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A mound of cultists throwing their bodies against the clones of a phantom thief.

A knight, an assassin, and a dragon, their weapons all drawn to tear each other apart.

Monoliths and spirits filled the air, warring for aerial dominance.

Slime dominated the earth, swallowing others whole.

She saw them all. She disregarded them all.

The silver clover that connected the Maiden and the Knight had become a compass, guiding Amaryllis and Sammy through the unnatural darkness that cloaked the graveyard. As the tiger mount rushed through the fog, her sword swept out to the side, slicing into the ground to leave a silver line. Guidance for others, if any would notice. She doubted they would. Any of the Beacon Buddies were a foe that made her Sword salivate, so hungry it was to feast upon their flesh and their might.

But the Knight of Rose quelled the wanton appetite of her eternal companion, even as its impatience chewed at the tips of her toes. They had a greater foe to fight, a greater glory to gain. Against the advent of a Horror, against the Infinite Abyss, it would take more than all of her power to see herself through the other side of the void. Oh, but imagine how tasty Soth would be, once her Silverlight began to carve into its phantasmal form!

Those thoughts gave her some courage, no matter how forced, and Amaryllis leapt off Tony once they arrived in the warzone that had become the domain of the crypt. In the distance, the sole light that shone was the nigh impenetrable barrier surrounding the ritual site, while before her, a dome of darkness bloomed, the masterwork of a witch. Asura descended upon the battlefield, golden arms clad in black flame, and a Seraph filled the world with divine radiance, her light reflecting off an array of blades crafted by a familiar Hunter.

[color=778899]“Sammy,”[/color] Amaryllis said, her eyes fixed upon the crypt, [color=778899]“Thank you for taking me this far. Now, I have a most urgent request for the Super Sleuth. Within the crypt is a Horror most foul, one great enough that even I will not be able to vanquish. With your deductive skills, find a way to open the barrier surrounding the crypt, so that others may head in to join the glorious fight.”[/color]

A smile, and then, Amaryllis patted her head.

[color=778899]“The best detective don’t need keys, right?”[/color]

With the falling of rusted roses, she shot off, all the tension in her body unleashed. The steel of her bones rattled. The iron in her blood converged. Her sword freed itself from its scabbard with the crying of an infant that tore itself out of the womb, and her heels chimed like church bells as she gracefully bounced from one tombstone to the other.

She couldn’t waste time dealing with the monsters all around.

[color=778899]“Rina! Cover me!”[/color]

But that’s why she had a partner, however coincidental their meeting here.

A final surge of speed, and the Knight of Rose became a silver bolt, hurtling towards the crypt, the ritual, the sacrifice that had to be saved, regardless of the crimes she committed in her ignorance.

[color=778899][i]‘Annabelle!’[/i][/color]
[@BrokenPromise][@Crusader Lord][@Rune_Alchemist]