Sub-Chapter 10.1: The Commander's Divide
The ocean did not move.
It roared.
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Thunder cracked across the sky as rain fell in violent sheets, turning the southern coast of Mournvale into a battlefield before a single strike had begun.
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Above it all, a red moon bled through the storm clouds-watching.
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And beneath it...
Tiamatus rose.
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Lucifell did not rush.
*He flew.*
Black wings cut through the storm, slicing rain apart as he descended-not toward the dragon…
…but toward the lighthouse at the edge of the coast.
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*He landed at its peak.*
Still.
Silent.
Watching.
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Below him...
The sea churned like it was alive.
Five heads moved in the storm.
Fire. Water. Wind. Lightning. Ice.
Each one breathing destruction into the world.
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"Commander."
Alquine's voice entered his mind.
Tight.
Controlled.
But not calm.
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"I see it," Lucifell replied.
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A pause.
Then...
"I will establish a full transmission link."
Alquine's voice sharpened.
"All ARCANA captains… connected to your mind."
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"…Do it."
The air around Lucifell pulsed once...
Then twelve presences opened.
Different minds. Different weights.
All listening.
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And the Nightbringer spoke.
⚔️ COMMAND PHASE 📢
No shouting.
No hesitation.
Only precision.
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"Iron Vanguard."
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Artharuk's presence responded instantly.
"Form a full barrier shield perimeter at the southern shore."
Lucifell's gaze never left the dragon.
"You will be the first wall."
"If it breathes…"
"…you take it."
No reply.
Just acceptance.
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"Blood Oath."
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Zoandrel's voice came with a grin behind it.
"Finally something interesting..."
"Hold position behind Iron Vanguard."
Lucifell cut him off.
"Nothing reaches them."
"…Not even death."
A pause.
Then...
"…Understood."
No humor left.
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"Ashen Legion."
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Edward answered quietly.
"I am listening."
"Do not act yet."
Lucifell's voice dropped.
"Wait..."
"for the moment that matters."
Edward exhaled.
"…Of course."
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"Stormbringers."
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Ramy's voice came through lazily.
"Yeah, yeah… I already know."
"Evacuate civilians."
Lucifell said.
"Do not engage the target."
"…Yeah."
For once...
Ramy didn't joke.
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"Oracle and Dread Cavalry."
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Donnie and Kahn
Two minds.
Two different personalities.
"Remain at the Royal Palace."
Lucifell ordered.
"Protect the King and The Queen of Mournvale."
"Field command will fall to Vionna Leracrux… and Ricky De Lards."
Silence.
Then Donnie:
"…Understood."
Kahn:
"…I will comply."
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"Umbral Phantoms."
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Elirch answered softly.
"Watching?."
"Guard Lucas III."
Lucifell said.
"I do not trust what stands beside him."
A faint pause.
"…Noted."
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"Frost Fang."
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Kestrel.
No hesitation.
"Here."
"Split your squad."
Lucifell said.
"Half to the hills behind the medic line."
"Half support Iron Vanguard."
"…Understood."
But her mind lingered.
On him.
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"ANS."
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Xien's voice was calm.
Ancient.
"Present."
"Remain beneath the sea."
Lucifell said.
"Do not approach the target."
A slight shift.
"…Wise."
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"Hallowed Veil."
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Al Henry whispered.
"We are ready."
"Establish a rear medical perimeter."
"And prepare teleportation gates."
"…As you command."
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Then...
Lucifell paused.
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"Eclipse Guard."
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Silence.
Heavy.
Personal.
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"Runagard."
"Frontline."
"Marvelerick."
"Aerial support."
"Alice."
"Warship defense."
A flicker.
Emotion.
"Azazel. Tigris."
A breath.
"You come with me."
Silence spread across the connection.
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The connection did not break.
But it shifted.
For the first time since the transmission began...
emotion entered the channel.
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"Commander."
Azazel.
Calm voice.
But tighter than usual.
"You are dividing the Eclipse Guard."
Not a question.
A statement.
Lucifell didn't answer.
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Alice spoke next.
Fast.
Sharp.
Unfiltered.
"No."
Her voice cut through the link.
"I'm not staying behind on some ship while you go fight that thing alone."
A flicker of red energy pulsed through the connection.
Even without seeing her...
they could feel it.
"You promised."
She added.
Lower.
More dangerous.
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A pause.
Marvelerick's voice came in next...
Less aggressive.
But no less firm.
"Commander… with all respect..."
A breath.
"That's a primordial-level entity."
"You're asking us to… what?"
"Watch?"
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The storm outside roared louder.
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Then...
A heavier presence.
Runagard.
"If you go forward…"
His deep voice rumbled.
"…then I go forward."
No hesitation.
No condition.
That was not loyalty.
That was belief.
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Tigris spoke last.
Quiet.
Measured.
"The tiger does not watch while its leader hunts alone."
Silence.
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For a moment...
The entire ARCANA network felt it.
Not fear.
Resistance.
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Lucifell stood at the edge of the lighthouse.
Rain sliding across his armor.
Wings unmoving.
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Then...
He spoke.
"No."
One word.
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And the storm seemed to obey it.
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"You will follow my command."
His voice didn't rise.
Didn't harden.
But something beneath it…
shifted.
"I am not sending you away."
A pause.
"I am placing you where you are needed."
Alice tried to speak again
"...!!"
"Enough."
The word didn't echo.
It stopped things.
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Then...
Lucifell turned slightly.
Looking toward the shoreline.
Toward the formations.
Toward the kingdom.
And then he said it.
"Because they…"
A breath.
"…are our family too."
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Silence.
No one argued again.
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The connection did not fade.
But something changed.
For a brief moment...
No one spoke.
Not because they had nothing to say.
But because… they didn't know how to.
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Across the shoreline...
The Iron Vanguard stood in formation.
Tower shields planted into the soaked earth.
Unmoving.
Unbreakable.
Artharuk did not turn.
Did not speak.
But for the first time...
His grip tightened.
Behind them...
The Blood Oath warriors stood ready.
Weapons resting on their shoulders.
Waiting for something to kill.
Zoandrel exhaled slowly.
A grin formed...
But not the usual one.
"…He said family."
No one laughed.
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Far above...
Griffin wings cut through the storm.
The Oracle Division circled in silence.
Viona blinked.
Just once.
"…He meant that."
Donnie said nothing.
But his eyes shifted...
Not toward the battlefield.
Toward the lighthouse.
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At the rear lines...
The Hallowed Veil stood within their forming perimeter.
Hands glowing faintly with restrained power.
Al Henry lowered his head.
A quiet prayer forming without words.
"Then we will not fail them."
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In the forest edge...
Kestrel stood still.
Rain clinging to her hair.
Her ears twitching slightly as the wind shifted.
"…Idiot."
She whispered.
But there was no anger in it.
Only something softer.
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Beneath the sea...
Xien closed her eyes.
Unmoving.
"…So he finally says it aloud."
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And on the warship...
Alice looked away.
Just slightly.
"…Tch."
But she didn't argue anymore.
Because now...
She understood.
This wasn't him leaving them behind.
This was him...
trusting them to protect what he couldn't.
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That night...
He did not feel alone.
Because behind him...
Across land, sky, and sea...
ARCANA moved as one.
Because unity…
did not erase what they felt.
It revealed it.
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At the edge of the forest...
Kestrel stood unmoving.
Rain clung to her lashes.
"…Idiot."
She whispered again.
This time...
her voice broke.
A single tear slipped down her cheek.
Lost immediately in the storm.
She didn't wipe it.
Didn't hide it.
Because she already knew...
He wasn't sending them away.
He was standing where no one else could.
And that was exactly why…
…it hurt.
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Far within the shadows of the royal domain...
Elirch stayed still.
Unseen.
As always.
The elf chosen by the Church.
The eyes of the Pope.
The one who trusted no one.
His gaze remained fixed forward...
But for the first time…
He did not observe.
He felt.
"…So."
A quiet breath escaped him.
"This is what they follow."
Not power.
Not fear.
Something else.
Something far more dangerous.
Elirch closed his eyes for a brief second.
And when he opened them again...
there was something new behind them.
Not loyalty.
But no longer just distance either.
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Deep within the forge halls beneath the mountains...
The heat of the flames did not falter.
But the hands that shaped them… paused.
Hobor Dalur stood before the anvil.
Silent.
The old dwarf stared into the fire...
as if he could see beyond it.
Past the storm.
Past the sea.
To the boy he once met.
"…Still doing things the hard way, huh…"
He muttered.
His grip tightened around the forging hammer.
Then...
He spoke.
Not as a captain.
Not as a craftsman.
But as something older.
Something closer.
"…Lu."
The name felt out of place in a world that called him Commander.
"…Cold beer at Goblet's Tavern…"
A faint exhale followed.
"…would taste good after this."
A pause.
"…So don't be late."
The hammer struck the anvil again.
Louder this time.
Not to forge a weapon.
But to steady his own heart.
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Back on the shoreline...
The storm intensified.
The sea roared louder.
And at the peak of the lighthouse...
Lucifell stood alone.
But now...
that solitude carried weight.
Not emptiness.
But everything behind him.
And somewhere deep within that storm...
even he knew...
this was not just a battle...
this was something else...
something that would decide...
who returns.
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Sub-Chapter 10.2: The Voice of Catastrophe
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Lucifell stepped forward...
and vanished.
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The storm split.
He reappeared mid-air...
directly before Tiamatus.
Lightning tore past him.
Fire scorched the sky.
Ice shattered the rain.
Wind screamed like a dying god.
He moved through it all...
like it didn't matter.
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Then...
He drew his blade.
Light Bearer.
One strike.
The air itself screamed.
A black lightning arc tore forward...
striking the Fire Head directly.
Impact.
Explosion.
Shockwave.
But nothing.
Not a wound.
Not a mark.
Silence.
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Then...
The dragon moved.
Five heads turned.
All at once.
And one voice spoke.
"Why… so hasty, little favorite of God?"
It didn't echo.
It pressed.
Against the air.
Against the sea.
Against the mind.
"The fallen… who still carries Heaven's scent."
A low rumble followed.
Something close to amusement.
"…how disappointing."
Lightning cracked between its jaws.
"Do you remember…"
A pause.
Long enough to hurt.
"…the moment they cast you down?"
Lucifell didn't answer.
The dragon leaned closer.
Five heads watching.
Studying.
"You were not abandoned."
"You were… discarded."
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The storm slowed.
As if listening.
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Lucifell's grip tightened.
But his voice remained the same.
"…You talk too much."
The dragon laughed.
All five heads.
"And yet…"
"you came alone."
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A low, terrible laugh rolled through the sea.
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"How noble…"
A beat.
"…or how utterly suicidal."
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Sub-Chapter 10.3: The First Omen
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The storm did not calm.
It deepened.
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Lucifell moved first.
A black vortex folded the air...
And he vanished.
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Reappearing above the Water Head...
blade already descending.
Light Bearer cut through the storm.
A clean strike.
Precise.
Perfect.
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The ocean split beneath the impact.
But the dragon did not bleed.
It watched.
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Lucifell vanished again...
reappearing behind the Lightning Head...
another strike.
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Then again...
Wind.
Ice.
Fire.
A storm of movement.
A dance of death.
For a moment...
it looked like control.
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Then...
Tiamatus changed.
The five heads aligned.
Wind twisted.
Lightning sharpened.
Water bent the air.
Ice slowed the space itself.
Fire waited.
Not chaos anymore.
Calculation.
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Lucifell reappeared mid-strike...
and the Lightning Head moved.
Too fast.
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A blinding flash tore through the sky.
Impact.
The sound never came.
Only light.
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Lucifell's body froze mid-air...
then...
It broke.
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A violent arc of lightning ripped across his form...
Tearing through armor...
through flesh...
through bone...
and then...
he was gone.
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A black streak fell from the sky...
crashing into the ocean below with a force that shattered waves into walls.
Silence followed.
Not absence of sound...
but absence of certainty.
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Across the battlefield.
Through Alquine's link...
Every captain felt it.
Kestrel's breath stopped.
Alice's fingers tightened against the ship's railing.
Artharuk did not move...
but the ground beneath his hooves cracked slightly.
Donnie's eyes widened...
just enough.
Because for the first time...
The Nightbringer had been hit.
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The ocean churned violently...
then...
Lucifell rose.
Float above the sea.
Slowly.
Water fell from his body in heavy streams.
But something was wrong.
The left side of his armor...
Gone.
Not broken.
Gone.
From his left shoulder...
to his left arm...
to his left hand...
Nothing remained.
Only exposed skin.
White.
Unscarred.
Unnatural against the storm.
And then...
It moved.
Flesh reformed.
Bone rebuilt.
Muscle stitched itself back into existence.
In seconds...
his shoulder,arm and hand were returned.
Whole.
Alive.
But the armor did not.
For the first time.
Lucifell stood in battle...
incomplete.
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Across the link...
Shock rippled silently.
Not fear of the enemy.
But realization.
That this...
this was why...
why he stood alone.
Why he divided them.
Why none of them were allowed at his side.
Because none of them...
could survive that.
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Above.
Tiamatus watched.
The Lightning Head crackled softly.
Then...
It spoke.
"So…"
The voice pressed against the world.
"…you endure."
Lucifell said nothing.
Rain slid down the exposed skin of his shoulder.
His blade lowered slightly...
not in weakness...
But in acknowledgment.
"You carry two burdens…"
The dragon's eyes burned brighter.
"One… to restore what is broken."
Lucifell's fingers tightened around his sword.
Then...
"…and one…"
The storm held its breath.
"…to end what should never exist."
A pause.
Long.
Heavy.
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Across the link...
Something shifted.
Kestrel froze.
Her hand trembled slightly...
just slightly.
"…No…"
She whispered.
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Far beneath the mountains...
Hobor stopped mid-strike.
The hammer hovered above the anvil.
"…Don't you dare…"
He muttered.
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Azazel's eyes narrowed.
Not in confusion.
In recognition.
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Lucifell stood still.
For the first time in the battle...
He did not move.
Not immediately.
Not instinctively.
Just...
A fraction of a pause.
And somewhere...
donnie noticed.
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Tiamatus leaned closer.
Five heads.
One presence.
"Will you use it?"
A low rumble followed.
"The blade… that erases even gods?"
Silence.
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For a moment...
the storm held still.
Then...
Tiamatus laughed.
Not loudly.
Not wildly.
But deeply.
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A sound that did not belong to the world above.
The ocean trembled beneath it.
The clouds twisted as if something unseen had clenched the sky itself.
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"Weak…"
The word came slowly.
Deliberately.
Five heads lowered...
All eyes fixed on Lucifell.
"You are weak, Lucifell."
Lightning flickered across the dragon's jaws.
"Tell me…"
A pause.
"…how do you intend to face her?"
The air shifted.
Something unseen...
pressed into the battlefield.
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Lucifell did not move.
But something inside the connection...
Cracked.
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"The Underworld Phoenix…"
The name burned through the storm.
And then...
Tiamatus spoke again.
"…or should I say…"
A low, knowing rumble followed.
"…Leinca."
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Across ARCANA...
Silence collapsed into something heavier.
Kestrel's breath caught again.
Alice's grip tightened...
hard enough to leave marks on steel.
Donnie's gaze sharpened instantly.
Azazel's stance shifted.
Just slightly.
Because that name...
Was not just a memory.
It was a wound.
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Tiamatus leaned closer.
The Fire Head exhaling heat that warped the rain itself.
"Even if you defeat me…"
A faint smile formed within the creature's voice.
"…you will not defeat her."
Lightning crawled along its horns.
"She burns hotter than any flame I command."
"She destroys without hesitation."
"She does not carry your… weakness."
The ocean surged violently.
"The Underworld is already moving."
The words fell like a verdict.
"And when it rises…"
The dragon's eyes flared.
All five at once.
"…it will take everything beneath the sky."
Silence.
Heavy.
Absolute.
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Lucifell stood there.
Unmoving.
Rain sliding down exposed skin.
Armor broken.
Storm raging.
And the battlefield was no longer just about the dragon.
It was about what came after.
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Then...
The storm split again.
Two figures entered.
Azazel landed beside Lucifell.
Sword drawn.
Eyes forward.
Tigris stepped onto the air itself...
As if gravity had chosen to obey him.
Calm.
Unshaken.
Azazel spoke first.
"…You started without us."
Tigris followed.
"And you carried too much alone."
Lucifell did not look at them.
But he answered.
"…Then keep up."
The three stood together...
facing the storm...
facing the dragon...
facing something far beyond war...
And below them...
The ocean roared louder.
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Sub-Chapter 10.4: The Sovereign's Domain
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Azazel stepped forward first.
Blade raised.
Eyes locked.
Tigris followed.
Bare hands.
Calm breath.
Three figures now stood against the storm.
Lucifell did not look at them...
but he did not send them away either.
For a brief moment...
it felt balanced.
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Then...
Tiamatus moved.
Not with force.
With presence.
All five heads lifted.
The storm above twisted...
as if pulled by something deeper than wind.
And then...
it spoke.
"Mortals…"
The word alone carried weight.
"…do not mistake proximity… for relevance."
Lightning crawled slowly along its jaws.
"You stand before a Sovereign."
The Wind Head exhaled softly...
yet the air bent violently.
"…and you are not worthy of my breath."
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Azazel did not flinch.
Tigris did not move.
But the world around them...
shifted.
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Then...
Tiamatus raised one claw.
Not quickly.
Not violently.
Deliberately.
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And the sky answered.
A low pulse spread outward...
Not sound.
Not light.
Authority.
The air collapsed.
Azazel's body reacted instantly...
sword raised...
but it didn't matter.
The force struck without direction.
Without impact.
Without resistance.
And both of them...
were gone.
Thrown backward like shadows torn from the ground.
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Azazel crashed across the shoreline...
rolling through stone and sand before stopping.
Tigris landed further...
feet digging into the earth...
skidding until the ground itself cracked beneath him.
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Across the battlefield...
shock rippled.
Artharuk stepped forward instinctively...
shieldrising...
But something stopped him.
Not fear.
A wall.
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Above the ocean...
the air bent inward.
A sphere began to form.
Not visible at first...
Only felt.
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Then...
lines of energy appeared.
Cracking across the sky like fractures in reality itself.
A dome.
Massive.
Encasing the battlefield.
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Sealing it.
Inside...
Lucifell stood alone.
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Outside...
ARCANA watched.
Kestrel moved first...
she tried to step forward...
And hit it with her Lycan bow.
Hard.
An invisible force stopped her arrow completely.
"…No...no...no."
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Alice took flight...
her demonic wings cutting through the storm...
her scythe crashed against the barrier...
Nothing.
No crack.
No sound.
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Donnie's voice came through the link.
Sharp.
Focused.
"…It's a domain."
A pause.
"…Not just a barrier."
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At the shoreline...
Azazel pushed himself up slowly.
Blood at the corner of his mouth.
His eyes locked onto the dome.
"…We're locked out."
Tigris exhaled.
"…No."
He corrected quietly.
"We were removed."
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Inside the domain...
Tiamatus lowered its heads slightly.
Now...
only one presence remained before it.
Lucifell.
The dragon's voice came again...
Lower.
More focused.
"Now…"
Lightning flared behind it.
"…there are no interruptions."
A pause.
Its gaze sharpened.
"…and no one left to save you."
Lucifell stood still.
Rain falling across exposed skin.
Armor broken.
Wings steady.
Then...
he slowly raised his blade again.
"…Good."
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Outside the domain.
ARCANA stood ready.
But unable to move.
Unable to interfere.
For the first time...
since the formation of ARCANA...
they could only watch.
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And above the roaring ocean...
within the sealed storm...
the battle became something else entirely.
A Sovereign…
against the one who was cast down to kill them.
The storm held its breath.
The ocean stilled...
not in peace.
In anticipation.
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Inside the domain.
Tiamatus tilted its central head.
The fire within its jaws dimmed...
not weakening...
focusing.
Then it spoke.
"Poor… young Archangel…"
The voice no longer roared.
It descended.
Low.
Ancient.
Mocking.
"Did your father not come to your aid?"
Lightning cracked across the dome...
not from the sky...
from its voice.
"Tell me…"
The Wind Head leaned closer...
Its breath bending the rain sideways.
"Does he truly love his children…?"
Silence answered.
Lucifell did not move.
Tiamatus smiled.
A slow...
cruel...
knowing smile.
"And where are they now…"
The Ice Head exhaled...
frost spreading across the air between them.
"…your eleven siblings?"
A pause.
Then...
it laughed.
Not loud.
Not wild.
Deep.
A sound that carried memory.
War.
Heaven.
"I wonder…"
The Lightning Head crackled violently.
"…are they watching you now?"
The ocean trembled beneath them.
…laughing…
The Fire Head flared again...
brighter...
hotter.
"…as their fallen brother bleeds in the dirt of a world beneath them?"
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Outside the domain.
Something changed.
Not in the battlefield.
In the silence.
ARCANA heard it.
Every word.
Every name.
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Inside.
Tiamatus lowered its massive head...
Until its burning gaze met Lucifell directly.
And then...
It spoke the truth.
The forbidden truth.
"Young angel…"
The words slowed.
Deliberate.
Heavy.
"The youngest of the Twelve…"
The air thickened.
"Right hand of Archangel Michael…"
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A name...
That had never been spoken in this world.
Until now.
And then...
It said it.
Not as a title.
Not as a legend.
But as a name that belonged to something sacred… and broken.
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"Lucifell Heosphoros…"
The storm paused.
Even the lightning hesitated.
"…Safsera d'Nuhra Eytan."
The world stopped.
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Outside the barrier...
No one spoke.
Not Kestrel.
Not Azazel.
Not even everyone.
Because they didn't understand what they just heard.
But they felt it.
That name.
Was not meant for this world.
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Inside the domain.
Lucifell stood still.
Completely still.
Rain ran down his exposed shoulder.
Across skin that once stood in Heaven.
Across flesh that now bled on earth.
Tiamatus watched him closely.
Waiting.
Searching.
For something.
Emotion.
Reaction.
Weakness.
But Lucifell.
Did not respond.
Not to the mockery.
Not to the name.
Not to Heaven.
Slowly.
He lifted his blade again.
Light Bearer trembled.
Not in fear.
In recognition.
"…Finished?"
The voice that answered.
Was not an Archangel.
It was not a fallen child.
It was not a memory of Heaven.
It was something colder.
Something forged after the fall.
"Then speak no more of a place that abandoned me."
For the first time.
Tiamatus paused.
Not because of power.
Because of certainty.
Lucifell stepped forward.
Wings spreading slightly...
black against the storm.
"…And do not mistake silence…"
His blade lowered...
pointing toward the Sovereign.
"…for weakness."
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The storm screamed.
And the battle...
truly began.
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For a brief moment...
everything stilled.
Then...
Tiamatus smiled.
Not monstrous.
Not savage.
Satisfied.
And then it laughed.
A deep, echoing laughter that tore through the storm itself.
"Yesss…"
The five heads moved in unison.
Eyes burning with something far more dangerous than rage.
"…that is the gaze I have been waiting for."
Lightning crawled across its scales.
Flames pulsed from its chest.
The ocean beneath it began to boil.
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"Now…"
The sky darkened further.
"Let us become serious."
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Then...
Everything exploded.
Not an attack.
A transformation.
All five elements.
Fire. Water. Wind. Lightning. Ice.
Detonated outward from Tiamatus' body in a catastrophic eruption.
The domain shook violently.
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Even outside.
ARCANA staggered as the pressure rippled across the barrier.
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Inside.
Lucifell did not move.
He watched.
He understood.
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The colossal dragon began to fracture.
Not into flesh.
Into light and element.
Five streams of power tore away from its core.
Each one forming.
Shaping.
Condensing.
Until...
they became figures.
Five.
Floating above the sea.
Silent.
Watching him.
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Lucifell tilted his head slightly.
Behind the mask...
a faint smile formed.
"…So that's why…"
His voice entered Alquine's transmission.
Calm.
Measured.
"…there were no records."
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Across the battlefield.
Every ARCANA Captain listened.
Even those who did not understand what they were seeing.
Feltit.
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Lucifell's voice continued.
"Ladies and gentlemen…"
The storm dimmed around the five figures.
"…the Five Horsemen your scriptures failed to describe."
A pause.
Then...
Colder.
Sharper.
"This… is what they truly are."
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The five figures descended slightly.
Behind them.
Massive spectral warhorses formed.
Each one forged from their element.
Fire that burned without smoke.
Water that floated like glass.
Wind that distorted the air.
Lightning that screamed in silence.
Ice that froze the rain mid-fall.
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Then...
in perfect synchronization...
they dismounted.
Their feet never touched the water surface.
And behind them...
their horses dissolved...
into ash.
Gone.
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Now...
they stood fully revealed.
Five knights.
Each clad in armor.
Mirroring Lucifell.
Same silhouette.
Same dragon crowned helm.
Same predatory design.
But each...
Ignivar - molten cracks bleeding through crimson armor.
Thalorin - flowing, reflective, shifting form.
Sylpherof - feathered, distorted edges, almost intangible.
Voltyrix - twitching, unstable, flickering existence.
Glacio - sharp, crystalline, deathly still
Five reflections.
Five distortions.
Five inevitabilities.
No one spoke.
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Then...
Lucifell and The five moved.
so quickly, like disappeared.
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To normal eyes...
There's Nothing.
Just flashes.
Distortions.
Afterimages tearing across the sky.
Sound arriving after impact.
The ocean exploding in delayed reactions.
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But only three...
could see.
Azazel.
His eyes sharpened.
Every muscle tensed.
"…Unreal…"
Even for him...
Tracking them...
Was difficult.
But he forced himself.
Alice.
Her crimson eyes widened...
not in fear.
In excitement.
"…so this is it…"
Her grip tightened on her scythe.
"…this is the world you fight in…"
For the first time...
She understood the gap.
Between her and him.
Edward.
His gaze did not move.
Not even once.
"…five vectors…"
"…no…"
"…six…"
A pause.
"…including Lucifell."
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Inside the domain.
The battle became incomprehensible.
Lucifell vanished...
reappeared...
Blade clashing against lightning...
only for water to strike from behind...
only for wind to distort space...
Only for fire to detonate oncontact...
Every movement...
perfect.
Every counter...
instant.
A sequence...
too fast for time.
Steel met element.
And Lucifell was not fighting five enemy.
He was fighting war itself.
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Ignivar The Fire Knight clashed directly,
a strike that split the sky.
Lucifell parried,
But the impact still detonated behind him.
then...
Voltyrix The Lightning Knight appeared,
a spear of pure voltage.
Lucifell twisted,
Barely avoiding,
Sylpherof The Wind Knight distorted his landing,
Thalorin The Water Knight struck,
Glacio The Ice Knight froze the space around him,
And still...
he moved.
Like instinct.
Like memory.
Like something trained far beyond human war.
Then...
For a single moment,
He broke through.
A step forward,
A pivot,
Aslash,
Light Bearer screamed,
And the Fire Knight's chest split open,
But,
It did not fall.
It reformed.
Instantly.
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The truth revealed itself.
This was not a battle of bodies.
This was a battle of concepts.
And concepts...
do not die easily.
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From afar.
Tiamatus's voice echoed again.
Not from one place.
But everywhere.
"Magnificent…"
The five knights moved again.
Faster.
Stronger.
Moresynchronized.
"Struggle…"
Lucifell vanished again,
Reappearing mid-air,
Clashing with all five,
At once.
"Dance…"
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The ocean exploded beneath them.
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"Showme…"
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The storm collapsed inward.
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"how long a fallen angel can endure."
And above it all,
Lucifell stood alone.
Against five inevitabilities.
And he did not step back.
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Sub-Chapter 10.5: When the Dead Answer
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Inside the domain...
the battle raged beyond sight.
Steel. Element. Impact.
A war of existence itself.
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Then...
Tiamatus spoke again.
This time...
With disappointment.
"...Howboring."
The five knights halted mid-motion.
Lucifell did not.
His blade cut through the space where Voltyrix the Lightning Knight stood...
but the strike passed through empty air.
They had stopped.
All of them.
Watching.
Waiting.
Then...
In perfect unison...
*They raised their hands.*
*And snapped.*
The sound did not echo.
It sank.
Down.
Through the air...
through the ocean...
into the abyss below.
For a moment...
nothing happened.
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Then...
the sea moved.
Not waves.
Not tides.
Something else.
The surface of the ocean began to bulge.
As if something beneath it...
was pushing upward.
Something vast.
Something… countless.
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Outside the domain...
ARCANA saw it first.
The water trembled.
Then split.
And from beneath...
They rose.
Hands.
Bones.
Armor.
Weapons.
Corpses.
Thousands.
From every era.
From every war.
From every forgotten grave beneath the sea.
Elves.
Humans.
Beasts.
Centaurs.
Merfolk.
Giants.
All of them...
dead.
All of them...
moving.
Their bodies were broken.
Rotten.
Half-consumed by time and pressure.
But their eyes...
glowed.
With the same cold light.
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Above them...
the five knights spoke as one.
"Rise."
And the dead obeyed.
The ocean erupted.
A thousand corpses lifted into the air...
water cascading off their bodies like rain torn upward by gravity itself.
Floating.
Suspended.
Waiting.
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Then...
the domain shattered.
The barrier that separated Lucifell...
from the world...
Collapsed.
Like glass breaking without sound.
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The war returned.
Tiamatus' presence filled the sky once more...
its voice now everywhere...
"Go."
The army moved.
Like a tide reversed.
They surged forward...
not walking...
not swimming.
Flying.
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A storm of death...
Rushing toward the shore.
Toward Mournvale.
Toward ARCANA.
For a split second...
no one moved.
Because no one...
expected this.
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Then...
Artharuk.
His voice thundered across the battlefield.
"SHIELDS!"
The Iron Vanguard moved as one.
Tower shields slammed into the ground...
forming a wall.
An unbreakable line.
Zoandrel
A grin replaced his usual clumsy expression.
"…Now this…"
His glaive lowered.
"…is a battlefield."
Behind the Centaurs...
The giants stepped forward.
Edward
His staff lifted slowly.
"…So the dead wish to burn again."
Flames gathered.
Not wild.
Controlled.
Precise.
Ramy
A cigarette fell from his mouth.
"…well…"
He stepped onto his mount.
"…this just got complicated."
Kestrel
Her eyes sharpened...
tears gone.
Focus returned.
"…formation split."
No hesitation.
Only instinct.
Xien (beneath the sea)
Her eyes opened slowly.
"…the dead disturb the depths…"
Ricky (Dread Cavalry)
"ALL CANNONS READY!"
Magic energy surged across the warship.
Vionna (Oracle)
"CHARGE!"
the griffin riders moved down below the enemy.
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And above them all.
Lucifell saw it.
The shift.
The trap.
This was never about defeating him.
This...
was about removing him from the war.
His gaze lifted.
Toward Tiamatus Knights.
"…a decoy."
The five knights moved again...
blocking his path.
And below...
The undead army crashed toward the shore.
War had begun.
And Lucifell was not where he needed to be.
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The battlefield collapsed into chaos.
Flames tore across the shoreline.
Water twisted upward into violent spirals.
Undead bodies crashed against shields like a living storm of decay.
Steel rang.
Magic roared.
Explosion screamed.
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And above it all...
Lucifell was still fighting.
Five figures.
Five inevitabilities.
Every strike he landed...
returned.
Every opening...
closed.
They did not tire.
They did not hesitate.
They did not fall.
Because they were not alive.
Lightning flashed...
and for a single moment...
Lucifell saw it.
Not the attack.
The pattern.
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Ignivar The Fire Knight struck...
but not to kill.
Sylpherof The Wind Knight followed...
But not to finish.
ThalorinThe Water Knight delayed.
Glacio The Ice Knight restricted.
Voltyrix The Lightning Knight pressured.
Not random.
Not chaotic.
Structured.
His eyes narrowed beneath the helm.
"…So that's it…"
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Another clash.
Light Bearer screamed against elemental force...
and Lucifell vanished...
reappearing above them...
Hovering.
Watching...
below...
the war unfolded.
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Iron Vanguard holding the line.
Blood Oath tearing through the first wave.
Ashen Legion preparing annihilation.
Stormbringers moving like lightning across the flanks.
Oracle assisted the front battlefield squadron.
Frost fang aimed precisely.
But still...
the undead kept coming.
Endless.
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Lucifell exhaled slowly.
Then...
He spoke.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Just once.
Through the link.
Through Alquine.
Through every mind connected to him.
"…Aim for the head."
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Silence.
For half a second.
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Then...
Understanding.
Because, the head of the undead is the place where the magic source located.
so the head must be cut-off from its body.
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Artharuk.
"…Formation shift."
Shields adjusted.
Angles changed.
No longer pushing back.
Now targeting upward.
Zoandrel
A grin split across his face.
"…Ohh yeah! Finally!."
His glaive lifted.
Not sweeping.
Piercing.
Edward
"…Of course…"
His staff rotated.
Flamescondensed.
Not wide.
Focused.
Kestrel
"…eyes and skull."
Her squad split instantly.
Precision replacing suppression.
Ramy
"…headshots, huh…"
Asmirk.
"…now we're talking."
Xien (beneath the sea)
"…control the neck…"
Currents shifted.
Bodies slowed.
Vionna (Oracle)
"Aim for the head!"
she instructed her squad.
Ricky (Dread Cavalry)
" ...Lower the energy!"
They lowered the cannon energy, to sharpening.
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Across the battlefield...
the war changed.
Arrows no longer struck bodies...
theypiercedskulls.
Blades no longer cut limbs...
theyseveredheads.
Magic no longer scattered...
itfocused.
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And now...
theundeadfell...
and did not rise.
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Above.
Tiamatus watched.
Silently.
Then...
it smiled again.
"Good…"
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The five knights moved.
Faster.
Sharper.
Deadlier.
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Lucifell lowered his blade slightly.
Rain ran down his exposed shoulder.
Blood mixed with water.
Wings spread behind him...
dark against the storm.
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Below.
ARCANA stood.
Not as soldiers.
As something else.
Something he had named.
"…Family."
The ocean roared.
The storm answered.
And beneath the eclipse...
Full scale war truly began.