To Lorenzo’s backstep from the searing black and crismon flames that had came flowing from the Hell Wyrm’s mouth, Lannit and Jaakuna jumped to the left and right respectively. The flames spread across ten paces and extended twice as much. Of course, from what the two blonde men who had jumped to the sky could see, Lorenzo was able to get out of dodge just a fraction of a second before it would turn the maroon ground into charred bits.

But of course, that didn’t stop the Hell Wyrm from trying to have a go again.

For an odd reason, the giant beast simply eyed all three of them. Safe to say that both Lannit and Jaakuna were unsure what was going on. Over the time span of a minute, the two exchanged confused looks with each other and Lorenzo, to which they would see something similar to their own expression.

“[color=b22222]How peculiar..[/color]” The Hell Wyrm rasped.

Jaakuna and Lannit looked at each other, blinking to one another, baffled. They looked to Lorenzo with the same glance, then back to each other, then to the Hell Wyrm.

“[color=b22222]These walls speak many things. They hear many things from the surface world.[/color]” The Hell Wyrm coiled its voice to where its head was facing the trio of men. “[color=b22222]But nothing has been mused more than you three.[/color]” It had a voice that was deep. Echoed. 

“[color=mediumslateblue]Jaakie..[/color]”

“[color=ed1c24]Yeah?[/color]”

“[color=mediumslateblue]You’re hearing this too, aren’t you?[/color]”

“[color=ed1c24]Yup.[/color]”

“[color=mediumslateblue][Okay. i just wanted to make sure.[/color]” Jaakuna and Lannit were shaking. Who knew the Hell Wyrm could speak? Surely not Jaakuna nor his friend, Lannit. “[color=mediumslateblue]So, now what?[/color]” Lannit asked.

“[color=ed1c24]Well, maybe converse with it.[/color]” Jaakuna suggested.

Lannit shrugged. He pondered for a moment, then said,  “[color=mediumslateblue]So, nice weather we’re having, huh?[/color]”

Jaakuna groaned, hitting his face with his fist as he couldn’t believe what Lannit decided to go with.

“[color=b22222]Archadian named Lannit. You have her eyes.[/color]”

“[color=ed1c24]Her?[/color]” JAakuna mused, raising an eyebrow.

“[color=mediumslateblue]What’cha talkin about, Willis?[/color]”

“[color=b22222]Lana  Ward. Her eyes were orchid and silver, laced with natural magicite essence. A rare specimen.[/color]”

Wait, did he say.. “[color=ed1c24]Lannit, don’t —[/color]”

Too late. Lannit was already changed into his mist-infused appearance, but a bit darker than when they fought the Wendigos. And before JAakuna could stop him, Lannit went charging full speed. There was a moment where Jaakuna thought Lannit was going to make it. The Hell Wyrm had yet to catch sight of Lannit, as the now pink and purple Archadian was going so fast that he was in the beast’s blindspot. If that wasn’t enough, Lannit had just called out his quickening. He even started firing, which caused the Hell Wyrm to finally take notice. Of course, that didn’t help  because it..actually was working. After the first couple of dozen of needles, it actually caused the beast to flinch. 

“[color=ed1c24]Keep going, Lannit![/color]” Jaakuna shouted as he gestured Lorenzo to follow him. 

As Lannit kept his assault, spewing some words tha tJaakuna had not been able to make out, Jaakuna took to a leap and landed on the Hell Wyrm’s back. At this point, he stabbed both swords into the back of the beast. It didn’t even crack the skin, but Jaakuna had hoped that he distracted the beast’s mist field enough for Lorenzo to penetrate it.

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“[color=cd5c5c]Very good, Princess of Rozarria. That was the correct answer,”[/color] Old Dalan clapped  a few times, grinning widely. “[color=cd5c5c]My rats have told me that a rather peculiar, silver-haired male has been frequenting The Muthru Bazaar.[/color]” Old Dalan told Nadeline, “[color=cd5c5c]I do not know if that’s where you will find him. This information came from my rats two fortnights ago. But, should you find yourself in need of answers, gil is the way to many poor man’s lips. Give him gil and secrets shall be yours.[/color]” Old Dalan brought Nadeline in for a hug, but making sure to keep her close to him. “[color=cd5c5c]Trek carefully, Nadeline. There are those who wish to keep Sylvester’s presence a secret. I do not know who you heard it from, but if they mean you no harm, then they must not know the truth, but I do.[/color]” Dalan’s voice was less zany. It was of dread and urgency. “[color=cd5c5c]The truth is that there is a shadow within the shadow of Rabanastre’s previous hierarchy. Be vigilant, Nadeline. Wesley will not forgive his crazy grandfather if he let his future wife to her death, nor could I forgive myself if I let my future granddaughter-in-law to meet the gods before her time on this world has had a lengthy run.[/color]” 

Old Dalan released Nadeline from his embrace, giving her a smile before gesturing her off.