They were in what could only be the castle’s
library, at the summit of the tallest tower of the palace. To their shock,
however, it was coated entirely in ice! Rogalian himself was visible in the
center of the room, frozen solid like a fly trapped in amber. They rushed to
reach him, but were blown back by a great gale of blistering wind as from the
ceiling came a terrible abomination: a blazing halo surrounded by seven
enormous, fiery wings.
Fighting the Unholy Wings was like forcing
mice to fight a falcon. The monstrosity would zoom across the great expanse of
the library at high speed, knocking them around with its flailing wings and
searing slipstream. Occasionally it would hover in the air and summon down a
great rain of fire around it, blasting them with meteorites. Dangerous though
it was, this was their best chance to hurt it; they aimed for the fiery core
with their ranged attacks while the beast recovered from its casting. After
damaging it for a short time, it became angry and swept them all away from one
another with a great blow of its wings. At this point, every one of them had to
fight as if they were alone until their combined efforts injured the monster,
sending it reeling away and allowing them to reunite.
The fight was long and arduous, but although
the Unholy Wings had the advantage of size and mobility, it couldn’t overcome
the teamwork of the four friends. With Seles and Clara pummeling the creation
at every opportunity and Niay and Pyre keeping everybody in good shape, the
Unholy Wings was chipped slowly and decisively to its doom. Keening horribly, it
vanished in a fiery explosion and dropped its core: a thin, bladed ring: a
chakram. Clara, of all people, picked it up and gave it a few practice throws;
deciding she liked it, she pocketed the weapon.
But how were they to free the trapped Rogalian? On a hunch, Seles took the Garnet Wreath
from Clara and held it up to the frozen fire spirit. Gathering power from the
proximity of its creator, the Wreath flared with magic heat and melted the ice
in a twinkling, freeing the spirit from his prison.
Startling blue eyes amidst golden skin and
flowing crimson hair; such was Rogalian, spirit of fire. With his awakening,
the sweltering heat of the palace suddenly died down to a refreshing coolness,
and outside, the glow of flames from the burning wood vanished like a blown-out
candle.
Rogalian was indeed very weak, as Faience
had feared. He had been attacked—he knew not by what—and, like the Sepia Palace ,
the Crimson Palace ’s defense mechanisms had been
triggered to protect him. Whoever or whatever his assailant had been, it had
been powerful enough to strike him down before he had even sensed it coming; frozen him solid—him, the spirit of fire!—and then made it out through the Crimson Palace ’s defenses. Was this strange
antagonist targeting all of the elemental spirits of the world? But why? And
how could anyone have enough power to do such a thing?
It was Pyre who dragged them back from their
speculation to the situation at hand. Once he understood their need to
penetrate Mount Hellena Bas-Crysalli, Rogalian gladly lent them his powers. He
would like to meet this Acheron, he said, a hard look in his blue eyes.
Again, Pyre obtained the ability to cover
her weapons with an element—fire this time, of course—and the technique for a
new finishing move: the Muspelheim Blow. Clara received the power to smite and
destroy using fire; Niay, the ability to strengthen and protect.
For
Seles, Rogalian poured his power into the Garnet Wreath, returning it to full
strength once more. Like the Opal Scroll, Seles could now use the Wreath either
to return to the Crimson
Palace no matter where he
was or to call Rogalian to his side, although like Faience, Rogalian warned him
that he was likely to be weak for quite some time. Even recharging the Wreath
had been a difficult task for him.
With his powers granted, Rogalian turned his
attention to the black mark on Seles’ chest. Faience’s fears had been correct;
Rogalian could do no more about it than she had. He was rather more interested
in Seles’ birthmark, however. There was power in it, he said, although he
wasn’t sure what kind of power it was. Even if he had been at the height of his
power, he admitted, Faience was by far the more experienced when it came to
magical healing.
When Clara mentioned Fu, however, Rogalian
had useful information. He knew Fu well; in fact, Fu made his home in the Ringcon Caves
beneath the Crimson
Palace . The spirit told
them to look for the cave with the three entrances, which was where the
entrance to Fu’s workshop was. With the aura of two elemental artifacts around
them, Fu’s curiosity was sure to be piqued and he would certainly grant them
entrance. As a parting gift, Rogalian gave them a tuft of Kitsune Fur that he
had used in the creation of the Unholy Wings; Fu would make good use of it, he
said.
The Magic Carpet flew them out to the front
of the Crimson Palace, where they found the formerly burning wood had, with the
extinguishing of the flames intended to guard the palace, been reduced to a
plain of ash. Seles was sad that the forest—part of the Palace’s defenses—had
been destroyed in this way, but Niay pointed out that the forest would likely
grow back even better than before with the regeneration of the soil.
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