They listened and listened to what Shion had to say. About how the Gran Kiltias dreamt of Ivalice’s demise, about how the only way to perhaps crippling Zodiark was to kill Emiri - or as most called her, The Scion of Time. About how every single Esper has been claimed, and that, with Ultima being the last one, Zodiark now was able to roam free on Ivalice’s soil, on her seas, on her cities. The worst fear that everyone who truly knew the real threat was now starting to become a reality. Nothing but the power of the Espers and their Chosen Ones could do stop him. Yet still…

[color=fff79a][b]“Then, fight with us, Shion.”[/b][/color] Wesley said, similarly echoing Nadeline. Truly, a desperate plea, but it was the only thing that made sense. Savayna looked at Wesley the same way that Grant looked at Nadeline. Both raised their eyebrows and both wondered if Wesley and Nadeline had lost their marbles.

Alas, however, Shion declined both similar offers, citing that there was something else she must do. She left them with a very cryptic riddle, which had Savayna scratching her head while Wesley was trying to figure out what that meant. It must have meant something important, but in his state, Wesley was in no position to try to figure it out. He would see Shion give him a nod. Perhaps that was an acknowledgement of his power. He gave her a nod back. From their battle, Wesley could definitely say that Shion deserved all of the respect that he could muster up. For someone at her strength level to come from a place such as Nabudis truly was deserving of any respect.

[color=fff79a][b]“I agree. We should rejoin with Jaakuna and Emiri.”[/b][/color] Wesley said, [color=fff79a][b]“I’m sure there are many things we need to tell them as they do for us.”[/b][/color] Wesley was only making an educated guess at this point.

[color=lightblue][b]“Then, let’s go!”[/b][/color] Savayna excitingly said.

And so, with a chuckle from Wesley, and a take-charge attitude from Savayna, the group was off to Stigma. A journey back , traversing the Forbidden City of Giruvegan back to the Feywood. The journey would definitely take a bit longer than it did to get there since Wesley was nearly at unconsciousness and Grant was less than one-hundred percent, but eventually they would get out of The Great Crystal, out of Ultima’s home, and into the Forgotten City of Giruvegan, into the ruins that she has within the many amounts of mist that cover her. They would traverse back through that city, fighting only when necessary, but fleeing for the most part. Using Way Stones when it called for, and going down that long entrance way back into the Feywood. 

Once in The Wood, they went through its tricky mirages. Monsters that came at them, though proved to be slightly challenging, even with Wesley and Grant in their states, the mantis-like creatures, and Bohemoths proved to be nothing more than child’s play compared to the likes of  Shion and Ultima. And so, they would do away with these beasts, striking them down as they came, but not wasting more time than what was absolutely necessary. They would slay them, and move on, taking the quickest route possible. 

Eventually, after a little over an hour of going through all of those hoops and hurdles, they eventually arrived where the Ifrit waited for them. Once beamed up by Iris(she scanned their body temperatures), they wasted no time. Ordering her go at top speed and to make the destination Stigma, she would with great efficiency. And thus the Ifrit was sent forth through the skies of Ivalice. 

As she went forth, Wesley and Grant, under the heavy demanding of their respective female mate, were sent to the medic bay where their wounds would be treated for, and where they may rest up. For, when the Ifrit arrived at Stigma, it would be a little less than a half of an hour. Not enough for Wesley to regain all of his strength, but surely enough to maintain a decent walking speed. Yes, that was definitely enough time for them to do that. And, as if time itself had went by fast, the Ifrit made dock at the Stigma Aerodome where Iris would announce the arrival. Gearing up, Wesley and Savayna were ready, as were Grant and Nadeline(assumingly). Only the make of haste would be required as they would enter the transporter, and would touch ground on Stigma’s solemn grounds.