There was a fight going on far outside from the village of Tomra. Master Denz adjusted his sunglasses while facing one off the Cardinal Virtues.
“I take no pleasure in this, Lamitt!” Master Denze said while gathering his energy.
“But it’s about time to put an end to lord Vauthry’s torment of you!”
A powerful Flare was casted toward Lamitt who discovered the attack just too late. All that remained after the dust settled down was a crystal. Master Denz sighed heavy and knelt down picking up the crystal. Tears were rolling down his face.
“Free at last,” he whispered before he placed the crystal in a bag along with the other crystals of Ardbert’s and Lamitt’s companions.
“But still so much to do!”
Master Denz sucked at his pipe before he glanced toward Eulmore.
Krohman blocked the charge coming from Ran’jit as Cleo ran aside, casting a few spells at Ran’jit. Since Ran’jit was stronger when merged with his serpent, Cleo used Enochian to increase magical damage. Krohman used the technique of Fist of Wind to improve his speed toward Ran’jit.
The eulmorian general smirked.
“Seems you’ve gotten quicker than last time…” he said.
“But are you quick enough?”
Ran’jit charged toward Cleo lifting his scythe. Krohman quickle speed up and blocked the attack before kicking Ran’jit away with a shoulder tackle and dragon kick.
“Damn bastard!” Krohman growled.
“Attacking a pregnant woman, that’s going to far!”
“I think it’s the most perfect punishment for the one who stole the Oracle from me!” Ran’jit said. A sadistic smirk appeared on his face.
“The pained expression when seeing his beloved with a ripped belly…”
“You’re sick!” Cleo cried and casted freeze at Ran’jit.
“Cleo!” Thancred cried, just finishing the last steps of the stairs up to the canopy.
“Mama!” Ryne cried following Thancred, the others quickly arrived. Ran’jit stood still for a moment staring at Ryne with her red hair and blue eyes in shock. His body was shaking with fury.
“You’ve ruined her!” he growled. He looked furious at Thancred, Ryne and then having a murderous look at Cleo.
“I’LL KILL YOU!”
Krohman gathered his chakra before he speed up toward Ran’jit and punched him in the face. Then he kicked at his ribs and knees. One final punch and Ran’jit stumbled at the floor coughing blood. He looked up and for a moment, his eyes softened.
“Ah...there you are...” he wheezed. He raised his hand toward them. It was shaking.
“…my precious… girls…”
With those last words, Ran’jit fell with his last breath.
Krohman panted, resting his hands on his knees. Thancred grinned toward him.
“Looks like our training sessions bore fruits,” Thancred said. Krohman grinned back at Thancred.
“Yep. Greased lightning four, complete!” Krohman said. Y’shtola gave him a kiss on his cheek.
“How come Vauthry’s still not here?” Pockets said curious.
“He must be in the upper levels,” Alphinaud said.
They all ran toward to room where Vauthry resided. There was no sin eaters beside him, their remains of feathers lay at the floor. His back was turned on them as he devoured a bowl of meol’s. Ryne stopped at the entrance and gasped.
“It’s him!” she cried.
“He’s the lightwarden!”
“What!?” Cleo cried shocked. How was that possible? Skan clenched his fist.
“Let’s end this quickly,” Thancred growled and grabbed his gunblade as he and Cleo charged toward Vauthry. But before they could even reach him, he let out a high deafening cry. Cleo covered her ears crying.
“It hurts!” she cried. Vauthry then, who just got tiny wings on his back, flew out of his chambers.
“Where did he go!?” Y’shtola asked once they all got their hearing back. In the next moment, everything shook and heard high something like a boulder crack. They ran at the balcony.
“What in the heavens!?” Alphinaud said shocked.
“Did Vautrhy do that?” Alisaie asked. Cleo just stared at the floating mountain top in the air.
“How are we supposed to get up there?” Cleo asked frustrated.
“It is beyond reach for now,” Alphinaud said disappointed. He sighed.
“But for now, I think it’s time the people learned the truth here!”
“Oh, Cleo!” Dulia cried and hugged her tightly once she had awoken.
“I’m so glad to see you again, safe and sound!”
“Emergency,” Cleo said into Dulia’s bossom.
Dulia finally let go of Cleo before she looked worried around.
“What’s going on? Did something happen to us?”
“Everything will be explained soon!” Cleo said as she joined the others. As soon as everybody in Eulmore had awoken and being treated, Alphinaid took it upon himself to reveal the truth to the citiens. And of course, they were not taking it well with the fact that they had been puppets all the time.
“When you attacked us, you were not yourselves. That much is true.” Alphinaud said before his voice turned hard.
But your conduct prior to that moment was your own. Of your own free will, you came to this city and gave yourselves over to its pleasures. And in the course of this, if you mistreated those less fortunate than you...then that too was of your own free will. It is not for me to judge you, but for your victims. For history. For your conscience. You have dreamed a twisted dream, but now you are awake. You may yet share this world of ours. Join with us and each other that we might begin anew. We've lost so many already. We dare not lose any more.”
“You really gave it all there,” Cleo said impressed once Alphinaud was done.
“I really hate to admit it, but during these times, I realized that I was like Vauthry before in the past!” Alphinaud said.
Cleo nodded, there was indeed a time where Cleo really wanted to just strangle Alphinaud when he took the honors of her hard work while he hadn’t done a thing himself.
“We better get going after Vauthry then!” Alphinaud sighed.
“Is there anything we can do to help?” one of the citizens suddenly asked. Alphinaud turned his head surprised at the eager faces.
“Vauthry has fled to Mt. Gulg,” Y’shtola said.
“Going through flight is only last resort. Is there any way by land?”
“The Ladder is the only way up and down the cliff, but it hasn't moved in a long time.” Another citizen said.
“In the old days, it was operated by the mining folk who lived at the top. But after the Flood it saw less and less use, and when Lord Vauthry took control, it was abandoned altogether.”
“So we somehow need to get the Ladder working again?” Alisaie asked.
“It moves by means of a Talos, if that's any help. But good luck repairing that...” a third citizen said. Dulia gasped and looked at her husband.
“But darling, you can be of help here!” she cheered.
“He can?” Skan asked.
“Indeed, he happens to be the heir to Daedalus Stoneworks, foremost makers of Talos, whose contracts include the renowned mining venture of Amh Araeng!” Dulia chirped.
Cleo, Krohman, Thancred, Urianger and Ryne nearly dropped their jaws at the ground. Chai-Nuzz swallowed hard.
“I can at least try to look at it, but I can’t make any promises,” he sighed.
The people marched out of the city to help.