*Starting Scene*

Velkry's citizens rush around from the Northern and Southern Gates due to sensing immense magic generating near the other two entrances with the desire to assist those stationed over there however they can. With the Spellcasters that were waiting at the Northern Gate, Celty runs ahead of them without her hood on while exhibiting urgency as her halberd's held in both hands that are raised to the red-head's chest, goes down a path that links the gate she normally guards to the Eastern Gate and thinks in a concerned manner, "Cassius' fighting! His opponent's really powerful from what I can tell! I have to help him!" She then notices something occurring toward the left as she looks in that direction while thinking, "I believe that's Faulch! He's contending with a Saint as well! I hope he can manage by himself until he gets help from someone!" Celty reverts her concentration to the street and turns right at the corner of a building with the crowd behind her doing a good job in keeping up.

As that happened, Soren and Cali show themselves on the other side of the building Celty turned at, separate from the collection of Spellcasters following the cloaked dame, while wearing the same wardrobe they wore the first time. The duo simply watch the progression before them with Soren resting his right hand upon the building's cement wall, Cali poised to his lower left, and softly says in a cold voice, "Those morons. Like the Spellcasters of this city stand a chance against the Saints Organization when I can beat half of them single-handedly." The bleach-haired teen scoffs in displeasure.

Cali contentedly nods at Soren with her eyes glistening, both hands lifted to her chest as they're clenched, and speaks in a low volume so no one from the horde of Spellcasters that are running could hear her, "Definitely! That's why you're so great, Soren!" The brown-eyed girl sets her sights on the seemingly endless mob while displaying some intrigue after calming down a bit. "What are we going to do then?"

Soren veers his gaze to Cali while radiating determination as he gestures his left hand toward the height of his shoulder to curl it into a fist. "We're going to see Lord Dreka!" The Earth Spellcaster drops his elevated limb with disdain taking over and focuses his eyes back on the numerous individuals running. "He's the only man I respect from this place because he acknowledge my power, unlike anyone else! He even deemed me to be a Class B Plus Spellcaster!" Soren tightly shuts his eyes prior to lowering his head. "I owe him so much!"

Cali places her hands onto her chest and gives off a sympathetic behavior. "Soren..." The brunette instantly recalls something, causing her eyes to widen for a little, and then inquires with a hint of confusion appearing, "What about Cassius?" 

Soren gradually opens his eyes as the Caucasian peers to his left to rest his attention upon Cali with criticism resonating until seeing that there are no more citizens dashing in front of them thanks to his peripheral vision, deviates his focus to the right and commences jogging onto the street while talking in a normal volume. "Let's go already."

Cali's dumbfounded by Soren's avoidance of her question, extending her right hand forward without removing the other appendage from her chest, while uttering in the same volume like her companion. "But..."

Soren advances pass the street Celty and the mob of Spellcasters took since his destination is the Southern Gate as he refuses to respond.

Despite feeling quite uncertain, Cali puts both hands down as she silently pursues Soren.

*Scene Change*

In the Royal Council's mansion, Adalia gets out of her throne with seriousness overflowing while staring forth. "It started. I can sense three foreign Spellcasters. Two around the Eastern Gate and one near the Western Gate."

Miro looks at Adalia from the corner of his eyes, his arms folded together, and demonstrates an emotionless attitude with his back against his throne. "Were you waiting for us to say something? We've been able to feel their presence for less than twenty minutes now." The uniformed gentleman closes his eyes. "Making us feel guilty by indirect tactics is unbecoming, Adalia. Either you do as you said you would or sit back down. I'm too old to play games of manipulation."

Adalia takes in a deep breath, having also closed her eyes, prior to requesting politely without changing her stance, "I implore you to reconsider. I don't want anyone to lose their lives."

Slate includes himself into the discussion as he rises to his feet from his own throne and firmly faces his fellow Royal Council member. "Adalia, look at me."

Adalia does what she's told via shifting her head to the right after reopening her eyes with minor distress shown.

Slate bluntly asks with a bland expression, "Are you so weak-hearted that you cannot accept that lives will be lost?" The dark-skinned man positions his right hand in front of his mouth as it's shut to briefly clear his throat. After that, Slate lowers his appendage while steering his gaze to the right and resumes expressing his thoughts. "I am certain you've come to realize that some have already died."

Adalia's consumed by sorrow as she hurriedly confronts Slate. "But the other day you said-"

Slate cuts Adalia off in a strict manner due to being quite upset while squinting his eyes. "I know what I said!" The bearded male draws his attention onto Adalia as he attempts to regain control of his composure. "Lives will not be unnecessarily lost, however..." Slate can't prevent his emotions from getting the better of him and fervently states, "That does not mean no one will die!"

Adalia's rendered speechless for a moment and stares at Slate in disbelief. Eventually, the gorgeous woman soothes herself before turning toward the front of their chamber, begins walking ahead as it's revealed that the outfit she has on owns the German-styled Heraldry crest and comments with her back to the two men, "Then I shall ensure their deaths won't be unnecessary. I'm leaving. These conversation's between us has been too repetitive lately and we're always at odds. I don't know why I try so hard to even convince you."

Miro maintains his eyes closed as he immediately navigates his head to the left and slants his head back a tad. "Hmph!"

In the other uniformed person's case, Slate displays mild amusement with some joy while embedding both hands into his pockets and mumbles, "Because that is the type of woman you are. Stubborn, kind and extremely deadly when enraged. The Saints Organization is doomed. As the saying goes, Hell hath no fury than a woman pissed off." The brown-eyed councilman chuckles.

*Scene Change*

Dreka idly sits atop the wall, continuing to ignore his temporary exchange of glances between himself and Mammoth not long ago, as he acts casually like nothing's happening within Velkry while both hands are mounted on the elongated object for him to lightly lean backwards. This means that the blonde-haired man didn't even give any sort of order to the Spellcasters who were stationed near the gate he's guarding, nor interact with them when they asked him what they should do, leaving the citizens to their own devices while making the choice to head into battle. During his moment of bliss, Dreka analyzes everything in front of him and gingerly kicks his feet around as he mumbles, "Three versus a whole Spellcaster city. Weak or not, they'll hold their own and fend off the invasion better than last time. The Saints Organization can't afford to underestimate this place. They need some of their best to guarantee total victory."

A Caucasian man with a normally harsh voice replies out of nowhere as he contains a long, thistle-colored beard covering the majority of his lower face while surpassing his chest region. "For that is why we are here."

Dreka peers toward his left since that's where the voice originated from and promptly finds five individuals of different orientation perched on top of the wall like him, however, are standing while facing toward the Holy Sanctuary's confines.

The bearded man keeps talking without taking his beige eyes off the city, currently located in the middle of the group he's a part of, while wearing a priest's outfit like the lesser ranked Saints Organization members utilize with the exception of the front having the Spellcaster group's white emblem. Additionally, he has beige-colored shoes, an impressive build for someone who's in his late 40s, medium-sized, straight, thistle hair that extend backwards unevenly as some of his forehead can be seen, stands nearly at 6'0" and has both hands joined together behind his backside. "Good day to you, Velkry's Gate Guardian Dreka. We are the Grand Elder's five elite Spellcasters. It's nice to make your acquaintance."

The wind blows momentarily as Dreka absently observes the enemy and notes their physical characteristics, one by one. Closest to the green-eyed male is the lone woman of the five apparent elites, dressed in a usually revealing, sexy, two-piece, black bikini that's a tad too small on her fairly busty figure, but very minimal skin is actually visible. The reason is due to it being wrapped up via white bandages, comparable to a mummified person. That doesn't take away from her beauty though as she's around her mid 20s, stands at 5'8", has light skin, yellow eyes with her trimmed nails painted that very color and wears black flat shoes which nicely contrasts her extremely long, curly, orange hair that stretches over her plump buttocks. Upon registering Dreka's gaze towards her, the chick emanates a provocative gesture by licking her lips a little.

Shutting down the female's effort to arouse him, Dreka stoically switches his concentration to the skinny, Caucasian man poised to her right, who's endowed with unkempt, short, aqua-colored hair, as the cloaked gentleman accounts the rest of his obvious details. First, the aqua-haired person's height is a bit less than the attractive woman's while there's nothing extraordinary about his looks, however, radiates a cocky personality in spite of that when watching Dreka. Next, he wears a navy blue variation of the priest-like attire with matching shoes, azure eyes and carries six, katana-styled swords, three located on opposite sides of his being as they reside in aqua-colored sheaths. 

Moving on from there, Dreka rest his gaze onto the male individual stationed to the bearded man's right and notices that he wields a unique complexion amidst his average stature, something greatly similar to a Hispanic's. In addition, the foe's grayish/black hair is curlier than the woman's hair while quite short, wears a dim gray, buttoned shirt with a pocket on each pectoral area, black dress pants that suit his grayish/black footwear, has lime-colored eyes and is in his late 20s as he slightly weaves side to side in a carefree manner with his attention elsewhere.

Finally, with his eyesight set upon the last man that's in his late 30s, Dreka sees that he's wearing priest clothing as well while being the only one to have a mask in his possession, although isn't wearing it on his face and has it mounted atop his head instead, shading his short, violet, sleeked-back hair from the sun. Also, it can be noted that the man has thick-rimmed glasses on, brown eyes, white boots, muscle mass that barely competes with the bearded member of their group, has a minor dark complexion and solemnly watches Dreka as his arms are crossed. Afterwards, the Southern Gate Guardian refocuses on the obvious leader of the five elites with a cool demeanor. "Like-wise."

The bearded person hurriedly questions in a straightforward manner, despite persisting his focus toward Velkry, "Will you prevent our entrance?"

Dreka rebuttals after placing his vision back to the forest. "You're technically already inside. My job is originally to notify and keep watch over whatever comes to the Southern Gate, occasionally bestowing a classification increase to promising Spellcasters. I never agreed to fight for Velkry because that would be a conflict of interest."

The other four are moderately confused by Dreka's words with three of them retaining their concentration upon him as the one that's looking away stays fixated on his examination of the surroundings.

The emblem-wearing leader becomes very intrigued, setting his sights onto Dreka, while thinking, "Who are you exactly? The last time I was..." He doesn't finish his thought process and veers his gaze forward again as the thistle-haired gentleman formerly speaks. "You have my gratitude, not that I was concerned. Had you gotten in our way, you would have died. Understand?"

Dreka chooses to remain silent, clearly having no more need to communicate with the Saints Organization affiliates.

The beige-eyed adult accepts Dreka's lack of speech via a content smirk and says in a somewhat optimistic way, "You heard him! Judgement time! Go do what you do, Grand Elder's elite!"

The quartet nod their head in unison as three of them promptly disperse by suddenly vanishing from their respective spot, complements of the Teleportation Spell that was verbally initiated, while leaving the same one that was checking out the surroundings still next to the bearded man and keeps up his analysis.

Curiosity arises from the muscular individual, glancing at his colleague, however, brushes the black-haired man off after shaking his head with his eyes shut. Once he does that, he briefly shifts his gaze to Dreka and then focuses on the three points where the Wilde Family are separately fighting as he comments, "Seems we made it right on time. Mammoth, Wing and Salamander are basically just starting their onslaught. All five of us know the Teleportation Spell, and yet, it took us three days to get together so we could come here."

Right after, without paying any mind to what the bearded man said, the lime-eyed Spellcaster snaps his head to look forward and lifts both hands into the air as they're clenched while excitedly declaring, "This is excellent!"

The masculine Caucasian instantly draws his vision upon the younger adult, having slanted his head to the left in the process, while greatly bewildered.

Following that, the curly-haired male navigates his arms forth, unclenches both hands to fluctuate his fingers like a puppeteer and demonstrates eagerness. "Velkry's big enough for me to let all of them roam around and wreak havoc! I can't let this chance pass me by!"

The tall man repairs his head as he lowers it and releases a mild sigh until reverting his gaze to his unique comrade with seriousness forming. "What are you waiting for, Oscar? I already gave my order, you know."

Oscar wholeheartedly smiles while horizontally parting his outstretched limbs in opposite directions as he states, "I heard ya' and I'm right on it, Lord Wilt!" The gentleman immediately slaps his hands together, resulting in a vast echo. After that, an outstanding mix of Light and Dark Magic expels from Oscar prior to many different sections of Velkry's ground gaining sizable etchings of cartoonish-like, creepy creatures that are hunch over while wielding a rounded, wooden club draped on their shoulder as they're holding it via both hands. All of these drawings glow ominously at once as the Saints Organization member, who's clearly behind their presence, yells in an enthusiastic tone with his hands divided again to elevate them, however, doesn't close them this time, "Ooh-ha, Goblin Raid!"

With that outburst, countless, 5'0" tall, green-colored goblins arise as they actually don't look bad for being goblins, although they do have most of the usual characteristics of their race, specifically their flat face, reddish/yellow eyes, broad nose, pointed ears, and small, sharp fangs while merely wearing torn, brown shorts without anything else on. Afterwards, each one steer their focus toward the area as evil intentions are running through their head, especially those who are nearby Velkry's residents.

Oscar puts his appendages down with no sign of his excitement and enthusiasm detaining. "Goblin it up!"

The hordes of Goblins immediately begin causing chaos throughout the Holy Sanctuary, breaking windows, demolishing the concession stands, charging into people's homes by smashing the doors down and attacking whoever they could find. This leads to numerous cries of help to resound as horrific beatings transpire involving the goblins' clubs relentless striking civilians, not showing restraint even for women and children. Soon enough, the collection of Spellcasters that are headed to the Eastern Gate, still having Celty at the very front, become unable to persist because of coming across a terrible sight concerning the goblins' unprecedented appearance. Currently, the street Celty's group were traveling on has many goblins hitting everything in that vicinity while some forcibly pull out bloodied or dead Spellcasters outside, who were deemed too weak to take part in defending Velkry, so they could brag to their fellow goblin about what they achieved.

Celty and company were stunned for a while until a handful furiously shouted due to realizing that their family are within the victims before recklessly rushing forth to implement revenge on the green creatures. Not trying to stop them since she understands the feeling of losing someone dear to her, the red-head momentarily adjusts her grasp on the halberd and tightens it as she musters her courage with her eyes glued forward. After that, Celty aids the enraged Spellcaster while those, who weren't certain to join, decided to get involved because of seeing the attractive dame charge forth.

The goblins respond to Celty's regime, forgetting completely of the wounded civilians, as they quickly scatter to avoid fighting such willing adversaries by slipping through alleys or going inside the homes the midget-like beings previously infiltrated. A chase then ensues due to the goblins apparent retreat with several entering buildings while Celty exhibits worry amidst of her remaining outside after abruptly halting her advancement and looks around as she mutters, "Why would some of them go inside to hide instead of running away...?" The young lady instantly realizes something with fear taking over and yells out, "Unless it's a trap!"

In the houses, a few Spellcasters impatiently check the place, barely able to keep their emotions at bay while grinding their teeth. Not long after that, they hear Celty's words with shock overcoming them and foolishly veer their attention toward the entrance. At that opportunity surfacing, the goblins swiftly sneak up to the Spellcaster's blind spot and assault them with their wooden clubs, forcing blood to spill in the middle of horrid screams. This repeats for every building Velkry Spellcasters decided to pursue the creepy savages, even the ones who ignored Celty were taken down since they weren't prepared for what the goblins were scheming.

Celty becomes distraught as the deafening cries happening almost everywhere eats away at her psyche while desperately thinking, "What do I do?! What can I do?!" She removes her left hand from the halberd in her possession and plants it over her forehead with the cloaked woman's head lowered as she pleads to no one in specific, "Someone help! I never had to deal with such a huge threat! I'm afraid!" Celty trembles profusely while calling out in despair, "Cassius! Grandpa! Anyone! I need help!"

Witnessing Celty's breakdown greatly frightens the crowd, who stayed close to her, because they thought she would protect them if anything bad transpired, however, were awfully proven wrong while coming to the discovery that she's seemingly a fragile woman and steadily back away to give her some space.

Noticing Celty's demeanor, the goblins that hid within the houses took advantage of her deteriorating mentally, hastily rush out and try to attack the tanned chick without minding the others due to somehow knowing that she's their biggest threat in overcoming, despite her recent circumstance.

Just when the goblins were close enough to commence clubbing her, Celty surprises everyone by hurriedly returning her left hand onto the halberd, positioning the appendage above her right hand's location, and effortlessly spins herself via a clockwise motion while slicing multiple green-skinned creatures in half with blood splattering a couple of seconds later, hinting a delay that was created by how fast she cut them.

All of the goblins that elude their comrades' fate and the Holy Sanctuary's citizens, who are at a sufficient distance to not be caught in Celty's trap, are left dumbfounded. 

Meanwhile, Celty ceases her spinning once she does a complete 360 degree turn with her halberd's blade resting on the ground without either hand letting go of it as she harshly states toward the surviving goblins, "As if I would actually mean that! I'm Celty Crawford, the granddaughter of Kelirk Crawford! I'm a Class S Spellcaster like him, and also like him, I won't lose so easily!" The orange-eyed individual lifts her weapon off the ground, hoists it over her head and swings the halberd downward while fervently shouting. Following that, Celty slams the bladed weapon upon the terrain while making it break apart the moment contact is made thanks to her Impact Magic as numerous, large, chunks of debris fly at the goblins.

A decent amount of goblins are hit by the earth, crushing them since they have such a small stature, while other nimbly evade the bombardment thanks to them being naturally quick on their feet. In the case of the Velkry bystanders, they kept separate from Celty so no possibility of getting hurt by accident would transpire as their spirits rise while a handful feel ashamed to have ever doubted the Class S Spellcaster.

Simultaneously, Wilt and Oscar take account of the soaring debris from their initial spot, pretending that Dreka isn't even next to them, as the masculine leader remarks with minor interest, "I think a good number of your goblins have found themselves a bit of trouble."

Oscar folds his arms together as a blank look takes shape while focused toward his upper left due to that being where Celty's fighting the Hispanic-looking gentleman's goblins. "You might be right. I'm sensing a Class S Spellcaster, although whoever it is feels like a noob. I don't know if it's worth going. They haven't gone to You-Mother-Fucker Mode yet, so they must still have confidence in winning as-is."

Wilt intently glares at Oscar with both hands planted on his waist and says in a disapproving tone, "I continue to not believe that you honestly named it that... Would such language not be consider quite sinful and bad for an elite to utter?"

Oscar nonchalantly shrugs after placing his vision onto Wilt. "I guess, but that's nit-picking if ya' don't mind me saying." The grayish-haired person diverts his concentration back to the region he saw debris flung, not longer able to see it anymore since the scattering subsided, and lightly grins. "Anyway, I ain't one of those uptight guys that obsesses over sins and distributing punishment, even though I could get killed just for saying that. I simply love God and follow the Saints Organization because of that love."

Wilt's expression relaxes while quite surprised by Oscar's statement until contentedly smirking as he establishes his focus to the left again. "It is fine. My dedication to God and the Saints has only been for about fourteen years. Despite my higher position, I cannot ever profess the facade of superiority to someone like you."

Oscar chuckles gleefully. "Ya' gonna' make me blush if you keep that up." He takes in a deep breath prior to exhaling with determination brimming. "I think I'll make a move. My legs are getting stiff. Later, Lord Wilt. Teleport." Oscar immediately disappears from his station.

Wilt narrowly saw Oscar's departure as his content maintains itself and then notes something from the lower level with a calm attitude overrunning him. "Either those two are here for me or you have yourself guests, Dreka."

Dreka casually turns his head to the left with a passive behavior while finding out that Soren and Cali are staring at him, the bleach-haired male demonstrating a stern decorum as the petite girl toward his left appears a little stressed out. Right after that, the Caucasian wearing dreadlocks requests in an emotionless method with his gaze remaining fixed upon the duo below, "Would you please permit me with some privacy?"

Wilt shuts his eyes, not showing even an ounce of bother, and submerges both hands into his pants' pockets. "Of course. It is not as though I intended on standing here the entire time. I must take part also. Have yourself a good day, Dreka. Teleport." The beige-eyed Spellcaster promptly vanishes like the other four previous to him.

Silence emanates from Dreka as he temporarily veers his focus to the blue sky while faintly leaning back more and thinks, "It's reaching its end... My need to be here... I'll be going home soon."

*Scene Change*

Wing gives Faulch a stunned expression, having uncrossed his arms to lower them, until rage envelops him as he asks in an offended manner, "What garbage are you spewing?! How are WE, The Saints Organization, not God's children?!" 

Faulch sustains his morbid personality. "You wouldn't accept it even if I told you the truth, so I won't uselessly go into detail about my knowledge."

Wing grits his teeth out of annoyance with the different-bred flock hovering around him getting very riled up.

Randomly, a female voice calls out from behind Faulch in a polite tone, "Faulch, sir!"

Immediately gaining the silver-eyed male's attention, Faulch passively turns toward the street below while seeing the civilians that were being attacked by Wing's birds demonstrating concern, retaining notable injuries on their being, and plainly inquires, "Yes?"

The female that earlier spoke, appearing to be at a fairly mature age since she owns a few winkles on her face, although wouldn't be considered unattractive, questions without much change to her method of speaking as her scuffed right hand's partially lifted to her mouth in a timid way, "What should we do? Would you like us to assist you?"

Faulch shakes his head and replies with not a shred of hesitation. "That's alright. I don't mean to be insulting, but there isn't much you all could do to aid me in this fight. What you should do is gather the wounded and head to the hospital to get treatment from the Healing Spellcasters. On your way, if you find anyone else in critical state, take them as well." 

Everyone comprising the crowd nod their head in unison before doing what Faulch said, grabbing those who are too injured to move by themselves and head toward the left from the shaggy-haired Spellcaster's perspective while searching for any other victims.

Once the collection of Spellcaster commenced their departure, Faulch lackadaisically refaces Wing as his eyes suddenly resonate seriousness. "Shall we resume?"

Wing unexpectedly slumps to his left with his eyes closed while face-palming via his right hand and profusely sighs. After doing that, the green-haired gentleman slides his appendage off as he opens his eyes and straightens himself to utter somberly, "I don't know why I got worked up. That's unbecoming of a Ninja Spellcaster. You clearly are under false pretenses to say we aren't God's children. It's a real shame, honestly."

Faulch, tired of all the talking, utilizes the Speed Spell to quickly bridge the gap between himself and Wing with a split second. This brings out another plethora of palm strikes from the Velkry Spellcaster as soon as he got close enough to Wing, however, none of them land since the red-eyed foe deflects each via both hands moving extremely fast in whatever direction he can swing them. Not even ten seconds into their melee, Faulch comes under attack by the countless aerial creatures with distinctive squawks reverberating as many of them aimed for the top of his head. Unfortunately for Wing's birds, the dark-skinned man instantly reacts without being derailed from the task at hand and makes a giant seal roughly a meter above his head to blot the flocks' path, which it successfully manages to do just that for the moment.

Wing can't help his amazement as the Animal Tamer persists his blocking of Faulch's barraged. "I didn't comment on it at first, but you're pretty good to cast Sealing Spells with no verbal command." A cheerful attitude arises while Wing smiles. "I got myself a tough opponent for once and that makes me feel grateful! God certainly knows what He's doing!"

Faulch rebuttals with his attacks retaining a constant flow. "I've gotten to a level where I don't need to speak when doing a seal. That's what differentiates me from Dante Einsburn's gloves."

Wing raises his left eyebrow out of intrigue while a bit delighted. "So, this IS where Dante has been hiding! I'm glad because it would've looked bad if we tore Velkry to the ground without knowing 100% that you all are housing him! You're very kind!" The Asian abruptly glances left and right to signal the birds stationed there before abruptly leaping backwards, causing the repetitive collision involving their hands to stop. Because of that, the swarm join together to soar right at Faulch's front region like a spear that's been recently thrown.

Faulch ceases his striking limbs' movement and barely dodges the impalement by going to his left, however, is soon met with several aerial beasts due to them separating from the others so they could chase the black-haired man. Once that occurs, the Sealing Spellcaster's abdomen is practically tackled multiple times with a bird ramming its beak one after the other. This wouldn't be too much of an issue if it wasn't for the fact that so much speed is applied when contact's made, giving them the ability to penetrate through Faulch's attire and skin, forcing a pained grimace on his face.

Wing, having distance himself quite a bit, observes what's transpiring with both arms folded again as he softly says in a conceded manner, "Birds are commonly predators, so this isn't anything new." The Wilde Family member hurriedly realizes that the seal Faulch placed on the air had dissipated, allowing the birds that first tried assaulting the adversary to continue their effort against Faulch. After that, Wing shows mild confusion while locking his gaze specifically on Faulch and keeps talking under his breath. "Is it that there's a time limit to his seals or maybe...?"

Faulch sees the flock headed from his right with only a couple of seconds to act since they weren't that far and has a human-sized seal appear to that side. Sadly, this left the Class S Spellcaster wide open from his backside as the numerous birds that previously missed him fly into his back, elevating Faulch off the roof's surface while advancing forth against his will with the fowls embedded to his gut attempting to gnaw at his insides to execute internal damage.

Wing's satisfied by what he witnessed and broadly grins while muttering, "Yes, it has to be! He can only make one of those seals at a time!"

In the meantime, Faulch doesn't permit his unwelcome flight to persist for long via fiercely slamming his feet upon the roof prior to getting too close toward the building's ledge located on the other end and detains completely. Then, the silver-eyed individual rip the birds ailing his torso, neglecting how much that hurt, as he bares the relentless pecking form those behind him thanks to them not succeeding in piercing his back. After accomplishing that, just when some of the bombardment was about to breakthrough, Faulch uses the Speed Spell once again via going toward his right so he can head to Wing's position as fury's building within.

Wing confronts Faulch in a carefree way as the last seal etched onto the air vanishes and firmly orders, "Now, from every point!"

In accordance to Wing's command, the feathery swarm spread out to pursue and assault the running Faulch from every possible direction while releasing a shriek of determination.

Wing displays an ecstatic behavior amidst yelling in confidence, "You can't stop all of them! This will be it!"

Unprecedentedly, a bolt of white electricity flies down from the sky, effortlessly striking Wing down with a distraught expression engraved on his face while aimlessly staring due to becoming dazed. At the same time, Faulch ceases his dash toward Wing as he's greatly surprised by the recent event with the enemy's birds having lost their concentration while presently looking at their partially electrocuted tamer and are flying in place. Not long after, a Caucasian young man floats over via a nice corkscrew flip and lands precisely between the two combatants, which is almost four meters for both, as he sternly states with both hands on his waist, "I hope you don't mind that I butt in. I know how it feels fighting an opponent who commands a bunch of animals. It's really annoying."

Faulch keeps being surprise while his gaze is stuck on the newcomer as the cloaked gentleman weakly questions, "You're... Trace, aren't you?"

Trace's immediately revealed and fervently answers without taking his eyes off Wing while continuing to contain bandages on his person, "That's right! And I'm here to save the freaking day!" 

*Scene Change*

Going back in time quite a bit, Janet's carriage pulls up at the Southern Gate about fifteen meters from it as the elderly lady takes account of the loud commotion from inside the Holy Sanctuary while peering at the enormous structure ahead with concern brimming. "Is there supposed to be some party going on, young'uns?"

Ilya hastily exists from the carriage's back, rushes around Janet's left and stands a few meters away with distress overflowing while not having her staff present. "I'm sensing multiple of Velkry's Class S Spellcasters fighting enemies of terrifying power! It must be the Saints Organization invading in retaliation for what we did!"

Dante also gets out the carriage's back, and without moving from the spot he landed on, has an odd feeling to look over his right shoulder, which he does while concentrating onto a region atop the massive wall. At the exact instance he did that, the blonde barely watches someone wearing a white cloak jump off the wall to enter into Velkry's confines, unable to get a clear view of the person, however, did notice a peculiar type of hair fluttering before it's shielded by the cement structure. This summons curiosity upon Dante as he vaguely tilts his head to the left until switching his focus to the front of the carriage, starts walking toward that area with his head properly restored, promptly reaches Ilya's left side to stand there and comments in a strangely-relaxed manner while staring at the gate, "Yup, no doubt about that."

Ilya glares at Dante as anger includes itself with her distress. "Don't be so calm! This is very serious!"

Dante's personality doesn't change while setting his sight on Ilya out of the corner of his eyes. "You sure do have some memory issues, huh? And that's coming from a guy who has insomnia, where it's common for them to forget things. Of course, I'm not like most people with insomnia, so..."

Ilya becomes extremely flustered and completely faces Dante with both hands clenched as they're lowered. "Oh, shut up! I don't normally forget things, but since so much keeps happening, it's hard to recall every bit!"

Dante gives Ilya a skeptical look with a light smile. "Even what I said in the carriage the other day? You actually found that to be so remedial that you forgot?"

Ilya's rendered quiet while her jaw dropped a tad due to being dumbfounded and then shows a hint of shame prior to rebutting without her hands shut anymore. "No, it isn't that... I'm..." The hazel-eyed beauty veers her head to the right to no longer make eye contact with Dante as sadness emerges. "I'm sorry."

Dante happily chuckles. "I forgive you." The hoodie-endowed lad returns his gaze to the metallic doors. "I'll definitely make up for what I've caused. That's a Dante Guarantee."

Ilya can't help giggling at Dante's words as she reverts her attention to him with a content smile. "I'll hold you to it."

Immediately after that, Yuki cuts into the pair's brief moment of understanding with one another, having both arms crossed while carrying her blue purse around her right shoulder, as she's roughly a meter away and exhibits a dull attitude. "Are you two done? Because I don't believe this is the moment to just stand around, wasting crucial time."

Ilya, agitated by Yuki's statement, fully confronts the princess and says while trying to maintain her emotions at a minimum, "Like you could talk! We would've gotten here a couple hours sooner if you hadn't left your purse at the motel! Who knows how many lives that may have cost us?!"

Yuki retorts in an upset tone after uncrossing her arms. "How much do I have to apologize for that?! Remember, we were all worried about Dante and I happen to leave it when we went after him so I wouldn't have to stress over possibly losing the thing! It's not like I knew we needed to rush back here at the time!"

Ilya snaps back with her control of her emotions losing its restraint while taking a step toward Yuki. "Then don't whine that we're wasting time when we are only sparing a measly minute!"

Yuki's left eye twitches from irritation, grits her teeth and goes through a stare-off with Ilya as both dames release a low growl.

Dante halfheartedly laughs amidst his observation between Ilya and Yuki's argument, having navigated himself to face their direction as the male took a few steps back to permit them space, while thinking, "Despite Yuki already telling Ilya about Yui at the Saints' headquarters, nothing's really changed other than their acceptance of each other." He joyously sighs a little as he continues his thought process. "That's good."

Both Trace and Sano walk toward Dante after taking some time to wake up from their individual slumber as the purple-haired gentleman's already very aware of the multiple resonance of powerful magic while asking without looking at the green-eyed Caucasian, "What's the plan, beside going in head first with no plan like you normally do?"

Dante rest his focus upon Trace by mildly steering himself toward the right, however, his vision suddenly becomes distorted and forces the young man to rapidly blink before lifting his right hand to massage his eyes through both closed eyelids.

Sano, poised to Trace's right, emits a glimmer of concern as he continues to display the symptoms of recently awaking with both hands gripped onto the strapped Ruyi Jingu Bang. "You good, Dante?"

Dante slips his raised appendage atop of his mouth to yawn until taking it off while establishing his concentration to Sano and nods with charisma. "Yup! I'm okay!" The long-sleeved male turns to Trace without losing much of his cheerfulness. "Well, what do you suppose we do, Trace? We gotta' at least go inside. After all, Velkry's our home, so there's no problem entering. Is there?"

Trace, feeling a bit odd about being told that, puts his left hand on his waist as he solemnly replies. "You know what I mean, Dante. I want us to devise a well-thought course of action instead of merely winging it. Is that so hard to ask for?"

Dante straightforwardly responds after locating both hands behind his back. "Yup, very much actually."

Trace almost falls over to his left, but manages to prevent that from happening and fixes his composition while angrily yelling at Dante via both hands gestured forth, "What's the matter with you?!" The aqua-eyed person quickly drops his elevated limbs as a intense demeanor forms. "You know what, screw it! You do what you want and I'll do my own thing to fight the Saints!"

Dante contentedly smirks as he inserts his left hand into his back pocket and nods his head again. "Sounds good!" He then recalls something, making his expression go to a passive one while partially extending his bare right hand toward Trace. "Oh, and you need to do something for me. I think it'd be really cool if you did."

Trace scowls at Dante via his visible eye being narrowed. "And why would I do anything you request?"

Dante mischievously chuckles, commandeering his right hand to his backside again so he could station it within the other pocket, while his person resonates deviousness. "Well, 'cause you took my advice about your electricity, so you owe me. Also, you owe me a THANK YOU, which you're obviously stalling out on."

Trace faintly gags and is instantly overcome with annoyance as he slouches forward a little prior to murmuring, "I hate your mind reading with a passion..."

Dante simply states without any care emanated whatsoever. "Uh-huh... Duh."

Trace rolls his eye to the right while a sense of defeat overruns him and questions contemptibly, "What do you want...?" 

Dante evilly grins as he walks to Trace's left to mount his right arm atop his comrade's shoulder belonging on that side. "Let's take a walk." The blonde shuts his eyes while gently chiming via a sinister tone, "Unless you prefer to die from embarrassment in front of Ilya and Yuki!"

Trace swiftly turns pale with his posture stiffening and has a cold sweat travel down the right of his brow. "Uhhh..."

Sano injects himself into the conversation, radiating an eager behavior, while greatly interested in Dante's intentions as he's extremely close to Trace. "Mind if I tag along!"

Trace begins to show signs of panic amidst deviating his concentration to Sano and knows that the last person he wishes to be involved with whatever Dante's plotting would be the half-breed boy.

Dante hurriedly steps behind Trace to commence pushing the former Trailblaze Spellcaster toward the right via the hand that's out, who's not even trying to resist since he's too stunned at his current predicament with his feet dragging against the ground, as the hoodie-wearing individual loudly speaks while moving pass Sano. "Sorry! This is something I'm only going to get the pleasure of doing! Maybe next time! We're going now, Trace!" He glances to Janet without halting his progression. "Bye!"

Janet nods in understanding with a kind smile. "Fare-the-well, dearie!"

Ilya and Yuki gawk at Dante since the green-eyed gentleman needed to walk between them as they were still staring each other down the whole time. They are then taken over by concern while shouting in unison without altering their positioning, "Where are you going?!"

As he focuses on where he's headed, Dante sincerely rebuttals while lifting his left hand to wave it. "Just gonna' settle a debt! We'll enter through another way to further our fighting perimeter afterwards! See you later!"

Ilya directs herself toward Dante and Trace before promptly yelling with concern remaining strong, "Don't forget your promise to me!"

Dante keeps waving for a while as his pushing of Trace doesn't falter. "I won't!" The Caucasian places his left hand next to the right one so it could aid in navigating Trace until they're no longer in sight.

Ilya witnesses that transpire, becoming silent in the meantime, until weakly smirking and utters under her breath, "I'm trusting you, Dante... Please, don't let me down..."

Sano marches up behind Yuki as he confidently retorts to Ilya's uncertainty thanks to barely managing to hear what she said while facing toward the area Dante and Trace went. "He'll be fine."

Yuki nods in agreement with her gaze toward her right, not knowing that Sano had aimed that brief sentence to mainly to Ilya. "I know."

Ilya temporarily pauses while engraving every moment she had with Dante and then sharply confronts the Southern Gate in a determined manner. "Yeah!"

With that said, Ilya, Yuki and Sano take a moment to exchange goodbyes with Janet, who had done more than enough for them, as they didn't want her to be in danger. Once Janet took her leave, the three of them kept standing in front of the Southern Gate to await for someone to open it. Before long, impatience overcomes Ilya though while tapping her right foot on the ground without lifting it and utters in a whisper, "What's taking them? I know there's no Gate Guardian to okay our entrance, but someone must be monitoring or this will become a weak spot!"

Sano, now poised to Ilya's left, comments in the middle of checking out the area with a nonchalant demeanor, "It's possible they forgot 'cause they were in a rush to fight for their city. Can't blame them."

Yuki nods while stationed to Ilya's right, retaining her concentration on the Southern Gate, as minor seriousness can be noted. "Definitively." The pink-haired chick looks at Ilya via turning her head with both hands on her hips, not really minding the possibility of her purse slipping off in doing that since it's perched quite well on Yuki's right shoulder. "So, how do you suppose we get in then, Ilya?"

Sano contorts himself forward a tad to set his gaze upon Yuki prior to thinking as his duo grasp on Ruyi Jingu Bang continues, "Ilya? Not Miss Know-It-All?"

Ilya makes eye contact with Yuki by mimicking the blue-eyed teen's actions. "I'm not too sure. There isn't really any other way to go inside except through the gates." She veers her focus from Yuki to the ground, positioning her left arm horizontally onto the part of her midsection under her breasts so she can mount her right elbow atop it and ponders over any options available. "Breaking in is a no go since the entire wall and gates were magically made, giving them great resiliency to attacks."

Sano suddenly grins with confidence brimming and has his vision set on Ilya while repairing his posture to bluntly remark, "You're missing one."

Both Ilya and Yuki, who quickly took a couple of steps ahead to see pass the white-haired dame, snap their attention to Sano as confusion is depicted.

Right after, to give his two friends a hint to what he's talking about, Sano releases his left hand's hold of Ruyi Jingu Bang to remove from his lower back via his right hand and extends it forth with a mischievous attitude. "First, how do you girls feel about heights?" The tanned individual chuckles in a somewhat devious way.

Even though they are not necessarily afraid of heights, especially considering how their fight with Toad had moments of elevation, Ilya and Yuki can't restrain the feeling of fright from plaguing them due to the manner Sano spoke as an intense shiver crawls up their spine.

*Scene Cuts To Black*

To Be Continued...