«rp» Fate's Eye [7/7] ~arc 3~

( We are in a corridor right? )

I duck, taking my bow out and shooting three arrows in the direction of where the attack came from

 

Roswaal smiled and nodded. "Then let us go."

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The four of them had walked through the corridors, which were now wider and cleaner. There were many undead sentries, but none attacked them.

"Sphinx must also want to meet with me. There is no worry of the undeads attacking us."

Soon, they came to stand over a large pair of stone doors. Before Roswaal could blast it down, it slowly opened forward silently on their own.

"....how kind." Roswaal commented as they walked forward. Archibaud readied his scythe, while Carol readied her sword. She had healed herself from the wounds with a magic crystal she owned, holding healing spells.

Then.....

"There she is. Our host."

Archibaud looked up at Roswaal's words; then widened his eyes.

First of all, the room was enormous.

It was a mixture between a natural cave and manmade structure; with rows and rows of stone pillars, the whole room was lit with hundreds of bright torches on the walls.

And at the end of the room: was a large platform.

Standing there— was a little girl. With light red hair and pointed ears, she was dressed in a black cloak with red rimmings. She looked completely harmless—appearance-wise.

As soon as Archibaud laid eyes on the girl, he sensed the monstrous aura she was emitting— dark, evil and filled with malice.

"....."

For a few seconds, nobody talked. Then Roswaal smiled. "You've grown stronger, Sphinx."

The elf girl standing on the platform smiled back—in a mechanical, non-humorous way. "I do not understand if that is a praise or an insult, Margrave Roswaal M. Mathers, Roswaal K. Mathers's granddaughter."

"Hah. Still a failed experiment, I guess. Still don't understand human psychology?"

".....I hope you do not mention that. I am still incomplete—more complete than in the Demi-Human War— but incomplete nonetheless."

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@Linwood Welheart

"Ah, sorry, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Alice, just Alice. I'm an half elf, and also one of the King Candidates of Arcuntar's 47th Monarch— but my dragon-stone insignia was stolen by the Eight Fingers."

"....!" Marcus was lost for words. He didn't dare say it aloud, but he found it shocking a silver-haired half-elf joining the Royal Election. Honestly; it seemed that she had no chance amongst the other three candidates.

"And you.... who are you?" Rathius turned to the elf girl, who leapt in surprise. She stayed quiet, though.

Diabel frowned. "You have to tell us, otherwise we cannot move on. Please." He added softly.

The elf girl frowned, then opened a mouth. Only a raspy sound came out; she then pointed at her neck, which had a large scar all across horizontally.

"......you can't talk?" Diabel muttered, and the elf girl slowly nodded.

"....How terrible." Alice covered her mouth with her hands.

"Is there a way to communicate at all?" Marcus asked.

".....I have an idea." Diabel muttered. He looked around all of them. "There is a spell called «Nect», which connects all of our consciousness for a certain period of time. It will cause confusion and pain at the beginning; but we will be able to communicate to each other mentally. However, this spell works with everyone in the effect area."

 

Rathius grabs the chain and leaves it hanging.

"Goa."
Rathius lets a fireball circle the chain to dry the slime, making it fall of eventually.

 

Right then, short explosive sounds filled the air three times, and the arrows snapped mid-air. Kayde knocked into Angela from the side, bringing them both down to the ground. Holes appeared in the stone floor around them.

"Angela! Shield!" Kayde shouted.

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Okay, I'll say this straightly: this is not «Lust»'s chains. Rathius confirms this.

 

"...Do you know how to write?"
He addressed the girl.

 

"Alright. Guess I have this chain now."
He places the chain around his body, going from his right shoulder to his left waist.

"So.. How big is this effected area then?"

 

I look at him, not understanding what he meant by shield.
I make a strong whirlwind around us three, making a "shield" around us

 

I stay silent dont wanting to be the first one to make a move.

 

Conjure shield!

 

Oh...I still do the same thing.

 

The elf girl turned to Marcus, then nodded.

 

“Good. Let’s get her a stick and some dirt, or a pen and some paper. No need to risk thought invasion.”

 

"That doesn't answer my question, but atleast that's something good."

He looks at the ground.
"Maybe you can write your name in the dirt? Or we could ask those fishermen."

 

Roswaal shrugged. "Why don't you come down, Sphinx? It's hurting my neck looking upwards all the time, you know~?"

Sphinx stayed silent for a few seconds, then raised her hands. White light glowed around her body, and she floated down towards the ground. She landed gently, then faced the three of them.

"This is my revenge, Margrave Roswaal M. Mathers. I've hidden myself and took over the Eight Fingers—— just for this." Sphinx said, and there was a hint of rage in her eyes.

Roswaal widened her eyes. "You've improved since the last time, eh? At least you have some emotions." The woman smiled at the elf.

Sphinx did not smile back. Instead, she spoke slowly, with hatred. "I am here to crush you, not fight you. Do understand that."

"What....." Carol muttered.

The elf girl turned back towards the platform. "Boy; do it."

A figure stepped forward, looking down at the four of them. Carol gasped as she saw the person.

He was a young man with black slick hair, and a missing arm. He had bandages wrapped around tightly, but blood was still seeping through. He lifted an eyebrow as he met eyes with Carol.

"It seems we meet again, knight."

"Juhel.......!"

"This is our downfall, for the both of us." Juhel said curtly, then lifted his remaining hand.

"Ability: «One's Greatest Enemy is Oneself»!!"

In front of where Sphinx was standing, two ghostly shapes rose from the ground. They slowly took shapes into three human figures.

One was Roswaal, the other Archibaud with his scythe. They readied their stances next to Sphinx.

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Diabel seemed disappointed; perhaps because he couldn't use his spell. He shrugged in the end. "I guess.... that works too. Oh well, we better find something she can write with, then." Diabel said, standing up. "Anyway, let's move out of this place, at least onto the streets."

The five of them left the bank and moved up to the streets.

"This place is really....." Rathius's words trailed off as he scanned the area. The houses were old and ragged, with broken windows and/or doors, and Rathius could sense numerous eyes watching them from behind shadows. They were currently the center of attention from all around; but nobody seemed to be approaching them.

Except for one.

"Eeey, ya'all. What were ya doin' in that river?"

Turning, they saw a kid standing in the middle of the street right behind them. Rathius frowned; how had he not noticed her when she was so close?

She was a teenage girl wearing ragged clothing exposing her belly, arms and legs. She had a scarf wrapped around her neck, as well as hanging a short sword from her belt. She had short blonde hair— and bright red pupils.

 

''Well this is a first, never thought that I'd have to fight myself.'' I start to absorb as much mana as possible and go in a defensive stance and wait for the enemy to make the first move

 

"El Fula!" Angela summoned a powerful tornado in front of them, 'shielding' them three from the oncoming attacks. But.....

Bang.

Kayde had jumped in front of Angela with his shield lifted right as the explosive sound sounded again; something hard hit against the shield and cluttered to the ground.

"They've gone through the winds!?" Angela gasped.

"They weren't fast enough." Kayde muttered, reaching down while having his large shield up. He picked up the object fallen to the ground and lifted it so they could see. It was a metal ball, about 2 centimeters in diameter.

"What the hell is that...." James started to say—when a figure in front of them came into light.

A youth with brown hair was standing in front of them, wearing a large cloak completely covering his body.

"Hello there, invaders." The youth cocked his head to the side and greeted them.

 

"I can guess what we were doing there, but I rather not say that. I'll just say that we weren't chained to the bottom of the river for fun."

 

“You shouldn’t get wrapped up in what we’re doing.”

 

"Oh I don't got patience for this" I say, annoyed.
Sending the tornado around us to the boy, I try to make him hit the walls and get surprised by that. If it works, I try to cut off a limb of him with Fula

 

"And who the hell are you supposed to be?"