Fang stood for a moment and inspected her opponent, he was tall and had the look of someone who had been in a fair deal of fights, if the corpses on the ground didn't spell it out for her the reaction to her attack did. "Fang ...break him." Her master said from atop his horse, Fang only crouched and launched herself forward, intending to tackle her opponent and knock him out, she didn't feel like having a long battle with him.

"Not falling for that!" The Fanalis said as he ducked and let her sail over him, Fang rolled and jumped forward again, this time aiming a kick at his spine. "I know!" He shouted to someone before grabbing Fangs foot again and lifting her into the air before slamming her against the ground. "He's not using the sword?" Fang thought to herself as she felt a rib crack. Fang took a moment to catch her breath before jumping back to her feet and feeling the pain in her toros that said he had indeed cracked a rib.

"Now we're even." The man said to Fang as she glared at him, he had sheathed his sword and cracked his knuckles. "Fang, what's taking so long? CRUSH HIM!" Her master said causing Fang to feel fear at the thought of failure. Fang launched herself forward again, no longer trying to be gentle in capturing him, she threw her left first forward and was met by his arms crossed and blocking her strike, he followed up with a knee to her stomach and Fang retaliated with a headbutt. Both of them disengaged before rushing forward again, both managed to punch each other in the stomach and both vomited blood and the contents of their stomachs. Both Fanalis continued to do this until Fang managed to land several consecutive blows on the man, she finished her attack by grabbing his leg, spinning him around and letting go, when he landed Fang followed up by jumping through the air and landing on his stomach. Fang grabbed him by the throat and prepared to punch him again. Before she could do that however the man grabbed her arm and coughed up some blood, giving her a fairly defiant look as he did.

"I could kill him if you let me…...one good hit is all I'd need." Altair said to the woman, she had managed to kick his ass, this was all he could think of doing, getting her to think about freedom. "There is no freedom from this hell." She said before moving her first back, Altair groaned before he brought his free arm up and caught her fist with it, he felt the bones break from the force and saw the surprise on her face before kicking her in the leg, watching it buckle underneath her. "Run Altair." Shiva said with worry. Altair quickly began to run before putting as much of his remaining strength into his legs, jumping towards the dungeon and leaving the Fanalis behind.

Fang lay on the ground, wondering what had just happened as the sound of hoofs came up from her side. Her master had dismounted and stood over her, his face was calm but she could see the rage in his eyes as he worked his jaw. "Get up. And bring me. That. FANALIS!" He screamed, Fang felt something stir in her she had not felt in years. "Yes master." She meekly said before standing back up, feeling all of her own injuries begin to ache.

"Was that….rage?" Fang asked herself as she lept through the air, trying to close the distance between her and her quarry. Fang began to think about what he said to her before sacrificing an arm to escape her. "One good hit." She said quietly, Fang was so wrapped up in thought that she almost didn't see the ball of flame coming right at her. "What?!" She exclaimed after landing and rolling to her feet, Fang looked at the stairs to the massive tower and saw a woman standing at the top of them with a staff, several more fireballs floated behind her in a half circle. "What is she?" Fang thought as she tried to jump back in the air, only for a fireball to barely miss her shoulder. Fang began to run forward, another fireball landed in front of her, Fang continued her charge forward and hopped to the side to avoid the blast from the next few fireballs that the woman sent at her. Her target had already reached the stairs at this point and had reached the halfway point. "I can catch him!" Fang thought to herself as she avoided another fireball, her speed increased with the elation she felt.

"Altair, she's catching up to us!" Lucia shouted from the top of the stairs, Altair turned back and saw that despite the barrage of fireballs the woman hadn't slowed down. "Damnit, I might have to do that." Altair sighed, he turned around and placed his good hand on the choker that contained Shiva. "Finally, here I thought you would only ever try to use that oaf Bahamut." Shiva said, Altair noticed some pride mixed in her voice. "O spirit of Frost and Tactics! Grant me your power that I might become a great and terrible magus!" Altair shouted feeling the familiar drain of his stamina, he felt a tingle cover his entire body followed by a cold that felt warm. "I would recommend this my king." Shiva said, a series of words flashed in Altairs mind followed by several images. "That works." Altair said, a grin spreading across his now dark skin and his icy blue eyes opening to see his target standing a few feet from him.

Fang had barely managed to stop herself from tripping up the stairs, she had heard the man shouted something and had dug her heels into the ground before reaching him, his skin had gone from fair to a dark shade and his hair changed from the usual red the their race was known for to a light blue which slowly changed to white near the end, even his eyes were different. "What the?" Fang asked as she felt cold creeping into her bones. "Sorry, but I'm not going to let you take me back to your master." He spat, the word master was filled with venom. Fang felt the previous elation drain away to fear as she tried to take a step only for her feet to be encased in ice that didn't seem to want to break. "BASTARD!" She shouted, feeling tears roll down her face only to freeze on her cheeks, he had turned away from her and raised his arms in the air, massive spikes of ice broke through the stairs and blocked off the most direct route to him. Fang screamed in frustration and fear. "What's your name girl?" The man asked her after she stopped. "Fang." She replied meekly, on reflex from year of having the name being repeated by her master, she had long forgotten the name her mother and father gave her.

"Your master gave you that name didn't he?" The man asked, Fang felt rage build up as her lip began to quiver and she struggled against the ice. "Since you told me your name Fang I'll tell you mine, make sure your master hears it. Tell him that Altair the Red will never bow to a slaver like him." Altair said, making Fang's mouth drop as she heard both the name and declaration made by him.

Altair finished climbing the stairs and approached the massive doors that marked the entrance to Stolas. "What the hell is this?" Argyle asked Altair, clearly talking about the partial Djinn Equip. "Something that won't last long so we need to get inside now." Altair said, holding out a hand to the door while grabbing Lucia with the other, Argyle followed suit. "About damn time we reached this thing." Altair thought to himself as the door opened and light engulfed the three of them.

Fang watched the spikes shatter before her and the shackles that kept her from moving do the same. "Well then...I can't say I blame you for failing me, come along my dear, it seems we must follow them." Her master said.

Fang stood up and took a step forward, knowing full well that her master wanted her to head up the steps. "Excellent my dear, the dungeon should soften him up for you." Her master said as he followed her up the stairs and to the massive door. "I believe we simply need to take a step through." He said, Fang placed a hand on the door and took a step back when it began to open outward and reveal what looked like a starry night sky.

"Let's get a move on Fang." Her master said, Fang took a breath and stepped inside.

Lucia dragged herself out of the pool of water and collapsed on the soft ground, feeling leaves under her back as she tried to catch her breath, the Dungeons entrance had dropped her and the others into a pool of warm water, and due to her robes Lucia had nearly drowned before she could get them off, she now wore the tunic and baggy trousers she had worn underneath to try and keep the morning chill out.

"Always a damn pool of some kind." She muttered as she felt the warm sun begin to dry her out, she considered entering the pool to get her robe and letting it dry on a rock if she could. "Wait, where are the others?" She said, feeling some panic as she remembered that Altair was heavily injured and Argyle would have had to drag him out of the pool as well as get himself out.

"Lucia! Get over here girl!" Lucia sat up quickly upon hearing the voice, it was Argyle's and now that she was listening she heard someone growling, she assumed it was Altair. Lucia quickly stood up and began to run over to where Argyle was, on the forest clearing they found themselves in Lucia could see them clearly, Altair was on the ground, his eyes closed and his teeth clenched in pain as he held his broken arm, it was swollen and turning blue. "Damnit, we can't fix this Argyle!" She shouted, feeling some despair as she took note of how many injuries Altair had sustained. "Not even with your magic?" The older man asked, his own brow furrowed. "I can only make some fire balls." Lucia said as Altair growled again.

"Oh my, you don't look so well good sir." Someone said, Lucia looked around but saw no one. "Who said that?" Lucia asked, already trying to draw on the inner flame she envisioned when using magic, a few fireballs materialized around her in a semi circle, Lucia remembered how things turned out in Bahamut and was ready for an attack, She noticed Argyle reaching for his own weapons as well.

"Such hostility towards your host, it makes me think you've been in another Dungeon belonging to a Djinn who enjoyed battle." The voice responded to their actions. "Who are you?" Argyle asked, he and Lucia stood back to back trying to keep Altair safe. Their answer came with a massive gust of wind as a gargantuan bird with moss hanging from its back and a small patch of fungi with the smallest mushroom being larger than Lucia on it's back landed before them, it looked like a harpy eagle beneath the vegetation, with feathers in varying shades of yellow, red, and orange as opposed to the coloration the birds usually had, and its eyes shone gold and silver, like the sun and moon respectively.

"Who am I? I am the master of this Dungeon, the spirit of Revelry and Wretched Knowledge! I am none other than the great Djinn Stolas!" The creatures voice boomed throughout the clearing and made Lucia and Argyle cover their ears, her flames dissipating and Argyle's axes falling to the ground, Altair continued to writhe on the ground. "Or rather, I am but an extension of my true self, which resides deeper within the Dungeon, I came because the entrance was opened and because I heard the cries from that young fellow over there and thought to myself "Perhaps he needs some aid." The bird said, Lucia was still in awe at what she was seeing. "It appears that I was not wrong." Stolas continued, taking a few steps towards Altairs form, the ground shaking slightly at his approach. "It would be poor form if the king vessel did not stand a chance at getting to me, so I shall this one time heal his injuries so that you may all continue, do not expect this kindness again." Stolas said, Lucia watch as he held out a wing and a ray of light enveloped Altair, the many injuries on his body began to disappear as though they had never been there, save for some scars.

"Th-thank you, oh mighty Stolas." Lucia said, giving the Djinn controlled bird a curtsey in response to the kindness shown, compared to Bahamut, Stolas was already far more to her liking. "Think nothing of it, I enjoy it when someone tries to conquer the Dungeon, and for them to be unable to even make the attempt is both unfair, and not entertaining." The bird said with what Lucia could assume was a chuckle. "I bid you welcome." It said before flying off into the air, leaving Lucia looking at nothing.

"What the hell was that?" Altair asked from his position on the ground. "The master of the dungeon." Lucia replied, wasting no time with any attempt at explaining what they just saw. "Well..I'm glad he did that, I feel more healthy than I have since I was a little kid." Altair said, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. He truly did feel pains from various parts of his body that had never truly left him fade away, most important was the fact that he no longer felt the pain of broken bones from his last fight.

"We should get moving before those two figure out how to get in." Argyle said, Altair stood up, accepting Lucia's hand and stretching his back and looking around the clearing they found themselves in, the leaves on the trees were varying shades of yellow, orange, and red. The sky itself seemed to be in a never ending sunset with a brilliant shade of orange that slowly faded into red and then light pink the further towards the horizon Altair looked.

Fang stood in a clearing in what looked like a forest in autumn, she had little trouble getting out of the pool of water she and her master had found themselves in after entering the dungeon and she now was looking for signs of their prey, but so far she had found none.

"See anything my dear?" Her master asked her, his tone was polite but Fang knew he was on edge by the quiet of the woods and annoyed that she hadn't found them yet.

"No." Fang said simply, if their prey had arrived at this location then they had somehow been able to mask all signs that they had been there, "They couldn't have, the woman used fire and the prey used ice." Fang thought to herself as she kept looking, hoping they had missed even a small detail of their passage, she was so focused on her task she did not notice what sounded like thunder and the soft breeze turn into a gale, yet the sky remained clear and beautiful, until her master began to panic and ran towards her.

"You will find no trace of those who entered my home before you, young lady. For I have put you in a different location on this floor for my amusement." A loud boisterous voice said, Fang looked up as the was the direction she realized something large was coming from and her mouth fell open at the sight of a massive bird making as if to land in the clearing.

"Who dares?!" Her master yelled from behind Fang as the bird finally landed and stretched it wings, Fang took note of it odd colors and the plants hanging off it, but what she noticed that was most important to her, was the intelligence behind its glowing eyes.

"You speak to Stolas, the master of this dungeon and the Spirit of Revelry and Wretched Knowledge!" The bird said while spreading its massive wings, Fang thought it looked rather magnificent in the light of the sky and the clearing. "Now that we have more than one group of challengers I must change the goal of this floor it seems." Stolas said,Fang took note of how it seemed amused by that idea on its own.

"What?" Fang asked quietly, she was confused by the creature standing before her and now it mentioned games and a challenge like a child who only cared for those things. Stolas cocked its head to the right and squawked before speaking. "I think a race to the necropolis would be best for you and the other Fanalis who entered but a while ago, before that however your injuries must be dealt with, it would be poor form of me to heal his wounds and not yours." It said while extending a massive wing out and letting a massive golden cloud drift over Fang, she felt her injuries from her previous fight stop throbbing and other various injuries from her life feel less of a hindrance than they had previously been within a few seconds of breathing in the spores.

"There, now the race will be simple enough, you must reach my necropolis at the heart of the dungeon in order to prove you are worthy of my power, however I will present both groups with challenges to overcome along the way. Is that agreeable?" Stolas asked its head cocked to the left as it looked at Fang with one of its massive eyes. "Yes, so long as I get to choose what happens to the other group should they fail." Fangs master said, finally snapped out of his stunned silence.

"Very well." The bird replied, bowing its head before slowly spreading it wings to take off once more. "Best of luck challengers!" It said from above as it flew away, Fangs attention turned from the sky to the forest as the trees formed a path at the edge of the clearing "Come my dear, we have a dungeon to clear." Her master said as he regained his composure and swaggered towards the path in the trees, Fangs began to follow, catching up and assuming a position in front in order to act as the first line of defence for her master.

Altair let out a grunt as he moved yet another massive tree out of the path, despite being a Fanalis these trees had proven to be a struggle to move even with his raw strength, and Lucias magic failed to burn through them in a decent amount of time. "That damn pigeon! Giving them a chance to catch up like this!" Altair thought as he stood up slowly to toss the tree off to the side.

"Stolas has been known to enjoy his games, in his mind this is perfectly fair, use my power Altair and these trees should prove easier to move." Shiva replied, Altair found himself agreeing with her at the idea and held his hand out at the next tree, only five feet from the previous one, this time he pictured a ramp made of ice, steep enough to make the tree slide down the hill to his left. He smiled as the tree vanished and tore down several more as it did.

"That worked well, Shiva come up with it?" Argyle asked as the three of them continued to walk, no longer slowed by the trees they had spent the better part of an hour clearing, though it was difficult to tell given the eternal sunset they found themselves in. "The idea to use her power was hers, I figured the rest of it on my own." Altair replied, keeping an eye out for any more tricks by Stolas that could be considered worse than what they had already encountered. "The worst he could do is force a confrontation between you and that woman again." Lucia said from her position between Altair and Argyle, the path was wide enough to walk on at a good pace but not enough to let them walk three abreast.

"True." Altair replied, he didn't exactly want to face her in a fight again. "Are you afraid of a little girl who doesn't know freedom anymore?" Shiva asked, she sounded amused by Altairs concern. "She is better at me when it comes to a brawl, you saw that yourself." Altair thought, feeling his torso and being surprised that every injury, external and internal had been healed by the massive bird. "True, she did throw you about a fair deal, of course you also weren't prepared for her." Shiva replied, her tone as calm and confident as ever. "I have an idea for fighting her now, not sure how it'll work but I don't have much choice." Altair thought, certain his plan would work long enough for him to gain the upper hand in the inevitable fight, but still concerned about how she could throw that plan into disarray.

Altair stopped quickly as he heard the sound of rocks and dirt and trees moving and looked in shock as a large hill off to his left began to shake and move. "What the hell is that?" Argyle asked as what had once been a hill turned into a massive aurochs, covered in rocks and plant matter instead of the vines and mushrooms growing on the bird Stolas had used to speak with them. "Beautiful." Lucia said as the three of them watched the creature take several steps forward and lower its head to drink from a massive lake below them.

Altair was about to respond when he noticed something off, there was a distant noise that sounded like an explosion, he felt his heart stop beating for several seconds before he saw her, the woman he had fought jumped on top of the aurochs head leapt into the air, high enough to get the speed for her kick to the back of the aurochs neck to provide enough force to kill it in one go, the sound of its neck breaking was audible from the distance they were from it. "How the hell are you supposed to fight someone like that?" Argyle asked in order to fill the silence that followed the display of power before them.

"Gonna need a new plan." Altair growled as he resumed walking.

Fang pulled her arm out of the chest of a massive tree like creature that had come charging at her from the woods shortly after she killed the aurochs with a swift kick to the base of its skull, she killed the first one easy enough but soon she and her master had been fighting off several dozen of them after. "These are easy enough to kill but there are too damn many!" Her master said as Fang kicked the glowing red heart out of another tree man and used its broken form to knock several more behind it to the ground, her master had just pulled his sword out of another one. "We should make to leave this part of the woods and hope they don't follow!" He shouted, Fang looked back and nodded, before punching and kicking the hearts out of the two that had reached her from the encirclement they found themselves in. "Hold on." Fang said quietly, grabbing her master and jumping into the air, evading the long arms of the tree men and jumping again once they touched the ground.

"Thank you my dear." Her master said after Fang set him down, both of them were out of breath from their encounter, Fang because of how much effort she had put in for the day on its own, and her master because he had not truly fought for himself in many years, or at least for as long as Fang was broken and loyal to him. "He would be easy to kill." Fang realized, her eyes widened as the thought crossed her mind. "There's nothing out there but more people who will enslave me, im better off where I am, even that man is likely a slave." She thought to herself, feeling some small comfort at that idea, small comforts were all she could afford.

"Alright, I think that's a good enough rest, and those things don't seem to follow us, can you hear them?" Her master asked, Fang took a moment to listen for the sounds of their footsteps and only heard silence. "No, I don't hear them." Fang replied. Her master nodded and began to walk towards another path that opened up. "At least the bird lets us know the way forward." Fang thought to herself as she quickly caught up to her master and walked ahead of him once more.

Altair swung his blade in a downward arc through the living tree and quickly stabbed a second one through the center of its chest, withdrawing his blade as the creature slowly slid to the ground, He turned and saw several more slump to the ground with massive holes in them from where the glowing red hearts had exploded from the heat inside them rising as Lucia set them alight, Argyle in the meantime had simply begun hacking them apart with his axes until the heart was revealed and he could strike it. "Watch out." Shiva said calmly as Altair stepped to the side and cut the massive trunk of an arm off of a tree that had tried to sneak up on his, followed by thrusting his blade into the side of the tree and seeing the red pits that were its eyes fade to black, he had hit the heart.

"They are surprisingly soft!" Lucia shouted as she avoided a tree that had gotten close to her and used the end of her staff to pierce its heart. "Wonder why!" Altair shouted back as he cut another one in half across were a humans waist would be and ran his blade through its heart. "Does it matters? There's plenty to kill!" Argyle shouted from the pile of timber he had created as he buried an axe in another one's heart.

"The better question is where they came from!" Lucia shouted over the roar of flame coming from her staff as several more trees were lit on fire and their heart burst inside them soon after. "Probably that damn aurochs being killed!" Altair said as the skin on his right arm turned dark and he impaled five more on large icicles, he quickly let his arm return to normal as he jumped back towards Lucia and Argyle, who had been standing back to back. "it's likely, they weren't much of a problem until we got off the hill and found this clearing!" Lucia replied, she let out another burst of flame that stopped short before nearly collapsing. "Damnit." Altair said, cutting down two more of the trees as he helped Lucia steady herself, he was starting to feel fatigued himself from the constantly replenished numbers.

"Use Bahamut." Shiva said flatly, drawing Altairs attention from the fight "You want me to burn the whole damn forest down?" He thought, running another tree through in the meantime. "Only the portion they seem to be coming from, cut off reinforcements from this clearing and then deal with the remaining foes." Shiva replied, showing Altair images of someone using a similar tactic long ago. "Got it." Altair said, loud enough to get the attention of his allies.

"Shiva come up with a plan?" Argyle asked, as the three of them fought yet another wave off. "Yeah, give me some time and be ready to make some fire Lucia!" Altair shouted as he used his shoulder to remove his blade from a tree and sent it rolling down the pile of timber they had retreated to. "Get off this thing too!" He shouted as he jumped down and held his blade in front of his face, the star near the cross guard glowing brilliantly. "Oh hell." Altair heard Argyle say as he and Lucia took up positions in front and behind him.

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Altair began to envision the same dark red flame from that night several months ago at the villa as he began to say the chant which came naturally to him, keeping his mind devoid of everything but his rage and the flame that embodied it "O Spirit of Cinder and Wrath! Hear my plea and grant me thy power that I might reave bloody vengeance upon those who bring injustice! Grant me the power of a great and terrible magus!" Altair said the words in both his mind and from his mouth, he felt the flames licking at him, but not burning him, he was aware of Lucia and Argyle moving away from him and several of the trees near his being turned into cinders as the flames of Bahamut touched them, and then the air become devoid of air only briefly as the massive pillar of flame withdrew into the scorched plate armor he now wore, Altair had passed out the last time he succeeded in using his Djinn equipped, but this time he was not out of magoi, and the glowing birdlike creatures he usually saw when using it were much more numerous than usual too.

"You should be able to fly with those Altair." Shiva said, Altair felt a new set of muscles in his upper back twitch and he realized they were a pair of bat like wings, easily capable of getting him into the air. Altair let them spread out and gathered some strength to launch himself into the air, he saw the area around where he stood was a circle of scorched grass and burnt out trees, as well as piles of ash from the initial inferno "Torch the perimeter so that any others that are coming are burned or flee, then return to the ground to finish the rest off." Shiva instructed, showing Altair a more accurate image of her plan, Altair nodded as he lifted his sword, now black as night and the chips and scratches along the surface glowing red as though it had been super heated and began to say something in a language he could not understand yet knew the purpose of, Altair flew around the clearing perimeter after his blade became engulfed in the dark red flame that had previously surrounded him and watched as the treeline quickly caught flame, and another wave of trees crossed through, already falling apart as the unnatural flame took hold and turned them to cinder.

Altair grinned as he saw what he could do with the power of a djinn before feeling something trickle from his eye and evaporate on his cheek, he also stopped seeing colors at that moment. "Land and unequip the armor! You don't have enough control over your magoi to keep it up for long!" Shiva shouted in Altairs mind, her voice filled with dread and worry as Altair dropped to the ground and exited the djinn equip, as he got on his hands and knees Altair felt bile rise in his throat as more blood welled up from his eye sockets, and left his ears, He was aware of Lucia and Argyle running towards him and a lack of trees. Altair tried to speak but only felt the blood and bile in his throat rise, he vomited rather than let it remain in him. "Damn." He thought as he lost consciousness.

Fang took several deep breaths after finally outrunning the dark red flames which had engulfed part of the forest with her master in her arms, she was the faster and stronger of the two so she of course had to carry him through the burning forest.

"Damn that djinn for not warning us how easy this blasted forest catches fire!" Her master said as he also caught his breath, he ran for a brief time but was still out of shape, and the smoke from the fire was thick as well. "Those flames were peculiar as well, dark red?" He continued to muse as he let his nerves settle, Fang was more worried about who could have made them, the woman with her prey could create fire but hers was normal looking, the prey could also create ice and his appearance DID change when he did so. "Can he create fire as well?" She asked herself, wondering how such a thing was possible.

Any further thoughts on the matter left her head as she heard the familiar booming voice of the bird from earlier once more.

"HAHAHAHA! What an excellent start to this race! The mighty aurochs, felled in a single blow! An entire army of my ents, slaughtered in the wake of its death! Destruction on a grand scale! You have all entertained me in your endeavours to survive, Though it is time we moved on to something that needs far less brawn. After you take an evening to rest of course!" The bird said, as Fang let out a breath she did not realize she had been holding in, her master did the same.

"Brawn, i'm not so great at, brains however, I am." He said, smiling at Fang as she looked over at him. "How polite of him to let us rest after that whole sordid affair with the trees as well." Her master continued, snapping his fingers to let Fang knew she would have to watch for any creatures that may try to attack at night.

Lucia sat down heavily on a log, Argyle had used some of the remaining ents as Stolas had called them to create a fire for the night as the sun finally seemed to set, Altair was sleeping, she had been horrified once more to see him bleed so heavily from what should have been a simple thing to do. "If the stories from Sinbad are true then he should have little problems using that power." She thought to herself as she watched him breath in and out, slowly. "Perhaps Fanalis can't use magic as long as a normal human can? Less magoi in favor of their physical strength?" She thought as she watched his face twisted in pain, whether it was physical or a nightmare she could not tell.

"Hopefully, he recovers fast." Lucia said out loud, not dwelling on the thought of such a handicap any longer. "Hopefully that bird comes back to check up on us." Argyle replied, handing Lucia some dried meat and a water skin to drink from. "He didn't seem to have any internal damage, beyond his eyes, ear and throat bleeding." Lucia replied after taking a bite of the meat and drinking some water, she passed the skin back to Argyle, who took a drink from it.

"Whatever he used it sure was strong, too bad it leaves him a bloody mess after." Argyle said, Lucia nodded in agreement, wishing she could speak with Shiva to learn more about how a djinn equip worked. "Theres nothing we can do other than wait for him to wake up and for day to break, however long Stolas has made his nights here of course." Lucia said, taking another bite of meat after.

Finally had a few days to sit and work on this story again, hope you enjoy this chapter.