earlier remark about the Void Breidablik, Angeyja's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Ebony, can you demonstrate the power of the Void Breidablik for me?" she asked, her voice eager.

    Ebony chuckled, a malicious gleam in her eyes. "Alright, Angeyja. Since you insist," she said, her voice laced with pride. "I'll show you the Void Breidablik's power. I've already managed to summon a Hero with it before."

    Angeyja's excitement grew as Ebony unholstered the Void Breidablik, the dark gemstone at its center pulsating with an eerie light.

    Angeyja watched intently as Ebony pulled the trigger on the Void Breidablik. A purple portal crackled to life, its edges pulsating with dark energy. From the portal emerged Celica, encased in a menacing purple aura, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

    "I am Celica, servant of Lord Duma," she declared, her voice cold and mechanical. "Who is the foe I must kill for Lord Duma?"

    "That's the first Hero you've summoned?" Angeyja said as she inspected Celica. "Something's… off about her."

    "You have a point," Ebony conceded, staring at Celica's menacing aura. "Angeyja, this Celica is likely a Fallen Hero. In that case, we'll call her Fallen Celica."

    Angeyja looked at Celica skeptically, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Fallen Celica, huh? Sounds about right," she remarked, turning to Ebony. "From what I know of Celica from the records of the Emblian Empire, she is a kindhearted Valentia Hero, not some droning servant of someone named Duma."

    Fallen Celica glared at Angeyja, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "His name is Lord Duma!" she droned, her voice laced with malice. "How dare you sully Lord Duma's name in vain! For that, you must... Perish!"

    Suddenly, Fallen Celica used her Beloved Zofia sword against Angeyja. In response, Angeyja conjured several fireballs from her Eistla Staff in self-defense, but Fallen Celica shrugged off most of them as she attempted to hack and slash Angeyja.

    "Whoa! Watch it!" Angeyja exclaimed as she parried Fallen Celica's Beloved Zofia sword with her Eistla Staff. "Ebony! Do something!"

    Ebony tightened her grip on the Void Breidablik as she watched the clash between Fallen Celica and Angeyja intensify. "Hang on, Angeyja," she commanded, her voice firm. "It isn't easy to exert control over this Hero..."

    "Yeah, that's nice and all," Angeyja muttered as the Fallen Hero slowly overpowered her. "But, make her stand down!"

    Ebony concentrated her hold on the Void Breidablik, and soon enough, Fallen Celica was compelled to withdraw her blade, allowing Angeyja to distance herself from the Fallen Hero.

    "Fallen Celica," Ebony turned to the Fallen Hero, her eyes stern. "You will remain in line and not harm Angeyja."

    Fallen Celica let out rasping breaths, her gaze fixed on Angeyja. "As you wish... I will stay my hand for now," she agreed, her voice tinged with reluctance. "But I cannot guarantee it if she insults Lord Duma's name again."

    As Ebony reined in Fallen Celica, a smirk played on her lips. "Excellent," she declared, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I want to summon another Hero using the Void Breidablik."

    Angeyja looked at her concernedly, her voice tinged with worry. "Ebony, I hope you know what you're doing," she said, her eyes fixed on the device. "You barely managed to rein in Fallen Celica. What if the next Hero you summon is as eager to kill me?"

    Ebony replied with a reassuring nod. "Relax, Angeyja," she said, her voice confident. "Summoning one more Hero wouldn't hurt."

    She pulled the trigger on the Void Breidablik, and another purple portal crackled to life. Then, Ebony felt compelled to utter a chant to bring said Hero into the world.

    "Gathering darkness that calls upon an unwilling servant of the Duma Faithful! Become the path despair treads upon!" Ebony bellowed as energies began to charge up in the Void Breidablik. "Hero Summon!"

    From the portal emerged a brunette girl encased in a menacing purple aura similar to Fallen Celica. "I am Delthea... Tatarrah's faithful servant," she introduced herself, her voice cold and mechanical. "All those who oppose Tatarrah will be killed for their foolishness."

    Angeyja looked at Delthea, her brow furrowed in thought. "Like Fallen Celica, this Delthea is also a Fallen Hero," she remarked, turning to Ebony. "I think she's Fallen Delthea."

    Then, Fallen Delthea turned around and looked at Ebony with dull, lifeless eyes. "Are you… Tatarrah's enemy… or his ally?" she droned. "Speak, or I shall not sway by your orders."

    Ebony felt unnerved as Fallen Delthea's aura began flaring up. "Um, I'm Tatarrah's… ally," she hastily explained. "Tatarrah has persuaded me to summon you to kill his enemies."

    Upon hearing Ebony's answer, Fallen Delthea relaxed, her purple aura calming down. "Good… enough," she uttered. "I shall serve Tatarrah and his allies… And I shall kill enemies for Tatarrah and his allies..."

    As Fallen Celica and Fallen Delthea remained still, Ebony examined the Void Breidablik, her expression thoughtful. "It seems the Void Breidablik can only summon Fallen Heroes, but that's fine," she said, her voice tinged with curiosity. "These Fallen counterparts are as powerful as any standard Hero."

    Then, Ebony turned to Angeyja, her smirk widening. "With Fallen Celica and Fallen Delthea by our side, we'll be more than ready for whatever challenges lie ahead," she explained. "We'll be more than a match against Kiran Pathfinder and his pitiful Heroes."

    Angeyja nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and unease. "Then, what's your next plan?" she asked. "You're going to send these Fallen Heroes to Elyos, right?"

    As Ebony let out a devious smirk at Angeyja, the encampment buzzed with anticipation as the group prepared to face the battles that awaited them, armed with the power of the Fallen Heroes at their side. The stage was set for a confrontation that would test the limits of their strength and resolve.

    Meanwhile, the halls of Elusia Castle echoed with the cacophony of battle. Weapons clashed, arrows flew, and magic flared as Alear and Kiran's army fought valiantly against the Corrupted soldiers. The air was thick with the scent of steel and the hum of spells being cast.

    Griss, wielding the tainted Ring of the Caring Princess, teleported around the battlefield, his laughter echoing ominously. "I'll keep the fun going," he mocked, his voice laced with malice. "You'll have to try to track and beat me down."

    As Griss teleported around Elusia Castle, parts of the castle became shrouded in darkness, limiting the group's vision and making it difficult to navigate the chaotic battlefield. Annoyed by the obstruction, Kiran raised the Breidablik into the air and fired a searing bolt that acted as a temporary miniature sun, illuminating the area and exposing the Corrupted soldiers.

    Alear swiftly took down a Corrupted soldier with her Libération, her movements fluid and precise. "Thanks for the light, Kiran," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.

    Kiran nodded, his eyes scanning the battlefield as he shot down a Corrupted mage with the Breidablik. "Since Griss isn't playing fair," he remarked, his voice steady. "I figured I'd do the same."

    Meanwhile, Fjorm skewered a Corrupted Mage Cavalier with her Leiptr lance as she noticed Griss warping from place to place. "I see him warping all over the place," she asked Alear, her voice steady despite the chaos around them. "Is that coming from the Emblem Ring he's using?"

    Alear slashed a Corrupted Axe Infantry with her Libération, eyes scanning the battlefield. "Yes, Griss is using the Ring of the Caring Princess, which grants him that power," she replied, her voice filled with focus. "I think he's looking for an angle to strike. I have a bad feeling about this."

    Seiðr, blasting a Corrupted Dark Flier with her eponymous staff, overheard their conversation. Suddenly, her eyes widened as she noticed Griss teleporting behind Kiran, Alear, and Fjorm. "Watch out!" she warned, her voice urgent.

    Griss conjured a fireball, aiming it directly at Alear. Fjorm reacted instantly, her Ice Mirror II activating and nullifying the fireball. The barrier shattered in the process, leaving Fjorm momentarily vulnerable. She tried retaliating, but Griss teleported away, his laughter echoing through the halls.

    Just as they thought Griss teleported away, Kiran noticed several fireballs flying straight at him. Thinking quickly, he raised the Breidablik and fired precise shots, deflecting the incoming projectiles. The attacks canceled each other out, leaving a trail of dissipating magical energy in their wake.

    Just as the last fireball fizzled out, Griss teleported directly in front of Kiran with a mocking grin, ready to deliver a fiery magical attack at the Summoner.

    "No! I cannot allow this!" Seiðr exclaimed as her body began to glow in both teal and gold. "Revealing Light!"

    Thus, Seiðr's Future-Focused ability activated, briefly distorting Griss' perception of time and space and allowing Kiran to move out of the way. As the distortion faded, Griss conjured his fireball at the space where Kiran had been.

    "Kiran!" Alear exclaimed as she and Fjorm rushed at him. "Are you okay?"

    "Yeah, I'm alright," Kiran said to the Vanir goddess. "All thanks to Seiðr."

    "Heh, impressive," Griss commended, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Deflecting my attacks without even using an Emblem Ring and even one of the girls saved your life. Not to mention, you've ruined my plan to use the dimly lit areas to my advantage."

    Kiran calmly aimed the Breidablik at Griss and fired a magic bolt. Griss swiftly dodged the attack, his smirk never leaving his face. "You're not playing fair, Griss," Kiran remarked, his voice steady and unyielding. "So why should we?"

    Griss laughed before teleporting away, leaving Kiran to face the ongoing battle. Then, more Corrupted began to spawn from the ground, putting the four of them on guard.

    Kiran arrived just in time to see Griss disappear, his expression grim. "He's slippery," he remarked, his voice laced with frustration.

    Alear nodded, her eyes narrowing in determination. "He's abusing Emblem Celica's ring to teleport around the castle," she explained, her voice steady. "We need to find a way to counter his movements and take him down."

    Fjorm looked at Kiran, her expression serious. "Do you have any ideas on how to pin him down?" she asked, her voice filled with resolve.

    Kiran thought for a moment, his mind racing with strategies. "We need to coordinate our attacks and anticipate his teleportation patterns," he said, his voice steady. "If we can predict where he'll appear next, we can catch him off guard."

    Seiðr nodded in agreement, her staff glowing with magical energy. "Let us devise a plan," she said, her voice filled with determination. "We cannot let Griss continue to evade us like this."

    "I concur," Kiran remarked as he readied the Breidablik. "The sooner, the better..."

    Meanwhile, a dark figure materialized on one of Elusia Castle's balconies, his form shrouded in a menacing aura. Having assumed a cursed body to manifest in Elyos again, Shade readied his Skofnung dagger, eyes scanning the battlefield below.

    "Where is Kiran Pathfinder?" Shade muttered, his voice laced with malice. "He should be in this derelict castle..."

    Suddenly, a dagger flew towards him, thrown by one of the Corrupted soldiers. With lightning-fast reflexes, Shade parried the incoming projectile with his Skofnung dagger, the blades clashing with a sharp ring. In one fluid motion, he retaliated, throwing his dagger at the Corrupted soldier and striking it down. The Skofnung dagger magically returned to his hand, its blade gleaming with an otherworldly light.

    Shade sneered as he looked down at the fallen enemy soldier. "Inferior," he remarked, his voice dripping with disdain. "The Corrupted are no match for the Curse Directive soldiers."

    With a snap of his fingers, multiple Curse Directive soldiers emerged from the castle floor, their forms materializing from the shadows. Some of them immediately fought the nearby enemies, their weapons clashing against the twisted forms of the fallen soldiers.

    Shade twirled his Skofnung dagger, his eyes narrowing in determination. "These enemies are a waste of time," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "I have a more important prey to hunt. Kiran Pathfinder is nearby. I know it."

    With that, Shade leaped from the balcony, his cursed body moving with an unnatural grace as he began his hunt for Kiran. The battle for Elusia Castle raged on, the clash of steel and the hum of magic filling the air as the forces of light and darkness collided in a desperate struggle for control.
     
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