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Suddenly The ground trembled with every thunderous stride the beast took—each step sinking deep into the soft, blackened soil, leaving steaming craters in its wake. The trees swayed as if cowering, their twisted branches reaching out like hands desperate to escape the chaos that followed. The air was thick—almost electric—with hatred and raw magic.

"You're mocking me!" the beast roared, its voice cracking through the forest like lightning. Its muscles tensed beneath the swirling darkness that cloaked it, and it raised its right claw, long and gleaming like dark blades, as it lunged forward in a blur of motion.

The obsidian golem met the charge head-on, each of its heavy steps crushing the earth beneath like stone drums. Its right arm shimmered, the surface shifting and reforming—molten lines of blue energy carving down its forearm until, with a flash, the limb hardened into a blade. The two forces collided mid-charge.

A deafening clang! rang out as claw met blade. Sparks scattered like burning stars, lighting up the surrounding forest for an instant. Shadows danced wildly against the trees. The impact rippled the ground, tossing up waves of dirt and fallen leaves that spiraled around them in a chaotic storm.

Dila stood a few paces back, her staff clutched tight in both hands, the blue glow from the golem's eyes reflecting faintly in beast form but still dark outline. "Nari!... did you… put a weapon on that golem?" she asked, half-incredulous, half-awed.

"Yeah," Nari's voice hummed from the glowing crystal on the staff, tinged with nervous amusement. "What else was I supposed to do? That thing's dangerous!"

Dila scratched at her cheek, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Ahaha… maybe I just—uh—fixated on fists? I'm a bit fist guy, you know?" she said, flashing a small, awkward grin while closing one eye, trying to play it off.

There was a beat of silence, save for the grinding of the golem's blade against the beast's claws—like metal screaming against metal. Then Nari sighed, her voice teasing yet worried. "Master… fists don't always save you, you know."

Dila's smile faltered, her grip tightening as she watched the sparks fly. The reflection of battle flashed in her eyes—fierce, uncertain, determined.

The obsidian golem and the beast stayed locked together, their power straining against each other. The sharp edges of the golem's black blade clashed against the beast's dark claws, each scrape flaring sparks that scattered like tiny stars in the night air.

The ground beneath them cracked and quivered, pebbles skittering away from the pressure of their strength.

The beast's blood-red eyes burned like molten embers, inches from the golem's glowing blue stare. A low, guttural growl escaped its throat, vibrating through the clearing. "Impossible.... how can your toy be this strong?" it snarled, voice thick with rage.

Then with a sudden burst of strength, the beast twisted its body and pushed. The force rippled outward in a thunderous shockwave, the ground splitting open beneath its feet. The golem was thrown back from the impact, its massive frame tumbling through the dirt before landing protectively beside Dila, shattering chunks of earth under its weight.

Dust rolled through the air. Dila coughed, shielding her face as the wind swept through her silver hair. When the haze finally thinned, her lips curled into a half-smirk.

"You know what.... you're nothing, beast. You can't even defeat me. You're just junk from my mind," she said, voice trembling between bravado and fear.

The beast's roar tore through the silence, shaking the trees and sending bats scattering into the dark sky. "You're mocking me!" it bellowed, fury blazing from its eyes.

Nari's voice cut through sharply. ☆ Careful, Master! You don't want that thing to tear you apart and savor you! ☆

Dila froze, clutching her staff tight. Her eyes widened, panic breaking through her smug grin. "E-eek! You're right! I don't want to be anyone's dinner!" she squeaked, stepping back as the beast crouched low, claws dragging through the dirt, ready to charge again.

The night trembled. The wind howled through the trees.

And between them.... the faint glow of the golem's eyes began to burn even brighter.

The beast's roar again tears the night open — a sound like gravel and hungry thunder. It screams, "If I can't defeat you, I'll shred every last part of you!" Muscles now more ripple under that inky outline; the air around it shivers. With each convulsion its form balloons, black shadow pushing out into something bigger, meaner — red eyes burning harder, veins of darkness crawling like lightning across its hide.

Dila feels the forest tilt. Leaves rain down. Her knees wobble, but she forces herself to stand taller, staff clutched so tight the metal bites into her palm. The obsidian golem at her side trying to analyse the beast and preparing a potential blow for blow — both its arms have become razor blades,

The obsidian golem lean down knees buckled and charge with one flash movement.

The beast claws and the Golem blades suddenly clashed ringing like struck metal when they cross with the creature's claws. Sparks scatter; the smell of scorched bark and ozone fills her mouth as Dila watching From the Distance.

From the core of the staff Nari's voice comes softer than before, urgent and thin.

"Master — threat level: Danger — beyond current skill. If we don't get out of your dream now, we will lose. Use of my full power will cost you… a lot i and there is no turning back that happens." Her tone fractures at the end, tiny and human. "I was just repaired. I'm still not back at full state. If you push me—"

Dila closes her eyes for one raw second. Fran's face flashes across the shutter of her memory — the sister who trusts and wait her. The image is a small, stubborn furnace in her chest. She breathes. The little ember grows.

"Y-ye—yeah i already know that Nari but, We will make it." she stammers, voice thin with the weight of it, but the word hardens into resolve. Her fingers curl tighter. She can feel the staff's heartbeat against her palm — Nari's inside, persistent and fierce.

The beast laughs, a sound that shakes dead branches. "You think that toy will last long and save you little girl? I'll skewer your soul until nothing remains." It spew words like a living spear of shadow.

Nari's glow spikes. The interface in the corner of Dila's vision flashes red:

Master There is no choice but to use this

(WARNING — Sub-hidden class: Archaic Conductor — incompatibility Incomplete.

Use = High output / Severe side effects.)

Nari's voice is a whisper and a roar all at once. "Master. If you want to stop this — we can sync. I can push through the Conductor's edge to stabilize it and amplify your casting. But it will burn through our recovery. Promise me you'll hold on to me." Her little laugh trembles. "Promise?"

Dila swallows. The golem and the beast still fighting but her golem is in losing battle; the forest wait like on a knife-edge.

She thinks of all the hands that have lifted her. She thinks of Fran's laugh, the cat girl who gave her joy, even it's small and ridiculous sometimes but that's the life she wants: quiet, safe. Devoid of any problems.

She nods, barely. "I promise i will make it."

Nari's light floods the staff. It isn't the playful pinks anymore but a hot, crystalline blaze. The Archane staff hums like a throat about to sing. The runes etched into its shaft flare one by one, and the surface of the staff ripples as if a heart is beating inside stone. Dila feels power crawl up her arm — not magic she's used before but something older, keyed to raw resonance. The warning blossoms across her sight again: HEALTH → TEMPORARY DEGENERATION RISK: HIGH. Her edges feel colder, the world sharper.

"Focus on me," Nari breathes into her mind. "Channel through the staff. I'll form the conductor — you bind it with intent. Think of a lock, master: Your obsidian golem is like shadow. Your will is the key. Break the lock. And unlish it's full strength."

Dila plants her barefeet on the loamy ground, draws breath like it's a tether, pulls her panic into a concentrated point. She closes her eyes and sees — not the golem, but Fran's face, the warmth of a morning, the feel of Fran's hug. She clutches the image and ties it to the staff with everything she is.

"Archaic… Conductor—SYNC!" she forces the words out, raw and jagged.

Light tears open. A ribbon of pink-white energy shoots from the staff, coiling out like a living thing, then explodes outward into a lattice of crystalline sound. The forest screams in a chorus of broken wind. As The obsidian golem is targeted. It rears and stiff a bit; the beast freezes mid-lunge as the lattice wraps around it, cold and bright.

The shockwave hits like a slammed door. Dirt flies, leaves shred, and for one impossibly suspended heartbeat the shadowed beast is now like a statue in a cage of light. Its red eyes flare in panic and then — with a cracking rasp like breaking glass — the creature staggers backward, howling,as if like pushed aside by a pressure not of muscle but of pure, resonant force.

Dila's knees tremble. Every fiber in her body hums. A white-hot pain, like someone carving tiny lines beneath her skin, trickles from her core outward; her vision flickers in and out at the edges. The interface blares another message, more desperate: SYSTEM: LIFE-SPAN TEMPORAL COST INITIATED — EST. DEGENERATION +2.7% — then it cuts, fragments of text like fallen leaves.

Nari's voice is breathless in Dila's mind, proud and small. "It's working, master! Hold the channel! Don't—don't let it snap!"

The beast roars — this time a different sound: surprise, fury, and a raw, animal lashing at something it cannot chew. It lashes its claws against the conductor-lattice in the body of the obsidian golem, sparks showering where shadow meets light. For a second, the world tilts toward silence.

Then the lattice shudders… and fractures.

Energy snaps back like a rubber band cast off. The force slams into the Beast and Dila including the surroundings as it spread like ripples. She tastes iron; her knees buckle. The staff nearly wrenches from her hand as

The power of the Archaic conductor continued to hammer outward From the obsidian golem.

Around her the forest stumbles. The beast, though battered and staggered from afar, still breathes. Its outline pulses, enraged and alive. Her golem still standing like as if nothing had happened. The dirt is scorched. Leaves float in ash-dusted spirals.

Dila collapses to one knee, breath dragging like someone hauling weights across her chest. Pain blossoms along her sides, and a cold dread curls at the back of her neck — the system's final whispered.

Nari's voice, thin now, croons at her like a lullaby and a scold. "Master... you did well. You held it. But—" she falters — "we paid for it. Rest. Recover. We can't push like that again."

The beast slowly stands and exhales a long sigh with ragged laugh — wounded but still dangerous. Its red eyes lock on Dila with a new kind of hunger: but not to destroy, but to respect her.

Dila presses the staff into the dirt to steady herself. Her fingers tingle cold; the runes on the shaft have dulled to a weary glow. She looks up, voice hoarse and honest.

"I'm not done," she says. It's small, cracked — but it is hers.

The broken forest answers with a silence so loud it's almost a breath. The beast shifts its stance and begins to walk towards her, slower now, calculating. Nari's pink light flickers weakly inside the staff, like a lamp that's been relit after a hard gale.

Somewhere very far away — or perhaps very near — a sound like wind through glass whispers: This battle is over.

The air stood still.

The forest that had once burned with sound was now only a wasteland of broken roots and scattered dust. The ground still smoked faintly where the magic had torn through it. Dila's obsidian golem remained in the center — motionless, hollow, its glow completely gone. Its form stood like a silent statue, black glass dulled under the pale flicker of dying light.

Dila's breath trembled as she leaned on her staff. Her knees were weak, her heartbeat uneven, and her vision swam in grey and red.

Then she saw it.

The beast — the thing that had tried to kill her — was still there, walking toward her through the haze. Its heavy steps pressed the dirt down, leaving deep imprints that crumbled with each stride. Every second, her throat tightened more. Its glowing red eyes gleamed through the smoke, curved into a mocking, smirking shape.

Dila tried to lift her staff again, but her hands wouldn't stop shaking.

The beast came close enough that she could feel its breath, warm and strange against her skin. Then, suddenly… it stopped.

Without a word, the creature sank to one knee before her. Its claws folded inward; its hands pressed together, one fist into the open palm, as if in an old warrior's salute. The ground groaned beneath its weight.

Its voice came low, rough but calm.

"I thought you were unsuitable to wield that Archaic Conductor…"

The beast lifted its gaze, the ember glow softening.

"…But it looks like I was wrong."

Dila blinked, her lips parting in disbelief. The words didn't sound like mockery. There was something else there — recognition, maybe even respect.

The creature bowed its head slightly. "You win. I will not claim your life anymore… but honor it."

Her fingers tightened around her staff until her knuckles ached. "W…what do you mean?" she whispered, the sound barely leaving her mouth.

But before she could step back, before she could even think, the air began to change.

The entire forest started to dissolve — branches, trees, leaves, even the air itself breaking apart into soft, drifting ashes. They floated upward, glowing faintly in the dim light, like tiny fading souls being pulled away by the wind.

The beast's form began to blur, its body breaking into the same glowing fragments. Its eyes stayed fixed on her, softer now, until even they turned to light and scattered.

Dila reached out a hand, but her fingers passed through the air. The heat of battle was gone. Only quiet remained.

And then…

A voice broke through, faint and distant.

"...Dila... Dila!"

The world tilted. The ashes turned to white light, and her vision trembled.

Someone was calling her name — close, warm, real.

"Dila! Wake up!"

Her eyes fluttered open as the last specks of dream faded away, she now clutched the staff closer to her chest her hands now trembling... her chest still rising and falling as if the fight had never truly ended.

The ceiling came first… white, still, sterile. A faint hum filled the room, like the soft purr of distant magic. Dila blinked once, slowly, her breath catching in her throat as the cold air brushed her face.

She was lying on a bed — soft, yet strangely heavy, the faint warmth of a healing lamp beside her bathing her in pale light. Her fingers twitched, feeling the weight of something firm and familiar pressed against her chest. Her staff. She was still holding it.

Her eyes moved weakly, unfocused at first, then slowly clearing. The shapes around her became faces.

The mage doctor was the first she saw — a woman in a light robe, her expression drawn with worry. "Are you okay?" she said, voice trembling. "Your body was twitching like crazy… I thought you'd never wake up."

The sound came faint and distorted in Dila's ears, like she was hearing through water. The world felt slow, muffled, far away.

Then… a different voice. Softer, breaking.

"...Sister… sister!"

Dila turned her head slightly to the right. Fran was there — her little sister in tears, her cat ears flattened, her face red and trembling. She was gripping Dila's arm so tightly, as if letting go would make her disappear again.

Through her blurred hearing, Dila could faintly hear hiccupped sobs. The sight hit her like a warmth spreading through her chest.

Then, beyond Fran, she saw Jade. Standing still, his green eyes filled with quiet worry. His hands were folded, but his jaw was tight. He didn't speak — he didn't need to. The concern in his eyes said everything.

Professor Galahad was there too, by the door, his shoulders relaxing as if a long weight had been lifted. He murmured something to the doctor, relief softening the stern lines of his face.

Fran's crying grew louder, her tears soaking through Dila's robe as she hugged her tightly, burying her face into Dila's chest. "I thought you'll never wake up again!" she choked out, voice trembling.

Dila's hand moved weakly — a small motion at first, then with more strength. Her fingers brushed through Fran's soft navy-blue hair, slow and tender, stroking it to calm her.

"It's okay…" she whispered, her voice quiet, fragile but real.

Fran only sobbed harder, clinging tighter.

Dila smiled faintly, a tired but gentle smile, her blue eyes glimmering beneath the fading light of the healing lamp. Her staff still rested against her heart — a silent proof that she'd survived both the nightmare… and herself.

Suddenly.

A soft voice bloomed inside Dila's mind, faint at first… like a whisper carried through rippling water.

☆ Master… you're finally awake… I thought i lost you… ☆

Dila's breath caught. Her heart fluttered so suddenly she almost forgot how to breathe. Her lips parted, but no sound came out — the words formed only inside her thoughts.

Nari? Is that… really you? she said in her mind, her heart trembling at the sound she'd missed so much. I thought… the dream was just a dream.

☆ Hehehe… you thought it was nothing? We almost lost you know, master! You scared me half to death, you know that. ☆

Her voice was light, teasing — yet behind it, Dila could feel that soft ache of worry, that hidden warmth that only Nari carried.

Dila's lips curved into a faint, tired smile. The room around her still smelled faintly of herbs and metal, the healing lamp humming softly beside her bed. Fran was now calm, her face pressed against Dila's chest, her breathing steadying after all the tears.

Dila's fingers gently continued to comb through Fran's hair, soothing and rhythmic, while her mind spoke softly to Nari.

...I'm glad you're still here, she thought, her smile deepening. I really thought I'd lost everything in there.

☆ You didn't lose me, silly master… I'm always here. Just don't make me panic like that again, okay? ☆

Dila's chest warmed. She let out a small breath that almost sounded like a laugh — quiet, shaky, but alive.

The light from the lamp shimmered faintly across her silver hair as she whispered in her heart, Yeah… I promise.