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7/20/2025, 5:51:03 PM
“I understand your frustration. Believe me, I do.” Young replied, placing both hands over your shoulders. “But it is not your duty to endure the pain of every victim that Varnae has claimed today. Nor is it your duty to save the world alone.”
“But I'm not alone!” you said, shaking your head at her. “I have my mother's training. And my father's lessons. And the support of my god, my foster parent, and pretty much everyone here that's willing to die by my side.”
Your grandmother blinked in surprise and took a step back. Before she could reply, Shaggy came trotting in through the shop's open front door. You both turned to look at him.
“Ladies. The Monster Council has arrived.” he announced. “I suggest that we be on our way, before Varnae wises up to the fact that they are no longer riding with their armies.”
You and Grandma Young shared a look, and judging by the one she gave you, you knew that this wasn’t going to be the last you heard of this argument.
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Thanks to Shaggy's teleportation magic, you and the Monster Council were effectively able to bypass the waves of zombies separating you from Simon. That didn't mean that he was going to drop you right beside the Zombie Prince, however.
As soon as the portal opened, you all burst out and sprang into action. Carnelian and Delphyne on your left, and Ward and Young to your right. Together, the five of you leapt from rooftop to rooftop in an effort to avoid the zombies clogging the streets.
The Were-representitive didn't look much different from when you last saw him, except for the deadly-looking weapons that he now carried on his person. You spotted a triple-headed flail attached to his hip, a composite longbow and an enchanted rifle on his back, and a clearly magical greatsword placed squarely between his shoulder blades.
Other than that, he was still wearing the same armor that he'd worn at the summit. The only addition was a scary looking helmet with jagged edges above the gap made for his mouth. Through the helmet’s eye-slits, you could see his heterochromatic pupils, one burning with anger, and the other with what you thought might have been glee.
Your gaze moved to Delphyne, and you thought, not for the first time today, that she had made the biggest costume change out of everyone here.
Instead of the trendy clothing that she wore to the summit, she showed up in a sturdy silver breastplate, a single silver pauldron with magic glyphs carved into it, a pair of silver grieves, and, unsurprisingly, a pair of silver gauntlets. The only things that weren't made of silver was the scarlet bolt of cloth she had draped over her shoulder, from pauldron to hip, and the strange helmet that now adorned her head.
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“But I'm not alone!” you said, shaking your head at her. “I have my mother's training. And my father's lessons. And the support of my god, my foster parent, and pretty much everyone here that's willing to die by my side.”
Your grandmother blinked in surprise and took a step back. Before she could reply, Shaggy came trotting in through the shop's open front door. You both turned to look at him.
“Ladies. The Monster Council has arrived.” he announced. “I suggest that we be on our way, before Varnae wises up to the fact that they are no longer riding with their armies.”
You and Grandma Young shared a look, and judging by the one she gave you, you knew that this wasn’t going to be the last you heard of this argument.
—-------
Thanks to Shaggy's teleportation magic, you and the Monster Council were effectively able to bypass the waves of zombies separating you from Simon. That didn't mean that he was going to drop you right beside the Zombie Prince, however.
As soon as the portal opened, you all burst out and sprang into action. Carnelian and Delphyne on your left, and Ward and Young to your right. Together, the five of you leapt from rooftop to rooftop in an effort to avoid the zombies clogging the streets.
The Were-representitive didn't look much different from when you last saw him, except for the deadly-looking weapons that he now carried on his person. You spotted a triple-headed flail attached to his hip, a composite longbow and an enchanted rifle on his back, and a clearly magical greatsword placed squarely between his shoulder blades.
Other than that, he was still wearing the same armor that he'd worn at the summit. The only addition was a scary looking helmet with jagged edges above the gap made for his mouth. Through the helmet’s eye-slits, you could see his heterochromatic pupils, one burning with anger, and the other with what you thought might have been glee.
Your gaze moved to Delphyne, and you thought, not for the first time today, that she had made the biggest costume change out of everyone here.
Instead of the trendy clothing that she wore to the summit, she showed up in a sturdy silver breastplate, a single silver pauldron with magic glyphs carved into it, a pair of silver grieves, and, unsurprisingly, a pair of silver gauntlets. The only things that weren't made of silver was the scarlet bolt of cloth she had draped over her shoulder, from pauldron to hip, and the strange helmet that now adorned her head.
(Cont.)
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