Miyazono’s feet pounded against the cobblestone as she reached the dark alleyway. The narrow street was lined with shops, all of them shuttered and silent, abandoned in the dead of night. The atmosphere was unsettling, the air thick with the weight of something unseen. She kept jogging forward, the voice in her head guiding her, the map imprinted in her mind urging her forward. She knew the sword was close, but with each step further into the alley, doubt began to creep in.

At the end of the alley, Miyazono came to an abrupt stop. She scanned her surroundings, her eyes darting left and right, but there was nothing. No sign of the sword she had been tracking, nothing but silence and darkness. Frustration bubbled within her as the voice in her head began to beep louder, the urgency unmistakable.

She drew in a deep breath, trying to calm herself. The sword was here. She could feel its aura, a strange and powerful energy swirling around her. But no matter where she looked, she couldn’t see it. Her gaze roamed the entire alley, her senses on high alert. In a last-ditch effort, she even bent down, pressing her ear to the cold stone road as if that might reveal something hidden beneath the surface.

Nothing.

Just as she was about to give up and turn away, thinking her instincts had failed her, the ground beneath her feet began to tremble. It started subtly, just a faint vibration at first, but quickly grew stronger. Miyazono widened her stance, planting her feet firmly apart to keep herself steady. Her heart raced as the trembling intensified, shaking the alleyway with a force that sent small pebbles scattering across the ground.

Instinctively, she dropped to the ground, lying flat on the road, her arms covering the back of her head. Her pulse hammered in her ears as the earth continued to quake beneath her. The air buzzed with energy, and just when she thought it might stop, a loud crack split the silence, the sound sharp and sudden. It came from right beside her, and she jerked her head up, eyes wide with shock.

A crack had formed in the stone next to her, growing larger with each passing second. She scrambled to her feet, backing away just as the crack exploded, sending shards of stone flying into the air. In that instant, a glowing sword erupted from the earth, shooting up into the sky. For a moment, it hung there, suspended in the air, glowing with an ethereal light that illuminated the alley in shimmering hues.

Miyazono’s breath caught in her throat as she watched, mesmerized. Slowly, the sword began to descend, its glow dimming as it gently floated back down to the ground. With a metallic clang, it landed on the road, the sound echoing through the now still alley.

For a moment, Miyazono stood frozen, her eyes locked on the sword. Then, gathering her courage, she stepped forward, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for it. The sword was heavier than she expected, its weight solid in her grasp. She lifted it, feeling its power coursing through her, before turning and sprinting back toward the temple, her feet moving faster than ever.

By the time she reached the temple, her breath came in ragged gasps, but relief flooded her when she saw Oya and Remeni already there, swords in hand. Their glowing blades cast a soft light on the ancient stone walls.

"So you found them as well," Miyazono said, her voice slightly breathless as she took in the sight of the other girls’ swords. The blades shimmered with a similar glow to her own, confirming their success.

Oya and Remeni both nodded in unison. The three of them exchanged glances, a shared sense of accomplishment passing between them. Together, they walked into the temple’s main hall, their footsteps echoing softly in the cavernous space.

Vinanna, who had been waiting for them, rushed forward the moment she saw them enter. Her face lit up with joy as she threw her arms around the three girls, hugging them tightly. "You actually did it!" she exclaimed, her voice bursting with excitement. "You found the swords! And so soon at that!"

Oya gently pulled back from the embrace, a calm smile on her face. "You just needed the right people," she said modestly. "We are descendants of the owners, after all."

Vinanna nodded, her brow furrowing slightly as she considered Oya’s words. "About that, Oya-chan," she began, her voice more serious now. "How are all your parents part of the same council when the descendant species itself was only discovered in the current era?"

Oya didn’t answer right away, and instead, it was Remeni who spoke up. "We also found the swords so soon. Everything is so... convenient," she said thoughtfully, her tone laced with suspicion.

Miyazono shot them both a look. "Yeah, let it be. Don’t jinx it," she warned, her voice light but firm.

"Yeah, let’s just do what we promised to do," Oya agreed, her practical side showing through. "And then we can leave for our next master’s house the day after, with Amash."

Remeni shrugged, her usual laid-back demeanor returning as she gave them a nod. "Maybe the questions can wait for later," she said, letting the tension slip away. "All we really need to do now is wait for Konosa and Ryoto."

The girls settled down together in the temple’s main hall, their swords resting beside them as they waited. Outside, the night sky was beginning to change, the inky blackness giving way to lighter shades of blue as dawn approached.

A soft creak echoed through the vast hall of the temple, drawing the attention of the girls as they stood up in anticipation. They expected to see Ryoto and Konosa, finally returning with their swords. Instead, a tall figure in black robes stepped through the massive door, the flickering candlelight casting his shadow long across the stone floor. It was Vinanna’s father, the priest.

"Father?" Vinanna’s voice was a mixture of surprise and concern. She stood up, prompting the other girls to follow suit, their eyes now on the man who approached with a calm and graceful air.

He was a striking figure—tall and broad-shouldered, his long black robes flowing smoothly around him. The high collar of his garment framed a chiseled jawline, his features sharp yet softened by a kind, warm expression. His raven-black hair was slicked back neatly, revealing a smooth forehead beneath which lay deep, thoughtful eyes, a mixture of wisdom and compassion. His robes were adorned with subtle silver thread, symbolizing his rank as the temple's only priest. A simple silver cross hung around his neck, gleaming in the faint temple light.

He gave Vinanna a gentle nod as he stepped closer. "Darling," he said in a low, soothing voice, "what is going on here? Why are you sitting with these young ladies in the middle of the hall at this hour?"

Vinanna hesitated, glancing at the girls before turning back to her father. She drew in a deep breath, steeling herself for what she had to say. "Father, there is something you need to know."

Her voice was steady as she explained everything—about the swords, the new team of Fujima, and how they were descendants of the original sword bearers, tasked with helping her defeat the creatures that threatened the town. She didn’t hold anything back, describing their journey so far, their successes and struggles.

The priest, Rikoto, listened carefully, his face unreadable as she spoke. When Vinanna finally finished, he paused for a moment, absorbing it all. Then, with great respect, he turned to the girls and spoke. "I am Rikoto," he said, his voice solemn, "Vinanna’s father and the only priest of this temple." He bowed deeply, lowering his head so far that it nearly touched the ground. "I am very grateful for your help. Thank you so much for what you’ve done."

Oya quickly stepped forward, alarmed by his gesture. "No, sir, please," she said, bowing back to him as a sign of respect. "You don’t need to do that. Please stand up."

Rikoto straightened, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of gratitude and pride. Oya continued, her voice firm yet kind. "Sir, this town is a responsibility of the sword masters as well. We’re here to help everyone. It’s our job to protect the citizens. It is our duty. Please, don’t bow to us. If anything, we’re thankful that we can be of help at all."

Rikoto’s smile deepened at her words, his genuine warmth making the girls feel at ease. "You are all remarkable," he said softly, his eyes lingering on each of them. The gratitude in his gaze was unmistakable, and the sincerity of his smile made the girls smile in return, feeling a renewed sense of purpose.

Suddenly, the door creaked again, and this time, it was Ryoto and Konosa who stepped into the temple. Ryoto carried a sword in his hand, the blade gleaming faintly in the dim light, while Konosa had two swords, his movements sluggish and his face pale with exhaustion.

"Wait," Vinanna said, her brow furrowing in confusion as she looked at Konosa. "Didn’t you find just one of them? How come you have both?"

Konosa groaned as he plopped down on the ground, clearly exhausted. His legs gave way under him, but Ryoto quickly reached out, grabbing him by the shoulders to steady him and prevent him from collapsing completely.

"Yeah," Konosa muttered between heavy breaths. "I found the sword of greed first, but after that, I started looking for the sword of gluttony. Luckily, they were nearby... maybe because wind and water descendants are somewhat connected. So I found it right after. And while I was coming back, I stumbled upon Ryoto." He leaned heavily against Ryoto as he finished his explanation, his voice barely above a whisper.

Vinanna didn’t waste any time. She dashed upstairs and returned shortly after with a glass of water. Kneeling down next to Konosa, she held the glass to his lips and helped him drink. Konosa took a couple of long gulps, draining the glass quickly, before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Thanks, Vinanna," he said weakly, giving her a small nod of gratitude.

"No," Vinanna replied with a gentle smile, "thank you, Konosa-san."

Konosa smiled back before slumping backward, resting against Ryoto’s chest, who had knelt down behind him, offering silent support. The weariness in Konosa’s body was evident, and the weight of the swords seemed to drain whatever energy he had left.

"We have all six swords now," Remeni said, her voice breaking the silence. She glanced at the others, and they all nodded in agreement. The feeling of accomplishment hung heavy in the air, but there was still a lingering sense of urgency.

Vinanna, looking at the exhausted group, cleared her throat before speaking. "Guys," she began, her tone serious, "I have some news." She paused, making sure she had their full attention before continuing. "If we don’t find the last sword today, before five in the morning, we’ll have to try again tonight. The sword won’t be releasing any detectable aura after five."

As her words sank in, all eyes turned to Ryoto. He was the only one capable of locating the final sword—his heightened Argon senses were their best chance. His connection with Ayeta made him uniquely qualified to complete the task.

Konosa, still leaning against Ryoto, turned his head slightly and spoke. "Ryoto, you better start right now. It’s already getting close to sunrise."

Ryoto sighed heavily but nodded in agreement. He gently lowered Konosa down, making sure he was comfortable before sitting on the floor on his knees. Closing his eyes, he began to concentrate, his brow furrowing as he reached out with his mind to sense the final sword’s aura.

Inside Ryoto’s Mind - The Red Headspace

Ryoto found himself standing in a familiar space, surrounded by a swirling red mist that stretched endlessly in all directions. It was the place where he often communicated with Etoile, the sentient spirit of his sword. But something felt different this time—more urgent, more intense.

“Wait. This is where I speak with Etoile...” Ryoto muttered to himself, his voice echoing eerily in the strange space. His heart raced as he spun around, trying to make sense of it all. The crimson fog thickened, and for a moment, it felt as though the atmosphere pressed down on him, suffocating him with its weight.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through the silence. “Master.”

The voice was soft and melodic, but it carried a commanding presence. Ryoto turned and saw her—the ethereal woman with flowing black hair and piercing violet eyes. Etoile, the embodiment of the sword’s spirit, was sitting atop a massive floating blade, her legs swinging playfully in the air.

“Etoile...” Ryoto called out, his brow furrowed with confusion. “What’s going on? Why am I here?”

Etoile’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as she gazed down at him. “You came here because you wanted to, Master,” she said cryptically, her voice lilting like a song.

Ryoto narrowed his eyes at her, frustrated by her usual evasiveness. “Can you never give me a straight answer? Tell me why I’m here.”

With a graceful leap, Etoile jumped down from the floating sword, her body drifting weightlessly through the air as she floated toward him. She reached out and cupped his face in her delicate hands, her violet eyes searching his.

“I like that you’re becoming more like your old self,” she murmured, her voice gentle. “The more we meet, the more you behave like what you used to be.”

Ryoto brushed her hands away, stepping back. “The answer, Etoile,” he demanded.

She chuckled softly and twirled around him, her movements as fluid as water. “Maybe... you need my help to find the sword of lust?”

Ryoto’s patience was wearing thin. “I don’t have time for games, Etoile. If you know something, tell me now.”

Etoile stopped her playful dance and floated before him, her expression suddenly serious. “Takana was the most level-headed demon in all of demon history.”

Ryoto blinked, his confusion deepening. “What do you mean?”

Etoile’s eyes darkened as she spoke. “Takana cared for his people. He stood up for them, even when they were wrongfully accused. He never resorted to deceit, nor did he abuse his power. In fact, he was so respected by the council that he was always seated next to the council head.”

Ryoto frowned, trying to piece together her words. “So you’re saying Takana was a great ruler... but what does that have to do with finding the sword of lust?”

Etoile sighed, her tone growing more somber. “Master, do you know why these ancient swords were left unattended in random places? Why they weren’t secured in the Sword Master Headquarters or even the Sword Master Museum?”

“They were kept in the temple,” Ryoto replied, his tone firm. “The temple was destroyed, and the swords were lost.”

Etoile shook her head slowly, her black hair shimmering in the red mist. “Is it really that simple, Master? Is that what you truly believe?”

Ryoto’s frustration mounted. “Stop talking in circles, Etoile! Be clear.”

Etoile floated closer again, her voice softening. “Master... think carefully. These ancient swords, in their true forms, are lying on the land, hidden from everyone. Did your ‘walking library’—Konosa—know about the swords being in the temple? Who wrote the book on the creatures you’re fighting? What king are they referring to in those texts? Has anyone ever told you of this history? Or anyone else for that matter?”

Ryoto felt a cold chill run down his spine as her words sank in. “What... what are you saying?”

Etoile moved behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest in a slow, intimate embrace. “This... this is a farce. A felony, even. Someone has orchestrated this entire situation, Master. Someone who seeks revenge for this unknown king. A king whose history has been buried. And if you place all the swords together, there will be consequences.”

Ryoto’s mind raced as he processed her words. “We haven’t even found the sword of lust yet,” he said, his voice tight. “And I still don’t understand what you’re getting at.”

Etoile rested her chin on his shoulder, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered. “Indeed, you have no idea. But if someone has orchestrated all of this, don’t you think they could have kept the sword of lust hidden all this time? Maybe... they’ve had it with them all along.”

***

In the Temple Hall

Back in the temple, the friends along with Vinanna and her father waited, their eyes glued to Ryoto’s still form. He had been sitting on the floor, eyes closed, for over two hours now. The silence in the hall grew heavy with worry.

Vinanna glanced at Konosa, her brows knitted in concern. “Why isn’t he opening his eyes yet? It’s been too long.”

Konosa, seated on the ground, shook his head calmly. “Relax. This happens sometimes. He’s probably talking to his sword.”

Vinanna sighed, leaning back on her hands and tilting her head back, exasperation evident in her voice. “Argons really are hard to understand.”

Just then, a sudden shift in the air made everyone tense. The atmosphere in the temple grew thick with a strange energy, and a low hum vibrated through the hall. Oya and Remeni stood up immediately, their senses heightened. Vinanna’s father, standing nearby, glanced around in confusion, trying to locate the source of the disturbance.

And then they saw it.

Beneath one of the large windows, a dark black sword lay on the ground, gleaming ominously in the faint light. The polished blade shimmered, casting an eerie glow. A powerful aura surrounded it, one that pulled at the very core of those in the room. Vinanna’s father muttered under his breath, the words escaping him before he realized he had spoken.

“The sword of lust...” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Vinanna and the others could only nod, unable to tear their eyes away from the weapon. The sword seemed to beckon them, drawing them closer with its alluring energy. It took all of Konosa’s strength to fight the pull, but he couldn’t break free of the sword’s hypnotic power.

In the back of his mind, Konosa knew what was happening—he was being pulled by the sword’s enchantment. But despite this awareness, he was powerless to stop it.

Then, a burst of light flooded the room as the other swords they had gathered began to glow. The sudden flare snapped them all out of the sword’s trance.

Oya shook her head violently, holding her temples as if trying to clear her mind. “What was that?”

Vinanna, still reeling from the experience, stood up, her legs shaky. “The power of lust...” she muttered, her voice trembling. She approached the sword carefully and lifted it from the ground. The weight of it felt heavier than the others, as though it carried something far more dangerous.

“We found all the swords,” she announced, her voice steadying.

Remeni, still catching her breath, nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Let’s end this creature story for good.”

Vinanna’s eyes flickered over to Ryoto, who remained motionless, his eyes still closed. “What about the prince?” she asked.

Konosa rose to his feet, shaking off the lingering effects of the sword’s pull. “Leave him,” he said, his voice calm. “He’ll join us soon enough. Sometimes it’s best to let him be. Forcing him awake won’t help.”

With a final glance at Ryoto, the group turned and left the hall, their steps heavy with the weight of their mission. They were headed for the place where, according to the book, the swords were to be placed, unaware of the dangerous consequences lurking ahead.

***

[Inside Ryoto's Mind – The Red Space]

Ryoto drifted in the vast, crimson void. The atmosphere was thick and heavy, like a storm about to break. His body, though suspended in mid-air, felt weighted, trapped. His eyes were shut tightly, face contorted as though he was fighting a battle within himself—struggling to escape a nightmare he couldn’t shake.

Etoile sat beside him, her presence a stark contrast to the oppressive red world around them. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders as she gently cradled Ryoto’s head in her lap, her fingers gliding softly through his dark, tousled hair.

"Master," she whispered, her voice gentle but laced with urgency. "You need to wake up now and stop them."

Her words, though spoken with care, had no effect. Ryoto’s body remained still, eyes closed, brow furrowing as if the nightmare was tightening its grip on him. His breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling irregularly, and even within the serenity of this floating space, it was clear that something was terribly wrong.

Etoile continued brushing his hair, her fingers moving rhythmically, trying to comfort him, to reach him in the only way she knew how. "Wake up, master. If you don’t wake up now, everything will be over," she said, her voice now more urgent, more desperate.

Suddenly, a shrill ringing sound pierced through the void. It echoed across the red space, cutting through the silence like a blade. Ryoto winced, his body jerking ever so slightly in response to the noise. His fingers twitched, and his brow furrowed deeper as though the sound was pulling him from the abyss.

***

[In the Temple Hall]

Ryoto’s eyes snapped open, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath. His heart pounded in his ears, and for a moment, he couldn’t tell if he was still in the nightmare or back in the real world. He blinked, his vision gradually clearing, but something felt off.

The temple hall was empty.

"Vinanna? Father Rikoto?" he muttered, looking around in confusion. His team, Vinnana, and her father were all gone. The silence of the temple, which had once felt sacred and calm, now felt unnerving, as if the air was charged with an unseen danger.

Ryoto pushed himself to his feet, his body still trembling slightly from whatever had trapped him in that strange dream. His mind was racing, Etoile’s warning replaying over and over again.

"If what Etoile said is true, then we must not place the swords in the slots like the book says." Ryoto's voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke to himself, his heart tightening with anxiety.

Without wasting another second, Ryoto dashed out of the hall. His legs moved with purpose, carrying him swiftly through the labyrinthine corridors of the ancient temple. The torches on the walls flickered, casting eerie shadows as he ran past. His mind was consumed by the cryptic instructions from the book. The swords were meant to be placed in their "rightful places"—some sort of stone slot or a case—but now, everything felt like a trap.

His footsteps echoed loudly as he darted from room to room. First, he checked the kitchen, then the library. Each one was just as empty and quiet as the last. The growing tension in his chest made it harder to focus. Where are they? he thought frantically.

That’s when he remembered the small, hidden door tucked between the bookshelves in the library, the very door Vinanna had gone through before to retrieve the Book of Sins. With a sinking feeling in his gut, Ryoto rushed toward it, the weight of dread pressing down on him.

As he pushed the door open, he froze in place, his breath caught in his throat.

What stood before him left him speechless.

Beyond the small door lay another temple, hidden behind the familiar walls. This one was vastly different, almost otherworldly. Giant green statues lined both sides of the hall, their grotesque forms resembling the very creatures they had fought. They were massive, towering like skyscrapers, each one standing motionless, yet their eyes seemed to follow his every movement. They weren’t just statues—they felt alive.

The floor beneath him was made of old brown bricks, and the ceiling, too, was a dull, earthen brown, creating a sense of being encased in stone. At the far end of the room, a massive stone throne stood, carved from the same brown material. Seated upon it was an immense green statue of a monstrous creature, its expression one of eternal wrath.

But what drew Ryoto’s attention the most was the large grey stone pedestal in the center of the room, directly before the throne. Seven empty slots were carved into the stone, each shaped perfectly to hold a sword. In the center of the pedestal, a skull was etched into the stone, and even from a distance, Ryoto could feel the malevolent energy radiating from it.

“This is… definitely the place,” Ryoto muttered, staring at the ominous stone. A cold chill ran down his spine.

“Indeed, it is,” came a voice from behind him, smooth and eerily calm.

Ryoto whipped around, his eyes wide in shock. Emerging from the shadows was Rikoto, his expression unreadable as he stepped into the light.

“The priest? Thank god!” Ryoto exhaled in relief, though something still felt wrong. "Are you okay, Father? Where are the others?"

Rikoto gave a slight nod, his face neutral. “I’m okay, child.”

Ryoto took a step closer, urgency filling his voice. “I have something important to tell you. We mustn’t—”

“—place the swords in the slots?” Rikoto finished the sentence for him, his tone almost mocking.

Ryoto’s eyes widened in surprise. “Huh? Yeah, exactly. You already knew? Thank god… Etoile warned me that there would be consequences if we—”

"Thank you, dear child," Rikoto interrupted, his lips curling into a strange smile. "Your warnings won’t go unnoticed."

Before Ryoto could respond, Rikoto calmly walked past him, approaching the grey stone pedestal. Without hesitation, Rikoto reached for one of the swords hanging from his waist—the Sword of Greed. In one swift motion, he placed it into one of the empty slots.

The skull at the center of the stone began to glow faintly, a soft but unsettling light emanating from it.

“Hey!” Ryoto shouted, his heart racing as he dashed forward. But before he could reach Rikoto, an invisible forcefield slammed into him, sending him crashing to the ground.

He lay on his back, dazed and struggling to catch his breath. “What are you doing?! I told you not to put them in the slots!”

Rikoto’s calm demeanor shifted, and a low, menacing laugh bubbled from his throat. His voice took on an edge of malice, something cold and terrifying. “I need my revenge, child. My species has suffered long enough.”

Rikoto reached for the next sword, the Sword of Gluttony, and placed it in another slot. The skull’s glow intensified.

“No!” Ryoto scrambled to his feet, slamming his fists against the invisible barrier. “Stop it! What are you doing?!”

Rikoto glanced at him over his shoulder, his smile never fading. “Listen closely, child. These swords, when united, will bring together the power of all the sins. And with that power, I will finally attain the magic I deserve.”

Ryoto’s heart sank. “Why are you doing this?!”

“Why?” Rikoto’s voice lowered, his tone cold and bitter. “Because I want to save my species.”

“Your… species?”

“These green creatures that you and the world fear so much… they are my kind. They have a right to live too, Ryoto, prince of Argon. But what would you understand? Your species has always been powerful. You’ve never known what it means to be hunted.”

Ryoto’s mind reeled. “Then what about the king? The sin of negligence?”

Rikoto chuckled darkly. “I made that up.”

“What?” Ryoto’s voice faltered, disbelief flooding his face.

“The Book of Sins… was written by me.”

Ryoto stood there, speechless, as Rikoto continued, the truth unraveling like a twisted nightmare. “My species lived peacefully in this town long before the others arrived. But when they saw us, they called us monsters. Vinanna’s mother… she didn’t know I was different when we married. When she saw my kind, she hunted them down. She was strong, even for a human. Vinanna took over when she died, killing my kind without knowing the truth. It haunted me.”

Rikoto placed another sword into the slot, the Sword of Pride. The skull’s light changed from grey to a sickly dust-yellow glow.

“Stop it!” Ryoto banged his fists against the invisible barrier, his frustration mounting. But the shield didn’t budge.

“I created a plan,” Rikoto continued. “I knew the only way to protect my species was to gain power—true power. And the most powerful force left in this world is magic. The original Book of Sins spoke of these swords and their owners. I don’t know how their descendants were tied to the defense pillars, but that didn’t matter. I had to get the swords.”

Rikoto placed the Sword of Sloth into the slot.

“Hey! Stop it!” Ryoto shouted again, desperation clawing at his chest as he struggled to break through the barrier.

Rikoto ignored him, his voice steady as he revealed his plan. “When we began restoring the temple, I started searching for the swords. I couldn’t find any at first, except the Sword of Lust. Then I heard of your team. Fujima, your leader, had no idea what was happening in the village because I ensured that no news leaked. Your team was full of people who could help me retrieve the swords.”

Ryoto’s eyes narrowed as he slashed at the invisible barrier with his sword, Etoile. But nothing happened. The barrier remained intact, mocking his efforts.

“It’s no use, Ryoto,” a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

Ryoto froze. His breath caught in his throat. That voice… it was unmistakable. Cold and soothing, the voice he hadn’t heard in so long. Ayeta.

He looked around frantically, his heart racing with a flood of emotions. “Ayeta?” he whispered under his breath.

In his head, Ayeta’s voice spoke again, calm and measured. “It’s a wall created by their species, Re-chan. But there is a way to stop him. The Sword of Wrath… it’s yours, isn’t it?”

Ryoto gritted his teeth, his emotions swirling, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on the past. Rikoto was about to unleash unimaginable power. He had to act.

“How do I call the sword back?” Ryoto whispered, trying to keep his voice low so Rikoto wouldn’t hear him.

Ayeta’s voice was firm yet gentle in his mind. “Command it, Re-chan. Say, ‘Sword of Wrath, come back to your master.’ That’s all you need.”

Ryoto took a deep breath, the cold air of the temple brushing against his skin. His mind swirled with urgency, but he forced himself to focus. As he exhaled, his voice cut through the thick tension hanging in the air. "Sword of Wrath! Come back to your master!" His command echoed within the temple, bouncing off the towering statues and stone walls.

For a moment, everything went silent. Then, from Rikoto’s grip, the sword of Wrath trembled. Rikoto’s eyes widened in shock as the weapon began to lift out of his hand, vibrating as if resisting him. With a sharp hiss, the sword broke free, floating effortlessly into the air before streaking across the room like a green bolt of lightning, straight into Ryoto's outstretched hand.

Ryoto caught the sword of Wrath with a satisfying clink, gripping it tightly in his right hand, while his left still held his own weapon, Etoile. He felt a surge of power coursing through him as the two blades hummed in unison, their energies intertwining with his own. His heart raced, but his eyes never left Rikoto, who now stood frozen in disbelief.

"ARGON PRINCE, RYOTO AVON HANAMAE!" Rikoto’s voice erupted in fury, shaking the very ground beneath them. His once calm demeanor shattered as his body began to shift grotesquely. His skin turned a sickly shade of green, his muscles swelling and bulging beneath his clothes, which ripped apart as his form grew in size. The sound of tearing fabric and cracking bones filled the chamber as Rikoto transformed before Ryoto’s eyes, becoming one of the monstrous creatures that had plagued the village.

Rikoto's eyes glowed a venomous green, filled with unrestrained malice, as his body completed the grotesque transformation. His fingers elongated into sharp, claw-like talons, and his mouth twisted into a snarl, revealing jagged, monstrous teeth. His towering frame, now fully mutated, cast a dark shadow over the stone floor as he stomped toward Ryoto, each step sending tremors through the temple.

"GIVE ME BACK THE DAMN SWORD!" Rikoto roared, his voice no longer human. It reverberated with the primal fury of his mutated species, each word dripping with anger and desperation.

Rikoto’s massive form hurtled through the air, his leap so powerful that he almost grazed the temple’s vaulted ceiling. His eyes blazed with fury as he aimed directly at Ryoto, who barely had time to react. With a swift, practiced motion, Ryoto slid to the side, narrowly evading the crushing impact that would have flattened him.

Rikoto crashed down onto the floor with a thunderous boom, sending a shockwave that rippled through the stone tiles and created a deep dent where he landed. Dust and debris flew up, filling the air with a choking haze. The sheer force of Rikoto’s landing made the ground tremble beneath Ryoto’s feet.

"Re-chan," Ayeta’s voice resonated once more in Ryoto’s mind, cutting through the chaos. "Find the others. Ask them to call back their swords as well."

Ryoto nodded imperceptibly, his focus solely on the towering beast before him. As Rikoto roared in frustration, launching a flurry of wild punches, Ryoto’s agility was put to the test. Each massive swing from Rikoto came with a shockwave of air that threatened to knock Ryoto off balance. Ryoto dodged with precision, rolling and sliding across the floor to avoid the crushing blows.

With a surge of adrenaline, Ryoto seized the moment. Rikoto’s massive hand slammed down, and Ryoto leaped onto it with incredible dexterity. He ran along the enormous arm, his feet barely making contact with the shifting surface of Rikoto’s skin. As he reached the shoulder, Ryoto sprang off, his body twisting in mid-air, and slid down Rikoto’s back, narrowly avoiding a retaliatory swipe of a clawed hand.

Ryoto’s mind raced as he observed the beast’s movements. He quickly formulated a plan. With his own sword in one hand and the sword of Wrath in the other, he struck with the dull end of his blade, aiming for Rikoto’s exposed joints. Each strike was precise, calculated to exploit the monster’s vulnerabilities while avoiding its powerful counterattacks.

Rikoto roared in pain and rage, his monstrous form thrashing as Ryoto deftly avoided each retaliatory swipe. The beast’s immense size made it both a formidable and cumbersome opponent, but its brute strength was formidable. Ryoto ducked and rolled, using the pillars and statues as cover to momentarily regain his breath and reassess his strategy.

As Rikoto’s enraged strikes grew more frantic, Ryoto seized an opening. He dashed forward, using his agility to weave through the creature’s wild attacks. He leaped high again, this time aiming for a critical strike. With a focused swing, Ryoto drove the edge of the sword of Wrath into a weak point on Rikoto’s side. The blade cut deep, eliciting a pained roar from the beast.

Rikoto staggered, his green skin sizzling where the sword had cut through. He swung blindly, but Ryoto nimbly evaded the wild attacks. Ryoto landed gracefully on the ground, his breath coming in short, controlled bursts. He needed to finish this quickly.

"Re-chan, remember," Ayeta’s voice echoed softly, "Call the others. You can’t do this alone."

Ryoto spared a glance around the temple. The room felt like a battleground, with statues and debris scattered everywhere. His friends and Vinanna were somewhere out there, and he needed their help to end this.

"Where are my friends? Where is your daughter?" Ryoto shouted, his voice barely audible over the din of combat.

"You filthy insect!" Rikoto roared, his voice a guttural growl. "Give me the sword back!" With a furious swipe, Rikoto's massive arm swept through the air, narrowly missing Ryoto.

Using the distraction, Ryoto dashed towards the stone pedestal. He pulled out the sword of Lust, its edge gleaming ominously in the dim light, and quickly slid away to avoid another crushing blow from the enraged Rikoto. The beast’s eyes burned with a furious intensity as Ryoto deftly maneuvered around him.

"RYOTO!!" Rikoto bellowed, his frustration palpable. With both swords now in his possession, Ryoto knew he had to act quickly. He slipped the swords behind one of the stone statues and took a defensive stance with his own blade drawn, ready to guard the precious relics.

"Etoile. Open the gate," he murmured urgently, his gaze fixed on the advancing Rikoto. "Help me, spirit of Narakami Sirus Vesso." As he spoke, a figure emerged from the swirling mist—Narakam Sirus Vesso, a man clad in flowing white garments and adorned with ethereal, cloudy eyes. His long, white hair billowed in an unseen wind, creating an aura of otherworldly grace.

"Master Ryoto," Sirus intoned, bowing deeply before rising to his full height. His white wings unfurled magnificently behind him, casting a radiant glow that contrasted starkly with the oppressive darkness of the temple.

"Sirus, fight this man until I get back," Ryoto commanded, his voice steady despite the urgency of the situation. "Do not let him get to the swords behind the statue."

Sirus gave a solemn nod, his wings fluttering with a powerful gust that sent a wave of wind cascading through the chamber. The force of the breeze was enough to push Rikoto back, buying Ryoto precious time.

Trusting Sirus to hold the line, Ryoto turned and sprinted towards the other parts of the temple, his heart pounding as he searched for his friends. He called out to Etoile, his voice echoing through the temple’s corridors. "Etoile, open the gate. Help me, spirit of Etoile."

Etoile materialized before him in her human form, her presence a blend of ethereal beauty and formidable power. She floated gracefully, her dark hair flowing like liquid night. Her eyes, glowing with an intense violet, fixed on Ryoto with a mixture of irritation and concern.

"You have some serious gall to call me out like this," Etoile said, her voice a melodious blend of reproach and authority.

"Look for them. Use your aura," Ryoto urged, desperation evident in his tone.

Etoile's expression softened, and she nodded in agreement. As she closed her eyes, a swirling vortex of red and black began to envelop the temple. Etoile stood at the center of the maelstrom, her hands crossed over her chest in a meditative pose. Her hair flowed wildly, creating a dramatic contrast against the swirling darkness. Finally, she opened her eyes and pointed decisively.

"Master. They are in that statue," Etoile said, her voice resolute as she indicated the colossal statue seated on the throne with its gleaming eyes.

Ryoto’s heart raced as he dashed toward the statue. He banged on the front, his strikes resonating through the hollow stone, but the statue remained unmoved.

"Senpai! Konosa Senpai! Oya-chan! Remeni! Miya-chan! Vinanna-san! You guys are in there, right? Try to open this thing!" Ryoto shouted, his voice filled with urgency.

Inside the statue, a muffled voice called back, panting and strained. "Ryoto? Ryoto! Finally! Help us get out of here! It is very stifling!"

Realizing that they were unable to escape on their own, Ryoto drew his sword and attacked the statue with powerful, determined slashes. The stone, however, proved resistant to his efforts. He called on Etoile to assist, but her attempts to break the spell were futile.

"It has an ancient spell on it. It belongs to Rikoto's species," Etoile explained, stepping back from the statue.

"Ancient magic? How do I nullify it?" Ryoto asked, frustration evident in his voice.

Etoile merely shrugged, her expression one of helplessness. Ryoto’s teeth clenched in determination. He continued his relentless assault on the statue, each blow echoing his desperation and resolve.

The statue’s surface remained unyielding, and the fight with Rikoto outside continued to rage. Ryoto’s hope and determination were his only allies as he struggled to find a way to free his friends from their stone prison.

Ryoto's mind raced with a sudden realization. "Demons can nullify spells to some extent, right? Then the sword of Lust..." he murmured to himself. His gaze darted towards Sirus and Rikoto, who were locked in a fierce struggle.

With renewed determination, Ryoto crouched behind the throne, his movements deliberate and careful. He reached the back of the statue where he had hidden the swords, retrieved the sword of Lust, and carefully crawled back behind the throne. Emerging cautiously, he clutched the blade tightly, preparing for his next move.

Rikoto’s sharp eyes spotted the sword immediately. "RYOTO!" he roared, his voice echoing through the temple. The ground trembled as Rikoto’s massive form charged toward him. However, Sirus was quick to react, conjuring a swirling cage of wind that surrounded Rikoto and trapped him momentarily.

"Do not disturb my master," Sirus commanded, his gaze steely and unyielding.

"WHAT KIND OF POWER IS THIS? WHERE DID THIS RANDOM MAN COME FROM?!" Rikoto bellowed, his anger manifesting in thunderous bangs against the pillar of wind that encased him.

Ryoto seized the opportunity, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Senpai! All of you stand at the corners inside. I'll push the blade through the center!"

Inside the statue, the atmosphere was stifling and humid, but Konosa’s voice cut through the oppressive heat. "Okay!" he yelled back, positioning himself against one of the walls. The girls huddled together, Vinanna shivering and pushing close to Konosa. Despite her fighting spirit, the confrontation with her father had shaken her deeply. Konosa held her shoulders firmly, offering silent support.

"We are ready, Ryoto!" Konosa shouted, his voice laced with determination.

With a deep breath, Ryoto stepped forward and drove the sword of Lust into the center of the statue. The blade penetrated with a shudder, and a dark, pulsing glow began to spread throughout the temple. The statue groaned and cracked, and then, with a resounding crash, it split cleanly in two. The pieces fell away, revealing Ryoto’s friends, squeezed together in the cramped space inside.

Oya’s eyes fluttered open, her relief palpable as she took in the sight of freedom. She sighed, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Konosa gently tapped Vinanna on the head, his other hand resting protectively on her shoulders. Vinanna, tears streaming down her face, looked up at him, her expression a mix of relief and sadness. Overwhelmed, she slumped against Konosa’s chest, finding solace in his embrace.

"We are free now. Relax," Konosa soothed, his voice a calming presence amidst the turmoil. He gently released Vinanna, who continued to cry, but her tears began to subside as she clung to him. "Stop crying, Vinanna. None of this is your fault," he added firmly, his words a balm for her wounded spirit.

Ryoto approached the group, his own heart heavy with empathy. "And to some extent, none of this is your father’s fault either," he said, his voice soft but resolute.

Rikoto’s actions had been driven by a deep-seated anger and a desperate desire for recognition. Although his methods were grievous and misguided, Ryoto understood the root of his resentment. The world had ignored him and his species, and in his misguided attempt to gain power, Rikoto had caused immense suffering. If only he had sought a different path, his people might have gained the respect and acknowledgment they deserved.

Turning his attention back to Rikoto, Ryoto saw the former priest still struggling against Sirus. The ethereal guardian’s winds battered Rikoto, keeping him at bay.

Ryoto stepped forward, his expression set with determination. "Sirus. Close gate," he commanded firmly. As he spoke, Sirus, the ethereal guardian, was drawn back into Ryoto's Etoile sword, the wind cage collapsing into scattered remnants. "Etoile. Close gate," Ryoto continued, and the enigmatic human form of Etoile was similarly absorbed into the sword, her presence fading from view. The team, including Vinanna, watched in awe and trepidation at the display of such powerful magic. The spirit-calling magic of the Argons was legendary, and witnessing it firsthand left them in a state of reverent shock.

Rikoto, now partially freed from the confines of Sirus's wind cage, pushed through the crumbling debris with a roar of frustration. His massive form advanced towards Ryoto with thunderous steps, eyes blazing with fury.

"Call your swords back, everyone. All you have to say is 'Sword of [xyz], come back to your owner,'" Ryoto instructed urgently. His friends exchanged determined glances. The urgency of their situation overshadowed any curiosity about how Ryoto had come by this knowledge. Their primary focus was on saving themselves and preventing further destruction.

Konosa was the first to act. "Sword of Greed. Come back to your owner!" he called out. As he spoke, the sword of Greed, previously embedded in its slot, flew toward him with a sudden burst of motion. The skull in its center settled from its hovering position, and Konosa caught the sword with a relieved grip. Rikoto, enraged, roared and lunged at Konosa, but Ryoto swiftly intervened. He stepped between them and thrust his sword into the floor, embedding it deeply. A brilliant, blinding golden light erupted from the sword, radiating with such intensity that it forced Rikoto back, shielding Konosa from harm.

Oya, witnessing the display of power, could only gulp in awe. The light, once yellow, now blazed with a golden brilliance, signaling Ryoto's increased strength. She shook off her amazement and called out next. "Sword of Pride. Come back to your owner!" The sword of Pride emerged from its resting place and flew toward her. Oya caught it with steady hands, and the glowing skull's light dimmed slightly as the sword settled into her grasp. Rikoto's fury was palpable as he screamed in frustration, but the blinding light from Ryoto’s sword held him at bay.

Miyazono was next. "Sword of Sloth. Come back to your owner!" she declared, and the sword of Sloth responded by flying directly into her hands. As Miyazono grasped the sword, Rikoto’s desperation escalated. "No!! Stop it! Stop! I need the power to save my species!" he bellowed, his voice filled with anguish.

Remeni stepped forward, undeterred by Rikoto’s pleas. "Sword of Envy. Come back to your owner!" she called out. The sword of Envy flew to her with a swift motion, and she seized it with a firm grip, slashing it through the air with practiced precision. Rikoto, now on his knees, was overwhelmed by the convergence of the swords and the relentless golden light. The temple quaked with the weight of his massive form collapsing to the ground.

"Please stop it...it took me ages to plan all this...please..." Rikoto's voice cracked with desperation. Vinanna, unable to bear the sight of her father’s suffering, squeezed Konosa’s hand tightly. Her heart ached at the sight of her father’s defeat.

Konosa gently comforted her. "He needs to understand that this is not the right way," he said softly. Vinanna nodded, her grip on Konosa’s hand firm. The skull’s once brilliant glow faded to a faint light, signaling the culmination of their efforts. Konosa called out for the last sword, the Sword of Gluttony, and as he did, the skull’s glow completely extinguished.

A moment of serene stillness enveloped the temple. Suddenly, a soft, ethereal glow from all the swords appeared around the skull. They began to swirl in a harmonious dance, and a gentle, serene music filled the air. The melody was soothing and otherworldly, a contrast to the chaos that had preceded it. It was as if the very essence of the swords had united in a final act of tranquility, marking the end of their tumultuous battle.

The once tumultuous temple was now a serene canvas of vibrant transformation. The dancing sword auras, like ethereal spirits, shimmered and spiraled gracefully around the room. Their mesmerizing movements captivated everyone, turning their attention to the breathtaking spectacle. The fireflies, each a delicate burst of color, flitted around the temple, their hues shifting from muted pastels to vibrant, radiant shades. As they drifted, the fireflies seemed to weave a magical tapestry, healing the cracks and scars that marred the ancient walls.

The swords previously wielded by the team dissolved into a cascade of tiny, glowing white gems that gently settled into their hands. The atmosphere was imbued with a sense of peace and renewal.

The swirling auras converged around the skull once more, and the fireflies faded away, leaving behind a transformed space. A picturesque garden materialized in the center of the temple, its beauty a stark contrast to the chaos that had preceded it. The throne statue, once a symbol of malevolent intent, was miraculously repaired, standing tall and regal once more. Surrounding the throne, a water fountain sprang to life from the pillars, its crystal-clear waters cascading into a series of small, beautifully sculpted ponds. The transformation of the temple into a tranquil, almost enchanted sanctuary was complete, a testament to the power and grace of the swords' magic.

Amid this newfound beauty, Rikoto was left in a state of utter shock and despair. Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of what had just transpired. Konosa, having released Vinanna's hand, approached Rikoto with a somber expression.

"You are a man of honor, Father Rikoto," Konosa began, his voice filled with a mix of pity and reproach. "People respected you. But you chose to destroy that respect. You created speculation and orchestrated a plan to annihilate an entire town. Did you not consider your daughter in any of this?"

Rikoto looked up at Konosa, his eyes filled with rage and hurt. "Cared about her?" he spat, his voice trembling with anguish. "She mercilessly slaughtered my people! She massacred them just as her mother did!"

Konosa's face hardened as he grabbed Rikoto by the collar, pulling him closer. "Vinanna knew nothing about her connection to your species! As her father, it was your responsibility to tell her the truth! But did you? No. You chose to hide it and let your bitterness fester. You cannot blame someone who was kept in the dark! You are the only one to blame for this disaster, Father Rikoto. You, and only you."

Rikoto's eyes locked with Konosa’s, a fierce defiance burning within them. "Let go of me, child. This world will never accept the likes of me unless I take drastic measures to assert our power!" he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

Konosa's grip tightened, his frustration evident. "In your dreams," he snapped, yanking Rikoto away with a violent jerk. "You never spoke to anyone. You never reached out, never tried to explain! How can you expect anyone to understand or accept you when you kept everything hidden? And now you blame Vinanna for standing her ground and trying to protect her people? What kind of man are you?"

With a forceful pull, Konosa dragged Rikoto along, his anger barely contained. The rest of the team and Vinanna followed closely behind, their faces a mix of concern and nervousness. Ryoto, observing Konosa’s seething rage, chose not to intervene. It was clear that when Konosa was this angry, it was best to let him act on his own. The others, understanding the gravity of the situation, made no move to stop him, fully aware of the consequences of crossing an enraged Konosa.

They exited the library, and Konosa’s march continued until they reached the open air outside the temple. The early morning light had already begun to flood the streets, and the shops were bustling with activity. As they moved further from the temple, Konosa dragged Rikoto to the center of the street. Rikoto stumbled but quickly regained his footing, glaring back with a mixture of defiance and contempt.

The commotion drew the attention of shop owners and passersby. Vendors who had just begun setting up their stalls and early morning joggers stopped to watch the unfolding drama. They recognized Konosa and the team from their previous visit and watched with wary curiosity as Konosa dragged Rikoto into the spotlight.

A murmur of confusion and concern rippled through the crowd. "Hey! Why are you being mean to an elderly man?" one of the onlookers called out, a hint of indignation in his voice.

Konosa turned his cold gaze towards the man, his anger barely masked. "Even after everything that's happened, some of you still trust him, and he was going to hurt such people?" His voice was sharp, edged with disbelief and frustration.

The man’s confusion deepened as he demanded an explanation. "What is the meaning of dragging a man of knowledge and honor into the street like this? What’s going on?"

Konosa took a deep breath, his gaze never wavering from Rikoto. "This esteemed man has something he needs to say to you all," he declared, stepping back to allow Rikoto to face the gathered crowd.

Rikoto, his face set in a scowl, inhaled deeply and then addressed the onlookers with a tone of grim resolution. "I will tell you all what you need to know. I will tell you the truth of the wrongs you’ve committed and the harm you intended," he said, his voice carrying an edge of bitterness as he glared at each person in the crowd. His words hung in the air, a heavy weight of confession and revelation poised to unravel before the people who had once revered him.

As the crowd gathered closer, anticipation and apprehension mixed in the morning air, eager to hear the truth behind the man they had respected, now standing accused and exposed.

Rikoto stood in the middle of the street, the eyes of the entire town fixed on him. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air as he revealed the full extent of his actions and motives. His voice was steady, almost cold, as he spoke of his origins, his species' neglect, and the desperate measures he had taken to gain power through the swords. There was no trace of remorse or regret in his tone; instead, it was a bitter recounting of his perceived injustices.

As Rikoto finished his account, a heavy silence settled over the crowd. Faces turned to each other, exchanging looks of disbelief and shock. It was clear from his demeanor and the gravity of his confession that Rikoto was telling the truth. The revelation left the townspeople grappling with a complex mix of emotions.

One of the women from the crowd stepped forward, her voice trembling with hurt. "Why didn’t you tell us about your suffering? We respected you and your wife so much before Vinanna came along. We loved your daughter when she was born. We held you both in such high regard... how could you have kept this from us?"

Rikoto’s face hardened, his frustration boiling over. "Shut up," he snapped. "There’s no way you would have understood what I was going through—"

Before he could finish, a burly man from the crowd stepped forward and struck Rikoto across the face. The force of the blow sent Rikoto stumbling, but the man didn’t stop there. Tears streaming down his face, he lifted Rikoto up by the collar and spoke through his sobs. "You helped us live our lives! You shaped this town! You were kind to us! We would have been scared, but we would never have turned on you! We would never have betrayed you! You should have trusted us!"

The townspeople murmured in agreement, their voices choked with emotion. Vinanna, watching from the edge of the crowd, couldn’t help but smile through her tears at the outpouring of support from the townsfolk.

***

Half a day later, Rikoto was taken away by the police. He faced interrogation about his actions, a hefty fine, and a requirement to perform social work every morning and evening. Despite his transgressions, the town chose to support the creatures hiding in the surrounding forests, and their once-bitter attitudes softened towards Ryoto and his team. The town’s atmosphere was revitalized with a renewed sense of joy, and they were warmly welcomed by the townspeople.

***

Later that day, inside the temple, Ryoto and the others were in the midst of packing their belongings. They had originally planned to stay the night, but their coachman advised them to leave early. Konosa, still in the room packing his final items, was approached by Vinanna.

Without lifting his eyes from his task, Konosa sensed her presence. Vinanna, her voice trembling with gratitude, spoke softly. "Konosa-san, thank you for your help."

Konosa nodded and finished packing his bag. As he stood up, Vinanna suddenly leaped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. Konosa, momentarily startled, blinked in surprise. He didn’t immediately return the hug, but Vinanna clung to him with a mix of relief and affection.

"Uh… are you okay?" Konosa asked, his voice laced with concern as he hesitated to hug her back. Vinanna, however, was too emotional to release him. Her voice muffled against his chest, she whispered, "I’m fine."

Konosa, seeing the depth of her emotion, eventually gave in and returned the hug. He wrapped his arms around her gently, his heart softening as he began to pat her head. Vinanna pulled back slightly, her eyes shining with a mix of hope and vulnerability. "Will you ever come back here to see me?"

Konosa, taken aback by the question, looked away momentarily. "What?" he asked, puzzled.

"You will come back for me, right?" Vinanna pressed, her gaze unwavering.

Konosa hesitated, his thoughts momentarily clouded. Before he could respond, Vinanna stood on her tiptoes and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. The unexpected gesture brought a genuine smile to Konosa’s face.

"Please, you better come back here, okay?" she urged softly.

Konosa, moved by her sincerity, pulled her closer into a warm embrace. "Sure," he whispered, his voice filled with promise. The tenderness of the moment lingered as he held her, both of them enveloped in a quiet understanding that this farewell was a promise of a future reunion.