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The frozen wilderness warmed the more they advanced through the storm. The eye was just ahead, where a battle raged from far away, the distorted land behind them giving way to more red haze. But they were stronger for it. One way or another, as Eien's influence faded out... they found a new way...

"STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Umbra wailed, tearing off part of Tempest's ectoplasmic face, but it just grew back. And the piece Umbra held grew over her hand, rendering it useless. She screamed again and smashed it into a tree, but nothing worked. The tails dug into her body, and Tempest formed...

Umbra's jaws twisted into a horrible grin. "And apparently, you are weak in mind... Did you really think that would work? Do you really think that trying to heal what is already dead will work?" She took a threatening step forward. "Do you... really..." Her breathing was becoming rapidly more...

"You... are calling me weak?" Umbra stepped closer to Nip, up to the point where they were only a step apart. "I know there's the phrase of... taking one to know one. But I don't think that applies here. I know weakness when I see it. And you..." Her larger jaws turned toward him, opening to...

Umbra shrieked in surprise, "Fire?!" She wasn't expecting a burn from a strike from Nip of all things, that was for certain. Perhaps these illusions were only partial memories--they were illusions, right? It was so hard to tell. But that moment was all Nip needed to grab the bag from her. The...

"Tsk." Umbra withdrew her fist while the jaws behind her head gnashed angrily. Her true face was unreadable and blank, impassive, bored. "Your first instinct is to hide. Of course it is." Nip's Radiance was incredibly high, and that brightness seemed to annoy her. She stepped away, but the...

"You're right." The voice was colder than the ice itself. Something flopped on the ground in front of Nip, midway between the pair of eyes that indeed did not belong to Tempest, and Nip himself. It looked like a severed tail. One that usually belonged to a set of nine. The one who tossed the...

Nip was winded and it was hard to tell exactly why, or when he'd been running, or if he should have been at all. It was nighttime; the sky was total blackness. The forest trees were relentlessly thorny and forgave not even the slightest misstep. The ground was frozen and packed with a thin layer...