>>5935898>“Don’t worry about them. They’re here to help us out. Has everyone been gathered?”“We’re all present and accounted for.” Clay says, joining in. You notice that he’s dragging along a few newly acquired items in hand. He’d taken the sword and shield relics that Felix had been using. In addition, he’d also stopped along the way to grab Bennett’s bow, as well as his tome. “We can grab the others later, but I found no sense in leaving those that we could still use behind. I may not be a bearer of the Crest of Fraldarius, but I should still be able to make use of this sword, albeit at a more limited capacity. Scratch as well can make limited use of the Aegis Shield with her Crest. And as for these…” He gestures towards the bow and tome. “Why don’t you take them?”
>“Are you mad? Ashe and I don’t have Crests. Those relics will-”“They aren’t relics.” Clay shakes his head. “But they’re close. The church calls them Sacred Weapons. They were forged by Saint Indech and Maculi themselves and meant to correspond with the Crests of their comrades. Unlike Heroes’ Relics though, these weapons were not forged from the bones of Nabateans. You won’t be subjected to their curse if you use these. Again, you won’t be able to draw out their full power like Bennett did, but they’re still incredibly strong.”
>Obtained Wind Caller’s Genesis! (+14 DMG, + 2 MAG/RES, Restores 5% HP every turn, allows an extra charge of Forseti.)Ashe accepts the bow cautiously, though relief seems to spread across his face once he holds the weapon in hand and draws the string back. “Thank you, Clay. I’ll be sure to make every shot with this count.”
A large explosion from the front of the tower diverts your attention. The Blackwings have detonated the blasting powder that had been dropped in front of the large door. In a large puff of smoke and rubble, the door has been blasted off, granting you and the others access to enter. Almost immediately following the detonation, you were able to sense something incredibly powerful from within. It was the same sort of feeling you’d had when you fought the likes of Diogenes and Odesse. This was the oppressive aura of a powerful spellcaster. Anacharsis was waiting for you inside, and he was not bothering to mask his presence.
“Blair.” Anemone springs back to her feet. She no longer sports the wound she’d suffered from Bennett and looks as good as ever thanks to the work of your clerics. “Are you ready? We can’t have much time left.”
You nod. As you prepare to give the order to charge inside, a shadow from above stops you in your tracks. The screaming and wailing from the pilgrims suddenly grows far more intense. Fear joins their already potent despair and anguish, and they break into a panicked frenzy.”
“D-Demonic Beasts?!” Elizabeth cries out. “Dozens of them!”
