Bolstered by the Faye Bard's mystical soliloquy, those still able-bodied amongst the Kirins had their spirits lifted to new heights, pushing them to break their limits. Even if the Revenant managed to plow through the binding stone hand and pushed Galahad, Robin, and Eliane back, Rudolf's light-devouring barrier remained, sheltering their wounded so Miina could save their lives. Yes, Eve could feel it through Cyradil's ether-laced lyrics, the Revenant was
hurting and they simply needed to keep this up, just a bit longer, and it'd perish like an abomination should!
"Rrrgh...!" However, the dragoness growled as that blightdamned airship returned to defend the empire's precious wardog, and here she was hoping they'd simply leave it to fend for itself, but she supposed after pouring a fortune to develop her kind, it'd be such a wasteful decision that even they would think twice. Unfortunately, it was a tactically sound move as the cannonfire gave the false Odin a chance to regroup, though she wasn't sure if collapsing the ground was also part of the plan.
Regardless, the Kirins were now plummeting fast into the newly-formed gaping hole in the desert. Eve frowned deeply, concerned, not about herself, no, she could spread her draconic wings via her trance or cast elemental magic to soften her fall, she had failsafes against gravity's lethal embrace. However, the same couldn't be said for all of her comrades, save for Galahad and perhaps Miina as well. Nevertheless, she must try
something as Eve began casting some kind of wind-aligned magic to counter their fall with a burst of gale...
...only for something or someone else to beat her to the punch, and in a far more effective and reliable method too as each and every member of Team Kirin were softly cradled down onto the ground, alive and well, ...except for Izayoi and Esben, but they weren't made worse at least.
A Sollan well into his senior years soon revealed himself, and conventional logic told Eve that he was the one responsible for saving their lives.
"..." Hearing his nonchalant attitude prompted the Pseudolon to look up, toward the gaping hole so far above them, the harsh desert sunlight was more like a twinkling star than anything else. Right, they had fallen so deep underground, the bearded hermit here likely didn't notice the battle raging above,
or he's such a powerful and enlightened sage that he couldn't care less about such trivial concerns, or both.
Still, assuming he was indeed the one who saved her comrades, the least he deserved was a show of gratitude,
"Thank you, stranger, for saving us." Eve nodded with a small, subtle smile, displaying a more cordial demeanor than Izayoi's interrogating tone, then in yet another display of sagely detachment, the High Caretaker simply introduced himself.
Why do I have the feeling that even if Odin's Pseudolon followed us here... Cid would simply vaporize it out of existence with a wave of his hand?Deep in her heart, she hoped the High Caretaker of the gods wouldn't notice the baleful entity hosted within Rudolf and go hostile, and the only silver lining Eve could rely on was Cid not already provoked by
her abominable existence.
"We're Team Kirin, those who aim to stop Valheim's tyranny and end the Blight or die trying, High Caretaker Cid." Eve took it upon herself to... socialize, driven by her concern for the party and the myriad of ways they could provoke the sage, from Izayoi's harsh tone to Rudolf's...
wrongness.
"Then, we shall oblige, Caretaker..." Thus, Eve began explaining concisely and succinctly what she knew about the Blight, the disasters they had wrought upon the continents, how it was manufactured by Valheim (accidentally or otherwise), and citing theories of the connection by referencing their disgusting experiments with the very sanctity of life, creating abominations that shouldn't exist and how the world itself was possibly affected.
"...thus we believe if we stop Valheim, then the Blight too shall end."
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