*Starting Scene*

During the time-frame where many battles transpired at once, Wilt strolled around Velkry with no interest as the dust pertaining to the street he's traveling on departs from his feet before they even touch it, having his arms dangling at each respective side of him, and exhibits an reminiscent expression. "I didn't mean to end up here." The bearded adult specifies his attention toward the right. "I completely went pass the Royal Council's mansion, finding myself about three miles to the west without being anywhere near the Gate corresponding to it." Wilt diverts his concentration so he could examine the area that has no one else in sight, likely because of Oscar's goblins having wreaked enough havoc to force the civilians to abandoned their homes since there's a lot of damage noted. "This is about the same place that I..."

A male's voice unpredictably resounds from inside a housing that's stationed toward Wilt's right while finishing the Caucasian's sentence in a calm tone, "Attacked the first time?"

Wilt doesn't really react much to the sudden inquiry, aside simply confronting the voice's origin, and attempts to see who it is, but can't tell because of the darkness owned by the structure's confines.

Eventually, the emergence of a light-skinned, young man with short, sleek pinkish/blue hair and a fairly muscular body dressed by the white cloak that represents Velkry's Class S Spellcasters occurs. He arrogantly smirks while his blue eyes are firmly locked onto Wilt, and leisurely comments with his left hand's thumb hooked inside his white, baggy pants' pocket, "Welcome back, Wilt Jensen. You've just done the typical thing any criminal would do. You came back to the scene of the crime, although it took you fifteen years. Not bad."

Wilt's moderately surprised as the arrival of someone from his past left him speechless for a few seconds until regaining his composure with a solemn attitude arising. "Garland Castle... You're still alive."

Garland, the same one from Adalia's remembrance, halts about five meters in front of the house's entrance he journeyed out of while stiffening his posture to help loosen it. "Thanks to Ester, the last man you took away his life during your and that brat's invasion. If he hadn't stepped in that day, I would've died in his stead like the others."

Wilt blandly retorts with the wind starting to pick up quite a bit. "With the wounds you had, survival was supposed to be impossible. That's why I let you be and solely focused on fighting the now deceased councilman. A mistake was obviously made and this is God's way of letting me rectify that."

Garland slants his head from left to right so he can crack his neck and halfheartedly laughs. "Kind of stealing my lines there. I'm going to get you back for all my friends you killed." The pinkish-haired individual straightens his head. "So, you went from being a hired mercenary to a Saint. I'd feel some sort of respect for you turning over a new leaf, but becoming a member of the Saints Organization isn't remotely that. You might as well just stayed being a mercenary. At least you're more honest that way."

Wilt sternly says without letting Garland's words affect him, "That's your opinion, which is profoundly irrelevant. Randomly changing the subject: How is it that you look the same from fifteen years ago, Garland?"

Garland smiles out of amusement as an unexpected mist begins forming around the region both men currently reside, slowly blotting the blue-eyed gentleman from view. "Let's fight a little first. Then, we can move to answering each other's questions. There's one that my superiors and I would DEFINITELY want to know from you. Not that we don't have our suspicions, but it's always great to hear it straight out of the horse's mouth."

Wilt gradually lifts his right hand forward with his palm facing skyward while each of his fingers are partially curled. "Have it your way. You should already know how futile this is though. My magic left you at Death's door once and it'll certainly drive you through it this time. I'll make sure of that." The street's terrain abruptly changes, becoming extremely soft and permeable to even both Spellcasters' feet, until quickly ascending into several twisters as Wilt passionately declares, "Be buried like before, Garland! Sand Devil!" The multiple twisters hurriedly progress to where Garland was last seen with haste while eliminating the mist previously created and crash into the building the pinkish-haired lad exited not long ago, forcing it to quickly crumble.

Following that, the mist reforms around Wilt in a matter of seconds, making it very difficult for him to see anything, and hears Garland utter in a sinister manner, "My appearance may still be the same, but that's probably all, in terms of what you know about me."

Wilt scans the perimeter as best as he could after putting his elevated hand down, however, can't get any sign of Garland's location while his Sand Devil Spell had vanished.

Garland keeps talking without revealing himself and seems to have swapped his way of speaking to be more relaxed. "Back then, your sand got the better of us since Velkry's land gives you an endless resource of earth. That had put my Vapor Magic at a tight spot, especially with your impressive use of the Teleportation Spell. I could try to attack you now, but it'll fail. This stumped me for a while after that horrible loss we suffered. Luckily, it dawned on me that fighting you completely head on wasn't the answer. The reason we got beat by you that day wasn't because you were at a different level than us. Simply put, we decided on the wrong way to deal with you and you took total advantage."

Wilt tauntingly quips while continuing his search for Garland. "I thought we were going to be fighting, not chatting. Or was that what you meant by FIGHT A LITTLE FIRST? Sand Valley."

The recently-changed landscape immediately elevates in accordance to Wilt's final phrase and commences spreading throughout the region, consuming everything in its path for almost a mile overall thanks to the sandy mass' collective stature. In addition, Garland's mist gets easily overtaken by the expanding sand prior to an immense slam resonating the instance Wilt's spell fell back down as numerous buildings have become buried beneath it. Right after that, with nothing disrupting his vision, Wilt lackadaisically walks atop the raised terrain, heading toward the direction he initially was facing, and glimpses at different parts of the general location to find Garland while thinking, "I've never met someone, other than the Grand Elder, who's this good at hiding their magic."

Garland suddenly comments out of nowhere, his placement still being a mystery to Wilt, as a snarky tone can be noted, "So strange! You've used the same two moves from fifteen years ago, almost in the exact order! You're only missing one, which is the first attack you launched on us that left me in a bad way! Are you testing if I've improved to merit a serious battle out of you?! That's a dick move!"

Wilt nods in agreement with his eyes shut and ceases his progression. "Perhaps, I haven't gained any new spells since our last meeting. It's a possibility." The thistle-haired male reopens his eyes before peering behind himself due to suspecting that to be where Garland's stationed based on the trajectory of his voice via turning his head to the left. "That could signify that I was indeed of a higher caliber when I defeated you and the other Class S Spellcasters, no?"

To Wilt's dissatisfaction, Garland isn't behind him as the elite had thought and chuckles a bit with his voice echoing all around, "It's very possible, considering you were able to kill Ester all alone, although I wasn't conscious to actually see how you and him fought each other." His tone instantly intensifies while containing ferocity. "But, when it comes to killing Kelirk, Hance, Melvin, Bin and Dexter, I won't accept that as the truth! The old Class S Spellcasters were too strong to have fallen for any reason outside the one I mentioned! I'll show that to you right now!"

Wilt's eyes widen vaguely prior to navigating his focus to what's in front of him and is greeted by countless water particles swirling at the priest wannabe in a circular form with a deafening rushing noise projected. This forces Wilt to gesture his right arm forth in a sideways angle and commands a stream of sand to shoot diagonally, shielding him from the water that quickly seeps into it. Afterwards, the sand partially hardens as it drops to the now leveled landscape while the bearded gentleman takes a couple of steps back with his right hand lowered to his side. "Your argument would be invalid at this time however. In all the years that passed, surely you trained hard to become stronger, so you could invoke your revenge on me. Meaning, you aren't the same from back then, like you brought up earlier, and that makes it impossible for you to prove your point of my past victory."

Garland slyly rebuttals while positioned behind Wilt with his right elbow faintly hovering atop the small of the Saints Organization member's back, having reduced his stance to do so. "You didn't get it! Think over what I was implying as your body aches like hell! Vapor Strike!" A powerful blast of steam expels out of Garland's elbow with the high-pressured gas hurriedly smashing upon Wilt's back, which wouldn't have hurt so much if it wasn't absurdly hot, and sends the opponent stumbling forward.

Wilt, struggling to restrain his unintentional movements, demonstrates a pained expression as his back is stinging profoundly and then snaps his head to where Garland's supposed to be, but discovers that the young-looking Caucasian has vanished yet again. Because of that, the beige-eyed man's a tad startled while hastily checking his surroundings. "Teleportation Spell?! Is that something you gained from your dedication to defeat me?!"

Garland lackadaisically places his left elbow onto Wilt's right cheek with an upright composition, currently poised next to the adversary, while levitating roughly a foot off the sand as he cheerfully chimes, "Not even! I suck at using the Teleportation Spell!" Another steam current explodes from the cloaked person before arrogantly adding, "But that's really unnecessary since I got my Vaportation Spell! Pretty much the same thing like Aeroportation, except it involves the obvious word I swapped in! You can guess why, right?!" He chuckles a little.

Wilt contorts to his left thanks to the sheer might produced by Garland's spell while having his eyes glued on the pinkish-haired Spellcaster with disdain barely exhibited.

Then, just when Wilt tried to say something, Garland's swiftly shrouded by mist without covering anything else nearby and disappears from where he was floating. This merely last a second though as the Vapor Manipulator shows up on Wilt's left and lands a fierce left knee to his waist, making the elite's leader falter in that direction now while steam impales him during contact. It doesn't end there as Garland repeats this process from different angles, hitting Wilt with all four limbs, while sometimes elevated in the air and other times utilizing the terrain for assistance because of the blue-eyed man implementing several acrobatic movements. "Man, I wish I had mastered this fifteen years ago, or even figured out how to use it without much preparation needed! Things sure would've been different! I technically would've been the strongest Class S Spellcaster in Velkry and you would've gotten your ass handed to you easily!"

*Scene Change*

Relentless combat transpires between Celty's regime and the large swarm of goblins that appear to endlessly increase in numbers with every passing second, likely because the attack the red-headed Spellcaster administered upon the street caught others' attention during either their luring of some civilians who were chasing them or destructive rampage. As things steadily intensify, the cloaked dame tries to take on most of the goblins since she knows they're quite formidable in fighting and are a bit too much for a significant amount of Spellcaster battling along side her. To do that, Celty courageously swings her halberd at the green-skinned creatures, applying her Impact Magic in each attack to maximize the chances of defeating a grand scale of them at once, while permitting agitation to radiate through her person amidst the smoke made by her weapon. "How many are there?! This is setting me back too much!" She gazes behind herself via steering her head to the right so she could focus on the pathway that would lead to the Eastern Gate, having been turned around thanks to the persistence of Oscar's goblins, as she witnesses countless debris flying around from an area roughly a mile away with magic overwhelming it, unconsciously lowers the halberd toward her waist and softly says in a fearful tone, "Cassius..."

With Celty's concentration elsewhere, a goblin leaps at her after briefly grinning evilly as the sneaky enemy stations the wooden club above its head and is about to releases an unforgiving hit onto Celty's head.

Meanwhile, lying backwards on top the edge of a building's roof that's located toward the street's left side from Celty's perspective, Oscar smirks disappointingly with both hands mounted behind his head to give some support to it while observing Celty in an upside down angle as his right foot's perched over his bent left knee and murmurs, "Crudnark... And she was doing so well too, despite my original judgment... I wonder why she got distracted..." The curly-haired man closes his eyes, predicting Celty's imminent downfall, as he sighs a tad.

However, in mid air, the attacking goblin's entire body abruptly begins bubbling until instantaneously exploding as there was only a second left for him to be in striking distance of Celty, which had the short being already swinging his club downward. This makes Celty snap her attention to focus ahead of herself while seeing blood, flesh and bones scatter toward her with the wooden club gradually descending to the ground. In response, the orange-eyed chick hurriedly backs away to avoid collision with the disembodied goblin that soon drops to the street and can't help demonstrating a decent sum of confusion.

After hearing the splattering of blood and body parts, Oscar had reopened his eyes to check out what caused it with a somewhat baffled look while remaining poised atop the building without switching his composition. "Well, that was a surprise." The elite becomes fairly excited as a happy smile takes shape.

Celty continues to be confused until a left hand gently rests on the beauty's left shoulder from behind, forcing her to quickly set her sights upon whoever it is, and is overcome by disbelief while frantically yelling out, "Lady Adalia?!"

Adalia giggles with her eyes glimmering contentedly as she keeps standing behind Celty. At the same time, having overheard Celty's outburst, the battling Velkry Spellcasters look toward the red-head before completely getting stunned by the fact that Adalia's now present, resulting in them detaining their fight concerning the goblins, while Oscar simply places his vision upon the gorgeous woman with curiosity barely brimming. Right after that, the blue-eyed female takes her left hand off Celty's shoulder, scans her surroundings to fully determine the situation, notices that the goblins have also halted their movements to marvel at her and wholeheartedly says, "I'm truly proud." Adalia gives Celty and everyone else a caring grin. "You've all fought hard, did your best to protect our Holy Sanctuary and defended those who cannot defend themselves as much as possible." She then separates herself from Celty via moving toward the right to be poised alone prior to sternly declaring up the road both woman are currently facing, "Listen up, goblins! You'll be fighting me now and no one else!" Adalia points her left index finger toward the remnants of the goblin that recently met its end. "I'm responsible for what happened to that one and I assure you, unless you all contend with me, that shall happen to every single one of you!"

During the councilwoman's speech, Celty navigated herself to fully confront Adalia while her jaw hangs a little out of awe. Not long after, the Gate Guardian releases her left hand's hold upon the halberd, swiftly progresses forth so she can stand next to Adalia's left as she directs her complete focus onto the goblins that her superior's facing and passionately states with tenacity included, "I agree with Lady Adalia, except for the NO ONE ELSE part!" Celty aims her left thumb at herself with the right appendage situated close to her hip belonging to the same side without really loosening its grip on the white-colored halberd. "I cut down a substantial quantity of your kind, so you have a bone to pick with me as well!" The tanned individual lowers her left hand to dangle without any deterioration of her devotion.

Adalia's not too surprised since she had expected Celty to do something like that, watching the eager young adult out of the corner of her eyes, and then resets her gaze on the goblins while expelling confidence.

Oscar, impressed at the display of valor and self-sacrifice for their people, chuckles as his eyes are fixated on both damsels while thinking, "Those two are proving to be promising, especially the older babe that's stupidly powerful from what I can tell. My goblins gotta' consider going into their You-Mother-Fucker Mode before it's too late."

Almost as if they had heard their master's thoughts, the giant horde of goblins' reddish/yellow eyes commence glowing while becoming horrifically more muscular, causing veins to bulge from their person, without the savage creature's stature escalating with their initially green skin turning crimson in no time. Also, their brown shorts expand with additional tears occurring and hastily demonstrate a greater amount of ferocity while seeming to be going insane because of how each one fidgets in a crazed-like manner as they drool profusely.

Following the goblins's transformation, Adalia and Celty are quite dumbfounded as they're not sure of what to make of their enemies' sudden change while feeling very uneasy about the possible capabilities they now may have.

Not actually predicting that the goblins would immediately do what he thought they should do, Oscar weakly laughs while halfheartedly smirking and mumbles, "Well, look at that. Perfect timing." His eyes swiftly dart to the right with coldness resonating in them as he's a bit intrigued. "Hmm?"

Even though they were wary of the goblins' new form, Celty and Adalia couldn't help take account of something originating at a fair distance behind the presently red-skinned creatures as the halberd-wielder's enveloped by shock while saying in a fragile voice, "This is..."

Adalia finishes Celty's sentence with tension momentarily gathering at her core. "Dark Magic." A joyous grin promptly rises onto her face while eliminating any signs of concern.

Then, the goblins positioned in front of the two Velkry women turn away to investigate the reason why the sensation they were also experiencing happened suddenly as the surrounding civilians, who had continued to stay there despite having heard Adalia and Celty's declaration in fighting the horde alone, bring their total attention onto the same place like the rest. Everyone's immediately horrified once they see multiple dark colors flutter out of a huge, black, pentagram circle etched on the ground until disappearing into nothing and shows Hellfire Fiend with its Death-Scythe outstretched toward the right via the being's hand pertaining to that side.

Celty timidly remarks while unintentionally shivering, "T-That's the thing Dante summoned in the training facility... W-What is it doing here?"

Eventually, Hellfire Fiend draws its concentration forward since the ominous creature had its head down temporally while no one observing the jester-clothed being is able to figure out what exactly it's looking at or even thinking. Several moments of silence then transpires as the masked individual slowly commandeers the Death-Scythe backwards, getting into a sideways stance with its left foot placed ahead, and gently extends its left hand forth.

Suspicion overtakes Oscar's demeanor as he kept his eyes locked on Hellfire Fiend and utters in a low volume, "An entity of evil? No, it's-"

Though it wasn't on purpose, Adalia interrupts Oscar via grabbing a hold of Celty's right wrist with her left hand and makes the red-head focus on her before urgently saying, "We must move!" The busty dame glances at the other Spellcasters. "Everyone, go inside, immediately! Your lives will be in peril if you don't heed my words!"

Velkry's participating citizens are briefly stunned at Adalia's unprecedented warning, but soon managed to comply with her request and dashed into the nearby buildings, some having to use fast maneuvering so they could elude the goblins because of them obstructing their path during the Spellcasters' journey in obtaining shelter. This action enrages the goblins considering they weren't done terrorizing the residence yet as they try to chase after their prey.

Celty worryingly gasps after witnessing the goblins' pursuit of her companions who were toward her upper left, however, can't aid them due to Adalia maintaining a tight grip on her wrist. She's then pulled to the right against her will by Adalia as the two women hastily head toward the right side of the street. Once they get there, a mighty gust of wind zooms pass them while both just refaced the road with astonishment on Celty's person and a passive attitude emitted from Adalia. Soon after, the wind dies down as nothing seems to have happened, however, that's the furthest thing from the truth once Oscar realized that Hellfire Fiend has vanished.

In the meantime, Hellfire Fiend abruptly appears on the other end of the street, approximately fifty meters away from the female Spellcasters' location, with the Death-Scythe now lowered close to its waist while the blade's barely hovering over the terrain as crimson blood trails off it.

A split second later, all the goblins situated between where Hellfire Fiend previously stood and its current position instantaneously emanate blood from their body, showering the street with it in the process, before each one harshly collapses while strained groans escape their lips as they die.

Celty's completely bewildered while analyzing the area to verify how many goblins were took down and discovers that there aren't any left in sight. "Amazing..." The young lady resets her concentration on Hellfire Fiend's backside thanks to it facing away from her. "That really isn't an ordinary Demonic Creature, especially for its size. I've dealt with much bigger and came out pretty well, but if I were to ever have to fight that one..." Celty gulps nervously.

Having let go of Celty's wrist not that long ago, Adalia giggles with her vision on Hellfire Fiend too as she keeps standing next to the tanned chick. "Why would you ever have to fight it? It's on our side, of course."

Oscar, having directed his gaze to Hellfire Fiend's new placement, grins in a sad way as he slants his head to the left a bit and exclaims to himself, "He wrecked all of them, easily! That guy's dangerous!"

A male's voice unexpectedly comments from Oscar's right while sounding moderately amused, "You could say that again! Glad I have him as a guardian!" He contentedly laughs.

Oscar rushes to check out who's besides him, having re-straightened his head, and is quite stunned to see Dante casually squatting atop the very edge his back's resting on until hesitantly asking, "W-Where did ya' come from?!"

Dante, as his person's facing toward the street with both arms perched over his, gives Oscar a curious expression via turning his head to the right and shrugs. "I don't know."

A drop of sweat travels down Oscar's left cheek while releasing a frail chuckle as he's slightly grinning. "You're playing dumb? Bizarre time to do that." The lime-eyed foe notices that Dante's wearing a pair of gloves and gets very serious after reverting his attention to make eye contact with the blonde. "What now, Dante Einsburn? Will you kill me? I'm currently in a precarious position that would definitely make it hard for me to react to an attack."

Dante mildly weaves from side to side without removing his concentration from Oscar. "That depends on you. You're the one who chose to lie like that. Either you were overconfident about no one catching you off guard or you wanted someone to find you like this." The hoodie-wearing Caucasian smiles knowingly as he leans his body toward Oscar. "Another option could be that you just didn't care enough to think that far."

Oscar laughs a tad while faintly adjusting his head and arms due to them becoming stiff. "That sounds like me." He deviates his gaze to stare at the sky. "Anyhow, I guess I'll be giving up now. Most of my goblins are already dead, except a couple of factions that aren't even doing well anymore. Not much motivation to go to the next level, even though someone like you popped up." Oscar presses his upper teeth down onto his bottom lips as he lets out a high-pitch whistle that echoes profoundly, making just the goblins that have fallen dissipate. 

Wondering about the whistle's origin, Adalia and Celty momentarily scan the region with Hellfire Fiend fading away because of it understanding that there's no more need for the Death-Scythe-wielder, only leaving a small puddle of blood where its weapon's blade was levitating. As soon as that occurred, the councilwoman spots Dante and Oscar ahead of her placement while a delighted smirk takes form.

Oscar continues talking without shifting his vision from the sky. "I hope you don't hold it against me that I wait until my goblins are beaten to withdraw them. It's the only way they won't give me crap in the end." The curly-haired Spellcaster scoffs as he spaces out. "You know... I love God and all, but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't wanna' see me die here. Plus, it does me no good to die for an organization that claims they are superior when we're all the same to a degree. It's about time I change things up."

Dante commandeers himself to move away from Oscar prior to standing upright with each hand dangling on opposite sides as he keeps watching the grayish-haired adult while feeling respect toward him. "I can relate." He turns to the right and carefully steps over Oscar's body while beginning to leave the area. "See you later, alligator."

Keeping his eyes glued on the gloved male, Oscar dismounts his left hand to wave it at Dante as sincerity's radiating from the elite. "In a while, crocodile! You can fucking bet your life on that!"

*Scene Change*

Ignoring his opponent's pompous behavior from earlier, Wilt has some difficulty predicting how Garland will strike as he takes the majority of the attacks implemented thanks to the Vaportation Spell full force, causing him to stagger around over and over again, while obtaining many bruises throughout with agony established on his person. Concurrently, the Caucasian chases after Garland via his eyes while doing a decent job at maintaining his cool as he thinks, "I see it! There's a pattern to how he'll attack! It may not be on purpose, however..." Wilt weaves to his left due to receiving a nearly invisible blow to his right cheek, ducks in avoidance of a roundhouse kick that was coming from behind before slightly stretching his left arm without switching its general location, aims his palm at the sky and fervently declares, "I'll use it to end this one-sided barrage of yours!" He swings his left hand into the air with his head cocked back to follow it. "Sand Geyser!"

Once that was said, an enormous blast of sand jets out of the spot half a meter toward Wilt's left, narrowly missing the bearded male, with the mass escalating to an impeccable height. Taking roughly four minutes to die down, the Sand Geyser Spell recedes into the terrain that Wilt fabricated with an awestruck expression installed upon the thistle-haired foe after dropping his raised appendage to verify if that did the trick and weakly murmurs, "No... He was supposed to appear right there... I was certain of it..."

Garland's suddenly displayed hovering above Wilt's head as he's moderately decorated with patches of smoke while upside down, his left hand's thumb stuck into his pocket once more and is gently gnawing at his right thumb in childish method. "Perhaps, I wanted you to think that I had something as stupid as a pattern to my fighting style." He laughs with his eyes deviating to Wilt after having temporarily been staring ahead. "I got you good, didn't I?"

Wilt snaps his head up with urgency, but misses sight of Garland and becomes quite concerned until being overcome by pain because of a powerful, left-footed mule kick smashing onto his spine from the enemy. Without any reprieve, the priest wannabe gets caught in a small fog that's just for him as it rapidly binds his maneuverability and makes Wilt yell angrily, "This is ridiculous! What kind of vapor can constrict someone?!"

Garland, having rested his left foot on the sand, replies in a stuck-up way with his left hand extended toward Wilt's location while standing sideways. "When a person has the ability to liquefy or solidify gases any way they want, the line between ridiculous and reasonable gets blurred. Believe me." The pinkish-haired gentleman immediately drives his left hand toward the right, navigating the collection of compressed steam entrapping Wilt in that same direction with no remorse whatsoever, and has them harshly crash onto the sand.

As a result, Wilt rolls atop the sand numerous times while the fog dissipates with every collision until ultimately no longer being present. Simultaneously, the Caucasian detains his unintended progression along the terrain via digging his right elbow into it, causing him to face toward Garland, and momentarily lies on his right side. Not long after, Wilt uproots his elbow from the sand to gradually get up with minimal exhaustion showing as he's bent forth a little. "I only believe in myself, the Saints Organization and God. I have no room to dedicate any belief in you." He smirks in a smart-ass manner.

Garland scoffs with a hint of criticism surfacing and lowers his left hand. "Very funny." The cloaked lad inhales profusely prior to exhaling as a calm demeanor takes hold of him. "Anyway, that Sand Geyser was a new one. Shooting up at a high speed to cut through flesh with each spec. Not something I would expect from sand, but considering what I said a minute ago, I'm not surprised." Garland abruptly recalls a memory of Ester's corpse drenched in blood and countless cuts while continuing to talk. "Actually, I need to retract my statement of it being a new one. It's the spell you used on Ester, right? I thought all those cuts I found on him after I regained consciousness were from that first spell you used on us, but I felt they didn't match up."

Wilt softly utters while both hands twitch, sustaining them on opposing sides of his being, "Speaking of..." Multiple sections of the sand around Wilt's feet burst, creating a cluster of dust, and then reveals about a dozen, two-meter-wide shurikens crafted from sand that has harden significantly to achieve this form as each barely floats above the terrain while gradually spinning. Afterwards, the Saints Organization member states with seriousness engulfing him, "Sand Shurikens!"

Garland raises his right eyebrow skeptically. "Finally using it, huh? I didn't comment on it fifteen years ago, again because of how I let it screw me up badly, but I feel like giving one now." His attitude changes to display amusement. "It's weird that, out of all the shapes you could've made them take, you chose something normally a ninja would use. Living out some sort of fantasy there?"

Wilt plainly shakes his head without exhibiting much care for Garland's inquiry. "That topic is irrelevant to our current circumstance and I'd be grateful if you'd refrain from bringing that back up." He promptly swings his right hand vertically to aim it forward, releasing a light grunt in the process, after determination took place on his being. This is followed by the sand-material weapons accelerating toward Garland while flying at him from different angles involving his front as their rotation has immensely increased.

Garland grins happily as he prepares himself for the shurikens' arrival via reducing his posture and mutters, "Someone's sensitive." The young-looking male chuckles one more time.

With that, Wilt's Sand Shurikens fly all around the buried section of Velkry where both he and Garland continue to battle each other for roughly twenty minutes in total as the three-bladed projectiles chase the young-looking adversary without halting.

During the shurikens' pursuit, Garland utilizes his Vaportation Spell to dodge every attempt they made at him with instances of the blue-eyed man appearing nearby Wilt, however, decides not to administer any sort of an attack onto the Saints Organization member. This is because of how much fun he's having with Wilt's sand-material weapons while arrogantly stating in the middle of floating thanks to his Vapor Magic seemingly making it possible for him to stay airborne amidst his repetitive disappearance and reappearance, "This feels great! I'm outmaneuvering your shurikens without breaking a sweat!" Garland points his right index finger at one of the spinning projectiles that just missed his left arm due to the pinkish-haired gentleman steering himself to be poised sideways. "It was these buggers that made me useless that day, so I want to show you how insignificant they are!"

Wilt rapidly gestures his arms to navigate the Sand Shurikens through the air while paying little mind to Garland's effort in getting under his skin and remains focus even when the cloaked opponent approached him, figuring that Garland wasn't planning on launching an attack upon him anytime soon.

Garland keys onto Wilt's present behavior as he teasingly quips, "Why so serious?! You still sour that I called you out on your ninja fantasy?!" He chuckles a bit.

Wilt responds with a firm voice while continuing his arms movements. "What did I say? That's irrelevant, so stop. Also, what's the meaning to your constant mobility? You won't gain victory if that's all you intend on doing."

Garland raises his eyebrows, appearing toward Wilt's upper right from a decent distance away with his left foot barely touching the sandy terrain as the other is vaguely pulled back, while his right hand's thumb is hooked into his pants' pocket. Doing that, the Class S Spellcaster says in a condescending manner after glaring at Wilt, "That's stupid to say! No shit I won't win by merely doing this!" Garland cocks his head back to set his attention skyward. "Check it out!"

Wilt does as Garland instructed, and once his focus rested upon the sky, a drop of rain fell onto the center of his forehead. Right after, it's shown that a dark grey cloud is now floating roughly fifty meters above the two adversaries with its stature almost mirroring the circumference of the elite's Sand Valley Spell as lightning bolts crack along different parts of the mass' surface. This leaves Wilt awestruck while putting both arms down with minor movement from either appendage. "How did I not sense the magic necessary to create such a thing?!"

Garland looks at Wilt again after extinguishing his Vaportation Spell as he lackadaisically answers, "Because I don't need a lot of magic to make it. Only a little time. After all, the sole reason I even had it made was to have it rain." The sleek-haired individual smirks maliciously while an immense downpour begins, quickly soaking both men and the entire sandy landscape.

Amidst the heavy rain, Wilt acknowledges that the still elevated Sand Shurikens are relentlessly bombarded by water, losing their structure, and ultimately fall apart while dropping to the currently damp sand below. Witnessing that, the bearded Spellcaster calmly says with his gaze roaming around, "You've completely altered the texture of the sand." He hurriedly lock eyes with Garland, emanating a somewhat infuriated personality. "I see what your aim is! You're under the impression that this will prevent my manipulation of sand since its physical characteristics have been compromised!" Wilt sternly shakes his head. "You're absolutely mistaken!"

Garland momentarily laughs prior to planting his right hand over his right pectoral while questioning mockingly with his posture bent forward, "I'm mistaken?!" The blue-eyed gentleman detaches his hand from himself as a confident grin appears after repairing his composition and slants his head to the right. "No, I'm not. You're the one who's mistaken. I never once said that was my plan. THIS is my plan. Freezing Point."

The water drenching Wilt's whole body suddenly turns to ice, petrifying the thistle-haired male the same manner Yuki would freeze someone, as alarm overcomes his person while peering downward and lets out a distraught gasp.

Garland's grin widens a little with the rain continuously descending as he restores his head's positioning and briefly rubs the palm of his right against his cheeks. "The greatest thing about vapor is its versatility." He lowers his right hand to his side. "I could fight using it normally, increasing and decreasing its temperature whichever way I want, I could liquefy it or solidify it. I'm, at the most basic, three Spellcasters in one."

Wilt draws his focus onto Garland, having started to tremble because of the coldness of both the ice entrapping him and the rain's constant showering, while solemnly yelling, "This won't hold me though! Sand Geyser!" The sand beneath his feet erupts, blasting Wilt with an insurmountable array, as he valiantly grits his teeth to bear the impeccable pain consuming him.

Garland can't help being surprised while folding his arms together and watches the geyser comprised of damped sand travel skyward. "That was unpredictable. I wonder if wet sand moving at that velocity hurts more than dried sand. I doubt it, but that still ought to sting like a bitch. I'm happy I'm not in his shoes." 

At the moment Garland said that, a Sand Geyser unprecedentedly expels out from the area below the cloaked person's feet with tremendous force. Following that, the sand-based fountain plaguing Wilt deteriorates, revealing him to be significantly wounded but at least has been freed from his frozen state, as the priest wannabe gags profusely while swaying around in an exhausted manner and has his head down a bit. Soon enough, Wilt painstakingly set his concentration upon the other Sand Geyser with a sense of accomplishment dwelling inside. "You spoke... Too soon... Garland Castle." His body abruptly becomes frozen again, causing panic to overwhelm the Saints Organization Member as his eyes widen greatly.

Concurrently, the Sand Geyser stationed in front of him disperses until vanishing as Garland's displayed several meters behind the spell and comments without unfolding his arms, "I don't think so, Wilt Jensen." He chuckles before saying casually, "This is it for our fight. I'll be killing you within the next minute, so let's exchange information real quick." Garland commences walking toward Wilt. "I survived our last encounter because of my Vapor Magic. It's also because of it that I stay looking young, but that doesn't mean I'm not aging. There's just one man in Velkry who can manage their age like that and do more. Oh, and that thing about my argument being invalid... It isn't if I'm at the exact level of strength as all of my friends you killed, not including Ester. That means you won because of what I said and I proved it by totally owning you." The pinkish-haired lad reaches Wilt while intently staring into his eyes. "Your turn. I only have ONE question for you. Who hired you to invade Velkry fifteen years ago?"

Wilt, gazing back into Garland's eyes, exhibits a strong demeanor despite his person shivering nonstop while firmly retorting, "I refuse to-" The battered gentleman's cuts off via a right fist jamming itself into his mouth, forcing him to slur his words as he's quite shocked.

Garland demonstrates a menacing smirk with his fist remaining inside Wilt's mouth for a while. "I expected that. It's fine though. Like I mentioned near the beginning, we got our suspicions since it's really obvious who would benefit the most from Velkry's might weakening. Trust me when I say that we'll be sure to make them pay soon. So you can head to the afterlife now." He promptly releases a huge blast of steam within Wilt's mouth via his fist, instantly making every orifice belonging to the priest wannabe burst out blood. Having done that, Garland quickly retracts his limb so he could refold his arms after allowing the rain to wash away the blood on it. This permitted Wilt to slump backwards before dropping to the sand as the terrain gradually goes back to normal with the rain dying down. At the same time, Garland has no desire in saying anything else and merely stands there with a content smile while observing Wilt's corpse.

*Scene Change*

The district near the Eastern Gate suffers profoundly due to numerous quakes rocking its foundation repetitively with the two elephants that had been summoned by Mammoth notably absent from where they were lying because of Cassius' slashing a leg. In the meantime, the buildings, concession stands and street rapidly break apart as Cassius teleports around, but every time he manifests on a spot, Mammoth shows up right in front of him with no real issue, although he's wearing getas, while ready to administer a punch via one of his appendages. Fortunately, the white-haired gentleman acts accordingly to each close-quarter confrontation by either parrying the blow with his sword, teleporting out of the way, or in some cases, just blocking Mammoth's fist that places them into a stand-off for a while until resuming their game of cat and mouse. 

As that happens, Cassius murmurs in a moderately stressed method while making sure to stay attentive of Mammoth's next assault with his right hand solely carrying the Longsword at the moment and has its bladed aimed forth even though the limbs extended toward his side, "This is getting exhausting! There seems to be no stop to his power and the most I can do is repel his attacks! If something doesn't change soon, I'll be-"

Mammoth interrupts Cassius' conversation with himself by instantly popping up in front of him once again as the Wilde Family leader contains the Eastern Gate located quite far behind, headbutts the hazel-eyed male without allowing a chance to evade or defend and coldly yells in a commanding tone, "No more!"

Cassius flies backwards a tad while keeping his focus on Mammoth as an agonized grimace overruns his face and grits his teeth tightly. Afterwards, the light-skinned person regains his bearings sufficiently to join his left hand upon the Longsword and launches a fierce, horizontal swing at Mammoth's left cheek while grunting angrily.

Mammoth astonishingly doesn't even attempt to avoid the weapon as it makes contact, however, is unsuccessful in piercing the pompadoured adult's skin, immensely baffling Cassius with his jaw hanging. Simultaneously, the red-eyed foe plants a left uppercut onto Cassius' stomach that hurriedly affects his opponent, who released a dreadful cough without switching his concentration from Mammoth while barely able to sustain his grip on the Longsword via his fingertips. He then steps back with his left foot so he could temporarily remove his fist from Cassius' gut prior to instilling a stronger hit that launches the cloaked Spellcaster away.

Cassius soars through the air with remarkable speed, his body currently curled to a degree, while nearly having lost his grasp on the Longsword and then straightened his back to drive both feet upon the ground as he succeeded in detaining himself without skidding along the terrain. Not long after that, the lad restores his gaze onto Mammoth since his head was temporarily tilted backwards when he first halted his unintended flight and adjusts his hold on the Longsword with it teetering forward as Cassius breathes heavily. "I feel like I'm going to barf... What ridiculous strength he has!"

Mammoth's muscles flex naturally before the tanned man started radiating a gigantic wave of magic that produces its own tremors as both arms are mildly dropped while the crook of his elbows bend at a 90 degree angle and fervently states, "You are indeed a strong kind of Spellcaster! Everything I have dealt to you has failed to properly punish you!" He swaps his stance to have his left fist raised forth, stands sideways via his left foot toward Cassius and lifts his right hand to be leveled with his chest while positioning it upside down. "However, whatever your magic is that's aiding in the prolonging of your life, know it will not protect you for much longer!" Mammoth promptly disappears and takes form not too far from Cassius' with another right-handed strike arranged after commencing to withdraw his left fist. 

Cassius, understanding that there's not enough time to pull back his weapon to initiate a swing, keys on an opening at the heart of Mammoth's chest and dashes forward so he could stab the Longsword's blade with a desperate expression while thinking, "I have to... I have to win!" His mind flickers out the memories of those that were lost fifteen years ago, including an image of a white-haired man who's general appearance is blurred due to lack of remembering what he looks like, as the last person crossing his head is Ilya's frail state at the time and thinks with fury, "I don't want to lose anyone else!" Cassius' sword manages to land upon Mammoth's body, but sadly for him, isn't penetrated yet again while not even a drop of blood seeps out.

Mammoth hides the shred of dissatisfaction residing in him since, in the back of his mind, he wanted to experience a fight similar to the few confrontations involving Desmond as he swiftly deflects the Longsword with his free hand and persists his right fist's speedy advancement. "We may both be Class S Spellcasters, however, you're a tad too green to be a significant challenge for me!"

Cassius has no time to respond while his eyes get dull, unintentionally spacing out in defeat, until suddenly being pulled backwards by something and narrowly avoids Mammoth's punch. This renders the hazel-eyed person and Mammoth speechless prior to Cassius peering behind himself via his head turned to the left as he finds Dante casually smiling at him.

Dante maintains his nonchalant behavior, presently holding to the back of Cassius' cloak with his right hand, and then shuts his eyes while cheerfully saying, "Hey, there! You should teleport us away, unless you wanna' get nailed in a moment!"

Cassius blinks confusedly, but senses that he'll be in big trouble if he doesn't comply quickly, detaches his left hand from his sword to aim it himself and luckily teleports them just when Mammoth attempted a back-handed strike to make up for missing his last attack. Afterwards, the young adult takes shape about twenty meters from Mammoth's locate, now standing in the middle of the street with his back pointed to Velkry's confines, while Dante's still behind him without letting go of Cassius' cloak. Not even a couple of seconds later, Cassius makes the green-eyed lad release his grip by hurriedly facing toward Dante and angrily yells as his weapon's lowered, "Bastard! I should kill you!"

Dante's somewhat amused as he begins walking to Cassius' right with his right hand mounted on his waist belonging to the same side while looking at the Spellcaster out of the corner of his eyes. "Sorry, but we'll have to postpone any sort of death penalty you're itching to give me. I got some business to take care of."

Cassius' anger greatly boils with his vision homed onto Dante and grinds his teeth relentlessly while reverberating a low growl.

Having brought his attention upon the Asian, Dante gets within range so he could try listening to Mammoth's thoughts before chuckling a little while slowly walking toward his left in a sideways method. "I can't really hear your thoughts either, so you're in the middle of your Bestial Merging, huh?! I got to say... It sucks that we can't be friends! I would have so much fun!"

Cassius directs himself toward Dante as he's overcome by a decent amount of disbelief. "Dante!"

Mammoth coldly glares at Dante while his magic ceased fluctuating, however, that doesn't mean he's not ready to continue the battle at the drop of a hat and solemnly comments, "Dante Einsburn. You are our main objective. I will pass judgment on you for both my family and the Saints Organization."

A slightly sad grin establishes itself on Dante's face right when he halted his movement and keeps watching Mammoth. "Hmm... I'd gladly fight you under normal circumstances, but I need a question to be answered first and your brother Orca was generous enough to tell me that you'd be the perfect person to ask. Now, who was behind-"

Mammoth heartlessly intervenes, not permitting Dante to finish his sentence. "I was correct with my suspicion then. You invaded my home and caused the eventual downfall of Velkry for that lone individual. Such selfishness is a disgusting sin, Dante."

Cassius stays quiet as he observes both Dante and Mammoth while emanating a fairly serious look.

Dante sighs after shutting his eyes again with his head partially down and radiates a large quantity of ferocity. "Answer it or..." The blonde sets his sights onto Mammoth as callousness resonates immensely while lightly smirking. "Well, I don't need to tell you what will happen. You already know what I can do."

Mammoth scoffs and retorts in an unaffected tone, "Your threat holds no value to me. Despite my saying that, I will answer your long-sought inquiry by giving you the name of the man who has always carried the Saints Organizations' incompatible righteousness on his shoulders because he is the one behind that execution from five years ago. His name is... Richard. Grand Elder Richard."

Cassius gulps a bit at the mentioning of Grand Elder Richard's name while specifying his focus on Mammoth. "That's the Saints Organization's main leader, is it not? He's currently the oldest, living member, even though their organization has been involved with the war from the beginning, and owes his survival to the fact that he's never stepped upon the battlefield. It's speculated that he's the most extremist of all the Saints members from his generation, hence his ascension as their Grand Elder many years back."

Dante snaps his head to Cassius as he demonstrated a faintly bewildered attitude. "Crap, Cassius! You sure got a big noggin to know all that stuff! I'm impressed!"

Cassius gives Dante a scrutinizing glare and thinks with anger gathering inside himself, "You're insulting me and complimenting me at the same time, you know?!"

Dante softly laughs while speaking in a smart-ass manner. "I'm still within range, Cassius. I can hear what you;re thinking... And yup! I know!"

Cassius briefly face-palms via his left hand as the Caucasian sighs exasperatedly while having both eyes closed.

Dante takes minor enjoyment from Cassius's obvious irritation prior to reverting his concentration toward Mammoth with an emotionless composition. "So, it's the top dog out of all dogs that was responsible, huh? Saves me a whole lot of time. Now, I can actually make some real progress in achieving my goals."

*Scene Cuts To Black*

To Be Continued...