[center][h1][color=00aeef]Link[/color][/h1][/center]

[center]Word Count: 551 [/center]

[center][color=00aeef][b] Level 8[/b] [/color] - (19/80) + 1[/center]

[center]Location: Carcass Island ~ Where All Things Must Come ---> The Azure Weald[/center]
[@DracoLunaris][@Zoey Boey]
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"If you want to sit down we could go back and get the ship. Ride it through the cave." Link suggested to Sakura, only half joking as they walked. He was able to be slightly at ease because of the Kamek clone scout force that forged ahead in front of the small group, secure in the knowledge that if a ravenous horde of monsters streamed out of the cave set on avenging their god, they could run back to Juniors painted portal and be done with this place. At least, for now. 

As he walked he listened to Sakura talk, about their progress and what might become of those that had left them when the world was made right again. "Linkle thought the same thing." He said. "When she was telling me about everything that had happened. How all the spirits would probably be brought back once Galeem was defeated, safe in their own worlds." He looked down at Delsin in his hand. "They are still around, somewhere. I think we all just experienced proof of that back on that beach. One way or the other, I think they'll be home once this is over."

Deciding not to leave off on that half-dour note he nodded thorough the cave, to the hole they had entered from in their first trip through. "New South was still holding in place when I left, through there." He was pleased to see that most of the monsters that were hanging around were in fact too dazed to fight them. Some he could see leaving, having grouped up with their fellows and found their own way out of the caves. Scaly and bony backs retreated into nearby tunnels, seemingly no longer united around their object of worship and free to make peace or fight for this accursed isle at their own discretion. 

At least their targets were easy to spot, the ethereal beauty of the Princesses standing out against the grotesques mass of life. The two hadn't moved, still sitting with their underlings in a daze. Kamek seemed to pick up on a certain tension in the air, ready for a fight to start at any moment, while Rika stepped up to the pair and tried to bring them out of it. As she did Kamek's clones set to work, quietly putting the fish monsters that had obviously once been something other than fish monsters out of their misery while extending olive wands to anything that seemed like it could be non-hostile. Unfortunately, the clones judgement proved poor as one was murdered by the cutest monster in the room who proceeded to stab another of the nearby monsters before Kamek and his pet gunmen managed to put it down. Rumblings of future violence began spreading through the cave like ripples in a pond, and Kamek came to them asking what they should do. 

Link's mind started to race, not wanting to get caught up in another missive battle, but his eyes settled on the small Abyssal fleet stationed in the room that was stirring before his eyes flicked back to Rika, Bella, and their sisters. "Intimidation?" He said. "Nothing that isn't driven by pure, stupid malice would pick a fight with a group of Abyssals that size. Someone just needs to take command and lead them."