The ruins were silent.
Only the distant crackle of Arcane energy echoed through the broken castle.
Elysia trembled.
Every step was a battle against pain.
Her body ached.
Her legs shook.
She couldn’t breathe properly.
But she kept moving.
She had to.
"Yes. Inside the hall. It was there..."
"Just shut up."
She didn’t want to hear Fiesa.
Not now.
Not after everything.
"Right there!! On that table."
"I said SHUT UP. I can see it!"
She crouched lower.
Steadying herself.
Her fingers curled against the debris-covered floor.
She was so close.
"GET DOWN!!"
Without thinking—
Elysia dropped to the ground.
A pair of Virtis walked into the hall.
Their red-cloaked figures moved slowly, cautiously.
Scanning. Searching.
Elysia held her breath.
Her heart pounded in her ears.
She could feel her own pulse in her throat.
Too loud. Too fast.
"Okay. But don’t expect a thank you from me."
"I won’t."
The Virtis turned away.
The moment they did—
Elysia moved.
Silent. Quick.
She snatched the Book of Shrishgic from the table.
She ducked back into the shadows.
And she waited.
"What now??"
"Let me do it now."
Elysia felt it immediately.
The shift.
The way her muscles relaxed.
The way her fingers moved without her command.
Fiesa was in control.
And Fiesa was swift.
Her fingers flipped through the ancient pages.
She found the spell.
She stopped.
And then, calmly—she spoke.
"Now I need you to get ready."
"Ready for what?"
"Pain."
And with that—
Fiesa began to read.
(From the Book of Shrishgic)
"Yzeth korvas, dymor uthein—
Enthrash venor, vathrin kaeln!"
"Tysum arcuth, zeymor elthas—
Bindorah felm, shynthaen velr!"
"Aethel Zhoros! Aethel Zhoros! Aethel Zhoros!"
The moment the words left her lips—
The Book of Shrishgic glowed.
Bright. Violent. Blinding.
And then—
It burned.
Not on fire.
Not destroyed.
But absorbed.
Mending into flesh.
Elysia screamed.
A sound of pure agony.
Her nerves felt like they were tearing apart.
Her skin burned—like acid sinking into her veins.
The book was becoming her.
Its knowledge. Its power.
Every spell.
Every fact.
Every forbidden secret—
Was being carved into her very blood.
"Did you hear that??"
"It’s coming from the Hall. MOVE!"
And then—
All of them ran.
Inside the hall—
Elysia lay on the ground.
Panting.
Shaking.
Her veins glowed purple.
Bright. Alive.
Every pulse of her heart was Arcane energy.
She wasn’t just herself anymore.
She was something else.
Something more.
"Power. I can feel it."
"W-what did you do?"
Fiesa didn’t answer.
Because they weren’t alone anymore.
Footsteps.
Shadows.
And then—
Head Virtis entered.
Her eyes scanned Elysia.
Her face twisted—not in anger.
But in realization.
"What did you do?"
Behind her—
Dyn stood frozen.
Her Arcane gun gripped tightly.
But for the first time—
She hesitated.
Something felt different.
Something felt… off.
"What happened to her?"
And then—
It began.
The transformation.
But this time—
It wasn’t Elysia willingly giving control.
It wasn’t Fiesa asking for permission.
This time—
It was happening on its own.
Her body shifted.
Her wounds disappeared.
Her dark tunic formed around her like smoke.
Her eyes turned sharper. Colder.
She became Fiesa.
But not just Fiesa.
Something beyond that.
Something more powerful.
Something not even Fiesa had expected.
"She consumed the Shrishgic."
"Something that you always wanted to—didn’t you?"
Head Virtis finally looked… worried.
For the first time.
And Dyn…?
She gritted her teeth.
She wasn’t going to let her escape this time.
This wasn’t just about Fiesa anymore.
This wasn’t just about Elysia.
This was about something more dangerous.
Something that nobody was prepared for.
The air cracked open.
Purple lightning spiraled.
The ground trembled beneath them.
Fiesa stood tall—
Taller than she had ever been.
Not just Fiesa.
Not just Elysia.
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Something greater.
Something beyond both of them.
"IT WAS MINE!!"
She lunged.
A blast of Arcane power—
Roaring through the air.
Sharp. Precise. Deadly.
Fiesa moved.
Effortlessly.
The blast missed.
Like it was nothing.
"What in the—?"
She had never seen anything like this.
This wasn’t Elysia.
This wasn’t Fiesa.
This was something new.
Something unstoppable.
"STOP! I’ll shoot you!"
"Oh, Dyn."
She tilted her head.
"You should have stayed in school."
"NO! Not after you destroyed my career!"
"Enough. Let’s end this—once and for all."
THE BATTLE BEGAN.
BOOM!
The entire castle shook.
Head Virtis struck first.
A wave of crushing Arcane energy—
Searing. Blinding. Relentless.
She poured everything into it.
Trying to erase the monster she had created.
Trying to erase the mistake she had made.
But Fiesa—
Didn’t even flinch.
The attack smashed into her—
And dispersed.
Like smoke against the wind.
Like it was nothing.
"That’s it? That’s all?"
Head Virtis snarled.
She rushed forward—
Hands glowing, shifting, twisting—
Her Arcane energy forming into a jagged, burning spear.
She thrust it forward—
Straight at Fiesa’s heart.
Fiesa moved.
Effortlessly.
A blur of motion.
A flicker of dark energy.
The spear missed.
Fiesa twisted—
Catching Head Virtis’ wrist.
A pulse of power surged from her fingertips.
Dark, electric, suffocating.
"I can feel your fear."
And then—
She crushed her wrist.
SNAP.
Head Virtis SCREAMED.
The Arcane spear shattered.
A wave of energy exploded outward—
Throwing them both apart.
"Time to end this."
She aimed.
She fired.
A bright shot of Arcane energy—
Straight toward Fiesa’s head.
Fiesa caught the bullet.
Caught it.
With her bare hand.
The energy crackled in her palm.
Then she crushed it—
Snuffing it out like a dying flame.
"Nice try, Dyn. Want to try again?"
Dyn didn’t hesitate.
She charged.
Gun in one hand.
Arcane blade in the other.
Fiesa met her halfway.
A clash of Arcane steel and raw power.
Blades flashed.
Punches landed.
Energy surged between them—
Sparks erupting in every direction.
Dyn slashed.
Fiesa dodged.
Dyn spun, aiming low—
A kick to Fiesa’s ribs.
It connected—
But Fiesa barely moved.
"You’ll have to do better than that."
And then—
She slammed her palm against Dyn’s chest.
A pulse of raw power exploded outward—
BOOM!
Dyn was sent flying.
She hit the ground—
Rolling.
Coughing.
Gasping for air.
Head Virtis recovered.
She gathered her energy.
Summoning a storm of Arcane fire.
The flames surged around her hands.
Growing brighter.
Hotter.
Deadlier.
She unleashed it.
A blazing inferno—
Aimed straight at Fiesa.
A firestorm meant to incinerate her where she stood.
Fiesa stood still.
Watching it come.
And then—
She raised her hand.
And stopped it.
The flames twisted.
Curled.
Shifted.
And then—
Fiesa turned them back.
Redirecting the firestorm toward Head Virtis instead.
Head Virtis barely dodged.
The flames seared past her.
Scorching the castle walls.
The ground beneath her feet melted.
"You— You’re a MONSTER!"
"Oh, I’m more than that."
Her eyes glowed brighter.
Her energy surged.
Her power pulsed—
Darker.
Denser.
Unstoppable.
"I am Wrath itself."
The battle was over.
And they all knew it.
Fiesa was beyond them now.
Beyond all of them.
Beyond Elysia.
Beyond control.
She had won.
And now—
She would decide what came next.
The air was thick with silence.
The moonlight bathed the streets of Dohi Mand.
The cold wind whispered through the gathered crowd.
And there—
At the center of it all—
Fiesa stood tall.
A dark entity draped in shadows.
Her thick dark purple tunic billowing.
Her hands glowing with raw Arcane fury.
Her eyes burning—
Not just with power—
But with rage.
The most revered figure of the Mand—
The one the people worshiped—
The one for whom they sacrificed themselves.
And yet—
She was here.
Wounded. Weak. Defeated.
Brought low before the very people who once saw her as divine.
Fear.
Confusion.
Doubt.
"Elysia…?"
Fiesa turned to the crowd.
Her voice boomed—
Loud.
Commanding.
Unwavering.
"Fairies! This is your Virtis!"
She gestured down at the fallen figure.
"The one you worship!"
"The one in whose name you BURN YOURSELVES ALIVE!"
Fairies exchanged uneasy glances.
Whispers grew louder.
Questions began to swirl.
"She has been manipulating you for cycles!"
"No… Don’t…"
"She is NOT a Phinix!"
"She is NOT the path to Valfala!"
"She is a LIAR!"
Lifted her off the ground with ease.
Head Virtis choked—
Struggled—
Yet smiled.
"TELL THEM THE TRUTH!"
"TELL THEM WHAT REALLY HAPPENS AFTER THEY SACRIFICE THEMSELVES!"
"TELL THEM… OR DIE!"
"Kill me."
"It will only make you a monster."
Fiesa’s grip tightened.
Head Virtis gasped for air.
Her smile didn’t waver.
"I’M NOT A MONSTER—"
A voice.
Soft.
Calm.
Soothing.
"No, Fiesa."
"This isn’t you."
Her breath hitched.
Her fury wavered.
"No. Either she tells them… or she DIES!"
"Then kill me too."
"I can’t watch you like this."
Fiesa froze.
Her power wavered.
Her form flickered.
"Yes… that’s it. That kindness in you… is your weakness."
"Go on, Fiesa. Kill me."
"Be who you were meant to be."
"No, Fiesa."
"You are my friend."
"Even if you killed Livia and Trigaha—"
"I still love you."
"We are one."
Fiesa clenched her jaw.
Her hands trembled.
"Kill her too, Fiesa."
"Be the real you."
Something inside Fiesa snapped.
"NO!"
She threw Head Virtis aside.
Her chest rose and fell in heavy breaths.
Her fury burned—
But her resolve… cracked.
Her body stiffened.
Her gaze fell to the ground.
A whisper.
Soft. Uncertain.
"Do you love me?"
"I do."
"No matter what."
"We are one."
Her body began to shift.
The dark Arcane power softened.
The thick dark purple tunic faded away.
The fury melted.
The glow in her hands dimmed.
And then—
She was gone.
And in her place—
Elysia stood.
Her face soft.
Her presence kind.
Her eyes gentle.
The entire Mand watched.
In stunned silence.
Confusion.
Shock.
One moment, a monster.
The next, a girl.
The same face.
But a different soul.
Aiaris stepped forward.
Tears in her eyes.
Her hands trembling.
Her heart racing.
"Elysia…?"
Elysia turned to her.
Her breath caught.
Her chest tightened.
Her lips quivered.
And then—
She fell into her mother’s arms.
Crying.
Shaking.
Home.
But the world was not at peace.
Bruised.
Wounded.
Beaten.
But smiling.
Because she knew—
This wasn’t the end.
The moon stood still, casting its silver glow over the Mand.
The streets were silent, save for the whispers of the wind.
And at the center of it all—
Elysia stood tall.
Fiesa was gone.
The battle was over.
But the real fight—the fight for the truth—had just begun.
Her robes, once a symbol of divinity, were now torn.
Her hands trembled.
Her ego fought to stand tall—
But the truth had crushed her.
Her eyes softened, but her voice remained firm.
"If I hadn’t stopped Fiesa… you’d be dead."
"Then you should have let her kill me."
"I don’t want your kindness."
Saw the flicker of doubt in her eyes.
The weakness behind the defiance.
And she understood.
"It’s because deep down, you know you don’t deserve it."
"After everything you’ve done, you know you don’t deserve kindness."
The words struck deep.
Because they were true.
She had felt it.
All these cycles, all these lives she had taken, all these fairies she had deceived—
Had led to this moment.
To her downfall.
"I don’t know how this all started."
"One moment, I was asleep in my bed—"
"The next, I woke up with her trying to kill me."
Fairies exchanged glances.
They had seen Elysia’s transformation.
But now, they heard the truth.
Head Virtis had tried to kill her.
Why?
"Look at them."
"Look at these innocent faces."
"They did nothing wrong."
"And yet, they worship you."
Elysia’s words tore through her.
This simple fairy—this girl she had once dismissed—
Was now the one condemning her.
And worse—
She was right.
"Tell them the truth."
"Free them from the illusion you created just to make yourself powerful."
The air grew heavy.
And then—
Head Virtis exhaled.
The fight left her shoulders.
Her body slumped.
And for the first time in her existence—
She accepted defeat.
"You win."
Elysia reached out a hand.
And Head Virtis… took it.
She stood.
Faced the crowd.
Her followers.
Her victims.
Her people.
"My fairies…"
"I’m sorry."
"I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you."
"I used you for my own gain."
Confusion.
Shock.
Disbelief.
"Valfala… is a lie."
"A myth I created to lure you into sacrificing yourselves."
"A lie so I could take your Light and make myself stronger."
The crowd erupted.
Fairies fell to their knees.
Clutched their chests.
Years—cycles—of faith, devotion, and worship—
Shattered.
"I was never a Phinix."
"I was a monster."
"A monster who consumed you all."
The first fairy screamed.
Then another.
Then another.
"Kill her!"
"She used us!"
The mob grew restless.
They surged forward.
"STOP!"
"NO! This isn’t right!"
"PLEASE—calm down!"
But their fury did not fade.
And then—
A firm voice cut through the chaos.
"She’s right."
"I understand your anger."
"But let’s not become what she was."
"Let’s not kill her without justice."
"Let’s set an example—so no one else ever does this again."
The fairies hesitated.
Then stepped back.
Clad in armored tunics.
Weapons ready.
But there was no fight left.
They shackled Head Virtis.
Sealed Celsors around her hands.
And led her away.
For trial.
For justice.
Her face unreadable.
Then—
She smirked.
"And you."
"Oh, COME ON! You’re still after me?"
"Get on your knees."
"WHAT?! I just exposed the REAL threat!"
"I literally saved EVERYONE!"
"On your knees."
Elysia groaned.
But dropped to her knees.
Dyn shackled her wrists.
A moment of silence.
Then—
A small laugh.
"Gotcha."
"Wait—what?"
"I just wanted to catch you."
"To prove myself."
"And I did."
"Sooo… I’m… free?"
"You’re clear."
"Go."
Relief washed over her.
She looked at Dyn.
For the first time—
With respect.
"Now, go hug your mum before I change my mind."
Saw Aiaris.
Tears shining in her eyes.
Waiting.
Elysia ran into her arms.
And for the first time in what felt like forever—
She was home.
