Chapter 33 is ready to go! I wonder if any readers will notice the pattern in this arc's structure. I hope you enjoy!
Two days after the first purification, the group was back at full strength. They had agreed to take similar breaks between the subsequent purifications, if needed. From what Sitri understood, the sacred power dwelling in Tetra’s blood was difficult and taxing to use. She’d apparently never really gotten a fair chance at learning to harness it. Sitri understood that feeling all too well.
Once again, the whole group gathered in the Tower of Spirits’ lobby. Concerningly, though, Byrne had still not returned. Anjean sighed wearily, shrugging her shoulders in resignation.
“It’s quite clear now that Byrne does not want to be found. We will have to move on without him.” she said reluctantly.
“I suppose we’ll manage somehow...” Mikhaeyla said. “I spoke with Hawthorne this morning, and the situation across Hyleigh still seems to be stable. Beelzebub has yet to orchestrate any further raids.”
“I bet he’s waiting for us to act again... He wants to keep getting in our way.” Tetra supposed.
“Good, I say let him come! I’m itchin’ for a thrilling fight again.” Zoie said, slamming his fists together.
“Oh, he’ll come. We can be certain of that. It’s unclear if he’s figured out where all of the fonts are, but all he has to do is track my signature. I’m sure today will be just as harsh as last time. Is everyone prepared?” Mikhaeyla asked.
“Yes, Your Majesty. We captains stand ready to act.” Albion said, saluting with his fellows.
“I’m ready, too!” Link said.
Sitri also nodded her ascent. “Hyleigh needs us... We’ve gotta get out there before something else happens.”
Steem, the Lokomo who was to be Guardian of the Snow Realm, rolled forward. “Very well. Then let us delay no longer! Today we purify the Snow Realm and preserve its pristine ice! The whole of the land depends on its nourishing meltwaters.”
“I know you will do well. I look forward to a favorable result.” Anjean said, bowing to the group.
With her prayer for their success, the party moved to the Spirit Train, waiting for them in the turntable. Boyle was at the helm once again, just as motivated to assist as he was before. The group felt Byrne’s absence strongly, but they didn’t have the time to search for someone to take his place. Sitri resolved herself to work hard enough for two people.
I have to do better than last time... I can’t fall behind Link and the others. I will show that I’m capable... That I’m worthy of being the Hero of Spirits!
She was jostled out of her head as the turntable spun around, pointing the train to the northwest. It was time to embark. The whistle resounded through the Tower’s lobby with an invigorating echo, instilling her with the drive to win. Whatever Beelzebub had planned for them this time, she was going to overcome it.
The Spirit Train chugged out of the large threshold into the open air. The tracks ran along the base of a small mountain range next to the Tower, continuing past a lake surrounded by conifer trees. Inside the passenger car, they were insulated from the cold, but it was going to be tough going once they had to step outside. Mikhaeyla applied a layer of magic protection on those who couldn't do it themselves.
Their destination was the recently-vacated ruins of Kakariko Village. Sitri thought about the refugees in the camp outside Hyleigh City. Their home was about to be erased from the map for good, replaced by the Sanctuary. Where were they going to go after this? She supposed that would be the Council’s job to sort out, but she didn’t have much faith in their ability to make sound decisions.
Even so, they had to keep going. The Spirit Train kept a steady pace, and its passengers kept a keen eye on their surroundings from the windows. A sudden attack from Beelzebub could come at any moment, from any direction. Anxious, Sitri rocked back and forth on her knees in the seat as she kept her face glued to the glass.
Once again, Mikhaeyla was first to notice something amiss. They had just brushed through a small patch of forest when she leapt out of her seat.
“Knights, with me.”
That brief command pulled Varuna, Albion, and Ceres to the top of the train with her, just like last time. The panicked whistle from Boyle alerted the rest of them to the danger afoot. Ahead of them on the tracks was a massive pack of wolfos. Such numbers of their kind was unheard of before. If they threw themselves at it, they would overrun a train even at full speed. It was the Grand Demonic Knights’ role to ensure that didn’t happen.
“The same tactic again? Beelzebub can’t be that stupid.” Tetra muttered.
She was probably right. Same as before, Mikhaeyla created a longbow from her magic and scattered their ranks. The wolfos’ pained howls filled the air, as did the flurries of snow her attack had stirred. The enemy was just as ineffective at stopping them as the bulbin riders had been. Why bother, then? Maybe there was something else going on.
Sitri took her attention off the battle happening in front of the train and peered around to the side she was sitting on. They were coming up on another patch of forest soon. Once they passed it, they’d have Kakariko in their sights.
Hmm... If I wanted to stop us from reaching the village, I’d put an ambush in there. It’s dark between the trees...
As if it were clairvoyance, a new wave of monsters popped up between the conifers. It was a group of Sir Frosties, living snowmen that were believed to be haunted by the souls of those who froze to death in blizzards. Despite their cutesy name, they mercilessly chucked their own heads at passing trains. Boulders of ice like that could do some real damage.
“Aunt Mikha, to your right!” Sitri shouted.
Without even needing to look, Mikhaeyla trusted her niece’s words and swung her arm to create a barrier. In the next moment, dozens of Sir Frosty heads slammed against it, exploding into puffs of snow and frozen chunks.
“Wah! That startled me...” Ceres jumped.
“Handle them.” Mikhaeyla said calmly.
Varuna and Albion nodded, pointing their magic bows at the army of snowmen scooting out from the forest. Small openings appeared in the barrier, allowing them to fire through it while still protecting the train. Gradually, the main bodies of the snowmen were ruptured by magic arrows, settling as snowdust in the forest.
Ceres, still startled, hesitated for a moment, but because of that, her eyes wandered to the other side of the train. And from there, she spotted something else of concern.
“Lady Mikhaeyla, look! A whole bunch of freezards!” she exclaimed, pointing toward the south.
Sitri ran across to the other side of the passenger car and looked where she indicated. Just as she said, the jagged icy heads of the little trolls were poking out of the snow in a swarm. Freezards were encased almost entirely in ice, and they froze anything they touched. They typically only moved as fast as they could scoot, but their bodies were so cold that the top layer of snow on the field was freezing solid under them. They were sliding toward the Spirit Train with great speed.
With the wolfos in front of the train, the Sir Frosties to the north, and the freezards to the south, the party was in a dangerous position. They were being enclosed on almost all sides.
“A three-way pincer... This is not good.” Sitri said.
“Guess Beelzebub's trying harder than last time. Should be fun!” Zoie grinned.
He didn’t wait for someone to tell him otherwise this time. He stepped out to the back of the passenger car, letting the cold air whip inside the train. He flourished his arms, and they were lit ablaze with his pink fire. One after another, he began chucking fireballs at the freezards.
Despite the fact that his flames were cold, they still melted the snow wherever they landed. That illogical magic of his kept the freezards from continuing to skate their way to the train, completely killing their momentum. That left them wide open for Ceres to fire black bolts from her magic crossbow.
Sitri watched in awe as each side of the train was peppered by magic attacks from her demon allies. Mikhaeyla finished wiping out the wolfos, and any stragglers were left limping after the Spirit Train as it passed them by. The forest where the Sir Frosties were stationed withdrew into the distance, leaving the crumbled husks of the snowmen behind. The freezards, too, were blocked from approaching the train, their frigid armor shattered to bits. The pincer was thwarted.
“Amazing... Boy, am I glad you’re on our side now.” Tetra whistled.
“Shaddup. Thank Link for that.” Zoie said, always deflecting praise.
As the two began to glare at each other, Link stepped between them with a wry expression scrunching his face. Steem nodded in approval, appreciating the hard work and cooperation he witnessed. Meanwhile, Sitri quietly contemplated her own part in the action.
Thanks to me, Aunt Mikha protected the train with her barriers, but it’s not enough... I need to do more if I wanna be the Hero of Spirits. I don’t want to settle for just being support! I have to be much more active!
Progressing past the danger for now, the Spirit Train continued west. Kakariko Village was soon in their sights. The view of it was heart-wrenching. The newly razed ruins were like a black stain on an otherwise white snowfield. No fires smoldered anymore, allowing soot-free snow to fall once again, gently blanketing a place that used to contain life.
As the Spirit Train screeched to a stop, the party exited and advanced into the ruins. Their feet crunched through the black and white debris littering the area. Steem found it difficult to wheel his way through it, but he dutifully led them to what he felt was the spiritual center of the font. Sitri kept her head in motion, turning every which way to spot Beelzebub’s next move before anyone else.
Varuna bit her lip. “I know we saved many people that night, but to see it in ruins still... leaves me dissatisfied. If only we could have done more...”
“I know what you mean. There were a lot of people we didn’t reach in time...” Ceres said quietly.
“Not just them, but their entire home is gone now. Buildings can always be replaced, but to be without a place to live is not an easy thing to overcome.” Albion said.
“And with the Sanctuary, they won’t even be able to come back...” Sitri added softly.
“Yes... That is unfortunate, but it can’t be helped.” Steem said. “The Snow Realm needs to be purified if it is to recover. Take the climate, for example. The Snow Realm always had subzero temperatures, but only in the farthest northern edges, where the Anouki used to live. The weather growing steadily colder over time is likely a direct result of the fonts being in a state of decay.”
“Wait, so if we purify the font, it’ll get warmer?” Tetra asked.
“Not to the extent of the Forest Realm, no, but it should return to how it used to be in the old days. The Anouki would be able to return home to the Crystal Mountains... if it weren’t for the Temple I’m going to have to build there.” Steem described.
“So the fonts even affect the environment...” Sitri said.
“Yes. The health of the land is directly tied to the health of the fonts and the leylines, as well as the Spirit Tracks and the seal. All of it is connected, as Anjean explained the other day. If only we had sooner understood just how far-reaching that connection truly was... Maybe we could have prevented this.” Steem said regretfully.
“It isn’t like you could have built the Sanctuaries on places people were currently living. Perhaps this is a solution that could only come about after things deteriorated this far...” Mikhaeyla pondered.
“Perhaps so... But it does us no good to ruminate on the what-ifs now. We have arrived.” Steem said.
The party came to a stop in the heart of Kakariko. Sitri knew that this place used to be the town square, where a garden of arctic blues was dutifully cared for by the townsfolk. She briefly recalled a few days spent sharing a seat at its edge with Wisterya while watching her grandchildren play in the snow. None of them were alive anymore. It had just barely passed a week since the peace was stolen from this place. She felt her anger toward Beelzebub and his despicable actions bubble to the surface once more, winding her fists tightly at her sides.
“Yes... I can sense it. This is the spot where the energy of the land gathers most densely... Tetra, the Spirit Flute!” Steem announced.
“Alright. No more belly-aching from me. I know what has to be done.” Tetra said, readying the sacred flute at her lips.
Steem nodded and produced a pipa, sharing an affinity for string instruments like Gage. He readied his fingers to pluck the notes into the air, and Tetra inhaled, ready to wield that sacred power flowing through her blood.
On beat with their first note, the ground shook violently. Their duet was rudely interrupted, just as it had been last time. As the earth continued to rumble, Sitri felt a wave of heat rushing up on her from behind. She spun around to see a giant fireball hurtling toward her and the group. She grabbed the hilt of her sword, but before she could draw it, Zoie jumped out in front of the party, already poised to swing his axe.
“Ha! Let’s fight fire with fire!” he yelled gleefully.
The head of his axe burst into flames as he cleaved it through the raging inferno approaching them. The cold from his pink fires extinguished the heat from those burning reds. However, the trouble didn’t end there. On the opposite side, Sitri could now hear something suck up the air around them with great force.
The source of the attacks revealed itself. Inhaling with the strength of a whirlwind was a large, goblin-like creature that resembled a miniblin, only its ears were far bigger and floppier, and its skin was patterned differently. It also could levitate, something those weak little imps could never dream of doing. As it took in air, its body inflated like a balloon, more than doubling in size.
Sensing trouble, Mikhaeyla quickly placed a barrier between it and the party. In the next moment, it released all of that accumulated air, and a blizzard whirled out of its mouth as it deflated. This icy blast of wind rammed against the barrier, splitting it in two halves that howled around the party. When it was finished, it laughed menacingly, baring its claws and hovering higher above the group.
“It uses both fire and ice attacks... This may be tricky.” Albion observed.
“Just like you, Zoie!” Link said.
“What?! Don’t compare me to that ugly windbag!” Zoie objected.
“Not quite, but he has the right idea...” Mikhaeyla said, trying to stifle her grin. “It seems Beelzebub has chosen another dangerous pet to sick upon us. You all know what to do.”
“Right. It sucks, but I gotta play this thing. Let’s get to work, Steem!” Tetra said.
“Indeed!” he responded confidently.
Beautiful tones floated into the air from each of their instruments. Tetra’s flute-playing had clearly improved since the last purification, and Steem led her down the melody’s path at a pace that suited her. At the same time, each of the knights took up position, spreading out to face their new foe. Sitri, Link, and Zoie were right there with them. Another battle to defend the purification was unfolding.
This time... This time, I’m going to do more than just help!
Thinking this, Sitri gripped her sword tighter, and felt her Lokomo magic flow through her veins. She had to make this borrowed power be as second nature to her, such that she could call upon it as easy as breathing. Antsily, she eyed her allies to see what they were up to. Each of them hung back a bit, sizing up their opponent. This was her chance to make the first strike and control the pace of the fight.
Just as Sitri lifted her boot from the snow, another smothering presence appeared at the monster’s side, stopping her in her tracks. Touching down in a storm of violet light was her sneering, diabolical sworn enemy. He dusted off his shoulder and stood smugly at his pet’s side, facing down the group.
“Haha! Well, well, looks like the big boss wants to join the fun, too!” Zoie said.
“Beelzebub...” Link growled.
The man in question scoffed, like their barking was beneath his attention. He raised one arm up at his side, and a spiraling drill took shape around it, glowing a malevolent purple. This magic set Sitri’s skin to prickling. Having fought him before, she could tell that he meant business.
“My dear Fraaz, you won’t be playing alone today.” he said, cooing at the monster he’d summoned. “It’s time I started taking care of you ridiculous pests myself.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Snow Sanctuary
Snow Sanctuary
Two days after the first purification, the group was back at full strength. They had agreed to take similar breaks between the subsequent purifications, if needed. From what Sitri understood, the sacred power dwelling in Tetra’s blood was difficult and taxing to use. She’d apparently never really gotten a fair chance at learning to harness it. Sitri understood that feeling all too well.
Once again, the whole group gathered in the Tower of Spirits’ lobby. Concerningly, though, Byrne had still not returned. Anjean sighed wearily, shrugging her shoulders in resignation.
“It’s quite clear now that Byrne does not want to be found. We will have to move on without him.” she said reluctantly.
“I suppose we’ll manage somehow...” Mikhaeyla said. “I spoke with Hawthorne this morning, and the situation across Hyleigh still seems to be stable. Beelzebub has yet to orchestrate any further raids.”
“I bet he’s waiting for us to act again... He wants to keep getting in our way.” Tetra supposed.
“Good, I say let him come! I’m itchin’ for a thrilling fight again.” Zoie said, slamming his fists together.
“Oh, he’ll come. We can be certain of that. It’s unclear if he’s figured out where all of the fonts are, but all he has to do is track my signature. I’m sure today will be just as harsh as last time. Is everyone prepared?” Mikhaeyla asked.
“Yes, Your Majesty. We captains stand ready to act.” Albion said, saluting with his fellows.
“I’m ready, too!” Link said.
Sitri also nodded her ascent. “Hyleigh needs us... We’ve gotta get out there before something else happens.”
Steem, the Lokomo who was to be Guardian of the Snow Realm, rolled forward. “Very well. Then let us delay no longer! Today we purify the Snow Realm and preserve its pristine ice! The whole of the land depends on its nourishing meltwaters.”
“I know you will do well. I look forward to a favorable result.” Anjean said, bowing to the group.
With her prayer for their success, the party moved to the Spirit Train, waiting for them in the turntable. Boyle was at the helm once again, just as motivated to assist as he was before. The group felt Byrne’s absence strongly, but they didn’t have the time to search for someone to take his place. Sitri resolved herself to work hard enough for two people.
I have to do better than last time... I can’t fall behind Link and the others. I will show that I’m capable... That I’m worthy of being the Hero of Spirits!
She was jostled out of her head as the turntable spun around, pointing the train to the northwest. It was time to embark. The whistle resounded through the Tower’s lobby with an invigorating echo, instilling her with the drive to win. Whatever Beelzebub had planned for them this time, she was going to overcome it.
The Spirit Train chugged out of the large threshold into the open air. The tracks ran along the base of a small mountain range next to the Tower, continuing past a lake surrounded by conifer trees. Inside the passenger car, they were insulated from the cold, but it was going to be tough going once they had to step outside. Mikhaeyla applied a layer of magic protection on those who couldn't do it themselves.
Their destination was the recently-vacated ruins of Kakariko Village. Sitri thought about the refugees in the camp outside Hyleigh City. Their home was about to be erased from the map for good, replaced by the Sanctuary. Where were they going to go after this? She supposed that would be the Council’s job to sort out, but she didn’t have much faith in their ability to make sound decisions.
Even so, they had to keep going. The Spirit Train kept a steady pace, and its passengers kept a keen eye on their surroundings from the windows. A sudden attack from Beelzebub could come at any moment, from any direction. Anxious, Sitri rocked back and forth on her knees in the seat as she kept her face glued to the glass.
Once again, Mikhaeyla was first to notice something amiss. They had just brushed through a small patch of forest when she leapt out of her seat.
“Knights, with me.”
That brief command pulled Varuna, Albion, and Ceres to the top of the train with her, just like last time. The panicked whistle from Boyle alerted the rest of them to the danger afoot. Ahead of them on the tracks was a massive pack of wolfos. Such numbers of their kind was unheard of before. If they threw themselves at it, they would overrun a train even at full speed. It was the Grand Demonic Knights’ role to ensure that didn’t happen.
“The same tactic again? Beelzebub can’t be that stupid.” Tetra muttered.
She was probably right. Same as before, Mikhaeyla created a longbow from her magic and scattered their ranks. The wolfos’ pained howls filled the air, as did the flurries of snow her attack had stirred. The enemy was just as ineffective at stopping them as the bulbin riders had been. Why bother, then? Maybe there was something else going on.
Sitri took her attention off the battle happening in front of the train and peered around to the side she was sitting on. They were coming up on another patch of forest soon. Once they passed it, they’d have Kakariko in their sights.
Hmm... If I wanted to stop us from reaching the village, I’d put an ambush in there. It’s dark between the trees...
As if it were clairvoyance, a new wave of monsters popped up between the conifers. It was a group of Sir Frosties, living snowmen that were believed to be haunted by the souls of those who froze to death in blizzards. Despite their cutesy name, they mercilessly chucked their own heads at passing trains. Boulders of ice like that could do some real damage.
“Aunt Mikha, to your right!” Sitri shouted.
Without even needing to look, Mikhaeyla trusted her niece’s words and swung her arm to create a barrier. In the next moment, dozens of Sir Frosty heads slammed against it, exploding into puffs of snow and frozen chunks.
“Wah! That startled me...” Ceres jumped.
“Handle them.” Mikhaeyla said calmly.
Varuna and Albion nodded, pointing their magic bows at the army of snowmen scooting out from the forest. Small openings appeared in the barrier, allowing them to fire through it while still protecting the train. Gradually, the main bodies of the snowmen were ruptured by magic arrows, settling as snowdust in the forest.
Ceres, still startled, hesitated for a moment, but because of that, her eyes wandered to the other side of the train. And from there, she spotted something else of concern.
“Lady Mikhaeyla, look! A whole bunch of freezards!” she exclaimed, pointing toward the south.
Sitri ran across to the other side of the passenger car and looked where she indicated. Just as she said, the jagged icy heads of the little trolls were poking out of the snow in a swarm. Freezards were encased almost entirely in ice, and they froze anything they touched. They typically only moved as fast as they could scoot, but their bodies were so cold that the top layer of snow on the field was freezing solid under them. They were sliding toward the Spirit Train with great speed.
With the wolfos in front of the train, the Sir Frosties to the north, and the freezards to the south, the party was in a dangerous position. They were being enclosed on almost all sides.
“A three-way pincer... This is not good.” Sitri said.
“Guess Beelzebub's trying harder than last time. Should be fun!” Zoie grinned.
He didn’t wait for someone to tell him otherwise this time. He stepped out to the back of the passenger car, letting the cold air whip inside the train. He flourished his arms, and they were lit ablaze with his pink fire. One after another, he began chucking fireballs at the freezards.
Despite the fact that his flames were cold, they still melted the snow wherever they landed. That illogical magic of his kept the freezards from continuing to skate their way to the train, completely killing their momentum. That left them wide open for Ceres to fire black bolts from her magic crossbow.
Sitri watched in awe as each side of the train was peppered by magic attacks from her demon allies. Mikhaeyla finished wiping out the wolfos, and any stragglers were left limping after the Spirit Train as it passed them by. The forest where the Sir Frosties were stationed withdrew into the distance, leaving the crumbled husks of the snowmen behind. The freezards, too, were blocked from approaching the train, their frigid armor shattered to bits. The pincer was thwarted.
“Amazing... Boy, am I glad you’re on our side now.” Tetra whistled.
“Shaddup. Thank Link for that.” Zoie said, always deflecting praise.
As the two began to glare at each other, Link stepped between them with a wry expression scrunching his face. Steem nodded in approval, appreciating the hard work and cooperation he witnessed. Meanwhile, Sitri quietly contemplated her own part in the action.
Thanks to me, Aunt Mikha protected the train with her barriers, but it’s not enough... I need to do more if I wanna be the Hero of Spirits. I don’t want to settle for just being support! I have to be much more active!
Progressing past the danger for now, the Spirit Train continued west. Kakariko Village was soon in their sights. The view of it was heart-wrenching. The newly razed ruins were like a black stain on an otherwise white snowfield. No fires smoldered anymore, allowing soot-free snow to fall once again, gently blanketing a place that used to contain life.
As the Spirit Train screeched to a stop, the party exited and advanced into the ruins. Their feet crunched through the black and white debris littering the area. Steem found it difficult to wheel his way through it, but he dutifully led them to what he felt was the spiritual center of the font. Sitri kept her head in motion, turning every which way to spot Beelzebub’s next move before anyone else.
Varuna bit her lip. “I know we saved many people that night, but to see it in ruins still... leaves me dissatisfied. If only we could have done more...”
“I know what you mean. There were a lot of people we didn’t reach in time...” Ceres said quietly.
“Not just them, but their entire home is gone now. Buildings can always be replaced, but to be without a place to live is not an easy thing to overcome.” Albion said.
“And with the Sanctuary, they won’t even be able to come back...” Sitri added softly.
“Yes... That is unfortunate, but it can’t be helped.” Steem said. “The Snow Realm needs to be purified if it is to recover. Take the climate, for example. The Snow Realm always had subzero temperatures, but only in the farthest northern edges, where the Anouki used to live. The weather growing steadily colder over time is likely a direct result of the fonts being in a state of decay.”
“Wait, so if we purify the font, it’ll get warmer?” Tetra asked.
“Not to the extent of the Forest Realm, no, but it should return to how it used to be in the old days. The Anouki would be able to return home to the Crystal Mountains... if it weren’t for the Temple I’m going to have to build there.” Steem described.
“So the fonts even affect the environment...” Sitri said.
“Yes. The health of the land is directly tied to the health of the fonts and the leylines, as well as the Spirit Tracks and the seal. All of it is connected, as Anjean explained the other day. If only we had sooner understood just how far-reaching that connection truly was... Maybe we could have prevented this.” Steem said regretfully.
“It isn’t like you could have built the Sanctuaries on places people were currently living. Perhaps this is a solution that could only come about after things deteriorated this far...” Mikhaeyla pondered.
“Perhaps so... But it does us no good to ruminate on the what-ifs now. We have arrived.” Steem said.
The party came to a stop in the heart of Kakariko. Sitri knew that this place used to be the town square, where a garden of arctic blues was dutifully cared for by the townsfolk. She briefly recalled a few days spent sharing a seat at its edge with Wisterya while watching her grandchildren play in the snow. None of them were alive anymore. It had just barely passed a week since the peace was stolen from this place. She felt her anger toward Beelzebub and his despicable actions bubble to the surface once more, winding her fists tightly at her sides.
“Yes... I can sense it. This is the spot where the energy of the land gathers most densely... Tetra, the Spirit Flute!” Steem announced.
“Alright. No more belly-aching from me. I know what has to be done.” Tetra said, readying the sacred flute at her lips.
Steem nodded and produced a pipa, sharing an affinity for string instruments like Gage. He readied his fingers to pluck the notes into the air, and Tetra inhaled, ready to wield that sacred power flowing through her blood.
On beat with their first note, the ground shook violently. Their duet was rudely interrupted, just as it had been last time. As the earth continued to rumble, Sitri felt a wave of heat rushing up on her from behind. She spun around to see a giant fireball hurtling toward her and the group. She grabbed the hilt of her sword, but before she could draw it, Zoie jumped out in front of the party, already poised to swing his axe.
“Ha! Let’s fight fire with fire!” he yelled gleefully.
The head of his axe burst into flames as he cleaved it through the raging inferno approaching them. The cold from his pink fires extinguished the heat from those burning reds. However, the trouble didn’t end there. On the opposite side, Sitri could now hear something suck up the air around them with great force.
The source of the attacks revealed itself. Inhaling with the strength of a whirlwind was a large, goblin-like creature that resembled a miniblin, only its ears were far bigger and floppier, and its skin was patterned differently. It also could levitate, something those weak little imps could never dream of doing. As it took in air, its body inflated like a balloon, more than doubling in size.
Sensing trouble, Mikhaeyla quickly placed a barrier between it and the party. In the next moment, it released all of that accumulated air, and a blizzard whirled out of its mouth as it deflated. This icy blast of wind rammed against the barrier, splitting it in two halves that howled around the party. When it was finished, it laughed menacingly, baring its claws and hovering higher above the group.
“It uses both fire and ice attacks... This may be tricky.” Albion observed.
“Just like you, Zoie!” Link said.
“What?! Don’t compare me to that ugly windbag!” Zoie objected.
“Not quite, but he has the right idea...” Mikhaeyla said, trying to stifle her grin. “It seems Beelzebub has chosen another dangerous pet to sick upon us. You all know what to do.”
“Right. It sucks, but I gotta play this thing. Let’s get to work, Steem!” Tetra said.
“Indeed!” he responded confidently.
Beautiful tones floated into the air from each of their instruments. Tetra’s flute-playing had clearly improved since the last purification, and Steem led her down the melody’s path at a pace that suited her. At the same time, each of the knights took up position, spreading out to face their new foe. Sitri, Link, and Zoie were right there with them. Another battle to defend the purification was unfolding.
This time... This time, I’m going to do more than just help!
Thinking this, Sitri gripped her sword tighter, and felt her Lokomo magic flow through her veins. She had to make this borrowed power be as second nature to her, such that she could call upon it as easy as breathing. Antsily, she eyed her allies to see what they were up to. Each of them hung back a bit, sizing up their opponent. This was her chance to make the first strike and control the pace of the fight.
Just as Sitri lifted her boot from the snow, another smothering presence appeared at the monster’s side, stopping her in her tracks. Touching down in a storm of violet light was her sneering, diabolical sworn enemy. He dusted off his shoulder and stood smugly at his pet’s side, facing down the group.
“Haha! Well, well, looks like the big boss wants to join the fun, too!” Zoie said.
“Beelzebub...” Link growled.
The man in question scoffed, like their barking was beneath his attention. He raised one arm up at his side, and a spiraling drill took shape around it, glowing a malevolent purple. This magic set Sitri’s skin to prickling. Having fought him before, she could tell that he meant business.
“My dear Fraaz, you won’t be playing alone today.” he said, cooing at the monster he’d summoned. “It’s time I started taking care of you ridiculous pests myself.”