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"[color=f7941a]Xoxi...[/color]" replied Claire as Yuki.

Claire wasn't sure on how she felt about Xoxi and Yuki being an item. On one hand, she was glad that Yuki had found herself a lover. On the other hand, her older half-sister instincts always kicked in around her now. as much as she wanted to find a way to redeem herself to the demigoddess, Claire really felt as if Xoxi would do something to taint Yuki's purity.

Yuki, in the meantime, giggled when Xoxi surprise-hugged her.

"[Color=fdc68a]Thank you, Xoxi. I'm glad that you love it so much. I was worried that it was too different from what you're used to.[/color]"

Yuki's realm was one of freedom. The elements did what they wished, yet they balanced themselves to escape chaos. Pillars of each element rose in the distance and nearby, while elementals were littered about the realm, tending to the smaller details, and doing what they could to keep the realm nice.

Spirits of the legendary Mirifakino Warriors resided here as well. They explored on their own until they are called to help their people again. Their ethereal appearances looked beautiful among the Winter snow. One even picked an ice flower from the ground to admire it's beauty.

Yuki had tried her best to capture the natural beauty of the original earth, and Claire had to admit that it may be better than the one they had first grown to love. At least, look-wise. Of course, the music goddess felt something wrong.

Claire, not bothering to eat breakfast, got up with a concerned look on her face.

"[color=f7941a]Yuki, do you mind if I open a portal to the Earth? I want to check something.[/color]"

Yuki nodded, though not without concern of her own rising within her eyes.

Claire hesitated for a moment, but then opened a portal of light and darkness to the Earth. The scene was shocking. A tear had been opened in the sky... 

[center]Meanwhile...[/center]

The bandits had been recovering since their defeat in the ruined city. The two remaining Mirifakino exiles were saddened and angered by the deaths of their comrades. They had been training to avenge them, learning to summon upon more legendary spirits. Cherry was also mad, though he didn't want to avenge anyone. He just wanted to get back at the b**** that kicked him. Resin took the defeat in stride, as he was distracted when he was hit. The Duskician...he was more difficult to read. On one hand, he cared not for the loss, aside from the fact that they had less people to work with. In the other hand, he had managed to see the Goddess that had created his people.

The Duskician didn't know how to feel about that. Was it a sign that those three were heinous beings? Were they traveling to cause destruction? Why was his goddess there? He didn't know, but regardless, he had decided to make those three women his enemy.

When the sky fissured, and the spirits arrived, the exiles were the first to notice something wrong. Spirits that were foreign to their people had descended, and they sensed that their people were in danger. When they had addressed it to their comrades, the Duskician narrowed his eyes. It seemed that those three had managed to do something to bring about a catastrophe. He decided to investigate what has been happening.

[center]At the Slimilili Islands...[/center]

A number of the islands had been affected by the other Miriam's troublemaking. Entire settlements of Slimililis were being absorbed by the puppets that she chose. She had planned to absorb the entire race to create a single entity to control and travel the world, bringing destruction in her wake.

She had been busy using another puppet to absorb a village. However, when she attempted to absorb them, a large mist appeared. 

The mist surrounded her, and began to stain red.