Velvet Abyss

The two parties sized each other Lucian was a muscular man and Mari would be reluctant to face him on her own but with Tyrian and the others at her side, she felt a surge of confidence.

“I read that most Mercenaries are melee fighters, not mages, draw your weapon already.” Tyrian chided

Lucian stretched taking his sweet time before answering Tyrian with a blunt retort, “I only unsheathe my steel when needed and believe me it won’t be necessary to dispense piss ants like you.”

“Cocky Old Man! Here Eat this.”

Tyrian vaulted high into the air before crashing down splitting the ground on impact, Lucian had vanished in the span of a blink bedazzling and bewildering everyone. But Mari was the first to notice where the commander had repositioned too.

“The Hell?” Tyrian said in disbelief, Lucian was on the roof behind Madoka who was so focused on providing sniper fire that she had noticed his presence looming behind her.

“When there’s an enemy sniper they’re always the first target of the attack,” Lucian said condescendingly as he grabbed Madoka by throat and suspended her in the air squeezing like a vice.

“Let her go!, Flare Magic: Ashen Rain!”

A beam of pale light struck the area the two were standing but Lucian easily dodged will still strangling Madoka.

“Tyrian, I need you to throw me with all your strength, right now,” Mari demanded.

“You got it, Go get that bastard!”

“Whatever you’re scheming won’t work, optimistic fools.” Cordelia mocked while continuing her assault on the door.

“Tyr, Lili, You two protect the door, I’ll handle Mr Strangle!” Mari instructed seconds before being hurled through the air by Tyrian his strength really was beyond ridiculous.

I can’t use Duvalie and I need to conserve my Ballum but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a trick or two up my sleeve, let's hope those extracurricular lessons with Hideto were worth it.

“Void Magic: Inanis Grieves” Donning her gauntlets and grieves Mari barreled towards Lucian who was strangling the life out of Madoka. “Let go of her motherfucker.” She howled as she launched a sharp punch aimed for his head.

The blow missed its mark but it was enough for Lucian to relinquish his grip causing Madoka to plummet to the ground below, luckily enough Tyrian has quick reflexes and was able to catch her in the nick of time.

“Hmm, so this is void magic, intriguing.”

“Come closer and have a little taste, you bastard.”

“If you’re offering then, I’m happy to oblige.”

Lucian closed the distance between them with lightning speed unleashing a swift onslaught of powerful punches and kicks, even blocking the strikes with my grieves did naught to diminish the impact of his blows, smashing his hands against magical iron, was he even human?

Even with his inhuman strength and endurance if she could just land a clean strike to his head she could discharge some gale magic and sever his head clean off, she waited for her opportunity to strike and seized when it presented herself.

Quickly ducking a sweeping kick Mari pivoted and leapt channelling Gale magic over the gauntlets she prepared to end the fight. “Predictable!” Lucian evaded Mari’s blow and counter-attacked with a kick to the stomach the impact sent her careening into through a wall and almost crashing to the ground below.

The searing pain was intense as could feel her ribs were broken and blood was running from her mouth, she had never been hit that hard in her life but now wasn’t the time to give up. Mari could hear the thundering footsteps of Lucian approaching her and shivered at the death he represented.

“You got me good, real good I’ll give ya that.”

“Stay still and I’ll make your passing painless”

“Choke on a dick, I ain’t dying here, I still need to avenge her, and help my friends,” Mari grunted struggling to her feet.

Placing her hand gently over her stomach Mari uttered the only healing magic she could recall in the heat of the moment “Hygeia” A soft emerald light washed over the area and the pain dulled and her wounds slowly but surely healed.

“Your moxie is admirable, but what friends are you fighting for?”

“What?” Mari turned to look down and was horrified.

Lilith, Tyrian and Madoka were all petrified turned into stone statues all the while Cordelia made progress in opening the courtyard doors. Mari flashed back to Shikishima village and felt the urge to kill rise in her body then she heard the voice for the first time

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̶̢̫̼̪͎̺͙̬͐̓͐̽̈́̋̔͌̾̓̀́͐́͌̍̄̀̋̑̔́̂̾́̆͗̂͐̊̈́̈́̍͘͜͝b̵̨̨̲͎̹̣͈͈̯͓̖̜̱͉͉̪͔͚͈͓̱̜̦̼͇͓̱̤́͋̀̄͂̉̋͑͂̂̌͜͜͠͝ò̴̡̧̧̢͕̟̭̟̗̞̪͍̻̥̜̱̩͉͙̬̪̹̯̰̪͇̥̗͎̳̪͚̗͕͕͉͎͓̠́̚ņ̷̧̛̛̼͚̰̞͓̤̱̟̭͂̀̎̃͆̎̈̆͗̃́̌̾̍̄̈́̎̄̉̉̓̏̇̽̇͑̈́̈́̅͊͑̅̎̀̾͋̎͛͛͝͝͝ͅé̸̡̛͚̮͇͙̟͓̙̖̱͙͈͔̹̣̯̦͚̞͕̭̳̼̰͇̮̘̠̰͉̖̝̺͕̘̜̹͇͔̰̯́̇͑̉̊͝͝͝ͅs̴̢̛̛̩̩͈̘̱̜̳̣̼̤͕͇̳̭̊̃̒̈́͋́̇̃́̎̌̓̇̒͑͗̌̇̀̓̅̀̆͌̿́̈́̾́̄̔̈́̌͌̍̌̓́̌̚͝͝͠͝͝ ̸̧̨̧̗͔͉̯̯͍̖͇̜̦̮̝̯̞̌́͐̍́́̇ͅţ̸̨̨̤͇̗͚̩̗̗̝̭͇̯̘̜̖͈͈̣̙̻̭͈̰̯̖͇͔̫͇͉̮͔̯̯̆͊̀͐̂̑͋̾̈́̓̑̂̅́̔̽̿̀̋̊̆̌̀͂̍̀͘ͅͅͅo̴̧̨̧̨̪͔̩̘͇̫̟̗̟̮̜̣͇̹̥̹̣͓̼̮̠̙̙̜̬͚͚͚͇̱̤͊̒́̒͒̔̓̈̍̋̂̿̑̕͜͠ ̴̳̥̖̩̲̮̩͇͛͒̆̏̂͒̀͌̇͗̇͋̎͘͜͜͝͝ḓ̸̢̛̪̮̬͉͓͖̼̻̫͚̺̩̤͈͚̻̞̫̱͖͕̣̺͖͕̱̮̇̐̒̈́̎̓̈́̑̉̏̍͆́͂̋̀͗̌̔̌͋̄̅̅̑́̾̏͋̋́̌̈̊͂̔͊͑̈́̔̾͘̚͘͜͠ͅͅu̷̡͇̲̖͔͑͌̎̆̓̿̌̎̈́̉͘s̸̲̠̣̦̹̲͈̪͎̻̬͈̮̥̻͕̟͖͍̽͂̿̈́͋͒̀̾̉̇̉̈́̔́̆̊̔͊̈̆́̌̏͌̑̅͆͆̎͂̋̀̋̓̋̈́̃͂͘͝͝ţ̷̢̨̢̝͎̻̻͍̖͉͎͎͉̣̻͚͇̲̝̜͉̤̗͓͕̘͉͕̮̈̏̃̍̽̈́͋̏̊̾̓̐̈̽̒́̿̾̆ͅ,̴̞̏̄̌̋͗̀̎͆̄̌̾͛͌͗̕͝ ̶̛͈͓̞͙̻͙͎̗̖̍̌̓͆͒̈͒̋̍̈͌̎̔͌̔̿̈́̆̄̓̐̏́̽̕̚̚͜͝͠͝e̵̛͇̠͛̇͌̋̑͒̿̑̍͌̍͋͌̓̊͌̑̎͑̽͋͌̒͆͒̆͛͘͜͠x̴̛̮͎̗̲̪͙̩̙͇̭͉̻̱̼̟̬̠͈͚̭͈̜̫̪̱͈̞̳̱͓̟͍̳̖͖̼̾͆̓͐̊̇̿̑̐̅͊̈́̽͑̋̒͑̆͆̀͜͝ͅt̸̢̨̻̤̩̃į̶̢̧̨̞̪̬̲̞̹̫̠͚̺̦̲͖̬̙̦̙͚̬̮͙͓̤͉̘͕̻̪̺̪̲͉̭̦̜̈́͒̈́̃̀̆̃͊͒̈́̃̍́͂̇̆̏́͛́̒̀͌͒̃́̉̊̍͛͊͗̂͑͌͑̈͑͘̚͘̕̕͘͘͝͠ͅn̷̨̡̢̢̧̡̛̼̗̙̰̟̘̬͎̹̰̦̫̥̲̦̪̖̞͈̙̭͓̞̬͈̻̻̓́̀͑̾͜͝͝ͅg̵̠͚͓̻̤̠̅͌̍̀̈́̍͂̓̈̅͋͌̀́̔̕͝ữ̸̡̳̈͒̈͂̈͆̈͗̾̃̀̆̉̄̅̋́͒̽͐̒͘͝͝i̸̟̙̤̩̪͍̞̖͔̲̝̮̬̬̣͈̖̬͕̮̼͔̰̰̥̼̗͈̭͗̓̓̈́̒̏͗̿͗̎̕͜͝͝ͅͅͅṣ̴̢̡̡̛̛̩̳̭̻̞̣͍͈̖̲̥͕̮̪̰͕̰̠̠̹̗͈̗̱͚̫͎̝̩̑͗͗̔̍͐̃̏̈͜͜ͅͅh̸̨̤̥̱̩̤̪̳̻͖͊̈̆̉̓͛̓͗͗̋̒̉̈́͒̆̃̂͂̈́̍̊̂̄͘͘͜͝ ̴̨̧̧̧̛̼̞̳͔̥̜̬͖͙͍̺̫̺̦͒̊̈̄̄͋̽̃̂̌̓̀̎̀̚̕ţ̸̡̧̛̮͙̹̹͎̗̼̞̱̪̙̯͙̜̬͙̫̜̫̞̻̩̲̣̲̼̟͈͎̯͈͇͕̜̇̋̀̒͑̏̐̒̽͒͑͂͐͊͂̇̑́̔̏̓̃̌͊̊̐̒̂́̌̕̚͘̕͘͜͜͝͝͠͠h̷̡̢̡̢̨̢̛̰͈̖̻͙͓̭͈̤̭̮͉̦̺͓̘̠͋̃͆̿̊͛̉̋̑̄̈́̉̈́͛͗̓͛̒̅̽͆̈́̊͐̓͗̉̇̆́̉͗͛͐́̑͋̔͛̒͘̚͜͠e̶̡̡̬͚͈̗͍̪̙͖̘̰̘͖̦̘̦͙̠̝̬͙͔̓̆̋͐͐́̽́̚ͅi̶̧̡̧̨̨̢̡̗͎͓̙̟͉̖̣̱̲͇̼̼̤̻̖̹̲̳̮̳͉̥̼̮͚͎̲̭̲̥͙̜̖̲͖̤̪̅͜͜ŗ̴̢̛̛͚̲̪͇̻̠͚̳̼͇̲͈̱̩͓̪̗̺̠̗̯̯̤̜̹͕̫̼͚̹̞̰͙͔͕̾̆̀̆̆͗͒̾̒̌̀͊̈́͛͂̿͆̔̆̃̃̉̏͆͛̀̑͌̀͛̓́̔̆̔̆̃͠͠͠ͅͅͅ ̴̧̻̜̥͔͈̿͂͑̍̍̑͝v̷͍̓̍͆̄̾͐͋̊̉͒͂̓̽̇̃̔̋̂̂̿͋͑̅̂̑̇̈́̈͆͌̀̇̓̉̕̕͠ę̶̣̟̥̯̻̺͖̤̲̝̘̙̹̹̣͎̯̾̇͊͘͘͜r̶̡̛̗̪̘̤̜̞̅̄͜͝ÿ̸̨̛̭̥̮͖̤̬̪̜̟͇̰̲̹̥̜͍̱̤̘͎̣̹̭̻̯̺̳̱̹́͊̒̉́̉̈́ͅ ̵̡̨̧̢̛̛͚͎͇̘̥̘̟̪̲͉͖̻̩̭̻̫̫̳̩̤͇̲͚̣̭̜̒͛̈́̿̈́̈̾͗͌̅̅̆̏͋͂̏͊͆̐́̈́̎̓̆͋̋̔͌̏̾̀̒̚̚͘͘̕͘̚͜͜͠͠͝͝͝ͅs̷̡̨̢̡̛̳̲̙͕͚͕͓̦̰̰̼͕̯͉̦̩̬̜͓͇̫̥̭̥̼̝͖̪̠̻̠͎̣̫͈̟̺͚̟͎͍̭̱͆͑͑̋̽̎͌̃͗̈̉͐̑́͆͑͊̃͊̈́̽̚̕͝͝ö̸̯̖́̑̊͂̽̾̊͂̎͐̔̂͗̚̚̚ư̵̛̞̪̭̈́̑̾̏͋̓̏̏̈̇̈́̀̓̏͌̂̃͂͌̂̀̌̈̋̃͑͊̿̄͐̈́̀̀̚̕̚͝͝͝͝ļ̵̛͕̞͖̳̉̍̓̈́͛̓̈́͊́̆͑̅̾̆͌̀̀͛̑͋̔͒̈́͒̋͐͘̕͜͠͠ş̶̦̝̱̪̪̼̮͔͒͑̍̔̃̊̆̾,̶̡̡͉͔̣͔̟̖͍̩̘͖̳̖̙̔̋̔̈̽̔͗̋̆͂̋͌͆̕͝͝͝ͅ ̵̨̨̯̤̺̩̱̺̳̤͉̳͔̯̗̙̻̟̋̀̍̐́̈̄̍̿́͗̀͌̊͒͋̈́̿͂̓̀̀̒͋̒̈́͒̇͌͊̀̿̀͋̊̃͗͛̇͊͐̎̕̕ę̷̨̫̰͔̗̳͚̟̫̳̮͙͉̪͖̜̺̪̩͔̪̩̠͎̪̼̻̹̪̠͍̤̤̟̈́̔̽̈͗̀̈͆͂͌̀̀͆̍͆̊̉̂̈̄͂̇̓̉͛͋̆͒͑̕̕͜͠͝ͅâ̵̢̢̬͔͓̘͔̝̦͎̝̯͙͔̰͍͕̞͖̹̤̹͇̼̮̮̹̮͕͎̘̹͙̣̳̰͎̤͇̰̜̯͔̒͑̈̄̊͌̾͜͜͠ͅt̴̡̡̨̢̢̛͙͎̰̳̙̤̯̼̻̥̫̜̖̺̩̮̘͓̰̜̖̘̺͖̆̎̈́̑͋͛̋̃̒̑̋̒̒͛͑̓́̈́̃̈͊́̕,̸̧̡͕̜͓̦̰̣̖̹͈͆̄̆͗̐̀̃̃̆̎̾̂̂͂̃̉̚͘͠ ̴̡̧̨̪̦̘̻̻̻̹̯̳̬̖̠͉̲͈͕͔̬͎̥̭̱̤͖͖̯̼̞̼̣̥̮̩̭̗̲̹͙̼̲͍̞̯̇̌͒͑͌͑̈́̅̇̈̓̅̿̈͂̌̈́̏̂͛͗̐̉̑̚͘͘͜͝͝͝é̶̯͍͓̦̪̱̗̫͉͙̤͓̭̲̗͎̂̿͌̀͗́̔̏̓̐̑͒́̑̑̒̉͐̂͊͛̒͛͌͌́̈́͛̊͆̀͘̕̕̕͘͜͝͝ą̵̡̛̖̞̣̦̯̞͇̳̯̠̬͍͉̗̼͕̻̗͔̙̯͕̮͚͓͕̞̱͙͖̣͓̦̥͈̝̙̱̱͈̰̆̍̈̈́̿͊͋͌̍̊̔̏̔́̋͛̓̒͌̄̒̅̀͂̔͂̓̇̀̂̒̾̄͂̉̾͂̉͌͘̚͜͜͠͝͝͝͝ͅt̸̡͎̪̭̦͓͓̟̮͐̇̄́̾́͆̿́̇̏̍̑̈́̒̈́̔͗̉̇͋́̈́̄́͋͌̈̏̚͠,̴̡̧̣͖̭̘̹̭͖̖͖̪͉̫̝̝͎̫̜̫̅̅̿̾ͅͅ ̸̨̧̧̧̨̨̙͍͙̼̖̝̞̩͔̩̯̪͕̪̭͔̫̰͇͇͍̹̖͓͕͈̞̻̖̙͚̓͒̉͌̃͌͂̂̓̌̌̃̉ͅͅę̷̢̧̢̜̦͉̺̖̮̫͈̺̺͕̗̳̘̝̗̝͚͎̱̭͍̱̠͔̱̇̎ͅͅa̸̠̳̦̤̺̮̻̦̻̮̮̰͍̞̝͎̭̫̾̇͑̊̈̽̐̾̓́t̴̡̢̡̡͈͇̗͕̺͉̫̩̪̲̲̟̲͈̭̯̜̝̰͉̙͚̝̀̎̓͋̔͐̈́̅̀͆̔̊͒́̊͒̉͑͑̈́̈́͋̀̇͆̒̂̀͘͘͘̕͘͜͝͝ͅ ̷̧̨̢̧̨̧̛̘̼͎͚̫̥̟̤̟̻͙̲̠̱̪̲͚̞̥͙̫̗̹͖̖̮̥͖̘̙̖̣͙̱̺͆͑͌̑̈̉͂̐͌̈́̃̈́͊̅̃̎͂͂͋̿̐̐͋̀͐͋̒̄̎͐̃̍̓̒̔͑͘͘ͅͅi̴̧̨̠̖̼̞̝͍̰̜͍̰̣͙̼͙̻̠̝̰̼̩͔͔̼̠͔͇̬̥̠̙̭̤͔͂͗̓͊̋ͅţ̷̢̣̳̤̳̟͈̩̪̯̠̩̞͈̥͖̖̫̫̯̭͐̑́͑ͅ ̴̡̡̛̛̛̛͇͖̻͍̣̩̰̤͎͍͎̹͕̙̳̄̌̐̃̾̈́̉͑͐͒̄̌̈͆͒̄͌͗͆̎͐͊̂̂̀̈́̏̈͌̒͐͑̽̈́̀̚̚͠ͅá̵̧͍̘͑̒̈̈́̈͂̍̚̚̕̕l̸̨̧̛̜̗͙̖̰̩͓̦̜͚̞̙̭̩̖̱̩̝̻̝̜̎̂̓́͑͑͒̓͂͌̈́̈́͛̊̃̄̈̓̉̈̈̄̅͊̍̓̇̾͂̉͂̋́̂̏̓̐̋͆̈̂͘͠ͅͅl̵̡̢̛̥̖͇͔̫̘̥͍̪̼̣͇͇̝̙̱̳̙̲̠͓̯̺̘͑̓͂͒͛͆͗̋̃̈́̑̓̐͒̌̾͗̏̆̓͐̾͘̚͝͝,̵̢̡̡̨̢̨̛̰͍̞̞͍̥̘̤̥̳̭͓̗͉̘͖̲͈̦̞̼̯̦͖̠̖̭͕̮͔̔͛̎̈̐̆̒̐͐̒͐̕͜͠ͅͅͅ ̵̤̱͍̻͚͆̇́̊̓c̶̢̡̡̡̗͓͉̖̱̬̳̠̩͕̪̫͓̜̫̝̰͎̳̳̣̤̯̟̝̫̟̜͍͛͑̊̇͆͋̅̿̏̿͐̐́̌̅̀̊̀͗́͋͊̇́͆̉́̒͂̐̚͝ͅͅơ̶̧̢̭̲͚̯̖͈̦͈̪̱̘͇̹͚̺̘̗̳͉͕̼̟̑͗͊͗̈́̈́́͋́͌̏̃̇́̀̊͌̊̀̿̓͒͑̓̈́̾̋̔͐̈́̿̍͘͠͝͝ͅn̷̡̛̛̹̭͇͍̼̫̖̬̖̗̟̯̫̭̰͔͇͆͌͗̽̓͂̓̈́̆̍̇̆̄́̊̿̃̌ś̸̛̘̭̺͓̻͉̜̗̖̮̘͚̣͚̪̤̻̦̰̝̙̺͈̠̫̗̥̳̂̃̆̒̽͒̍̈́̐̉̐͛̉̀̌́̇̇́̾͐̿̈͒̌̇̈͑̔͒̏̎͊̓̚͠͝͝ͅͅũ̸͎͕̱̙͕̥̣͚̣̪̗̺̝̰͖͓̝͓͔̼͍̘̩͓̝̲̩̠̫̫̥̲̯̩͔̥̟̭̰͇͓͖̻͔͍͎̏̔̔́̓́̋̇̎̏̍͋̓̃̎͊̽́̈͛̈̕̕͝͝ͅṃ̷̨̨̨̹̼͖̲̻̲̤͇̟͎̮̞͇̥̗̯͖͈̮̮̹̱̘͓͍̹̦̣̹͐̈́̎̽̇̓̆̉̃́̀̐̋̾̓̂̐̉̆̌̔̔͌̊͑́̀́̆̈́́̊̀͊͋́͂̆͘͜͝ë̸̡͉̪̳͎̳̤̘͈̱͕̝̜̻̠͖́̉̎̄̆̑̋̓̋͋͗͆̈͆͐̍̂̄̈́͑͂̏̔̎͋̊͊́̚͘͝ ̵̧̻͇̻̗͂͑͗͐͑̃̽̊͛̀̈́̓͛͌͊̌̂͑͘͘͝͝͠l̸̨̨̢͇͕̣̙͉͕͚̬̪̼͓̤̩̗̣͔͔̮̥͉̭̱̦̲̰͇̥̀̍͌̔̉̈͒̑̈́̅͊̎͛̊̀͗̒͌̾͂͂͐̚̕̚̚͝͝ͅǐ̵̢̘̭͇̤̮̊̋̑͗̏͐͛̏̋̈́͌̌̈́͌́̏̋̏́̔͋̉̀͐̚̚͘͠͝f̵̡͉̠̜̘̩̦̬̳̻̖͍̮͕̰̮͕̜̳͙͈̰̪̦̖̠̞̰̜͒͜͜e̷̡̬̣̣͑̿̍͘ ̸̛͖͖̠̻̝̒̄̉̇̒́̈́̑̉͌͘͘̕͜͝ừ̴̡̧̛̙̩͓̘͎͍̖̻͈̫̣̹͚͓̘͓̣̞͔̱̭̰͇̰̙̬̖̘̰̹̬̩̜͎͙͇̣̭̪̩̽́̃̏́͑͋͐͑͆̉̆̋̊̓̚͘͜͝ͅn̶̡̥̪̳̠͓̫͓̘̲̥̅̈̌͒̿̈͂̔́̿̄͑t̵̨̡̢̢̢͓͕͖̱͙͎͚̱͎͓̼̺̤̜̥͎͖̮͎̭̣̹̱͔̱͚͙̔͛̑͐̈̏̋̊̏̃̅̌̂̿͋͑͂͌̀̒͐̈́͒̈̂̉̍̊͘̕͘̕̕͠ͅi̵̧̧̱̠̠͔̝͚̞̹̖͙̺̗̱͚̻͍͙͕̘̒̓̓̊̎̾̆̂̌̽͋͝͠l̴̡͔̘̻̠͍̥̭͖̙̥̝͔͔̮̯̗̹̮̲̮͍̥̳̝͇͍̲̲̳̳̬̩̭͇͖̥̗͈̭̰̗̮͕̣̖̠̉̋̑͆̔͂͋̒̎̋̓̐̀̉̏̾̐̿͆̌͂͒̒́̋̈́̋̑͝ 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̧̢̙͖̖͕̟̳̹̥͇̞̮̰͖͍̲̹͊̿̿̈́͋̆̅͛͂̾̓̄͑͐͂͒́̉̈́̑͒̅̅̂͊̓̚̕͝ͅͅl̶̢̧͎̰̹̰͇̬̯͚͎̼̝̙̭̳̙̰̭̠̺̼̮̥̯͍̳͙̼̖̳̥͕͇̳̤͊͂́͆̓͛̌͌̿̌̃̓̓͗͋̾͊͋̿̑́̋͑̏̐̉̋̀̆̿͆̍̈̕̚͜͜͝͝ ̴̢̧̭͚̝̳̟͍̰͕̜̼̟̘̹͕̪͗̍̅̇̐̀̔̏̀̓͑̊̂͗̀͌͐͂̿̚͜͝͠͝d̵̨̡̡̛̛̝̣̲̦̱̞̼̭͔̺̭͕̬͛̔̓͊͆̾̏͑̊̇́̍̔̍̄̽̉͂͋͋͂̄͒͌̌̔͒̈́͆̌̾̓̈́̿̕͘̕͝͝e̵̡̧̖̪̮̘̤͓̹͈̩̼̤̦̤̮͉̤̮̯̬̰͍̳̫̠̠̞̟̮͔̙̦͓͉̹̱̓͌̍͌͂͜s̴̛̛̬̹͙̣̖̔̿̈́́̌̓̓̈́̓̓́͐̾͆̎̊͛͆͆͌̐̂̂̍̂̂͊̓͌͊̒̓͛̈͌̎̆̏̕͠͝͝i̸̢̨̡̨̛̝̠̳̣̜̯̙̟͉̖̼̞̭̼̮̣̝̝̩̫̘͖̤͇͎͙͍̰̪͇̱͈͙̠̳͖̙̜͎̯̤̔͐̾̆̿̎͒̉͆͛̇͛̇̉͊̉̉̌̆͐́́́̀̾́͊͘͘͜͠͝͠ͅr̷̛̺̼̻͍̰͔̫̱͙̼̘͎̼̘͓͕͉̼͍̬̰̙̝͙̮̫̟̜͙͕̮̟̖̿̇͌͌͂̏͊̀͒̏̌͜ȩ̶̨̧̨̱̝͚̫͕̗̹̤͕̝̰͚̭̳̲̮̖̟̗̝̱̗͕͓̩̠̥̹̅͂̐̊̒̌͑͐͜s̵̢̨͔͔͕͈̦̞͔̻̖̞̦͙̹̼̺͇͑̿̌͆͛̇̓͒̽̀̾͌̍̄̋̈́̋̽̊̀̑̀̀̂́̌̍̾̑̚͘̚͠͝͠͝.̸̨̧̡̢̨̛̭̟̻̳̥̩͈̯͚̰͕̜̞̭̱͚͔̣̣̜̟̺̝̬͈̫̞̟͕̣͕͙͇̪̼͖͕͗̆̃̎͌͗̽̊͗͋̆̋̌͑̀̎̾̒̑͌̒̅͆̽̽̀̀͌ͅ ̵͓̞̜̹̺̙̠̠̮̠̤̟̦̙̪̭̖̃̐̍̌̌̌̋̅ ̷̢̨̻̟̯̬̪͉̲̗̄̌̓͑̒̽K̷̨̻̞̼̯̙͎̻͇͉̞̦̱̝̓͐̽́̓̉̒́͛̀̑͊͆̑̀̋̋̎ī̶̫͔͖̣̙̩̊́̀̅̅̂̇͆̕͝͝ļ̸͖̞̹̖̳͍̘͙͚͐l̶̨̰͉͚̠̪̝̩̘̹̗̹̰̟̙̍̒̆,̸̡̛̛̛͎̬̙͉̠̲̮͇̝͊͌̑̄͂̉̉͒̄̂̍͂͂̉̈́̆́̾̎͋̔͂̊̿̀̂͛̔͋̆̿͘͘̚̚͜͝͠ ̶̨̡̨̙͔̳͔̘͓̝̯̙͇̦̠͓̬̺͙̠̗̎̆͌͐͆̐͑̉̀̐͐̏̍̀͛̌̾͋̓̕̚͠Ķ̶͚̺̜̤̥͙̓͘ĭ̷̢̧̧̡̛̛̞͉̯͍̞͙̗̯̠̣̟͖͓͙̣̣͎͖̞͕̥́̓͂̉̾͌̋̂̎̎̏͆̆̇́́́̐̀̒̅̅̀̓̓̉̎̕̚͠͠ͅͅḻ̵̳̙̣̝̥͉̗͚̲̜̩̙̖̲͕͖̓͂͌̾̐͒̒̓̀̎͊͌̃̃̈́́̄͊̔͘͝l̷̡̢̨̢̛̲͙̯̣͚̠̗͕̤̺͇͖̼̻͉͈͚͖̘̗̹̙͔̊͌̓̊̒͂́̅̓̾̐́̏́͌̄̄͌̓͑̋͋̈́͑̐̂̀̿͐̇̈́͛͘̕͘͘͜͝͝ͅ,̸̛͎͇̠̭̫͓̼̭̣̺̤̗̗̪̐̏͌̽̈̊͐͌̾̿̃͑͌̔͑̑͑̽͗̒̓̀̈́͆̋̔̿̅͌́̕̕͜͝͝͝ ̸̢̡̛̘̻̪͙̩̼̥̗̮̠͙̲̰͍̙͛̐̀̈́͌͆̽̿̋̈́͂̀̓̆̔̍̅̋̂͌̅̂͌̄̚͝͝͝͝ͅĶ̶͚̤̾̆͛̍̈̀̈́͑̈́̀͒̂̏̎̅̀̒͋͘̚͘̕̕͠͠i̴̛̻̯̼̗̠͉̩̳̞̊̓̉̈́̍̏͋͐̿̾̃̋̏̈́̍͂́̕ḻ̷̢̧̢̛̠̼̻̻̭̱̤̟̙͎͚͔̫̫͉̝̺̝̲̻̯̬̹̖̭͔̀̇̀͌͛̿̔̆̾̆̎̇͐͒̉̋̿́̏͐͒̒̃̀̋͌̔̂̓̂̈́̕͘̚͜͝͝ͅl̵̢̧̨̡̛̜̠͔̩̠͎̠͈̳̩͇̜̤͈̦̺̗͚̱̦͓̝̺̼̣̞̣͖̹̲̮̩̖̝̗̳͔̆̇͑̿͛̉̐̑̃̏̔͑́͊̈́̿̎̉̐̉̋͆͂͘͘̚͜͝͝ͅ ̵̨͍̯̗͚͉̳̣͎̫̜̙̻̐͂̈́͆̈́͐̀f̸̡̱̙̳̥͕̻̘̪̦͉̹̟͔̩͔̲͗̉̃̄̈́͌͛̏̀̌̏́̆̊͛͊̒̉̉̓̆͌͋̋̊̔̓͗͒̑̅͗̆̄́͋͘̕̕͠͝͝ͅờ̷̤̏͌͆̊̈́̀̉̒̓̆̆̆̑̀̂́̐̑͛̑̿́̍̆̑̏̍̂̉̇̾̅̎̀͘̚͝͠͠͝ŕ̶̨̧̧̨̛̛̜͇̺̭̞̗͈̟̪̺̮̤͓̖̜͈͉̘̱̪͎͔̪̝̰̳̪͈͚̦̲̗͓̏́̏́̓̓̈́̔̍̏̅͛͘͘͜͠ ̷̢̫̪̞͓̟́̈́̑͐̇͒̉̓̐̽̃̔͒͘͝͝͠m̴̧̢̛̛͎̻͚̳̜̪̦͍̥̲͔̓̃̓̇̽̔͛̿͒̃͋̍̌̈́̀̓͘ė̸̪̎̔̈́͑͛͗͐̒̒̀͛̚̕͝͝.̶̨̢̢̢̧̧͉̣̤͍͇̤͎̜͙̺̪͔̣̲̫̙͎̳̪̝̹̱̟͕̪̳͇̜̜̮̰̬̏̒̆͘ͅ ̸̡̨̧̡̛̛̮̮̫̩̞̣̬͚̻̞͉̩̙͍͉͇̜̜̱̯͓̪̝̯͒̈́̽̈́̈́̌̽͌̈́͗̿̂̚ͅ

“Shut up...Shut up...”

“You’re both dead!”

Mari felt a massive flow of void magic bubbling up inside of her and like a dam about to overflow she could be little to hold it back, all it would take is a single step for her to lose control yet again.

“Don’t get the flustered little girl!” A smooth male voice teased.

A spinning sabre rushed towards Lucian who dodged it and returned to its previous position, standing before Mari was a tall man with violet hair and amber eyes. His surprising appearance snapped Mari out of her rage for but a moment.

“What a surprise, I thought you’d be with the rest of Virgo.”

“Nah the boss thought you might try something so I stuck around.”

“Oh god, why does he have to be here!” Cordelia whined turning her attention to the uninvited guest.

“Hey kiddo go join your friends, they’ll be fine just wait.”

A barrage of flare arrows rained down upon Cordelia causing her to reposition away from both the door and the rest of Class IX. On another roof was a young woman with curly carmine and sharp sapphire eyes. She was holding a majestic platinum bow.

“Of course, he wasn’t alone, just wonderful.” Cordelia sighed

“Hello Onyx Maiden, Goliath, it’s been a while.”

“The Saber of Mirage and Dead Eye, We couldn’t have hoped for better opponents, right Cordelia.”

“This will be a pain in the ass but I do I have a score to settle with the sniping bitch.”

“I’ll be happy to show you some loving Cordelia but before that, I have one matter of business to attend to.”

The archer raised her bow high into the air as an arrow of shimmering green light appeared in her bow.

“This should remedy the salutation” “Regen Heilen” The arrow was shot high into the sky before exploding and showering over Mari’s petrified classmates.

“Huh what the hell, everything went dark and then...’

“Yeah, I can’t remember anything either.”

“Owie my head hurts...” Madoka moaned

Mari climbed down from the roof and rushed towards her classmates embracing them all with a vice-like squeeze. “You guys, I’m so happy you’re okay.” Mari sobbed.

“Hey Riri, I can’t breath.”

“Yeah you’re a little too close, Mari,” Tyrian said.

“Thank goodness.” Lilith sighed

“Let me guess, Frill sent you right?” Mari asked smiling widely. The Saber of Mirage bowed showing no concern for his opponent. “Indeed she did, Hey Slyphi open a path for the hatchlings already.”

“Listen up kids we have no idea who’s waiting for you inside the palace so fall behind any instructors and adults you find and follow their lead, this courtyard is about to become a bloody battlefield.” The Saber of Mirage informed

“Hmm so that’s their game, Cordelia brace yourself all of our forces are rushing towards the courtyard and so too is a contingent of Virgo soldiers, soon small skirmishes will give way to an all-out brawl.”

The promise of battle appeared to excite the man known as The Goliath. “Hold still and...fire!”

a bombardment of light arrows slammed against the palace doorway shattering it and opening a path forward, wasting no time Mari leapt from the rooftop hurting her knees in the process, Class IX sprinted towards the palace entrance and although Cordelia tried to block their path Sylphi ensured she had her full attention with some well-timed snipes.

“There are many ways to access the palace, we told some of your classmates a secret passageway, they should be well and truly into the thick of it by now, good luck, brats.” The Saber of Mirage said before rushing to clash with the Goliath.

“We missed each other at the battle of Hamanoura but we can make up for lost time right now, Goliath.” “Indeed let’s test the sharpness of your famed blade.”

Mari could hear the crash as the forces collided these people were a cut above the rest and in a league all their own, it made her wonder how much, Frill was holding back during her training.

She had no guess as to what horrors awaited them in the tower but she knew she had to find Hideto and the other instructors and offer to support them any way they could.