>>6154932Power to stand against Xenophanes? This poor sap sounded like it hadn’t kept up with current events inside its stupid orb. It seemed to believe the Sorcerer King still walked among the living. You had to admit, this seemed like the most obvious trap in the world. Just a minute ago it had been ranting about feasting on your soul and overusing the word power. Now it was offering you something that evidently did not avail it against the Sorcerer King? That seemed too good to be true. And yet…in its current state the Djinn was weakened. Surely it was no longer a threat to you. If you sensed duplicity from it, you’d just cleave it away and be done with the mess.
>“Very well, spirit. Swear yourself to the future King of Morfis, Tristain d’Rusalka, and I shall let you live!”“What?!” May exclaims, shocked. The girl looks as though she’s seen a ghost upon hearing your unexpected declaration.
“Uhh…is that a good idea?” Cuthbert questions, still struggling to pull himself free from the sand. The rest of the party remains stuck. Each of them share the same look of dread as they internally question your judgment. But even if they wanted to act against your wishes, the grasping sands would not allow them to.
“YOU ARE WISE BEYOND YOUR YEARS! PRAY, ALLOW ME TO GATHER MORE OF MY STRENGTH, AND I SHALL DELIVER UNTO YOU UNTOLD RICHES AND POWER!”
>“Hurry up, I’m waiting.” You say, tapping your foot expectantly.>Djinn: +2 Stats (24 STR, 24 MAG, 24 SPD, 24 DEF, 24 RES. +2 Weapon ATK)>New Spell: (Gleam: +12 ATK, Targets RES, Ranged)The sand that is directly under the corpse May stood on begins to shift, quickly gravitating her towards the direction of the Djinn. The thief girl can only let out a shriek before the Djinn grabs her in one of its hands, holding her outstretched as if he’d just claimed himself a new toy. Before you can react, twin beams of light shoot out from his eyes, piercing your armor.
>Djinn: 24 MAG + 12 (Gleam) - 15 RES = 21 DMG>(Resolve Activated, +7 STR, SPD, DEF)>Tristain: 13/54 HP The twin lasers shoot through your chest, causing you to spit up blood and stagger back. Managing to stand upright, you grit your teeth and prepare to swing your axe to destroy the Djinn, when it suddenly thrusts the captured May in your face. It becomes apparent that he intends to use the thief as a human shield to ward off any potential attacks. His speed has increased, and he jostles May left and right as you reposition your axe, looking for an opening.
“HUMAN GREED NEVER CEASES TO AMUSE ME! AND THE CHAINS THAT BIND YOU FLESHLINGS TOGETHER ARE JUST AS LAUGHABLE!”
>“Tch…That’s a pretty cheap trick for a god!” 