âŠâćŹćâ⊠Perhaps it has been only few days since inseparable mage duo was separated from each other, yet solitude was hurting the female deeper than any magic could; fear took sleep at night & granted worry at sunrise. Neither culprit nor place was known to her ( though there have been assumptions based on news around a certain guild, but this is a different story ), making task even more difficult than it already was. Yet what was effort of an adamant soul when it all was for a trusted & beloved ally, no, friend? Merely a tool display of care, of devotion. And now, at last, she found it.
Azure eyes filled with anger & utter determination gazed upwards, to the gigantic cube floating in the sky. Truly, what a ridiculous image, itâs almost mocking. Oh, brace yourselves, whoever may inhabit it, for her fierce will push her to the limits & beyond; she will know no mercy. You have burdened yourselves with guilt by taking the only one she has as family & now shall JUST punishment be delivered upon you.
â Tch⊠So thatâs where they have taken you. I promise, I will get you out there, no matter what it takes. Just wait for me a little bit more, Kain. â
The plan was known: Just sneak in, find & free him, then flee again. A simple task? No.Â
However, one had first to overcome a different challenging obstacle â to reach the cubeâs surface, where a possible entrance expected a sudden intruder like her⊠Breathe in. Breathe out. Donât you fear, heart of gold, your intents are pure & remarkable. Radiant circles envelop slender figure in their light, hand holds a crystal hanging on a chain into the void â cue for awakening of powers kept withing both the stone & its wielder.
â Heed my call, you spirit of magic⊠Bahamut! â
And behold! Draconian roar from above forebodes its sourceâs arrival upon successful evocation & wings of dark carry the emerald mage to the very place a normal human being would never access â the very headquarters of the Dark Guild Tartaros. Into a HELL on earth what she didnât know.
     â Oh gods, just let him be unharmed.
HIS DWINDLING CONSCIOUSNESS shifted to the roars of one such FAMILIAR creature; yes, it was the LORD of the skies, BAHAMUT, commanded by none other than RYDIA OF MIST. . . He was loyal to her, ONLY HER, and his sounds indicated that her presence was close. A SIGH emerged from his lips at her STUBBORNNESS, seeing as it was HIM who had sacrificed himself, given himself to the demons so that Rydia, the one whom heâd grown to CARE for so much, could ESCAPE, yet all she did was follow him into the LIONâS DEN . . . To be fair to her, the dragoon expected NO LESS of one of her CALIBRE, yet just this once, he wished sheâd stayed out of this place . . .Â
HEâD BEEN TRAPPED there for a while, and the HARPYâS experiments on his BODY had deteriorated his form beyond compare; the only piece of him even CLOSELY reminiscent of his former self was the LONG BLONDE LOCKS which flowed still to his back, though the TALONS of the harpy torturer had cut some of his locks off ( as well as induced MANY MANY WOUNDS upon his back ) and his thick locks had become misshapen and uneven. His vision had been flickering so much that he failed to notice the DRACONIC SCALES that were littering his bare body, as their goal was to TRANSFORM HIM, transform him into a demon much like themselves, to ENSLAVE HIS MIND into their sadistic ways. Heâd attempted to resist it for SO LONG, yet his efforts were in vain; the pain was near UNBEARABLE; his only hope now was that Rydia would NEVER have to see him in this state. EVER . . .Â
âRYDIA . . . â
( AND WITH THAT, HIS MIND SLIPPED AWAY TO THE CHAINS OF HIS CAPTORS )
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