What’s the last thing you remember? [color=lightblue]That bitch Levi was going on about something. And my father was quiet while she did it. Grant said some things - flattering things that made me want to punch him.. But they actually were really sweet. ALmost made me want to kiss him. Almost.[/color] I see. Okay, what’s the next thing you remember? [color=lightblue]Hm, let me see. I felt something off, as if there was this ominous danger I sensed. I guess I acted on instinct.[/color] That’s what seemed to happen. [color=lightblue]Lot of good it did me. I’m dying. Or am dead. I don’t know which is worse.[/color] Who said you’re dying? Savayna, not knowing who it was she was conversing with, gestured around. She was floating in an endless surroundings of white and blue mist encompassing what seemed to be miles upon miles of a frozen tundra. There was light from a blue-hued sun that brought a heated chill to the surrounding area. There were mountains in the distance, all frost capped. [color=lightblue]I don’t know what you think this is, but I took a direct shot from that bitch Leviathan. She punched a hole straight through where my heart was. So, you tell me, oh ominous vocal one, how am I not dead?[/color] Because you gave yourself for Grant. You sacrificed your life for his. Even if you are dead in the physical plane, for all intents and purposes, you will not be dead in any other way. [color=lightblue]You know, you’re confusing me. Simplify it for me.[/color] The voice sighed, as if annoyed by Savayna’s simplistic nature. Just close your eyes, and count to five. [color=lightblue]What does this look like to you? A team-building exercise?[/color] Just do it! The voice had said sharply. As Savayna would give it a scoff, she did as it commanded. [color=lightblue]One.[/color] She took in a deep breath. [color=lightblue]Two.[/color] She exhaled that deep breath. [color=lightblue]Three.[/color] She sighed as she inhaled. [color=lightblue]Four.[/color] She exhaled her second breath. [color=lightblue]Five. . .[/color] Savayna heard someone speak to her. It took her a moment to focus on the voice. It was faint, as if far away for some reason. She closed her eyes to focus more. She heard it clearer now. And the volume of which the voice was at increased to the point that she could make it out. It was Grant. Grant was speaking to her. He was saying something about how he couldn’t guarantee a life with him would be easy. [color=lightblue]Well, no shit dumbass. You’re a prince of Rozarria. Pretty sure you wouldn’t have an easy life without me, now factoring in my own clusterfuck of problems.[/color] As she honed in on his voice, he was not talking about regret, but specifically about how he’ll feel regret if he —[color=lightblue]wait, did you really just say what I think you said? Slow down there, hombre! No need to[/color] — Before she could finish what she was going to say, Savayna felt all tingly inside(no not that kind of tingly, you sick fuck). It was warm, like that warmth from before, but it felt nice. And compassionate. It was also fractured. One could even say that it was unbalanced, filled with uncertainty, but there was a foundation laid out in which was bathed with love. Savayna felt it consume her. It was like someone was telling her it was okay to cry while shedding tears themselves. She felt vulnerable and safe at the same time, and mixed in there was a weird combination of doubt and security. And as Savayna would find her eyes being shut, it was only a moment and a half later that she opened them, seeing Grant’s golden eyes looking directly down at her aquamarine eyes. And as she heard those final words, she took a moment to think. Well, not so much think, but more like feel around her chest. It was to check for any remnants of her injury. Nothing. There was nothing. “[color=lightblue]You dumbass.[/color]” Savayna said, forcing a half-smile with blushed cheeks. “[color=lightblue]You didn’t have to say those corny-ass words.[/color]” she said, clearly embarrassed, “[color=lightblue]but, they were..[i]sweet.[/i][/color]” She wanted to avoid his gaze, but the moment declined that request. Instead, she took his hand. “[color=lightblue]Yeah, I’ll stay with you, s’longs you never say anything that corny ever again. Or I’ll tell Reia and Lorenzo how sappy you really are.[/color]” Savayna teased. She even brandished a grin to reflect that. [hr] About an hour was spent in the house of Lannit and WEndy going over the plan. They spent the time going over the blueprints of the Archades Dungeons that Lannit had stored away from a few years back after he was arrested for assaulting an Archadian soldier that had flirted with Wendy. Good thing he did that because they needed it for the plan. The Archades Dungeons have always been underneath Archades. To common knowledge, it’s only accessible through an elevator in the tower of the Emperor. All other entrances either have been believed to have been sealed or are simply an illegal way of entering the dungeons. In truth, there was another entrance that existed, though it wasn’t exactly the safest of routes. Thanks to the war between the Solidors and the Darcones, which involved a heavy amount of magic and mist being used, the alternate route - a secret passage through the Sochen Cave Palace — has suffered extensive damage of a high amount of mist being present. This alternate route is accessible if one goes through the Hall of the Wroth God; however, knowing what lies awaiting them, one could only guess that it was a suicide mission. “[color=mediumslateblue]You can’t actually be thinking we go through there, Jaakuna![/color]” Lannit shouted, seeming to protest the alternate route. “[color=ed1c24]That’s the only way aside from the [i]official[/i] entrance. Of course, if you’re too scared, we can risk getting arrested again.[/color]” Jaakuna goaded Lannit. “[color=mediumslateblue]It’s not that..[/color]” “[color=ed1c24]Then what?[/color]” “[color=mediumslateblue]Well, you know what lurks in the Hall of the Wroth God, don’t you?[/color]” “[color=ed1c24]Aye, that I do. In fact,[/color]” Jaakuna grinned, pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket. “[color=mediumslateblue]Don’t tell me —[/color]” Jaakuna showed Lannit the paper. It was a hunt ad for the Hell Wyrm. While Jaakuna grinned like the idiot he always was, Lannit shook his head with vigor, arms waving in front of him as if declining this route. He would look to Lorenzo. “[color=mediumslateblue]Please talk some sense into him. Tell this dumbass that we don’t have the time for this. Tell him that this is a suicide mission![/color]” Lannit pleaded with Lorenzo.