The Empyrean Guildhouse

Thanks to Leonidas having access to a Geomagnetic Pole he’d found near the Giant’s Ruins, the group was able to reach the Waterfall Wood with time to spare. There was a small crowd in the center of the room. In the middle stood an Yggdroid with a red bowtie and small, spherical robots hovering around him.

“Yes. There are five teams total.” the Yggdroid said. One of the mini robots hovered closer to him. “Green, you will observe Group Three: Solo adventurer, Naia. And– Oh!”

The Yggdroid waved at the group. Even without a conventional face, it was easy to feel his enthusiasm. “Hello! I am H0-5T, the host for the directive: Fishing Competition! Are you here to participate?”

Even his voice had a cheer to it, making Zandiel smile. He opened his mouth to reply.

“Yep!” Kor said, raising a hand. “Guild Empyrean, that’s our name! And we’re gonna win this fishy game!”

Wing, who was tasked with carrying Kor, barked loudly. Multiple eyes were on the guild. Zandiel wasn’t sure if he wanted to shrink back or encourage Kor’s behavior. He seemed both excited and proud of the guild.

“Yes, that’s us.” Zandiel added.

“Then you may call me 5T, you daring, bold challengers!” the Yggdroid said, pointing to them. Once he did, every mini robot floated their way.

“What are those–”

Before Zandiel could finish, each robot flashed a bright light on the team. The group shouted and covered their eyes. Wing ducked her head into the ground with a whine, causing Kor to nearly fall off her back.

“Fiend!” Leonidas shouted, grabbing the hilt of his sword without a moment’s hesitation. “Prepare yourse–”

“The spotlight falls on our newest challengers! Guild Name: Empyrean! Tell me your names!”

“Za– A-Ain! Ain. A warning would do, next time!” Zandiel rubbed his eyes, still rattled by the blinding light.

Leonidas drew his sword. Even with his eyes closed in a narrow passage, he avoided harming anyone with the draw. “Leonidas! Prepare yourse–”

“I did not mean to provoke you! Put away your weapon!” 5T quickly replied. “Next name!”

H0-5T soon had everyone’s names and left the group, but not before catching them up on the rules.

Kill as many Fanged Fish as you can before the assigned Bot’s alarm goes off.

One Bot will accompany each team to keep an accurate, unbiased score.

Participants will be disqualified if caught purposefully attempting to share kills with other teams, as that would confuse the Bots.

Participants will be disqualified if they leave the labyrinth or the first floor.

Any participant that purposefully harms a Bot will receive appropriate punishment.

Zandiel nodded at the rules, as quickly as they were stated. He couldn’t bring himself to say much after the last one, though. He just nodded again. Afterwards, the guild was given a bot. It had a purple screen where the score would be displayed.

Kor smiled at the entity that bobbed up and down. “It’s kinda cute! Reminds me of a big eye, though.”

“Hey there, Empyrean! Nice seeing you again! I didn't know you guys were famous!” an unfamiliar person approached the team. They were a Therian with white hair, dressed similarly to the dancers of Tharsis. Their long hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and a cat-like tail swayed along with them.

“Well, hey to the wolf! I remember you from last week. Remember me?” they asked with a wink.

Wing walked up to the Therian and flopped down in front of them.

“Wuh–” Kor looked down at Wing, then back to the guild. “When’d any of you meet this guy?”

They laughed, waving a hand. “I’m… not a guy, but! Some of your guildmates were looking for the ruins on this island a few nights ago. The Celestrian with the purple hair and the Earthlain with the red hair. And they were with this wolf– I mean Wing!” they explained as they ruffled Wing’s head.

“Oh.” Zandiel cleared his throat. “I-I see.”

“Yeah, I guess they found it alright. Anyway, the name’s Machias, member of the Havoc Guild!” they stuck out a hand to Zandiel. “Nice to meet you.”

Zandiel shook Machias’ hand. “Yes, it’s a pleasure. Though it seems we’ll have to compete for a while.”

“That’s right,” Kor said. “No hard feelings when we totally stomp you.”

Zandiel glared down at Kor, who was looking up expectantly, nodding at Zandiel with a cocky smile.

Very well, just this once.

“We won’t hold back, Machias. And… There’s nothing wrong with getting second place, Havoc Guild.” he added with a smile.

“Yeah! Tell ‘em, Ai!”

“Oh that’s cute.” a new voice said. She was a brown-haired Earthlain wearing the traditional uniform of an Arcanian Herbalist, but she had a giant alchemical gauntlet attached to her left hand. “Big talk, too. Who’re these people?”

“C’mon, didn’t you hear the host? This is the Empyrean Guild. You know, the fishers who found that first set of ruins? There’s… Ain, Kor, Ruki, Wing, Leonidas.” they pointed to each member, then to the alchemist. “This is Cadence, Havoc’s alchemist.”

“Wait, they’re fishers?!” Cadence looked at Machias with worry before looking back at the guild.

So that’s what Machias meant by famous. Persephone had also mentioned their accomplishments in the shrine and jungle when requesting they investigate the Southern Shrine. Among the countless explorers, it felt odd to stick out and be known. …And for their fishing trip to still be one of their exploits.

“But this isn’t gonna be as easy as hooking some fish on a rod!” Cadence said, her confidence returning as if it’d never left. “Do you even know what you’re getting into?”

“Of course. We’re capable fighters as well.” Zandiel replied. “Actually, most of us aren’t fishers to begin with.”

“Four minutes and thirteen seconds until the competition begins!” 5T announced. “Any last minute preparations, drop-outs, additions, or advice? Please come to me, in any such case!”

“Hm… But really,” Machias murmured. “I don’t think you guys are the only tough ones around here. That Therian over there seems like a competitive threat.”

“He’s just one guy.” Cadence said. “Quit stroking his tail, damn!”

“I’m not! I’m being serious! He’s…” Machias looked over their shoulder, then looked back. “Actually, Ain. You know him, don’t you?”

“Hm?”

Zandiel also looked over Machias’ shoulder. He had to narrow his eyes to see that Tenmaar was sitting under a tree, facing away from all the competition.

“Yes, I do. Did he tell you about me?”

“Nah, I haven’t spoken to him. I saw you two walking together one time. I thought, wow, his tail is gorgeous.”

Zandiel laughed.

“I mean– I’m not jealous or anything, it really does seem like a huge hassle, but wow…”

“Would you stop drooling over that guy’s tail?!” Cadence hissed, pressing a finger into Machias’ chest. “If he ends up distracting you, I swear…!”

“Not to worry, I believe he hides it during battle.” Zandiel said. “Now I know Kor seemed a bit competitive, but he’s only having fun, and I hope to do the same.” He held a hand out to Cadence. “I truly hope there are no hard feelings, come what may.”

Cadence took Zandiel’s hand. “Alright, alright.”

With a wave from Cadence and a goodbye from Machias, Zandiel decided to at least say hello to Tenmaar. Who knew if they’d see each other during the competition? He was still sitting by the tree. His eyes were closed, and his legs were crossed. Was he meditating, or…

“Tenmaar?” Zandiel spoke quietly. A part of him didn’t want to disturb him, but he honestly couldn't tell if he was asleep.

“Yeah?” Tenmaar opened his eyes with a flick of his ear. “Here to tell me no hard feelings?”

“No, no… That was just a bit of friendly competitive encouragement.”

“Obviously.” Tenmaar stretched an arm up and sighed. “But that Kor’s a little punk. Try not to make actual enemies with him around.”

“He’s no punk, but I understand where you’re coming from.” Zandiel leaned against the tree. “I don't mean to sound rude, but are you aiming for the first prize alone?”

Tenmaar shook his head. “I’ve been needing to let off some steam lately. I figured clearing out monsters and maybe getting some money out of it’s a good way to do it. What about you?”

“The prize would be nice.” he admitted. “We actually came here to defeat some Scylla Crabs for dinner, but we learned about this competition on the way. Hopefully we’ll get first place and have some seafood for dinner.”

“Is that why Lee’s with you guys?”

“Yes! Alverion wanted some crab legs, and Leonidas wanted to help.”

“Sure, but… You know this competition lasts for six hours, right? Dinner usually starts at five. Unless you're quitting early.”

“Well…” he looked at Leonidas, who was speaking enthusiastically with a blue-haired Ronin. The two had their swords out, and seemed to be comparing them. “He likely has a plan.”

Tenmaar glared at the Shogun. “If I get back to the inn after this and no one’s cooked anything, I’m gonna be pissed.”

The more Zandiel thought it out, the less certain he was of tonight’s dinner. “Folze should have something ready by then.”

“One minute until the competition begins!” 5T said. “Gather your teams and prepare to leave through either of the doors!”

Tenmaar stood up, dragging his Drive Blade along with him and causing a quiet chime to come from him. “Alright, guess it’s time.”

“Was that a bell?”

“Uh. Yeah.” he looked away and mumbled, “...tail.”

Once he caught on, he looked behind Tenmaar and saw a small silver bell tied on the base of the tail. “Oh. You really do like to accessorize! It looks lovely.”

Either Tenmaar didn’t respond, or H0-5T starting his countdown drowned out Tenmaar’s voice as he headed to one of the doors. Zandiel hurried off to the opposite. H0-5T took off his bow and held it high once he reached five. He held it up until he counted to one, then swung his hand down with a galvanizing “GO!”

“Alright, let’s do this- hey!” Kor shouted as a group of adventurers ran past. “Sheeesh. Alright, competition’s serious.”

Ruki signed to Kor with a frown, then a roll of her eyes.

“I goaded an appropriate amount.” Kor reasoned, looking away and crossing his arms.

Now that they were in a main area of the labyrinth, Zandiel took a look around. The Waterfall Wood was beautiful. True to its name, there was a small waterfall pouring down a ravine, leaving a pleasant petrichor scent and a refreshing breeze. There were lively, vibrant flowers dotted around too. Like many labyrinths, it would have been relaxing and serene if not for the monsters.

Zandiel took a deep breath. It was a shame… he really would have enjoyed a picnic here. Maybe there was still a way to arrange that.

Ruki pat Zandiel on the shoulder and pointed to the Bot that was assigned to them. It hovered around as if it didn’t know what to do.

“Ah, right. I’m getting distracted.”

Ruki pointed to Leonidas, who was similarly in awe, but was a bit further back than the Empyrean Guild.

“Leonidas?” he asked. The Shogun was startled, grabbing the hilt of his blade.

“One must offer his apologies. We were reminiscing!” Leonidas said, taking out his silver, nameless sword. “To see the Waterfall Wood after all this time, and on an entirely different continent, is odd.”

“Yeah, you get it!” Kor said. “That’s how I felt when we walked into the Lush Woodlands.”

“Mhmm.” Ruki agreed before pulling out her weapon. “Shh.”

Zandiel took out his shield, standing near Kor and Wing. A green spiky creature and a blue mollusk came skulking out the bushes.

“Well those aren’t fish.” Kor scoffed. “Should we run or fight?”

“What are they capable of, exactly?” Zandiel asked. He’d prefer to know something before making their decision, and Leonidas was the perfect person to explain.

“Analysis:” the Bot said, startling everyone. “Deadly Durian. Origin: Waterfall Wood, Armoroad Yggdrasil. Current Location: Waterfall Wood, Lemuria. Description: A fruit monster with a pungent smell. Its thorns temporarily rob the victim's sight. Weaknesses: Cutting, High Temperatures. Resistances: Electricity.”

“Oh. I–”

The Bot quickly offered its analysis on the other enemy. A Starry Slug, capable of conjuring ice, weak to piercing, and resistant to all magical elements.

“Ahem. Thank you very much. There’s no use in avoiding them. We should be able to dispatch them quickly.” Zandiel had to wonder what else these Bots could do.

The monsters had turned to them by now, and particles of energy were gathering around the slug.

“Well said! Now…” Leonidas threw an outstretched, commanding hand out. “Fight! Let us see how much stronger the Empyrean Guild has become since our last labyrinth cooperation!”

Zandiel started by narrowly blocking the ice the slug had shot towards him.

“What?! Dude– aren’t you gonna help?!” Kor shouted.

“Directly? Only if necessary, or if there are Scylla Crabs. Otherwise, we will play a more backline, strategic role. This is a challenge for the Empyrean Guild, after all!”

“Uuugh…  So much for an easy first place…”

With three frontline fighters, the enemies weren’t much of a challenge. The Durian was killed after Zandiel blocked its blinding attack. Ruki swept in and performed a downward slash, cutting the Durian with a burst of flame.

The Starry Slug was defeated with a shield bash from Zandiel. It flattened the slug against the ground with a loud squelch. Zandiel wished he could tear his eyes away as it squirmed under the shield before going limp.

What an unsettling sight...

Leonidas applauded the guild before they continued on.

Not long in, Ruki’s ear twitched, and she beckoned the guild to follow her. Reaching a new area of the room, the guild found a stream of water.

“Yes~!” Kor cheered. “It’s fishing time, right?”

“Indeed.” Leonidas replied. “You are in pursuit of Fanged Fish, the red ones. Those and the purple Devilfish utilize the elements of surprise and numbers to fell their prey. Proceed with caution.”

Zandiel nearly took a step back from the stream, but stepped forward instead, raising his shield. He was the team’s main source of defense. To shrink away would be an embarrassment. He looked into the water, seeing gentle ripples forming on the surface.

“The fish jump out of the water in groups, and show no mercy once they’ve latched onto their prey with their sharp fangs!” Leonidas explained. “The Devilfish in particular–”

Two red fish shot out from the ripples of water with the speed of a bullet. One smacked into Zandiel’s shield with enough force to make him stagger. Ruki gasped after hearing a thud nearby. A fish had barreled right into Kor’s body, knocking him off of Wing’s back.

“Ow…!”

The fish had landed on the surface, barely dazed as it floated back up, its eyes set on the injured Brouni. Wing snarled at the monster before whipping her knife out and charging at it. Ruki ran through and picked up Kor.

“Ain, yours has recovered!” Leonidas shouted. The fish that had struck Zandiel’s shield shot back up, aiming directly at his face this time. He swung his shield into its body, sending it into a more open area on the surface.

“Ruki! Behind you!” Two fish, one purple and one red, emerged from the water. Ruki turned around, swinging her blade in an arc that distanced the fish. With her other hand, she squeezed Kor closer to her.

“G-Get em, Ru…!” he pressed a hand against his body, with light Mana emitting from it.

Zandiel had ended up a bit further away, engaged with the fish that had attacked him. Alone and further from its allies, the fish floated cautiously. It rammed into his shield, but had tilted its body before doing so, making it slide off the side.

He couldn't react in time, and the fish used the momentum to double back and bite into his torso. There was a layer of scale armor, but he could still feel the pressure of its jaws and teeth through it.

Zandiel calmed his panic and backed further away from the body of water. Other fish were bound to gang up on him if he stayed close. Zandiel drove the tip of his sword down. It pierced into the fish while being able to slide across his armor, leaving the fish skewered through the blade.

It hissed and gurgled, thrashing in an attempt to bite deeper into the armor. Zandiel scowled at its persistence before pulling his sword away. Blood seeped down the fish’s body as its wound was pried open further. Its body was being stretched apart as Zandiel pulled, yet it wouldn’t let go.

He shut his eyes in disgust with one last pull, feeling his sword freed from the monster’s body. Squinting an eye open, everything except its head had been split in two, each side of its body limply hanging and dripping with blood.

It was dead, but its bite had been strong enough to keep it hanging onto him. Zandiel pulled the monster from his armor, then tossed it into the water before he could think more about it. He looked to the rest of his teammates.

Ruki thrust her blade into an airborne Fanged Fish, sending a jolt of lightning through it. Once it stopped convulsing, she swung it off and across the stream with a huff.

And then…

There was silence.

…

“Seven!” With everyone startled, the same number displayed on the bot’s monitor for a moment. “Great work!”

Kor cheered. Zandiel was glad to hear his voice, but now he was confused.

“Seven… Fanged Fish?” he asked, looking around. There were a few dead fish scattered, and even a Durian. “When?”

“The Devilfish,” Leonidas said as he walked up to the stream and placed the blade of his nameless sword into it. “Have the ability to summon Fanged Fish with a call. One would have warned you all, but they set upon us before we had the chance.”

Leonidas took a deep breath, removing the sword and swinging it through the air. “One must apologize. We do not mean to coddle, but… we also have no desire to see any of you hurt.”

“Why would you apologize for that, Leonidas? You saved us from a worse conflict. That’s not what I would call coddling.”

“It… is not?” Leonidas whispered, gaze fixed on the now-gentle waves. “But I– one has greater battle experience than you all. How will you learn if you do not experience all sides of combat? Even the sides that invariably end in pain, such as ambushes?”

Confused, Zandiel couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. “But you came here to help us, right? Even if you were strictly here for the crabs, there’d be little to gain if we were fatally wounded.”

Leonidas didn't answer immediately. He gazed into the water with a faint, apologetic smile.

“One may have found himself… delving too far into his own head. Yes. We came here to help.”

Zandiel lightly tapped a hand against his shoulder. “And I thank you for your help, Leonidas. Now let's check on everyone.”

The other three were around the corner, sitting near a wall of foliage in a small alcove.

“Is Kor alright?” Zandiel asked.

“I am now.” he said. “Won't lie, I think some ribs were fractured. But they’re all better now.”

Zandiel covered his mouth. “A-Are you certain?” 

“Yep! C’mon, Ai. Don't you know how healing magic works?”

“I… may? Somewhat?”

Ruki shrugged at Kor.

“Okay, I guess not.” Kor realized. “Basically, the less time it’s been since the injury or illness, the better chance it has to, like, work without complications. So I’m mostly fine.”

“I see… Healing magic truly is a wonder.”

“And don't you forget it!” Kor wagged a finger around. Though he kept the other hand on his ribs as the light continued to glow. The group decided to take a quick break, and Kor pulled a snack out of his bag. Recalling that Kor hadn’t had lunch, Zandiel wondered if it was possible to find any regular fish outside of the labyrinth to cook.

“Well first, we’d get disqualified if we left. Second, what about the fish here?” Kor wondered.

Zandiel glared at the body of water the fish had come out of. “Would you really want to eat those?”

“You need not worry, Leader Ain. One considers himself a gourmand of Waterfall Wood monsters. These fish are as safe as any other.” Leonidas placed a hand under his chin, looking out into the same stream with a wistful smile. “Back in Armoroad, we cooked and ate every animal many times, even the Greedy Lizard.”

“Even, hm?” Zandiel grumbled. “I suppose we should be careful of that monster?”

“Certainly! It spews venom! You must also cook it a certain way to avoid a deadly venom running in your veins.”

“What?!”

“So it’s like those famous pufferfish, right?” Kor asked. When Leonidas nodded, he got giddy. “Wooow…! So how’d you not die trying those?

“One always ventured with a Monk! Sometimes multiple!” he responded proudly. “One would cook in the sanctioned campsites of the labyrinth, and they would remain on standby, quick to heal at the mildest detection of bodily issues. Their Qi allowed for such feats.”

“Huh. That’s smart. Guess I’ll be the one on standby this time?”

“No need. We have mastered the art of preparing a Greedy Lizard for consumption. Furthermore, no meal at the Baku Inn will include those creatures. One understands how cautious the everyday person may be of such a dish.”

“G-Good.” Zandiel said. “I trust you, but I’d rather not try a monster like that.”

“How unfortunate… We must work on your adventurous spirit.” Leonidas solemnly shook his head with an exaggerated sigh.

“No, no, I believe I’m adventurous. I simply don’t like the idea of eating certain monsters. Those are completely different matters.”

“I dunno…” Kor said, a few crumbs of food falling from his mouth. “I remember the time Ylva told us how scared you were when she talked about that one Cutter quest. You know, with the heart?”

Zandiel gasped, spluttering as he heard Kor and Ruki chuckle. If he focused enough, he would have sworn Wing was doing something similar. “That’s– P-Putting up with the disgusting beating heart of a monster and its blood is also completely different! That’s absolutely not what you think of when you call someone adventurous!”

“Okay, so what do you think of when you call someone adventurous?” he asked, sticking a finger out towards Zandiel. “Hm? Hmm?”

“Someone who is willing to try new things, of course! I am–”

“Not willing to eat Greedy Lizards. Or grab monster parts.”

Ruki nodded with a smile.

“Those are diff–ahem–different!” Zandiel nearly whined before catching himself. “E-Excuse me. Our ideas of adventurous cover completely different grounds, but I’m not wrong, am I?”

Leonidas gave him a smile that veered on piteous. “You are not incorrect, but… It seems you have been fortunate enough to not witness a sight or event that unsettles you to the point of paralysis. As a frontline fighter, there may– no, will– come a time where you have to handle such a moment. Prior experience in similar situations with less urgency will prepare you better.”

“So this is not a matter of ‘adventurous’, but… will, one supposes. The will to protect, or continue fighting, or to simply keep moving. You may not be capable of completely removing your disgust, but you must learn to at least steel your nerves when such times come.”

“Oh…” The thought hadn’t crossed his mind until now, but wasn't this also what it meant to be one of the guild’s shields? He would need unwavering courage. He had to put away his fears to protect others. He’d done similar things aboard the expedition, but never in a situation that truly unsettled him.

“When you put it like that, I see where you’re coming from.”

Leonidas smiled. “One would hope so! But that is enough on the matter for now. Let us enjoy the rest of our break before resuming the contest! Shall I cook us some Fanged Fish?”

“Ain…? What are you doing here?”

  Alverion tilted his head. He appeared confused. Worried, even through that smile and particular placement of a finger on his chin.

  Zandiel opened his mouth, trying to call for Alverion’s help. He couldn’t move on his own.

  “There’s no reason to go in there again, is there? Especially not alone.” 

  His body turned towards the door, but Alverion grabbed him by the arm before he even realized it.

  “Oh! I was being cordial, but I guess you didn’t like that. Hmhm…” His grip got tighter as he leaned closer to his ear.

  “What do you plan on doing with Ain?”

  Zandiel wasn't sure what to feel. Glad? Reassured? Scared? Alverion seemed to have caught onto this quickly, but how? And was that going to be enough?

  A translucent barrier was placed in front of the door that led to the Eastern Shrine’s seal.

  “Because,” his voice was loud and clear. “This wasn't ordained.”

  … … …

  “Alverion!”

  Zandiel woke up with a start. Grasping the sheets below him, fighting to catch his breath. It took him a moment to realize he was looking up at a familiar, mahogany wood ceiling.

  He was in his room.

  “Ain.”

  And that was Siegril’s voice. From the sound of it, this wasn't the first time he’d tried to get his attention.

  It wasn't long before Siegril’s expressionless face came into view from above.

  No. There was concern in his eyes, even if it was hard to notice.

  “My… apologies, for waking you.” Zandiel was still catching his breath.

  “I wasn’t asleep.”

  “Were you… about to, then?” He had reason to believe it was still late evening, until he took a glance towards the window. A faint sunbeam did what it could to light up the room. It had to be early morning.

  It was confusing, being able to see such a faint light, but Zandiel put it aside.

  “Did you stay up all night, Siegril?”

  “Yeah. I was worried.”

  “And now I’m worried for your health.” he looked back at Siegril, whose expression hadn’t changed. “What made you stay awake?”

  “You.” It was only a moment before Siegril’s answer came, but it felt too long. A switch had been flipped in Zandiel’s mind and body. He could feel his legs ache. He recalled running a great distance, but that wasn't right. 

  That wasn't right.

  “I kept you awake. With my nightmares, no?” there were lingering emotions and pains from the dream that felt too real, but that just wasn’t right. “I apologize. The nightmare… was quite a ridiculous one! I had run out of my room– no, Maginia itself. And…”

  His legs were burning.

  “I encountered Alverion in the ruins on this island. We spoke for a moment, and then we… fought.”

  He swallowed, letting out an uneven breath. He couldn’t look at Siegril while he recounted the story. “I’d ran away after that. Later I encountered you, Ylva, and Wing. We were in front of an entirely different set of ruins. And then I started… giving you all orders! Such strange orders about these supposed seals! Well, no, it wasn’t me, exactly, but, ah, nevermind! Ridiculous, right?”

  He laughed. He’d rambled every word out, and was waiting for Siegril to cut him off at some point. To say “That’s a stupid dream.” or “Don’t read about weird things before going to sleep.”, or even “Okay.”.

  So why didn’t he?

  “That wasn’t a dream.”

  Zandiel didn't move. Instead he closed his eyes and hummed despondently, after a minute.

  Of course it was real. He’d lost control of his body and went on a rampage. It couldn’t even be excused by the actions of a monster inflicting some effect onto his mind. This was something inside of him. The apparition? That dark flame? The voice he’d hear in his mind at times, and even last night? That sand-colored entity he spotted in a dream, once?

  It could have been any number of them. Multiple entities that tugged him around like a puppet without a will or purpose.

  Zandiel felt sick, but how he felt didn't matter to him. Especially not right now.

  He tossed the covers aside. “Where is Alverion?”

  “He’s fine. He’s in his room.”

  “Fine? No, I remember. The blood, his face, the–the way he dropped to the ground, I–”

  “He’s fine.” Siegril repeated. “I think you were able to hold that thing back… If that helps you feel better.”

  It took Zandiel a moment to register Siegril’s words. Once he did, his shoulders sagged. He looked down at the covers he was still gripping onto.

  He was able to hold it back? It didn’t feel like it, but for Alverion to still be alive, it must have been the case.

  “It… It does.” he admitted, letting go of the sheets. “Thank you.”

  “Yeah. He’s hurt, but he’ll get over it. Especially with Oz helping him. You’re more important right now.”

  “Don’t say that. My condition is not a priori–”

  “Yes it is.” Siegril’s narrowed, focused gaze was piercing right through Zandiel. “You’re the one who got possessed, you probably know what happened the most. We haven’t had time to figure things out. I think Folze is still trying to, but I haven't seen or heard him today.”

  “...Oh.”

  Siegril’s gaze lost most of its edge after that. “What else do you remember?”

  Zandiel let his legs hang off the bed. Tentatively, he patted the spot next to him.

  Siegril took a seat.

  “I remember every word that I– t-that thing spoke through my mouth.” Zandiel was quick to correct himself, and he almost bit his tongue. That wasn’t him. It didn’t excuse how he was too weak to resist its control, but that wasn’t him. “I don’t know the identity of what controlled me, but I have reason to believe it is not entirely human, if at all.”

  “Alright.” Siegril said. “It called itself a Bringer of Prosperity. And it talked about Lemuria. I dunno what any of that means for its identity, but maybe there’s something in a library.”

  Lemuria. A sense of dread was beginning to form around that single word.

  Lemuria. Prosperity. Seals. Maginia. Lemurian.

  “Hmm…” Zandiel held a hand against his head.

  If anyone had a chance of knowing, it would be the one who issued the expedition. And yet, something was stopping him.

  The name of the archipelago suddenly held more weight when thought alongside Princess Persephone Maginias. But why? Did she have ties to Lemuria? Ones that ran deeper than a desire to chart the uncharted archipelago?

  Why?

  Zandiel placed a hand over his mouth once he recalled Persephone’s words from yesterday.

  “Do you know about the rumored treasure of Lemuria? The one that’s said to bring prosperity to whoever wields it?”

  “Persephone…?” he whispered.

  “Oh, yeah. She’s leading the expedition. If anyone knows, it’s gonna be her or the people working with her. Guess you’ll need to schedule a meeting.”

  He turned to Siegril. “No.”

  Siegril glared at him, mouth parted like he wanted to say something.

  “Forgive me. I meant…” What did he mean? Why was the thought of meeting Persephone again this unnerving to him? As if his very core was being shaken just at the mention. “I-I don't know. Considering the thing controlling me broke the entrance to that Shrine so soon after she went out of her way to unlock it, it just feels… strange.”

  “Why? She probably doesn’t know. Even if she does, she shouldn’t care. Explorers die in labyrinths. If she gets mad about an old door being broken, and not the dead explorers and soldiers, then...”

  Siegril kicked a foot off the ground. “That’s her problem, not yours.”

  “You…” Zandiel lowered his head. “I suppose so. Very well, I’ll meet with her once we’re done with breakfast.” his skin still felt prickly at the thought, knowing that her hypothetical anger wasn’t the issue.

  “You don't have to do it today.” Siegril said. “You should probably rest more.”

  Should he? He knew he was in pain from the waist down, and his arm had felt off– much less than he expected after slamming it into two stone walls– but he already felt guilty for causing this incident in the first place.

  He closed his eyes. The ticking of the clock, the murmurs of life outside, even the two’s breathing. He kept his eyes closed and listened to it all, trying to calm himself.

  He couldn’t recall hurting anyone else, and Alverion was physically well, according to Siegril. Mentally, though… he wouldn’t be surprised by any change in attitude. And that was the least he was expecting once they saw each other again.

  Zandiel trembled. As much as he wanted to see Alverion just minutes ago, the thought scared him now.

  “Are you okay?”

  “No– dammit, what the hell is happening?” What was the point of hiding how he felt? Especially to someone who knew what’d happened. “Even if it wasn’t me, I just– What the hell is wrong with me? What is all of this?!”

  He held himself by his arms. “My blood, the apparition, the voice, my eyes, and now I can’t control my own body, anymore?! That thing kept calling me a vessel. Is that all I am, now? A host for some… thing?!”

  It was quiet after that. For a while, neither spoke or even moved, save for Siegril tapping his foot on the ground sporadically.

  “I think you are.”

  Zandiel blinked. He looked at Siegril. His mind swarmed with questions, statements, arguments. Did he want to refute him? Didn’t he agree? He thought he did, until he heard it from Siegril.

  No, he wasn’t.

  Yes, he was.

  No, he…

  “I never told you why you had a bounty on you. Back when I was hired to kill you in Novaras. My client said there was something trapped in the Nameir bloodline, and it had to be extricated… They didn’t really say much, but they gave me a weapon to kill you with.”

  Zandiel let the words process before he covered his mouth with a slow, shaky hand. This was too much.

  Siegril stood up, walking to his side of the room and crouching under his bed. “They said it would free the flame inside you if it struck your heart. I thought it was all just a weird metaphor, but now…”

  A flame.

  It had to be the one that Alverion mentioned. How did unrelated people like Alverion or whoever Siegril’s client know, but not him? Was this something he was supposed to know? Did his father know? Had he ever planned on telling him, if so? Or was his time cut short before he could?

  “It was suspicious, but it was a job.”

  Zandiel hadn't realized Siegril had sat next to him until he spoke up. In his lap was a black rectangular box. It was accented with purple lines that faded into red, and converged in the center.

  A large red eye lay there. Protruding, unblinking, and unnervingly realistic.

  Siegril tapped his fingers on the box. “I didn't think I’d ever need to think about this contract again, but after last night, it’s been on my mind. You’re a vessel for something.”

  Zandiel tried to nod. All he managed was lowering his head.

  Siegril ran a hand across the box before opening it with a click. The knife had a similar design to the container, except the hilt was a sandy color, and the blade was pitch black with purple veins running through it.

  Embedded in the hilt was a small red eye with a black sclera.

  Familiar, Siegril thought. How did he not recall this the moment he saw Zandiel’s eyes?

  Carefully placing the box on the bed, he spun the knife in his hand before catching it and looking at the despondent Zandiel next to him. He was facing the ground, his hands were pressed against the bed, and he was completely lost in thought.

  “Don’t move.” Siegril warned. Before he could lean in, Zandiel did just that, slowly turning to Siegril and looking down at the weapon in his hand.

  “Ain."

  Something seemed to click in Zandiel’s mind as his visible eye opened wider and wider. His body was trembling, and he let out a breath that sounded like he’d been choked.

  Siegril knew that general demeanor quite well. The fear of pain or death had a pretty universal reaction, from what he’d seen.

  Though, why was Zandiel giving him that look?

  …

  Oh.

  “I’m not gonna stab you.” He thought it was obvious enough to not mention in the first place. “I wanna see if the weapon has a reaction to you. Or the other way around.”

  Zandiel swallowed. He nodded stiffly, and kept his eyes on the knife. “I… I see. Please… Please warn me next time.”

  He was calming down, but there was still a sense of fear in the air and throughout his body. It was still too easy to pick out.

  “Okay. Sorry. Can I test your neck first?”

  “Y-Yes. You may.”

  Without any more preamble, Siegril casually pressed the spine of the knife against his neck. Zandiel’s body twitched as his breath got caught in his throat.

  Siegril looked at the eye of the weapon. It was the most standout part, yet it didn’t do anything. Maybe the weapon needed to 'taste’ Zandiel’s blood to react, and vice-versa. That was possible. Or, maybe it needed to be right near the heart.

  Just as Siegril was about to bring up his theories, Zandiel’s body twitched again.

  And again.

  Then it morphed into a full-body shiver as he wrapped his hands around his abdomen. He let out a sound that lacked any breath behind it. Once again, it was caught in his throat, but this one sounded more painful.

  Siegril pulled the knife away in an instant, quietly observing. All Zandiel did after was give one final shudder, curling in on himself slightly and letting out a deep sigh.

  “Th-That was… unexpected. And awful.” he explained after a grim, forced laugh. “Truly… an awful feeling.”

  And worrying, Siegril added internally, but Zandiel didn't seem to be in any pain, so he was fine carrying on.

  “Did it feel like something was crawling inside you?” To his surprise, Zandiel shook his head, and straightened himself out quickly.

  “No, fortunately. It was just a deeply unsettling chill. And it almost sounded like someone was… breathing, is what I’ll call it.”

  He placed a hand on his chest and forced himself to laugh again. “Ahh, I guess you were right. And the amount of complete strangers who’d known except me, apparently. Something really is in here. I should have known, but I didn’t. I hadn’t noticed, hadn't realized… But it’s apparently so easy to figure out!” He’d gripped at his shirt, and his voice was fuming with a barely-concealed rage.

  Siegril didn’t know what to say. What could he say? Zandiel was right in his confusion and anger. How did the client know, yet the target didn’t?

  And, apparently, there were others?

  “Who else knows?” from the sound of it, only this client and Siegril himself knew. Who else could have learned? The hospital, maybe?

  “Alverion.”

  Siegril could feel his eye twitch, especially when Zandiel didn’t list anyone else.

  Alverion, Alverion, Alverion.

  Why was that man always up to something? Why did he always seem involved in something? If they weren’t guild members, he would have had a confrontation with him by now at the least.

  No, scratch that. Once Alverion was awake and stable, Siegril was getting answers from him. This was the last bit of leeway he was giving that suspicious bastard.

  “He said the flame inside of me had something to do with a goal of his…” Zandiel spoke quietly, and without certainty. “If I recall, the flame was only shown to him in a vision once he boarded Maginia. He believes following it will help him in his journey to become closer to the stars.”

  “Do you actually believe that?”

  “Well, I have no reason not to. Especially not now.” Zandiel replied. “There seem to be more suspicious people out there who are aware of this flame, such as your client who had a specialized weapon made to… contain it. Alverion seeing it in a vision and not knowing what it is is quite tame in comparison.”

  At that, Siegril leaned forward, getting a look at Zandiel’s uncertain frown. “What do you mean he doesn't know what it is?”

  “He told me he saw a vision of a dark flame emerge from me during the fight against Cernunnos. Specifically, in the realities he saw where the fight kept going. He doesn’t seem to actually know anything about this flame. He just knows it’s the same one he saw in his vision.”

  He shook his head. “The point is, I trust that Alverion isn’t lying about not knowing what this flame is, so please don’t become more wary of him than you already have been. After all, Alverion… was trying to help me last night.”

  Zandiel remembered how Alverion discovered that something was wrong, without a single word. How he tried to stop the Bringer from taking him back to that room.

  …He had to apologize to him. Even if Alverion hated him for how he’d hurt him, he had to at least apologize.

  Siegril turned away. “Still, what do you think Alverion will do once he finds out?”

  “What else could he even find out that would matter? His situation is different from your client’s. Vague visions versus a thought-out plan involving a specialized weapon. I would ask who this elusive client is, but I assume you don’t know who they are or what they look like, given that you haven’t mentioned either.”

  Siegril shook his head. “They were covered and didn’t speak. They were… a bit taller than me, but not by much. That’s all.”

  Zandiel sighed, leaning back into his bed. It took him a while to speak again.

  “This is… so much to take in. Too much.”

  If Siegril himself was already feeling dazed by all this information over the past few days, he couldn’t imagine what Zandiel was going through.

  “Maybe you should write this down.”

  Zandiel eyed him with exhaustion and exasperation. “Is this your attempt at humor?”

  “No. This is a lot of information, and it’s important. Anything from your eyes, to the seals, the blood copy you can summon, and who knows about what. Document what you know, so things don't start distracting you, and especially so things don’t start getting mixed up. You don’t want to get any facts mixed up.”

  Zandiel didn't answer immediately, giving Siegril the sign to look away and wait.

  “I will.” came the reply, not long after. “Apologies for not taking you seriously.”

  “It’s fine.” though he couldn't understand how it sounded like a joke in the first place, he let it go. “We’ll figure everything out.”

  “Hah. I… wish I had your confidence in the matter.”

  Siegril raised an eyebrow. Was confidence the right label for his thoughts? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that he had a few plans.

  “We still aren't a hundred percent sure that there’s something literally in your body. It could be some sort of, I dunno, telepathic link. If the weapon’s able to take an actual, spiritual fire out of your body, we’re gonna need to find a different way to siphon it out without going for your heart.” Siegril dismissively waved a hand. “Don’t worry about that part. I’ll figure something out.”

  “You’ve really thought things out, hm? This is all… very kind of you, Siegril. Thank you.”

  Kind?

  Siegril looked away again. He wasn’t sure of the emotion he felt right now, either. He knew he didn’t hate it, but it was a bit overwhelming.

  “Yeah. I mean…”

  Zandiel tilted his head, waiting for Siegril to finish his thoughts.

  “...so, you know.”

  Oh. He’d missed something. “You mean… what? Apologies, I didn’t hear you.”

  “I said we’re friends.”

  Zandiel’s eyes lit up. Siegril still wasn't looking at him, so he got out of bed and walked to the front, where Siegril just barely tilted his head away.

  Zandiel, if he were to ask himself later, did a very good job at hiding his shock at Siegril’s expression. His eyes were closed, and there was just a bit of red on his cheeks.

  “What?”

  Zandiel hummed, though it turned into a gentle laugh. “Is our friendship something to feel embarrassed over?”

  “No. I just don't know what to do.” he paused. “With a friend.”

  “Well I’m no expert on friendships either, but I don't think much needs to change. I just hope we can grow to be more comfortable around each other.”

  Siegril opened his eyes, and was greeted by a sight he didn’t know how to respond to. It was Zandiel. He was smiling. He wasn’t standing all that close to him.

  These are things he’d seen from him before. So why did it all feel so different? Siegril felt like he was going to break out into a sweat. He settled on Zandiel’s pitch-black sclera and striking red irises as the reason for his internal reaction. He still wasn't used to them.

  “And I admire your selflessness for my sake.” he placed a hand on his chest. “I’ll repay you for your efforts in solving this mystery involving me one day. I promise.”

  It was an unnecessary declaration that he didn’t want Zandiel to try and fulfill, but Siegril nodded anyway.

  “Now, why don’t we get breakfast? If I recall correctly, you’ve been up all night on my account. I’d like to hope you ate something during that time, but knowing you…”

  “Fine.” Siegril went to open the door. “Also, the guild’s not doing anything today.”

  Zandiel walked out the room first, and waited for Siegril to close it before walking alongside him. “I see… a good day to begin that journal, then.”

  “If you need help remembering anything, ask me.”

  “Hm… I think I can recall most of it, but just in case, I’d appreciate your input.”

  Entering the lobby, the two exchanged a greeting with Leonidas. He smiled and waved enthusiastically, and the two made their way to the dining hall without interruption...

  “W-Wait a second!”

  …For about one step. Leonidas shouted, nearly stumbling over the counter. “What in the– this is no casual reunion! Ain! Leader Ain! You’re okay!”

  Zandiel tried not to visibly cringe at how Leonidas knew about last night, too. He understood, given that Folze knew, but subtlety wasn’t Leonidas’ strong suit most of the time. “Y-Yes, I am fine, but I would rather not make others aware of it, so…”

  “Oh.” Leonidas lowered his voice and took a quick look around the lobby that no one else was actually in. “Understood. One only wished to express his relief and concern, but his handling could have been less crass. Though, one must say, you seem to have become a magnet for… odd events, lately. ”

  Zandiel laughed, feeling awkward and unsure.

  “Is there any way he can help? Sir Folze is looking into it, though one remains clueless as to what that entails.”

  “No, no. I appreciate your concern, but it is something Siegril and I have thought of ways to look into. I am interested in what Folze can discover, though.”

  “Sir Folze is quite unorthodox, himself.” Leonidas snickered, placing a hand on his hip. “One holds the utmost confidence in his ability to discern the truth of the matter… which is why he has been unavailable if you have attempted to contact him.”

  “I haven't, but thank you. Please, tell him that he doesn’t need to exert himself for my sake.”

  Leonidas laughed again, shaking his head slowly. “His worry seemed to get replaced by intrigue once you were returned safely. One cannot say whether he is engrossed in this new mystery for your sake or his own.”

  “Ah. Well… either way, I’d like to extend my thanks to him once he is available. For now, Siegril and I were just about to get breakfast, so…”

  “Oh, of course! Don’t let me hold you back a second longer! As you may have realized, given Folze’s absence, today’s meals have been–and will be–prepared by none other than…”

  He stepped back, closing his eyes. He threw one arm out to the side and placed a hand on his chest. “Leonidas himself!”

  Zandiel laughed. “Then we’ll be sure to enjoy it. We’ll leave you to your work, Leonidas. Take care!”

  Turning around, Zandiel was prepared to offer a silent apology for holding Siegril up, only to see no one behind him.

  “Siegril?”

  “One began to speak, and Siegril left for the hall without delay. It was almost…” Leonidas sighed and lowered his head. “...comical.”

  “Ah… there, there.” Zandiel reached out to pat Leonidas’ shoulder, feeling an odd fondness for his friend’s curt demeanor.

  …

…

…

…

  The ocean waves were calming, this evening. Both in their lack of effect on the ship, and calming on the nerves.

  For a time, they distracted Blót from the pressure of his mission. He also interacted with the others aboard the ship when that didn’t work. Chatting, drinking, working, whatever to pass the time. 

  But as the days came and went, their destination got closer. With that, there were times where he would experience spikes in anxiety. Today was one of those days, and he found himself in his cabin. He laid down on the bedding that had become less and less comfortable over the days. His nerves weren't making it any more comfortable, so he hoped to sleep his worries off for one night.

  Before he could, the ship rocked unevenly. He grumbled, barely holding onto the thin mattress. These ‘harsher’ waves were inconsistent in timing, but consistently nothing to worry about. No calls to battle from pirates, no sea monster attacks, not even a mild storm had befallen their ship.

  Godlike luck, huh? It was feeling more true by the day. The perilous journey to an uncharted archipelago felt more like a cruise, minus the luxury.

  As the wave passed through the ship, he was glad he didn't get seasick easily, unlike…

  “Damned… rocky vessel…!”

  Blót didn’t respond to his less fortunate twin, hunched away in his own bed. In moments like these, he knew that comfort or consolation wasn’t what Lejre wanted or needed.

  “How much longer…?” Lejre groaned into the bedsheets.

  It took Blót a moment to realize what was being asked. “If we continue without incident, six days is what I was told this morning. Then we’ll be off this ship for good.”

  Lejre grumbled before falling silent, clutching his stomach. Blót closed his eyes to try to get some rest. Maybe he’d be up for fun ways to pass the time with Enrica and the Seafarers tomorrow. They were at least good for that.

  “That boy…!” Lejre hissed through his teeth. “He had better be worth this struggle.”

  “Hm?” Blót turned his head. His brother hadn’t moved an inch. “He will. Even if the initial plan fell through, I’m sure things will start coming together again, once we meet him in Lemuria.”

  …Maybe he shouldn’t have brought up the first plan’s failure, even if it was neither of their faults. He went for a change in focus, instead. “I have to admit, I’m a bit curious about him. What is he like?”

  “Why would that matter?” Lejre said after a shuddering breath.

  “Should I get the healer–”

  “No.” Lejre wanted to shout, but couldn’t manage more than a whisper. “Answer me.”

  “I...” Blót thought his words out carefully. He refused to admit just how curious he was about someone who had captured his brother’s attention. Especially to the point where he mentioned this ‘boy’ offhandedly, even in scorn. He knew why, at the end of the day, but it was still too rare to not notice.

  “If I’m going to interact with him at any point, I’d rather have an idea of how I should act. Seeing as you’ve met him, well…”

  “I hardly know anything about him.” Lejre said. “Even to say I’ve met him is an exaggeration. However...”

  Blót heard a quiet, chilling chuckle from his brother. It was one he knew well enough, so he didn't react, but it usually boded well for Lejre’s mood. Blót wondered if his seasickness was subsiding.

  “As I see it, he is either woefully naïve or unreasonably confident. Both traits can be easily utilized to great effect.” Lejre said. “So, do what you will when interacting with him. I trust you’ll adapt to his behavior accordingly.”

  I trust.

  Trust…

  It was only a mild confirmation towards his ability, yet Blót felt his heart leap. This was nothing more than plain acknowledgement, yet his traitorous heart had to feel something from it.

  He attempted to calm himself before speaking up. “Yes, I–” 

  “He already seems to be doing his part. I felt something, a few hours ago. You won't need to goad him, at this rate. Just make sure he doesn't meet a pitiful end in some rancid beast’s maw. If that requires you to guard him, then do it.”

  “...Understood.”

  “And leave the princess be.” he said. “I’ll be the one to keep an eye on her.”

  With one more confirmation, Blót looked up to the ceiling. He found himself getting lost in different thoughts than the mission in particular. 

  The ‘boy’, or 'prince’. Lejre’s never directly interacted with him, yet he was able to pick out one of two personality traits from him. Naïve or confident. Maybe both.

  The first wasn’t a trait that Blót enjoyed seeing in others. Naïve people were too predictable. Sickeningly innocent. Childish and hopeful. Their kindness was genuine, but it was never something they decided on. They just didn’t know anything about the world to change their idealistic view.

  All of that on top of being a prince seemed like an awfully boring person to tolerate until the mission was over.

  A naïve prince who had survived an invasion, though? One that tore his cushy, ideal life apart in less than a day? A man who had to leave his people for dead, including his own father?

  Someone like that had to be interesting, or at least on the brink. How much did the poor little prince change after that? Was he jaded and alone? Did he gather a group of people to use for his own selfish goals? Or had he not reached that point yet? Was he still hanging on to some sort of hope, with just one more push to shatter it?

  He was getting ahead of himself, not even knowing what the man was like, but thinking about him was much less taxing than the mission itself. If Blót was being honest with himself, he couldn’t care less about the actual mission.

  To bring the world to a state of peace? If anyone else had said something like that, Blót would have laughed. But Lejre’s method…

Siegril could sense it. Similar to what he felt in the Primitive Jungle, a certain formation of Mana drew his attention. It could only belong to the kind that resided within recently-spilled blood. Still fresh and unaware that it was ‘free’ , so to speak, swimming idly within blood.

This time, he couldn't discern who or what it belonged to, which worried him. The duller presence felt similar to an Earthlain or Therian, but there was something else within it entirely. It was an unpleasant trace that nearly made Siegril stop in his tracks.

But he had to keep going. The second set of ruins were in this direction, and that was their last lead.

“Ugh… think that Boundin’ Beast lost interest in us by now?”

He looked back at Ylva, who was walking close behind. She held her spear with both hands, her eyes darting this way and that.

Though, from what he understood, she wasn’t able to see far ahead. Why was she wasting the energy and focus on looking around?

Nevermind. That wasn’t important right now.

“Maybe. I’m… starting to sense someone’s blood. …Someone’s Mana.” he corrected. “I don’t know whose it is.”

He hesitated, but there was no reason not to tell her. He didn’t like being so unsure in the matter of potential life or death, but that was what this entire night had been. One more uncertainty on the pile was hardly worth any secrecy.

“Huh… So that’s how ya do it? Scannin’ Mana, I mean. I thought Celestrians could just sense Mana by itself, but you… like ta sense it from blood?”

“I don't like it, it’s the only way I can.” Why was this the topic she had to settle on? “Unless it’s volatile enough inside the body. Or it’s just that strong. Then I can feel it.” 

“Oh. Gotcha. Uh, sorry if I hit a nerve.” she hesitantly replied. Wing inched closer to Siegril, taking care not to “lead the pack” like she usually would. Even she wasn’t able to see as far and vividly in the dark as Siegril.

Once they scaled a small hill, a welcome sight came into view. Dilapidated, gray pillars scattered along a path. Blue veins of energy ran through them, as well as the path of stone that snaked around a few trees. At the end of the path stood a similar building as the first island’s ruins. Parts of these ruins were also overtaken by vines, but it was comparatively more maintained.

“Lookit those lights…” Ylva said, placing her hand above her eyes. “I can finally see more than a foot ahead! ‘bout time!”

“Wait.” 

Siegril warily looked around before closing his eyes.

He could hear the faint sound of stone being struck by a dull object. Whatever it was, it wasn’t a blunt weapon like a hammer or mace. He didn’t hear the sound again before some wildlife flew out from the direction of the ruins. They were regular birds and owls, not monstrous ones. That was good, but…

“Something’s happening at the ruins.” he took out two knives. “Follow me. And be quiet.”

He could hear the dull pound against stone, again. The errant flow of Mana was getting more noticeable as they drew closer. They had to be connected. The noise turned into a crack against the stone. Siegril's ears twitched at the change, but he was otherwise undeterred.

Getting closer, he could make out a figure hunched towards the building. He stopped behind a pillar.

“What is it?” Ylva whispered.

“Hide.”

He could hear the two huddle up near them. He would have sighed and grumbled, in a less stressful situation. They were all crowded behind the same pillar, which was not at all what he meant, but that wasn’t important. The figure ahead was.

lt was unmistakably Zandiel.

“Whaddaya see?” Ylva murmured. Siegril held up a finger in response.

He saw Zandiel, and no other entity. The only thing to note was the disconcerting, bright red glow coming from the spot on the wall in front of Zandiel. He was staring at it.

Had he escaped his captor? Was someone hiding in the shadows? Or chasing after him? Was that someone inside the ruins?

“Ain.” he replied.

“What?!” Ylva shouted. Siegril covered her mouth without looking away. Zandiel either hadn’t heard, or was unaffected by, Ylva’s voice. He didn’t flinch.

“In front of the ruins.” he spoke quietly on instinct. If Zandiel didn’t respond to Ylva’s yelling, then there was no way he’d respond to him. “He’s…”

And then, Zandiel moved. He stepped back from the door as if he’d been pushed, nearly falling over.

He felt concern inching its way into his chest, but his instincts told him to keep his distance and watch.

“Don’t move yet.” He couldn’t tell if that was for Ylva, Wing, or himself.

What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he just calm down and focus?

“Yeah, yeah, is he okay?! ” she hissed.

“Let me focus.”

Zandiel struggled to raise his arm, slow and labored. A scarlet red liquid emerged from it and swirled around. Siegril looked on with a sense of foreboding. It wasn’t blood, but it was too evocative of it to not feel that way.

In the blink of an eye, Zandiel drove his imbued arm into the ruins. It slammed against the stone with a force beyond his capabilities. The red liquid sprayed out, as if the stone had burst open in a shower of blood.

The situation called for even more caution after that, yet Siegril was sprinting into the fray.

He stopped at the bottom stair to the entrance, catching his breath and calming his nerves as the dust settled. Ylva stopped next to him, but Wing ran until she was ahead of the two. She took one of the few steps up and let out muffled barks through the knife she’d placed in her mouth.

“Ain!” Ylva shouted. “What the hell happened?! You okay?!”

Bits of rubble and liquid dropped into the pile in front of Zandiel. The stone in front of him had been destroyed, leaving a gaping, unnatural entrance to the shrine. Siegril watched as bits of stone, engraved with carvings that glowed red, lost their luster and color entirely.

Zandiel’s arm fell slack. Then, he faced everyone. Siegril took a step back and raised his arms defensively.

“Ain?” Ylva asked again.

His visible eye lowered until it met Ylva’s.

“Ain…” Zandiel looked at his arm, attempting to raise it as it tremored. Despite the clear signs of pain, he was utterly expressionless. “ That is… the moniker of the vessel?”

The voice that came from Zandiel’s mouth spoke slowly. The voice was his at its core, but it was deeper, and came with a slight echo that Siegril could barely parse. It spoke slowly, each word holding equal intent.

Siegril glared at the arm that’d broken into the ruins. The scarlet red was gone, and all that remained was a blackish-red substance that came from his palm.

This was the source of Mana. This had to be connected to who–or what–had taken Zandiel. But what was it? A wraith? A person controlling his mind and body?

“What’re you talkin’ about?!” she demanded. She took a step forward after receiving no answer. “Hey!”

Zandiel snatched his arm into his clean hand, and took a deep breath.

“Ylva…” Zandiel said, causing her stance to falter. he looked down. “Wing.” then, he looked back up. “Siegril.” he concluded, taking a pause as he let his arm fall back down.

Slowly, the arm ceased its writhing.

“This vessel… cries for these three. Who are you, to be so important?” his body did nothing to convey his curiosity. His expression lacked emotion, and his body was still.

“Ain’t no way yer askin’ who WE are!” Ylva shouted, pointing her spear forward. “Yer the one draggin’ Ain around, ain’t ya?! So who or what the hell are YOU?! Start answerin’!”

Siegril remained in his stance. As challenging as staying focused was, he kept his eyes on his potential target. If this was going to lead to a fight, he had to be ready to subdue… whoever this was.

“Heed me.” his voice had become louder, more commanding. “I shall bring about prosperity to the suffering, war-torn land of Lemuria.”

“Wha…?” Ylva’s voice and confidence had fizzled out.

Zandiel closed his eyes and took a single step forward, not leaving the platform he stood on. “The Seals placed upon Lemuria’s shrines. Assist this vessel in his task. He must deactivate them. Break them.”

He turned away, and Siegril followed his motion. They landed on the foggy expanse, engulfing the sea that surrounded the island.

“Two have been broken. Two remain. To bring about prosperity, break the Seals, and slay their Guardians. There is… no other choice, should you wish to venture beyond the mist.”

“So that’s how you get rid of the mist.” Siegril noted.

Zandiel nodded, not bothering to look back.

This entity was amiable enough to answer questions. That meant that this was the best time to gather information. Siegril told himself as much, stomping down his personal feelings in the process.

“The entrance to this shrine was a seal.”

“Correct.”

Then that meant… “That hand in the first set of ruins was a seal, too.”

“Hm. Weathered as it was.”

So the first seal was a weak one. Maybe that explained why there was no mist barring the path between the first island and the second one.

“Hold on, what hand are y’all talkin’ about?” Ylva asked.

“The room in the first ruins that we saw,” he replied. “There was a hand carved into that wall, but…”

He narrowed his eyes on Zandiel, who faced him at last. Siegril’s blood chilled at the sight.

The pitch-black sclera and piercing red eyes were still new to him, but that didn’t explain why Zandiel’s eyes looked so devoid . Was he even looking at him? Aware of him? Was anyone truly in that mind, right now?

“Something… happened to Ain and the symbol after he put his hand on it.” Siegril kept his voice as even as he could while pointing a knife and a venomous glare at him. “What was it? What did you do? Explain, or I’ll…”

Kill you.

Kill. You.

That was all he needed to say. A simple threat to get things going. It was one he used all the time, to the point where threatening lives had no meaning.

…So why couldn’t he say it? That lifeless look in the eye that bore a hole into him. That echoing voice. This wasn't Zandiel he was speaking to. And yet…

“Wait, so you…” Ylva turned back to Zandiel. “YOU hurt Alverion?!”

Zandiel turned his gaze to Ylva, and Siegril felt a crushing weight lift from his body.

“This vessel was accosted by one who wished to disrupt us. A vile act, of which the cost was death.” He paused, though nothing changed in his stance or demeanor to suggest he was thinking of anything. “However, this vessel… reminded me of our priority.”

Ylva took a breath, one that was shaky and uncertain as she held a tighter grip on her spear. “You… you tried ta kill Alverion, ‘n you expect us ta help you?”

He narrowed his eye and let a visible frown grace his features. “I allow you this chance. Should you prove ill-suited, I will assume control of this vessel once more.”

Ylva grit her teeth.

“My time grows short.” he exhaled. “ The task of guiding this vessel to the remaining Shrines falls to you. Do not let “Ain” come to harm. “Ain” must not perish.”

He paused again before continuing. This time, he placed a hand under his chin and let his brow furrow, seeming to give his next words genuine thought.

“The day of the Summoner. If you do not complete this goal by the day of the Summoner…”

His eyes snapped open.

“ I will. ”

He opened his mouth after a pause, holding the daunting look he’d given, but nothing came out. Instead, his body swayed to the side. Ylva reached out, but flinched back when “Zandiel” practically snarled at her. He caught himself, looking down at her with an unreadable look.

“What’s your goal? What’s your name?” Siegril quickly asked. They needed answers, now. If it was telling the truth in not coming back, then this could be the only time…

Zandiel’s face contorted in pain as he gripped his right arm. “I sh-shall… bring about Prosperity to Lemuria! I am…!”

With a heavy gasp, he fell forward. Ylva dropped her spear to catch him from below. “Ain?!”

“Y-Your…” The echo in Zandiel’s voice had nearly dissipated.

“Mn…” he grumbled something else out, but no one could catch it before he fell silent.

The abnormal Mana had dissipated in an instant. The change was so quick that Siegril’s body shuddered as it adjusted. It felt wrong to have detected it in the first place, somehow.

With a breath and a shake of his head, he tried to clear his mind. Wing ran up to Ylva, whining and pawing at her leg.

“Your…” Ylva repeated in a whisper. She crouched down to hook an arm behind Zandiel’s knees. Wing took the opportunity to get up on her hind legs and shove her snout in Zandiel’s face.

“That's enough, Wing. He’s… fine, I think. I hope.”

She stood back up, with her other arm supporting Zandiel's back. She looked at Siegril. The two shared a moment in bewildered silence before Ylva’s brow furrowed.

“A-Alright, enough standin’ around. Let’s get back ta… base camp. Yeah! I’unno what we’re gonna do once we’re there, but, uh, let’s start there!”

Being brought out of his own addled state, Siegril looked down at Zandiel. He didn’t seem to be in any pain, but he also looked as if he had no life in his body.

He nodded before leading the way back, moving with much greater stealth and alertness than before. They had to avoid attracting any enemy’s attention, now. They wouldn’t survive much in this state.

Siegril’s mind reeled over the conversation as they walked. That entity who spoke through Zandiel, the “Bringer” , as he’s decided to call it… Did they really have to follow that thing’s orders?

“The day of the Summoner…” he murmured, quiet enough that Ylva couldn’t hear. Wing still managed to whine in response, though. Siegril sighed.

Last he’d checked, the month of the Stallion was nearly over. That left them with around five months to complete the Bringer’s task.

“Stay with Ain at base camp. I’m gonna see if Oz is still in the ruins.”

“Shoot! Oz ’n Alv! They’d better be okay!”

“Oz is good at what they do. We don't need to worry about Alverion.”

Ylva was silent for a moment. Siegril listened to the owls and the breeze of wind that passed by. It actually was a nice early morning…

“Look, before I say what I wanna say next, are ya sure yer gonna be good walkin’ back ta the shrine by yerself?”

He nodded. “It’s easier to stay hidden when I’m not moving in a group.”

“Can't argue with that.” she said. “Yer a real stealthy type, ‘n all. Now, next thing I was gonna say. You… you really don't like Alv fer some reason, don't ya?”

Siegril crossed his arms. “I wouldn’t care if he didn’t always act so elusive.”

“Hm… Alright, he ain’t the most reliable– he just comes ‘n goes whenever he feels like it– but I don't think that’s enough ta just… act how you do about ‘im. He’s a guildmate at the end ‘a the day.”

“I’m not gonna do anything stupid just ‘cause I don’t trust him, if that’s what you’re thinking.” She was right, after all. Alverion had proven himself to be a powerful guildmate. He’d keep an eye on him, but he’d be stupid to deny the help he’d given during battles.

Ylva hummed. “I feel like you ain't ever tried ta talk to him ‘bout this.”

Siegril didn't react. If he said or did something, then this pointless conversation was just gonna continue. It wasn’t like it mattered right now, anyway. Alverion was probably still unconscious, to start.

“Maybe he’ll seem less dodgy if we ask ‘im what he’s always up to by himself, once he’s better. Especially after what just happened.” Her voice had become quiet as she continued. “If Ain wasn’t able ta stop that, uh, Prosperity-whatever, Alv… probably would’a died. And none’a us would’a known ‘til we went in those ruins on our way ta the second island, at the earliest.”

“...Yeah.” It was a worrisome, yet possible reality when he thought it over. If Zandiel wasn’t strong enough to resist, what else could have happened? The Bringer relinquished control either because it was weak enough, or because Zandiel was strong enough. If neither were the case, and it was still in control, then…

Siegril shook his head. He was thinking too far into a reality that didn’t happen. Still, he worried for what would happen once Zandiel woke up. How much would he remember? Would they have to explain what they knew to him?

Was the Bringer truly gone from him?

He looked back at the limp body in Ylva’s arms, then walked with just a bit more urgency.

The rest of their trek to base camp was done in silence. Once they arrived, they found an empty tent and placed Zandiel inside. With a small box of medical equipment already in it, Ylva got to work. Siegril only offered a quick ‘bye’ before leaving, and Wing chose to stand guard outside.

With a sigh, Ylva looked around. There wasn’t much to see in the tent, but at least she could see. There was a paper lantern hanging in the middle of the tent, with a low light emanating from it.

Looking down at her patient, she found a black-red substance dried up on his hand, hiding a cut underneath. She cleaned there, first.

“You holdin’ up, Wing?”

A quiet whine made her sigh. Even from here, she knew that Wing was lying down right outside the tent, dejected. “He’ll be fine, Wing. Well, both of ‘em. Ain ‘n Alverion. Sieg trusts that doc ta heal Alv, so I’ll trust ‘em, too.”

Wing whined again, turning her head.

“And Ain… We just gotta trust he’ll be fine!” she noted with a grin. She held it for a moment before dropping it and getting back to work with a forced chuckle.

…A bringer of prosperity. That’s what they called themself. Some sort of person or entity with the power of mind control or possession.

They said they wouldn’t take control of Ain as long as they helped him break these seals in time, and that did nothing but infuriate Ylva. Who were they to boss them all around like that? Especially in the case of Ain’s entire body!

But if they didn’t listen, then… she wondered what would happen. It took over Ain’s body and ran off with him like it was nothing. They couldn’t just be all talk.

Placing the cloth down, she took out the bandage from the kit. Zandiel didn’t stir as she applied it, making her wonder if he was too exhausted to even feel pain.

“Can’t believe this…” she murmured. What was the guild even supposed to do from here? Everyone needed to know, right? But then, where would the guild go from there?

Ylva’s throat felt dry.

The Empyrean Guild. What exactly tied them together? Nothing, right? They didn’t have a unified goal.

What would it take to make them break? This guild was friendly, but not the most coordinated or tight-knit. It was difficult to even get everyone in one room.

And with the mission Ain had been given, not just any guild member would stick around for that, right? The point of a guild wasn’t to run around and perform tasks for some… bringer of bullshit.

Ylva nodded at the title, letting herself feel more assured for a moment, even if it was over something so ridiculous.

A groan from below roused her from her thoughts. She felt a pit grow in her stomach as she held her guild leader’s half-bandaged hand. His eyes were still closed as he turned his head and moved the arm in Ylva’s grasp.

To her surprise, he moved it pretty effortlessly. He mumbled a few incoherencies before she could understand.

“...eri… on…”

She paused, then reached over to squeeze his left arm slightly.

“Alverion’s alright.” she spoke clearly. “He ain’t dead or anything.”

He groaned, and his right hand started to clench and unclench. Before Ylva could speak again, Wing pawed at the entrance.

“He’s sleep-talkin’, Wing.”

With a snort, she turned away.

“Maybe you needa get some sleep yerself, huh?”

Wing didn’t respond, leaving Ylva to address Ain again.

“Alverion’s alright, Ain. You ain’t gotta worry.” she decided to speak as though she were having a regular conversation. Maybe that would help her settle her thoughts. “There’s, uh, this doc that Sieg knows who’s helpin’ ‘im. He’ll be fine. I dunno much about the doc, but if Sieg trusts ‘em ta do their thing, then who’m I ta not trust ‘em, right?”

She was starting to ramble, she knew, and let out an embarrassed cough when she was done. “...Yep.”

Ain’s hand relaxed, and his breathing was more even. He didn’t say anything, and didn't move much more than that.

…Alverion, huh?

Would he resent Ain? Did he know whether he was in control or not? Did that even matter to him? She wouldn’t be surprised if he left the guild after this. Being attacked by your leader and left in a puddle of blood wasn’t something to easily get over. Did he even have the chance to ask questions or fight back?

Ylva gave Ain’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“It’ll… It’ll work out, boss.”

Alverion, Ain himself, this whole mission they were given, the guild, it all had to work out, right?

She closed her eyes.

“Sieg!” He could hear Ylva shout behind him, but paid her little mind.

  What did Folze mean, Zandiel’s “presence” was missing? And some other, powerful presence was there? Someone had just waltzed into their room and kidnapped him, then? And no one stopped them?

  But the use of the term “presence” made Siegril suspicious. Whatever was happening wasn’t normal, was it?

  Siegril flung the door to their room, knife in hand. Inside, it was empty as expected. With a huff, he took a cursory glance. Nothing suspicious was on the floor, nor the beds or drawers…

  The window was wide open, but that made sense. No one would kidnap someone through the front door. All this told him was that the kidnapper was either a klutz, in a rush, or purposefully left the window open for some reason. Possibly as a taunt.

  Siegril grit his teeth, stomping up to the windowsill. Nothing was there. No snagged piece of clothing, no blood, no visible fingerprints, and nothing like a calling card.

  “Ugh, ‘course they left through the window!”

  Ylva was at the door, holding her spear in one hand. Wing skittered into the room with her nose to the ground, sniffing around.

  “How long’s he been gone?” Siegril asked.

  “I’unno. Folze was just tellin’ me when ya walked in. And he prob’ly told Lee before me.”

  “Then…” Siegril stepped away from the window, taking another quick look around. “Ugh…!”

  “A-Alright, Sieg! Calm down!” Ylva smiled, but spoke with a bit of panic in her tone. “Ya know any clothes Ain’s worn a lot? I can get Wing ta try ‘n track ‘im down.”

  “Get whatever you want from his closet. Hurry.”

  “C’mere, Wing!”

  As he heard the two shuffle around, he began to tap his foot. Thinking anymore wasn’t going to solve anything. Who kidnapped Zandiel and why didn’t matter, they just needed Wing to pick up his scent. If this unknown presence entered and exited as quickly as Folze made it sound, then they could be anywhere on the ship by now, possibly even outside it.

  “Siege…!”

  “What?” he looked up to the door with a glare.

  “What?” Oz repeated as if it were a ridiculous statement. “What the hell’s going on here? You live in a place where people just get kidnapped like it’s nothing?”

  “This is the first time this’s happened.” he noted, looking down. He didn’t need this. None of this from Oz, and none of what was happening right now.

  Why was this happening right now? Why did this past week feel like such a whirlwind?

  “Dammit, Ain…!”

  A blueish blur went past Siegril. Wing was at the window, scrambling up the windowsill and into the outdoors. Once she landed, she turned back and barked.

  “Alright, she’s got somethin’!” Ylva shouted, holding onto Zandiel’s bright red cape as she leapt out the window. Landing on the ground, she turned around and jabbed her thumb towards the outside. “C’mon!”

  Siegril nodded, hopping out the window. He could hear Oz grumble as they also climbed out. He was silently thankful as everyone followed after Wing. Whatever was going on, it likely wasn't going to end peacefully. He’d rather go alone in that case, but Wing absolutely had to lead the charge. Stealth wasn’t an option with Ylva or Oz either. Strength in numbers was the next best.

  As the group followed Wing, it became more clear that they were heading towards one of the ship’s exits.

  “Hell…!” Oz wheezed as they ran. “You said it’d only been a few minutes right…?! How fast… is this person…?!”

  “Dunno.”

  Whoever they were dealing with was either highly efficient, working with others, or simply had some noteworthy speed. With that in mind, it was possible they were chasing down an Yggdroid. They generally fit the criterias of efficiency and speed, plus the fact that Folze seemed to have issues understanding their presence.

  An Yggdroid wasn't going to be an easy target. Knives wouldn’t work well against them, and Yggdroids had an innate resistance to bodily effects such as paralysis. Shaking his head, Siegril focused on following Wing off the ship with the others. This wasn’t the time to think so far ahead. They just needed to find Zandiel, first.

  Wing slowed to a halt as everyone stepped onto the grassy fields of the first island. Even though she was tired, she immediately got to work trying to track his scent.

  “Damn, it’s dark out here…” Ylva noted, looking up and holding her hand above her eyes. “The moon’s pretty bright, though. Think that means somethin’?”

  “No.” Siegril quickly responded, looking up as well. It was notably bright. “Maybe. I dunno.”

  “Eh, I was just kiddin…” she sighed, waving Zandiel’s cape around. “Hey, Wing. Come ‘n smell this again. I’m thinkin’ yer losin’ track ‘a him by now. ‘specially with stuff like animals ‘n monsters roamin’ around.”

  “While we’re taking a break…” Oz began, going so far as to lay down on the grass, “Anyone wanna tell me ‘bout this Ain guy?”

  “This isn’t a break. And he’s our leader. Guild leader.” Siegril answered, narrowing his eyes at Oz. A break was too lenient. They were just recuperating while Wing narrowed down his location.

  He looked away. “And he’s… one of my friends.”

  “That explains it. I was trying to remember if you ever acted so energetic.” they said.

  “I’m not being energetic.”

  “Well, guess I’m motivated again. Can't leave your new friend out to dry.”

  “Yeah…” Ylva chimed in. She was crouched down, holding out Zandiel’s cape, and her spear was on the ground. “And uh, now that yer all caught up on Ain, can ya tell me who you are?”

  “Oz.” they replied. “I’m a doctor, an’ I’ve known Siegril for some years. That’s…” they scratched their chin. “‘bout enough, right?”

  “Fer now, sure!” she replied with a nod. “Nice ta meet ya, Oz. Thanks fer helpin’ us!”

  “Yup.”

  In the meantime, Siegril watched Wing. She had left Ylva’s side, and kept her nose on the ground as she wandered nearby. Eventually, she raised her head, her tail wagging as she let out a bark.

  Ylva stood up. “Alright, enough layin’ around!”

  The direction Wing was facing…

  Of course it was towards the ruins. Siegril scoffed. That felt so obvious, yet here they were, wasting time. Whoever kidnapped Zandiel already went far enough to leave the ship. They weren’t going to stay on this little island. By now, they could have already taken the pole to the second island.

  To make up for it, Siegril began to sprint north.

  “Hey, wait up!” Ylva called. “Careful!”

  “I’ll be fine! I can see just fine.”

  “That ain’t what I mean!”

  Though he had to admit, he wasn't used to this much activity, or this many obstacles. When he had to run like this in the dark, it was usually to pursue or track someone in town. Relatively empty streets, straight roads or even rooftops…

  But as he nearly tripped over a tree root, he had to ingrain it in his mind again that this wasn’t the same. None of this was. He was exerting himself to rescue someone, not hunting down someone for money. Though, as he began to frame the situation as hunting down a kidnapper, he began to feel more in his element.

  …Was that right, though? To discard the thought of helping a friend for the thought of killing someone?

  Was that okay?

  He was nearing the bushes that led to the clearing they saw the first time they found the ruins.

  Don’t get hurt. Don’t die. Don’t–

  Siegril felt his foot snag onto something, and it was already too late to react. He fell down, face first, and began to tumble downhill.

  “Sieg!”

  Laying down in place, Siegril grumbled before trying to stand back up. He wobbled and nearly fell again, but managed to get back on his feet with a heavy breath.

  Looking up, he found that he’d nearly reached the bottom of the hill. From here, the ruins were already in sight.

  “I told ya to be careful!” Ylva stumbled down the hill with Wing, who galloped down only a bit more gracefully. “Just hang on fer just a second!” she requested, using her spear to keep herself standing. “What's gonna happen if ya get caught off guard like that when there’s monsters around?!”

  Siegril looked away, breathing louder than he was used to. She was right, he knew she was, but…

  “I just…”

  “Ain’s gonna be fine, alright?! We just–”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “Well Ain ain’t some defenseless piece ‘a paper, is he?!” she yelled, causing Siegril to simply blink in confusion.

  “Don’t gimme that look! Listen, we just gotta trust he’s handlin’ himself! ‘n it’s like I said; how’s it gonna look if we’re runnin’ ‘round outta breath ‘n get caught off guard by some monster ‘er tree root?!”

  Siegril could hear labored gasps and footsteps that nearly slid down the hill.

  “Uuuugh…!” Oz groaned. “Muh– Motherfucker…!”

  Wing whined, running up to them.

  “That’s…! The place, right?!” they asked, shakily pointing to the distant ruins.

  “...Yeah. Gotta be where he is. This’s the only place this way.” Turning around, Ylva raised her hand towards Oz. “You, uh… You needa break?”

  In response, Oz fell to their knees, leaning their head down in exhaustion. “Yeah, I’ll… catch up.” they said before pulling out a small green orb from their bag. An unrecognizable symbol was etched onto it.

  “Just… here.”

  Ylva leaned forward, narrowing an eye at the object.

  “Stun Sigil...” Oz said. “Ya throw it… an’ it stops whatever it hits from movin’ for a while.”

  “Gotcha! Thanks!” Ylva eagerly took the sigil off their hands. “Wing, stay with Oz til they’re ready ta go. Sieg? Let’s check the ruins!”

  Siegril nodded. “Thanks, Oz. Sorry.”

  They shooed the two away while petting Wing with their other hand. “Jus’ hurry it up.”

  With another nod, Siegril ran down the hill with Ylva. As the crunch of grass slowly merged into the clacking of sparse stone tiles, Siegril could feel something strange. His body was detecting a trace amount of flowing Mana up ahead, emerging from spilled blood. It was faint, meaning it belonged to an Earthlain or Therian. There was an unfamiliar, odd flow to it.

  It could be Zandiel’s. Unless he had injured whoever held him captive, or someone else was involved. Or it belonged to a simple adventurer who had nothing to do with this. Siegril cursed his inability to detect more precisely.

  Reaching the entrance, he hesitated, then stopped entirely. Up ahead, there was a heap of a person on the ground inside, wearing nothing but shades of dark brown. Their back was turned towards them. Taking out a knife, Siegril turned around and held a hand up towards Ylva. She stopped in her tracks, eyebrow raised, before quietly stepping up to the entrance.

  “What the…?” she whispered, peering over Siegril.

  “It's a person.” the same person this flow of Mana was coming from. If this was Zandiel’s captor, then he truly had handled the situation on his own. Still, who could this be? Narrowing his eyes, he found that this person also had long brown hair that blended with their outfit.

  Walking into the ruins, the figure became clearer, and so did their dark brown hat that matched with the rest of their outfit. Siegril could only grit his teeth in realization.

  “Alverion?!” Ylva gasped.

  “Wait.” Siegril reached a hand out, but she’d already pushed past him and was running up to the Zodiac.

  This wasn’t right. As suspicious as he was of Alverion, him being Zandiel’s captor didn’t make sense. But what was he doing here?

  “Alverion?! Hey!” Ylva was sitting in front of him, having tossed Zandiel’s cape over her shoulder. She hovered her hands above him with uncertainty.

  “He’s alive.” Siegril said as he approached. That much was certain, but how much longer he’d be if left alone wasn’t.

  His eyes widened once he saw the front of Alverion. There was a large diagonal cut through his jacket, revealing the skin underneath. The jacket had seeped in most of the blood flowing from the cut, but a very small pool had formed on the ground.

  “W-Whadda we do?! Dammit, I didn’t pack anything ta heal with!”

  “Oz’ll be here soon.” Siegril stated, taking a closer look at Alverion. His brows were furrowed in pain, even in a state of unconsciousness.

  The speed and efficiency that Alverion conjured his barriers in battle was admirable. For him to be caught off guard this badly meant that there was something– or someone– truly dangerous around.

  He looked at the small trace of blood on the ground, and found that a few drops had fallen north of him. That meant three things. One, Alverion had been pushed or stumbled back before falling. Two, he likely hadn't fallen unconscious instantly. And three, whatever attacked had hit from the north. But there wasn’t much room up north. The only thing ahead was…

  Narrowing his eyes, Siegril marched to the northmost door. He pried his knife into the middle gap, and flung it open.

  Siegril staggered back with a quiet gasp.

  “What?!” Ylva said. “What’s– whoa!”

  The section that once had the hand-like shape etched into it had seemingly been blown apart. In its stead was a small, open hole that revealed the other side of the wall. Leading up to it was a light trail of blackish red blood.

  Siegril sprinted over without a word. Fitting his head through the hole, he found the debris of the hand-like carving scattered around the hallway. The pieces weren't glowing red, and they weren’t blue like Zandiel said the carving initially was. The color had been completely drained, and looked like any regular carving. The only color on them was the blood that’d dripped onto a few pieces.

  Siegril looked down both sides of the hallway, but nothing stood out. The clearest thing was that the residual Mana in this blackish blood didn't match the usual Earthlain’s. Not entirely, at least. Truthfully, Siegril had no idea what kind of blood he was registering. Was this Zandiel’s? His captor’s? Whoever attacked Alverion, if that was a different person entirely?

  Zandiel had to be involved, given his odd connection with the carving. But…

  “The hell happened here…?!” his thoughts were interrupted by Oz. Wing was also whining. Siegril gave the room one last look over before leaving with a huff.

  “This Ain?” Oz asked.

  “No, he’s another guild member! You can help ‘im, right?!”

  Oz nodded, cracking their knuckles before a pale blue glow started to emit from their hands. “Well, thanks for not moving him. Gonna guess you didn’t… Outta the way, you two.”

  Ylva and Wing did as instructed. Oz sat down next to Alverion. With a low whistle, they hovered their hands over his chest.

  “Dunno how long he’s been out here, but...” they murmured, trailing off.

  “What’s goin’ on here?” Ylva muttered, crossing her arms. “Ain, Alverion, ‘n that blood in that room! Is the same person doin’ all this?”

  “Alverion being here’s weird.” Siegril noted. “Did Folze say anything about him going missing, too?”

  Ylva shook her head. “I’m guessin’ Alverion’s been gone, but you know how he is. Leavin’ ‘n comin’ back whenever.”

  That didn’t explain why he was here of all places.

  “Let’s keep looking for Ain.” Siegril decided.

  “But… I-I mean, yer right, but…”

  “I’ll take care of him.” Oz noted. “You three, get to searching. If someone tries to drop in an’ slash me, I’ve got a few tools, so don't worry ‘bout that.”

  “If… yer sure.” Ylva murmured.

  “Oz’ll be fine. Let’s go.”

  The three decided to group together, in case the attacker was still in the ruins. They began by checking the path that looped in on itself. That led them to the other side of the wall, where they could investigate the rubble more closely. To their dismay, it didn’t lead to any discoveries, not even when Wing checked around the blood.

  From there, they took one of the shortcuts to search the rest of the ruins. After the three dispatched a few monsters, Ylva opened a door, only to be greeted by a severed half of a purple wolf. The other half was only a few paces ahead.

  “What the hell?!”

  Siegril narrowed his eyes at the cleanly-cut beast, only for his features to smooth out in realization.

  “Ain…”

  Ylva gave him an incredulous look. “Huh?!”

  “We found monsters cut up like this in the Misty Ravine. The one who cut them was Ain, I think. Or one of his blood things.”

  “Wait, so– No, that don’t make sense!”

  “What doesn’t?” he asked, stepping over the monster.

  “I was boutta say, uh, what if he… hurt Alverion?” she trailed off before raising her voice again. “But there’s no way he would! No reason he would, at least!”

  “But if he summoned his blood, it could’ve attacked someone without him telling it to. …Maybe.” he lowered his voice, not wanting to believe he’d already bring it out again if it hurt him. But if he was taken away, unarmed, then he couldn’t entirely blame him. The only issue was that, if he did, then he was going to be unconscious somewhere.

  “Let’s keep looking.” he said.

  “Gotcha.”

  They were unable to find a trace of him in the ruins, and Wing’s trail seemed to end once they actually entered the place. The only conclusion was that he’d been taken through the pole. Ylva planned to let Oz know they were leaving, but Siegril stopped her. Oz wouldn't want them wasting time running back to them. Plus, they were treating Alverion. No reason to make them lose their focus.

  The three entered the pole, and were sent to the Isle of Solitude. With a deep breath, Ylva took a look around. She had Zandiel’s cape slung around her shoulder, and removed it in order to present it to Wing. Taking another sniff at the cape and the ground around them yielded no results. Wing could only whine as she raised her head.

  “Aww, ‘s alright, Wing.” she said, crouching down and scratching behind her ear. “Ain’t much else ta pick up on if he’s gotten this far.”

  “There’s ruins somewhere here, too. Maybe he’s in there.” Clearly the ruins had some importance to the situation, given what happened to that room.

  “Oh yeah, wasn't Luxes talkin’ about one on here one time?” she asked. “Didn’t say where it was, but someone at base camp’ll prob’ly know.”

  With a nod, Siegril ran ahead. The three made their way down the hill and through the lightly-paved road. 

  Reaching the camp, they could only see one campfire lit. Three people were sitting around it, clearly having been on their own excursion, and one of them seemed to be asleep. Ylva provided a quick greeting to the guild before asking about the ruins. One member, a Therian with long white hair, dressed similarly to the dancers of Tharsis, was the first to respond.

  “Ohhh, like the ruins on the first island? Yeah, we’ve heard! But last we checked, no one could find a way to open it.”

  “That’s fine! We just wanna see it!”

  “Huh. Well, it’s…” they turned to face the purple-haired Earthlain next to them, who had a scythe propped up to lean forward on. “Northwest, right?”

  “Hm? Ah… yes?” he answered, looking down at Wing, who’d approached him. “I’m not sure either, but northwest sounds right.”

  “Alright, thanks! That helps a lot!” Ylva said. “And, uh… Y’all got any supplies ya wouldn’t mind partin’ with? Like just a medica ‘er somethin’? We had ta rush out here without anything.”

  The Earthlain nodded. “We’ve got some extras, actually! You’re kind of in luck.” He took out three medicas from his bag and handed them to Ylva. “These were gonna end up sitting in our storage room like the others if we kept them.”

  “Uuugh, why’s Shara such a hoarder?” the Therian quietly lamented.

  “Well, thanks! Seriously, this’ll help!” Ylva stuffed one in her pocket before handing the other two to Siegril.

  “Sorry we’re in such a rush! Hope ta see y’all again!” she said as she started to jog towards the exit, with Siegril and Wing following behind.

  “N-No problem! Good luck getting it to open!” the Earthlain said.

  “See ya~!” the Therian called out, waving to the three in an exaggerated manner. “Oh! Wait! You know monsters start appearing on the west side, right? Careful!”

  “Gotcha! Thanks!”

  Once the three left the outskirts, Ylva spoke up. “Glad they were willin’ ta help! They were nice.”

  “Guess so. But the monsters…” Siegril murmured. “I didn’t think we’d have to run this far. Didn’t think we’d even leave Maginia.”

  “Yeah, I know…! I was hopin’ they could tell us more about the ruins, but at least we know about the area, now.”

  “We should slow down.” Siegril said. “I don’t wanna get caught off guard.”

  Ylva did so, and began to look around. “C’n only see a few feet in front ‘a me…”

  They were in a rather open part of the fields, leaving them vulnerable from all sides, while allowing Siegril to see far ahead. It was a double-edged sword that they could do little to weigh in their favor.

  “Thinkin’ about it, I ain’t ever seen any monsters ‘round the field. Wonder what they’re like.” Ylva clumsily tightened the hold on her spear, still holding Zandiel’s cape in one hand.

  “Here.” Siegril reached out and took the cape. He put it on himself, and gave it a quick flourish. It’s already served its purpose to find a trace of Zandiel, so wearing it or getting it dirty didn’t mean much in that regard.

  “Huh.” he murmured, lightly tugging on the collar. The thing was built like a neck warmer with a cape attached. It wasn't what he expected at all, but it made sense why it never seemed to fly off Zandiel’s body.

  “Heh, lookin’ good.” Ylva commented with a thumbs up.

  “...Not important.” he mumbled, bringing the collar closer to his face. “We don’t know exactly where the ruins are, so running anymore’s just gonna waste energy. Let’s walk.”

  His legs had been burning in exhaustion for some time, but pushing through something like that was normal. Now that he’d slowed down, it was catching up. Even Wing had plopped down into the grassy dirt.

  Ylva sighed in relief. “Yeah. Plus it’s too dark for me ta just run around like you ‘n Wing.”

  “Hm…” Siegril narrowed his eyes at her. Was there some way to help with that? He looked away, placing a hand on his chin.

  “You good?” Ylva asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Uh… Ya thinkin’ about somethin’?”

  “Yeah.” he repeated. It took him a moment to realize what was happening; she wanted him to continue the conversation. He didn’t see much reason why, since he didn’t have a solution, but relented with a sigh.

  “I tried to think of some spell to help your sight. I don’t know any, though.”

  “Really? Aw, that’s sweet!” she laughed. “Yanno, I noticed you been usin’ yer magic more often!”

  “...A little more, I guess.” he crossed his arms and tilted his head up. There were a lot of stars out tonight, though they barely helped light the way. And if he was reading the moon’s location right, it was past one in the morning…

  “Damn! ‘s like, two in the mornin’, ‘er somethin!” Ylva said, surprising Siegril. She was looking up at the sky, too. “You said you can read this stuff too, right?”

  He nodded. “You’re good. At reading the sky.”

  Ylva scratched the back of her head. “Yeah, well…! I ain’t done it as much ever since I started joinin’ guilds instead ‘a runnin’ around forests all day, but–”

  She was interrupted by Wing’s low, deep growl.

  She faced the southwest. Her ears were raised, and her teeth bared. In that direction, a lone, black and white monster stood. It was clearly looking in their direction, and must have been aware of them before Wing made any noise.

  “‘s there somethin’ out there?!”

  “Yeah. It sees us.” Siegril whispered, taking out two knives. “Some black and white…”

  Narrowing his eyes, he realized that it wasn’t just one beast, but two. There was a smaller, similar-looking one inside the large monster’s front pouch.

  “...Monsters. With big fists.” he said. “There’s two, but one’s small.”

  “Wait, that kinda sounds like…”

  Wing snarled at the monster, who raised its oddly large arms and seemed to duck and dodge at nothing in particular. Was it charging up for something? Was it taunting Wing?

  Then, it slammed its fist into the ground.

  “Whoa!” Ylva shouted, holding her spear more defensively.

  Wing’s hackles were fully raised as she barked at the monster, who’d just leapt forward.

  Crashing down, the monster kicked up dirt and dust. It was still far enough away to plan something, but that one leap closer made its appearance clearer. It was a giant, kangaroo-like beast.

  Siegril squatted down, nearly casting a paralyzing effect onto one of the knives before stopping. He threw a hand to the side instead. “Gimme Oz’s sigil!”

  “Right!” she took it out of her pocket and handed it over.

  Siegril ran past Wing and prepared to throw, keeping his eyes locked on the beast. He had no idea how this sigil worked, but he knew it’d be better to wait until it was closer. He was confident in his aim, but not in what the monster could do in retaliation.

  It was approaching, but still too far to be sure…

  Thud.

  One leap closer, and Siegril could make out its beady red eyes and snarl.

  Thud.

  Another leap, and Wing’s growling had quieted down. She was still in a defensive stance, but it had lost some of its vigor. Siegril could understand why, and tried to not let it phase him. The size of these monsters had become incredibly clear, now. The child itself was taller than Siegril or Ylva, to say nothing of the parent.

  Thud.

  Only a few feet distanced the two. Now was the time. He had to treat this with the same confidence of throwing a knife to debilitate a human. Siegril reared his arm back, and with a grunt, threw the orb forward with as much force as he could. The orb soared straight ahead, as if it had honed in on the monsters.

  Making contact, a small burst of energy came from it. A second later, the monster let out a cry. Its body seized and struggled as sparks of light bounced off and around its body.

  “It worked, right?!” Ylva shouted. “C’mon, let’s get outta here!”

  Before Siegril could even stand up straight, a spark of light appeared in front of him. The orb had returned to him, though the yellow sigil etched onto it had faded out completely.

Emotions. Desires. Feelings…

Why did they have to feel like this?

They were distracting. They muddled his head, made him feel sick to his stomach. The feelings he experienced in the past. All the tears shed, the worry, the fear. All the weaknesses, plain to see. He wasn’t supposed to let himself feel this way. Nothing was supposed to phase him after Adhara took him in. That was what he’d decided.

But now they were trying to spill out.

Siegril reared his head back and smacked it into his knees.

His head was ringing, and the sounds around him didn’t make it any better. Even though he’d found a secluded alleyway, Maginia was never quiet enough. All sorts of noise from the main streets were able to drown him out, but now his mind was filled with white noise.

He needed any thoughts and memories of his parents and brother out of his head. All the unnecessary feelings he’d picked up in his time in Maginia. He couldn't stand feeling so…

Vulnerable.

Siegril raised his head, holding his legs tighter together. He couldn’t allow these feelings to keep affecting them like this. He couldn’t. He couldn’t.

He stood up, wiping his face off with his sleeve. He just needed to focus on something else. That was it.

The expedition itself. That was worth focusing on. He still felt too incompetent in battle. Training could be a good way to regain focus. Money wasn’t as much of an issue now, thanks to…

…Right, Luxes. He was supposed to be supplying him with Amritas, taking one of the biggest weights off his shoulders. It still seemed too good to be true, even with the caveat of having to help him in his research whenever he wanted.

Siegril quietly stepped out of the alleyway and blended into the crowd, deciding to set his sights on the hospital. Go there, then train. That worked.

Luxes seemed to spend a lot of time at Redray, so he was likely there. The one issue was that he seemed to always be sent off on missions with…

Siegril’s stomach churned at the thought.

If he was looking for Luxes, he’d likely find Flynn, given the track record. Normally, he wouldn’t care much what someone’s feelings for him were. But what happened between him and Flynn wasn’t his doing. He couldn’t stand seeing the fear in his eyes from something he couldn’t control. Something he didn’t want to happen.

Siegril looked up. The sun was nearly gone, but the moon wasn’t out… meaning it’d been about two hours since he’d left the inn. And he was still thinking like this.

All because he wasn’t strong enough to resist the Hollow Queen’s magic like everyone else. He wasn’t strong enough to do this or that. That’s all it felt like in this expedition. Every single time, something had gone wrong, and someone else had to step in for him.

I’m not always like this, am I?

Am I really this pitiful?

... ... ...

Siegril yanked the hospital door open. The cooler air inside was a welcome shock to the system.

Standing behind the desk was Uriel, putting a folder away. Her back faced the door, but her head spun around so that it faced Siegril.

“Welcome.”

Taking a quick look around, the waiting room only had one person in it. A medic, by the look of their white coat, who was reading a book. They had brown scruffy hair that covered their left eye, tied into a short, low ponytail. They also had some stubble, and generally seemed unkempt.

Siegril narrowed his eyes. There was something strange about them.

“Hello.”

He turned back towards Uriel.

“Is Luxes here?” he asked.

“Yes.” she turned the rest of her body towards Siegril. “Do you want me to call him?”

He nodded.

Uriel closed her eyes, and the circlet on her head changed from orange to bright blue. Siegril took a step back and hovered a hand to the inside of his sleeve.

“Luxes. Come to the front.”

She was silent for a few seconds. “Quiet. A visitor has requested you.”

Siegril, bewildered, dropped his stance. What exactly was she doing?

“Siegril. You have worked with him before.”

He heard the medic’s book close quietly.

After another pause, Uriel uttered a quick “Goodbye” before her circlet shifted back to its regular orange color.

“Luxes will be here soon.” she said, opening her eyes. “I suggest that you find a spot to wait.”

Siegril looked at the opposite end of the waiting area. There was no reason to entertain whatever odd feeling that medic brought in him. At least, not up close. Maybe if he observed them from a distance, he would–

“Siegril.”

The voice was so quiet that he’d hardly heard it. Yet he whipped around, eyes wide open. Hearing, and looking closer at the medic who gave him a lazy little wave, that odd feeling turned to…

Familiarity.

But Siegril didn’t know what to say or do.

In the end, he chose to sit in the chair across from them, and quietly look on. Waiting for them to speak first.

“Well…” they began. “Never thought I’d see you outside of Etria. Or away from the old man’s hip.”

He wasn’t too surprised he had forgotten, but…

Oz. That was this medic’s name. Despite working in the proclaimed slums of Etria, they were a licensed doctor. When Siegril had first moved in with Adhara, Oz was living in the house as well. They were the one who patched him up and got him eating, again.

  Around six months later, however, Oz had left. Siegril hadn’t seen them since.

  He didn’t pry the subject, especially since Adhara had given enough of an explanation for him. Oz had gone to find new work. That didn’t explain how the mood of the house briefly shifted after the fact, but again, he didn’t want to pry. It was always just odd. The house had gotten quieter for a time, even though the loudest of the three wasn’t the one who’d left.

“It’s been a while.” If his guess was right, it had been about seven years since he’d last seen Oz.

“Mmmh… Hey, stand up.” they said.

Siegril did so, despite wondering why. 

“Huh.” Oz leaned to the side of their chair, propping an elbow up and placing their cheek on their hand.

“You were… ‘bout this tall last time I saw you.” they noted, raising their hand near the top of their forehead. “Really been a while.”

Siegril nodded, then sat back down. …Had he really been that short? He still wasn’t considered tall now, but… time had flown. Enough for him to not immediately recognize Oz. While he technically hadn’t known them for long, they were a constant presence in that short time.

“How’s life treatin’ you, Siege? Better?”

He had to twitch his ears to hear Oz, but once he did, he looked down. “I…”

Guess so, is what his brain was piloting him to answer. But, was that true? Between then and now, shouldn’t he be more sure of how things have been?

He was. He knew. Despite how he was feeling at the moment…

“Yeah.” he kept his head lowered to hide the small smile as he admitted it.

“That so? Glad to hear it, you know? Really am.”

Despite the monotonous tone that some may interpret differently, he knew Oz’s words were genuine.

“Kinda wish I could’ve stayed, but…” they sighed. “Life wanted me elsewhere, and your old man...”

They shook their head. “Ah, ‘nough of that. Speaking of ‘Dara… You here with him?”

“No.” he answered plainly, more caught up on whatever Oz was going to say before changing the subject. Back then, it didn’t matter. Oz left, and that was that. Now, though? Siegril’s curiosity was building. It wasn’t enough to ask yet, but it was going to remain in the back of his mind.

“So. Made any friends here?” they asked, reclining into the chair.

Siegril nodded. “We’re in the same guild.”

At least, two people who plainly said they were friends. As for the others in the guild, he doubted Ylva or Ruki would say they weren’t friends. Wing was Wing, and Alverion…

Well, he was an acquaintance, if that. More like a coworker.

“I was joking, you know? But that’s good.” With a breathy chuckle, they continued. “Quiet lil’ Siegril, going out on his own? Making friends, joining guilds. Grew up fast.”

“You’re quieter than me.”

Oz snorted, looking up with a crooked smile. “And grew with some sass, huh? I meant the amount you speak. You’ve spoken ‘bout a thousand times as many syllables in this talk alone than you’d done in all the time I was living with you two.”

“Hm.” Back then, he could barely bring himself to speak, even when he wanted to. He just couldn’t. Oz believed the reason was linked to his experiences with the Wyvern, his brother, and his parents. Siegril never fully understood it, but he wasn’t one to doubt Oz.

“Wait…” Oz sat up straighter in their chair. “You’ve gone an’ become an explorer, fighting monsters n’ all? Does that mean your Mana–”

“No.” Siegril took a quick look around.

No one else was here except for Uriel. He wasn’t sure if she was even able to hear the conversation, though. As a member of the staff, her knowing wouldn't be the worst case. Then again, everyone else he’d met here already knew one way or another. She likely had some idea.

Still, even if people knew, most didn’t know the extent. Oz was made aware when they’d first met. They tried what they could to help, but nothing worked.

Siegril couldn’t bring himself to look at Oz. He lowered his voice in shame. “I still have to drink it.”

Neither said or did anything, until Siegril heard the leather and slight creak of the chair Oz was in. A moment later, they sat down next to him.

He felt a pat on his shoulder, then another. Siegril was happy to see Oz again, but there was always this underlying melancholy between them. It felt strange to go back to that ‘normal’ the two had so quickly.

He hoped something could change about that.

As minutes passed, he wasn’t sure if the ticking of the clock in the room was making the otherwise quiet hospital better or worse.

A door had clicked open further within the room.

“Good to see you, Siegril.” 

He listened to the clicking of Luxes’ shoes as he got closer. A heel-to-toe walk… Expected, from someone like Luxes. He seemed to think highly of himself.

Without warning, he practically fell into the chair across from Siegril with a groan. His head was thrown back, and his arms were reclined over the adjacent chairs. “Apologies…! I’ve just been running ragged this past week…”

“One of your friends?”

“Huh?” Luxes grumbled. His head lolled to the side, and he opened his eyes. Oz gave him a similar, halfhearted wave.

Luxes’ visible eye widened as he sat up. He cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s nice to meet you, indeed. Are you a new employee?”

“Maybe one day.” Oz replied. “I’ve just been scoping out the medical facilities on this ship.”

His ears twitched as Oz spoke. He leaned in with an arched brow. “What was that?”

“They’re not an employee.” Siegril answered. “They’re checking out other hospitals to see if they wanna work at one.”

“Ah!” Luxes had stopped adjusting his hair and addressed Oz with a smile. “You don’t have to be so meek around me, you know?”

“Meek?” they droned before yawning.

Luxes laughed. “If you’d like to know more about the place, feel free to come to me tomorrow.”

“Oh. So, you work here?”

“I do not.” he replied. “Or… Hm. Perhaps I do. Albeit unofficially. But we’re getting off track. One; I work closely with the owner and his brother. I know more than the average employee. Two; what exactly have you summoned me for, Siegril?”

“It’s about the missions.”

“Oh? Well, what is it?” he asked, straightening up. “I already have a different guild to help me with one this week, in case you were hoping for a new request so soon.”

“No, I…”

He stopped, looking down in realization.

Right…

He had nothing to ask.

He just wanted a distraction. But he couldn’t just say that. And of all people to ask for a distraction from, why Luxes? They weren’t friends, guildmates, or anything like that. On the contrary, Luxes was basically his boss now.

“...Want you to be more clear about what’s in the places you ask us to go.” He figured he was a good enough liar for this to work. Besides, this was something he’d like Luxes to do. “Not just monsters. I mean stuff like the thorns in the Giant’s Ruins. And the amount of monsters. Didn’t you say you went in there before? Why didn’t you tell us?”

“What…?!” Luxes nearly whined. “Haven’t you already known that the Giant’s Ruins were similar to the jungle? And does the amount of monsters really matter? That’s the sort of thing you should expect, strolling into a monster’s domain! You could say I’m helping you learn a lesson! Never underestimate the labyrinth, as they say!”

Siegril could only glare at Luxes, who tilted his head and smiled innocently as a response.

“Oh, very well, I’ll see what I can do.” he added. “Actually, how’s this? I’ve been asked to investigate a labyrinth that’s been given the name ‘Untrodden Basin’. It’s a place with sticky patches of mud and tricky chameleons that conjure ice. Your guild’s assistance would be appreciated, especially with your ability to paralyze those chameleons in place.”

He pointed at Siegril with a grin. “Was that good enough for you?”

Siegril narrowed his eyes before looking away. “Yeah. Thanks. And we’ll see if we can help.”

“Good~!” he said, placing a finger on his chin. “Now, I’m hoping to have this Untrodden Basin cleared out by the end of the month. There’s much to learn on these islands, and more still, once the fog surrounding the Isle of Solitude has cleared. I can’t just waste my time in these small-scale labyrinths!”

“Alright.”

Coming here wasn’t all bad, then. He had a potential new mission, and even got to meet Oz again. He just needed to see if the guild was up to Luxes’ task before confirming.

…It was odd, needing to consult with others before taking on any tasks. He wasn’t a fan of having to wait for his decisions, but that was what being in a team meant. He just had to get used to it, for now.

“Well, then. If that’s all, I should be going.” Luxes stood from his seat. “Biscotti may still need some help.”

Siegril nodded. That was all he needed to do here, then. It was time to get up and leave.

“Wait.”

And yet…

“How’s… Flynn?”

“ Flynn? ” Luxes repeated. He turned to Siegril, crossing his arms and murmuring for a minute. “Well, his injury’s healing, if that’s what you’re worried about. I can’t say when he’ll be back out and about, though. Something else seems to be an issue.”

“What is?” Siegril asked.

Luxes shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure. Biscotti seems to know, but he’s not telling me. I figured the Hollow Queen’s magic had some residual effect, but that’s apparently not the case.”

What exactly did that mean? Flynn’s injury was fine, but something was wrong enough to make him think the Hollow Queen still had some effect on him? Siegril wasn’t sure if he wanted to pry further or not.

“I must say, I’m surprised you’re so concerned.”

Because it wasn’t him who did that. He didn’t want to. He didn’t mean to. And he could barely even think enough to stop himself. How could he possibly feel good about himself after that? And how could he possibly combat a power like that, if something similar happened? The chances weren’t low, with the unpredictability of the labyrinth’s monsters.

Luxes cleared his throat after a moment. “Well, if that’s all you need, I’ll hopefully be visiting the Baku Inn soon.”

“Okay.” He listened to the same heel-toe walk until Luxes left into the deeper section of the clinic before standing up, himself.

“Oh. You leaving?”

Siegril quickly looked over, having forgotten Oz was there. He nodded.

“Mind if I go with you? We don’t need to play anymore catchup, I just wanna talk with you a bit more.”

“Okay.” he murmured, nodding again. “But I’m going to the inn I stay at, then I’m leaving to train.”

“Hmmh… Got it. I should head home soon, myself.”

While he wasn’t too comfortable with chatting, he hated the idea of being left alone with his thoughts more. And so, the two left the hospital.

They walked in relative silence for a few minutes. People were still loitering around, whether they were civilians or explorers on their way to, or from, the islands. Never quiet, never peaceful… that just seemed to be how Maginia was. A person was never exactly alone here, for better or worse.

Oz strayed slightly behind. Siegril heard them rifle through their bag before pulling out a sort of wrapper.

They presented a bar, about the size of their entire hand. “Here ya go. Eat.”

Siegril glanced at the bar. Under the street light, he could make out that it was some sort of nutrient bar.

“You haven’t been eating enough, have you?” Despite their unbothered gaze, Oz’s voice was laced with a suspicion that Siegril couldn’t argue against.

“Been trying…” he hesitantly responded, snatching the bar. “The inn I stay at has good food.”

“That so? Guess I should check inside the place.” they said. “They still serve dinner at this time?”

“There’s probably something left.”

“Good, good. So you should get yourself some dinner if you haven’t already.”

Siegril sighed, turning around and walking ahead. “Okay…!”

Oz chuckled. “Alright, fine. I’ll shut up ‘bout you needing to eat. Now, about your guild…”

“Hey. Why do you want me to talk so much after giving me food?”

Neither spoke for a moment. Siegril used the opportunity to take a bite. It was pretty flavorless and, combined with their talk about the inn’s food, just made him want some of Leonidas’ cooking more.

“Guess I could’a thought that out better.” they admitted, scratching their chin.

The two remained quiet as they walked, even after Siegril finished eating and handed Oz the wrapper to put in their bag.

The inn was beginning to bring him some level of comfort, especially after putting that table into his room. After his evening out, he was relieved to go back. Maybe introducing Oz to the inn, and whoever in the guild was awake and around, wouldn't be too bad of a way to spend time before going off to train.

Plus, there was a chance they’d be interested in joining the guild. It didn’t seem likely, considering Oz was scouting out various hospitals and clinics, but the guild would unquestionably benefit from more healing.

Nearing the building, Siegril could hear something unusual inside. He slowed his steps to listen better.

“What’s wrong?” Oz asked.

“People’re being loud in there.”

“Heh… Not a fan?”

“I don’t really care.” he said, walking towards the entrance. “I just dunno why they’re being loud.”

“Only one way to find out, Siege.” they noted, a bit of levity in their tone.

Siegril twisted the handle, pushing the door open.

The sight of Folze in the foyer was already enough to put him on alert. Ylva was speaking with him, and Wing was at her side.

“...think’s goin’ on?!” Ylva spoke with undeniable urgency.

“I…” Folze paused, turning to the entrance. “Siegril…”

“Sieg!” Ylva shouted. “Yer alright!”

Despite the pit in his stomach, Siegril nodded and started to walk towards the two. He could hear Oz quietly trailing behind.

“Yeah. Why?” As much as he didn’t want to be bothered, this seemed important. Folze didn’t just stand out in the open like this. Not to mention Ylva’s comment.

“Have ya seen Ain?!” she asked.

Siegril’s legs suddenly felt heavy. He shook his head. “Why…?”

“I felt a powerful, unknown presence enter your room.” Folze spoke in a slow, methodical voice. A part of his cloak weaved upward to touch his head. “It was only for a moment. But after that… Ain’s presence became weaker, and the unknown’s became stronger. Now, his presence is nowhere to be felt.”