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The skies cleared more, and distant rumbles indicated where a battle raged in the eye of the storm. But for now, it was Ivy and Cynthian, recovered and rejuvenated, as the newly formed, sacred Eternal Flower gathered her new form together. It was, briefly, peaceful... And that hint of eternal...

The forest's storm was calming. The moon and the afternoon sun shined bright above them. The blotchy clouds continued to obscure the vast majority of it... but it was a welcome bit of light in the gloom. Ivy's body was shifting from Mew to Roselia. Perhaps that was why her mannerisms, too, had...

Ivy stared, wide-eyed, at the sky at first, making what might have been a gasp. When she did, her core expanded, then contracted, like lungs, and she winced. "Ivy is okay..." She wasn't; she looked badly hurt. But she smiled anyway, even as the villagers loomed over them. "Ivy... wants you all...

The villagers readied their attacks; a horrible voice was still shouting for Cynthian to strike, to do anything, and while it felt like this presence was powerful, like it was trying to force her into attacking against her will, it couldn't get a single foothold. There were no longer any Shadows...

The villagers shrieked when the Roserade's Shadows flared up, several of them immediately firing at Cynthian the second she did. And for a brief moment, Cynthian would hear a voice in her head--a dark, horrible voice, urging her to kill them for what they did to her. Kill, kill, kill, for all...

Suddenly, the villagers shrieked and several of them backed away, some outright fleeing. But others acted instantly, particularly the ones that believed they had an advantage against Cynthian. "Back! Get away! E-everyone! Rally! RALLY!" Ivy watched, frowning. She gulped, looking afraid again...

Hisses and frightened muttering followed. Countless footfalls came next, like they were getting into formation, but they had yet to make any kind of move. "There she is!" cried what might have been a village leader. "Get her!" "Protect the other one!" "Get ready...!" They got into formation...

It was dark. Cynthian knew this. And despite that, she could see perfectly fine through the gloom of these familiar trees and flowers. She was on the ground, staring skyward, but inevitably she would have to rise to the sense that she was being watched. Nothing moved, but she could feel them...