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Interesting, it seems that in this reduced state of power, Yamato was swiftly becoming overwhelmed by various undead corpses.
Phecda tilts their head down at him, the controlled gheist at their side huffing.
“Are you really contemplating saving him, sibling?” “Well, think on it, Benet. If we safe him, his belief in merit might mean he will begrudgingly owe me a favor after all this is over. Realize that I will also owe you, if you remember this, when I get out of here, as I am also limited.” “It’s not like I’m much better, Phecda.” “Ah, but you can use magics, even of the weakest tier.” “Fine, fine. But you get to take my monitoring duties for a decade.” “A deal.”
Yamato may soon find the hordes of corpses bursting into flame around him, via the use of a familiar, if weak, spell. Maragi.
“Up here, coward of Merit. I’m not going to offer you a hand up to the roofs for long!” Phecda is hanging by their knees off of an open windowsill, extending a hand towards the human.
A translucent humanoid also floats nearby, looking quite apathetic as they keep casting the occasional Maragi to keep the shamblers away from Yamato. “I don’t have all the mana in the world, even as a quantum ghost. Don’t waste our time.”












