Before the separation, before Jonathan or the island ever existed, there was a time when man and myth fought alongside each other in a battle that would decide the fate of the world. This massive battle took place in a land of ice and snow, where your tears could freeze in seconds. Despite The Order of Light having a near million soldiers, they were still outnumbered by the enemy.

A woman with blond short hair stood amidst the chaos with half her face drenched in blood. Dead bodies from man to myth littered the battlefield and were treated as nothing more than a mere nuisance as they battled the creature of horror from small to big and varied in different forms.

Jeanne glanced at the sky with panting breaths, flaming boulders from the catapults covered the sky with a dark cloud. The wound in her stomach ached, but it was nothing she could handle as she healed herself with a golden light.

“Saint Jeanne!” A soldier called out to her.

She turned to find a big centipede made from flesh and limbs, held down by a thousand chains and binding spells. The soldiers and the sorcerers waited for her to deliver the final blow. Jeanne didn’t hesitate, she ran and launched into the sky with her six golden wings. After gaining enough momentum, she brought down her sword of light and severed the creature’s head from its body. Her men cheered before moving to the next creature.

“Jeanne!” This time, a familiar banshee called out to her.

She turned with a smile at the incoming woman, her pale but slightly olive skin and curly black hair and along with her big blue eyes was a sight she needed to see. After arriving, Diana took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off her face. Her worry about Jeanne was clear as day.

“Lady Jeanne, our numbers are diminishing while the enemy’s number is increasing, we can’t keep this up any longer.”

A fleshy flying demon with talons came down on them, Diana stood between Jeanne and the demon. After taking a full breath, she let out a thunderous scream that tore the creature’s flesh from the bones. A spray of inky blood scattered into the sky like a mist.

The translucent golden being in front of her occupied Jeanne’s attention. He did not speak or interfere, and only Jeanne was aware of his existence. He raised his finger and pointed at the large doorway made from skeletons. It stood in the middle of the battlefield and horrid creatures poured constantly out from it. No one could see where it led, and no one would dare to enter.

However, the golden being isn’t pointing at the doorway but at the fat, large demon that sat on the throne in front of it. His rotten flesh gave off a stench that resembled a rotting corpse. With the horrid mouth on his belly, he swallowed the dead soldiers with one bite. A crown made from pointed rock and held together with rusted iron rested on his forehead. It symbolizes his rule over the other demons.

Jeanne charged toward the demon despite the sea of battle that separated them. Her sword of light cut down any opponent that appeared before her. She stopped when a demon that resembled a centipede burst out of the ice with a squad of undines hanging onto its carapace.

One of the undines couldn’t hold on and was flung off, then landed in front of the demon. “Private Zey!” Her comrades shouted her names. The demon centipede opened its mandibles and dove straight toward the undine.

Jeanne carried her away in the nick of time, while at the same time cut the mandible off the demon centipede. The undine squad buried the tip of their trident in the gap between the carapaces, then with their combined strength tore the centipede in half. It was a true spectacle to see how much strength the undines can generate if they work together.

The banshee caught up to the woman. “Lady Jeanne, how many times do I need to tell you, stop charging into battle all by yourself.”

Jeanne kept her smile for the undine as she lowered her gently. Private Zey blushed at the sight of Lady Jeanne. She called upon her trident, and it came into her hands. The undines squad gathered around them with a grin.

“Are you seeing this? Private Zey is blushing,” her friend teased.

“No, I’m not!” Zey scolded.

“It looks like someone has a crush on the Saint.”

“Seriously, stop it. You’re embarrassing us.” Zey protested.

Even though Jeanne enjoyed the pleasantries, her focus remained on the demon. She knew what must be done to stop it. Time was a commodity she couldn’t afford, so once again she charged forward. Diana shook her head and went after her along with the group of undines.

It was a valiant effort, but not without a price. The moment they step closer to the demon, one of the undines went crazy and attacked her fellow soldiers. It was a bloodbath, Private Zey tried to pry her friend off her other friend.

“Let greed consume you,” roared the demon.

The demon screamed when Jeanne severed his arm. He swung his other arm against Jeanne and sent her flying into an ice shard. She broke the ice upon impact, then she buried her sword into the frozen ground to stop herself.

“You damn puppet.” The demon took his severed arm and swallowed it whole, then regrew his arm back. “You still don’t understand. You can’t kill me. You can’t stop me.”

Jeanne left her sword, then she called upon her spear. It flew across the skies and into her hand.

Ciara barged into the room with wet eyes. Jonathan, Zey, and Victoria turned to Ciara with raised eyebrows. Out of nowhere, she leaped into Jonathan’s chest and wrapped her arms around me. Jonathan winced at the sudden hug, but he didn’t push her away.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry. All of it was my fault.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying, but I doubt what happened to me was your fault.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

Jonathan put on a smile and patted her back. Before Jonathan could say anything, Ms. Nicollette walked into the room and raised her eyebrows at the crowd. “Oh my, am I interrupting anything?”

“Ms. Nicol, what are you doing here?”

“I heard you got hurt, so I came to visit you.”

He looked at the professor with a bright smile. “The answer to your assignment is hope. Those children in the orphanage saw it more than what it was, and I saw it through their eyes.”

Suddenly, Ms. Nicol started laughing. Jonathan worried that his answer was wrong. When the professor calmed herself, she wiped away the tears of joy, then suddenly leaped into him. She embraced Jonathan beside Ciara. “The answer was correct. You truly are my prodigy.”

Melody and Olivia walked into the room and became surprised at the commotions. In their hand was a basket of fruits and ointment. They placed it next to Victoria’s gift basket.

“Two girls embracing you? I didn’t realize you’re such a player, Jonathan,” teased Melody.

“I want to thank you for saving Jenny. She was super-duper thankful and has been working on that homemade gift. She also thinks you’re so cool, and I think you might have a fan.”

“A fan, me? Hehehe, it’s an honor.”

“Is that how you showed your thanks, praises, and a promise of a homemade gift?”

“Actually, I would love a homemade gift. It feels sincerer than a store-bought gift, but to be honest, I never had someone give me a gift before. So, I don’t really know which one is better.”

The atmosphere in the room became heavy after Jonathan’s statement. He realized the change of look they gave at him. He never intended to let a part of himself slip out, but with all of them gathered here and showing their genuine care for him had caught him off guard. He couldn’t understand why it upset him, and he doesn't know if he liked it or not.

“Uhm…” Before Jonathan could change the mood, Melody walked to Jonathan and laid a kiss on his cheek. He immediately blushed at the gesture and shot a confused stare at the succubus.

Ciara’s jaw slightly dropped while the rest raised their eyebrows at Jonathan and Melody.

“There. A kiss from a maiden. A suitable gift for a hero.” Melody smiled.

“Muah,” Nicol laid another big kiss on Jonathan’s cheek.

Everyone gasped at the second kiss. Jonathan’s brain was about to explode from excitement alone or at least that was what it felt like. However, his nose suddenly bleeds out. In a way, his resistance to succubus had gotten stronger than before, instead of fainting, his nose bled out and his brain ached.

“Wow, you didn’t faint,” muttered Nicol. Everyone was surprised by Jonathan’s will. They actually clapped for him.

Jonathan didn’t know whether to be offended by the claps. He was pretty sure they thought of him as someone who has a weak will to the succubus. Well, they weren’t wrong. Who could blame him? The succubus was one of the seductive beings he ever saw.

Afterward, they enjoyed each other's company for a while before they all needed to leave the room and gave Jonathan some time to rest. Something stirred in his heart again, he still couldn’t understand what it was. He never felt such feelings before. He did, however, miss Bor and Eri, and he worried about her.

Bor kept his hand entwined with Eri’s hand. He realized the sun had begun to set through the window of the room. Still, he wasn’t going to leave her younger sister’s side. He now knows that she needs him after she showed him the fearful struggles she had while she was asleep. He doesn’t know why or how it happened, but he wishes that he knew, so he could help her.

Eri moaned as her eyelids fluttered before opening. “W-Where am I?”

Bor almost jumped out from his seat at the sound of her voice, but he chose to keep his calm. He remained seated and moved his other hand to wrap around Eri’s palm. “You’re in the infirmary.”

“I am?”

“Yes, you are.”

“Do you recall anything?”

“I… Jonathan… The child. I-I-...” Eri’s tears started to pour out. “Oh no, did I?”

“No. No. No. You didn’t. The child is okay.”

A wave of relief washed over her, then she finally remembered what happened. “Jonathan!”

“He’s fine. He’s in the other room. He is already starting to recover. The Commander told me that he seems particularly unbothered by the whole ordeal.”

“The Oath. It’s broken... I broke it.”

“Yeah… but it wasn’t your fault. I wasn’t there to help you. I tried to get stronger for him and I failed, again. Just like the tournament. It’s my fault. Blame me.”

Eri narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you talking about? I hurt him with my hands, why are you saying it was your fault? Why do you keep doing that?!” Eri became angry.

“Do what?” Bor asked with raised eyebrows.

“You keep on taking everything, the shame and the pain, and place it on yourself.”

“Because it was my fault. She got hurt because I wasn’t strong enough. He got hurt because I wasn’t… strong enough. I’m weak, Eri. Ever since I was a child, I understood that I was weaker than the others. When we were young, you often looked up to me like I was some kind of hero, and I tried to play the act, but deep down I know that I wasn’t who you thought I was. I failed you. I fail everyone. That’s why you hate me.” Bor’s shoulders slumped while his grip loosened around his younger sister’s hand.

Eri tightened her grip which surprised Bor. “I didn’t hate you because you were weak. I hate you because you didn’t come back.”

“But how could I come back when I showed you how pathetic I was?”

“I don’t care how strong you are. I have always known you weren’t. Remember those bullies? They teased me until I cried, but you came and stopped them. You thought I ran away before you got into a fight, but I didn’t. I watched from afar with fears as they beat you. I couldn’t do anything. I was so afraid of getting hurt. But the more I watched, the more I realized you never gave up. You took all those beating and kept on standing. I always admired that about you, but when you lost the tournament, you immediately gave up and didn’t even bother to come back. Still, I waited for you.”

“You waited for me?”

“Of course, but you never came back, so I thought if you didn’t want to, I would go to you. That’s why I attend this academy. To see you. But when I found out about the oath. I got angry. You’re an idiot for taking that oath! Now you can’t come back forever. I hate it. I hate you.” She whipped Bor’s hand off hers.

To know the real truth of her younger sister’s hate for him was heartbreaking. It wasn’t what he thought it was. The truth was he left her, and she felt abandoned.

“Eri… I--”

“Get out.” His younger sister rolled to face away from him.

“Eri…”

“I said get out.” She felt her hands trembled, but not out of anger, it was out of fear. Something had happened to her after she turned. She felt the darkness crept around her heart. It was the same force that took control of her. She doesn’t know whether she will lose control or not, but one thing she doesn’t want is to hurt anyone else.

Bor lowered his chin. He has no choice, but to follow her younger sister’s request or risk her wrath again. He left the room and closed the door behind her, leaving Eri all by herself. Uncertain and afraid.

Jonathan found himself sitting on the floor beside the bed while stacks of papers and books surrounded him. He studied the report to find any clue to his investigation, then he turned to his torn clothes in the box. The physician had to cut it apart, so they could operate on him without worsening the injury. Jonathan didn’t blame them for doing their job, but the clothes are unusable for him.

He pulled the box closer, then rummaged through the pockets. As expected, the coin was missing. Jonathan raised his eyebrows when he slid his hand into the empty pocket. There was something else missing. It was the ring he found.

Everything finally came together inside Jonathan’s head. For now, he needs a plan.

His attention wandered to the book of Sigils. It was given to him by Ms. Nicol before she left. Suddenly, a glowing golden hand was placed upon it. Jonathan raised his sight to meet the golden woman. She met his sight with her soft meaningful gaze.

“You want me to open this book?” Jonathan asked.

The golden woman said nothing and remained expressionless, she only removed her hand.

Jonathan flipped the cover open. Nothing changed in her face. He flipped each page. Pages after pages, he finally stopped when the golden woman placed her hand against the paper.

“Is this it?”

She removed her hand. Jonathan looked down to find a Transference Sigil. It was unlike the Sigil he learned, this was more complicated. Circles entwined with each other and the sun and moon symbols merged in the center. Two Latin words needed to be placed above and bottom of the Sigil: Principium and Terminus.

The true use for this sigil is teleportation, but if the golden woman wished Jonathan to learn it, then it must have other uses, or perhaps he needs to teleport something. However, Jonathan will need ten other sorcerers to activate this Sigil because it requires a tremendous amount of spiritual energy. Jonathan shrugged and continued to study the Sigil.

Jonathan heard the door open, but he paid no mind to it.

An oversized teddy bear walked in. Jonathan had to do a double-take when he noticed it. He quickly reached for his knife but stopped when he heard a familiar voice.

“Sorry to bother you this late,” said Lucy as she waved her arm

“You’re not bothering anyone, but what with the teddy suit?” Jonathan moved his hand away from the knife.

“I thought… Actually, I want to thank you for saving Jenny. Melody was right, you deserved more.”

“And why the teddy suit again?”

“Because it’s cute.” Lucy sat across from me.

“Okay. It still doesn't make sense to me, you know that, right?”

“You have too little imagination, Jonathan. The surprise isn’t the teddy suit, but what’s in it, can you guess what?”

Jonathan widened his eyes and gulped. “Wait, are you….”

“I don’t know, am I?” Melody let out a sly grin underneath the mask.

“If that is true then I don’t think my heart can take it.”

“Let’s play a game, Jonathan. A simple game of questions. I’ll ask you a question, and you’ll answer it, then you can ask me a question, and I’ll answer it.”

“If we play this game, what will prevent us from lying?”

“I won’t lie, you have my word. And I know you won’t lie because it won’t be fun that way.” A mischievous smile grew on her face underneath the mask.

“Your word? It does sound tempting. Ask away.”

“Where were you born?”

“Haven Town, Alaska. What about you?”

“Paradisum City, a city hidden underneath another city. Are you really a Nephilim?”

“Nope.”

“I thought so too. There’s always something off about you.”

“From what I notice, you have talents, but you don’t seem that interested in sorcery, why?”

“... Talent isn’t everything, talent is a false promise, and it doesn’t define who I am. I despise those who see nothing more than my talents. Someone should be judged by their hard work, not their talent like Melody. She doesn’t have talent, but she works harder than anyone else to achieve her power. Yet, no one sees her potential.”

“I see. So, your true passion lies in those cursed children because you see their potential.”

“You’re correct. I hate people calling them the cursed children.” She let out a sigh. “You are oddly observant for a human. Tell me, why did you come here?”

“It wasn’t by choice, but I can promise you one thing, I have no ill intention against anyone here.” Jonathan leaned back against the bed. “I guess it’s my turn to ask. Is the ring with you?”

The room fell to silence. Lucy’s smile dropped flat and Jonathan sensed the shifting tension in her body. “They don’t hire you to be an inquisitor if you can’t do the job. Yes, I have it. I’m wearing it right now. How did you figure it out?”

“Only Eri and you knew I had the ring. It’s either one of you, but I won’t suspect Eri because she wasn’t a Nephilim, and I have faith in her. So, after a process of simple elimination, you became my answer. It was you who snatched it when you stabbed me in that sewer... How’s your shoulder?”

Lucy let out a laugh. “My shoulder is fine. Thank you for asking.”

“That’s good to hear.” Jonathan smiled. “So tell me, how did you control the body? I thought necromancy was lost.”

“Necromancy? Haha. Even with my talents, I can’t learn something that has been lost for centuries. The answer is more simple as that; Metalmorph. It flowed throughout his body, and with my precise control, I could make him walk.”

“Why the embassy?”

“Oh, that’s not how the game works, you already asked two questions. You owe me two answers, but I don’t have any more questions for you. So, how about this? I’ll give you a freebie. I did it because he told me to do it.”

“Who told you to do it?”

“I’m sorry that as far as I can tell you. Well, I think our little game has gone long enough.”

Jonathan sighed. “Too bad that our game had to come to an end.”

“It’s a shame really, we just got to know each other.”

Lucy lunged at Jonathan. She pushed Jonathan’s hand away from the knife while her other hand gripped his throat. Lucy avoided the swinging stump, but Jonathan managed to slide his leg out under her and kicked her away. It was a momentary pause, Lucy lunged again. She lifted Jonathan by the throat.

Jonathan smacked the teddy mask off her, and to his surprise, Lucy was crying. The restriction around his neck blurred his sight and blocked his airway. He was losing, and he knows he can’t do anything about it, not with a single arm.

Finally, Jonathan’s body became limp, and he drifted into the darkness.

The next day, Ciara waited at the sky dock, a level below the city. The sky dock is the main entrance to the city. It was designed to hold ten airships.

The airship was unlike a normal airplane. It was made to look like a galleon, but with a smooth protective hood on it along with two turbine engines at each side. The system of Sigils inscribed on the body created a veil to conceal and made the ship lighter. It’s not faster than a normal airplane, but it’s quieter. And there are only a few of them that’s been made.

People scattered around the dock, working and chatting as usual. Many of the resources went through this dock, so most of the city guards were stationed here to keep an eye for trouble

Ciara spotted the group that’s been harassing, one of them waved at her to come. Her grips tightened -- she needs to do this for Jonathan. After she hardened her heart, she followed the three of them further into the heart of the city.

They arrived at a circular corridor with metal bulkheads circling another room. Each vault door was guarded by an Undine.

“I need you to get in and open the drain seal. That’s all.” The Nephilim pointed at the door.

“How?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. I know your kind can shape-shift.”

“Even if I can shape-shift, what will I do if they ask for a password or something?”

“We got that cover. The password is: Unshaken by the promise of death, seeking only the future that lay past it.”

Ciara morphed her entire body to look like The Headmistress Victoria. She hardened her resolve and walked up to the vault door. The guard stiffened his posture in the presence of the Headmistress. He saluted, then stared at her with an intense gaze.

The fidgeting changeling relaxed and stared back with narrowed eyes. “Unshaken by the promise of death, seeking only the future that lay past it.”

A moment of silence befalls them, Ciara thought she had made a mistake, but when the undine turned, she let out an internal sigh of relief. The guard waved his hand over the orb attached to the vault door and caused it to open by itself. Ciara walked in and the same door behind her started to close.

She had only heard about the massive crystal that powers the island, but to see it with her eyes was breathtaking and intimidating. The crystal was unlike the others she had encountered, magic crystal was usually in the color of blue, but this massive crystal was bright red. Almost eerie to look at.

Now was not the time for sightseeing, Ciara searched the drain seal. She found it near the ‘Do Not Cross’ line. There was a control orb near the seal, Ciara hovered her hand above it. The seal opened and revealed two figures waiting underneath, a Nephilim and a dwarf.

The Nephilim had midnight hair that was tied into a ponytail. He wore a breastplate and carried a short sword on his hip. When he looked at Ciara, she felt a chill run down her back.

The dwarf on the other hand was like night and day compared to the Nephilim. The red-haired dwarf was fidgety and restless, but nevertheless, he put up a nervous smile when he noticed the changeling above him.

Chained to the wall, Jonathan awoke with a quick breath in. The dim-lit and damp corridor around Jonathan reminded him of the sewer. A shake of his limbs caused the chains to rattle. He sighed, this kind of situation had begun to grow on him. Yet, he still feels uncomfortable being chained up.

An unconscious and bound woman caught Jonathan’s attention. Black, wavy hair that reaches her waist while her rugged hands showed she was used to heavy labor. He doesn't recognize her, but he has some theory of whom she might be.

“Oh, you’re awake,” said Lucy, squatted right next to me.

“Are we in the sewer?”

“You guessed it.”

“Is that who I think it is?” Jonathan’s gaze drifted to the bound woman.

“Yes, the woman who stole Anthony from me.” Though her word meant hostility, Jonathan couldn’t sense it, but he did recognize a tinge of sadness in her words.

“I think you owe me at least an explanation since I’m your captive.”

“That is reasonable, but I’m surprised that you could remain calm given your situation.”

“Well, I will admit I’ve been in a much worse situation, but I’m not calm at all. I don’t know why I’m telling you, but this cuff you put on me along with where we are right now is more than uncomfortable. It dug up certain unpleasant emotions.” Jonathan tightened his fist to soothe his trembling fist. “We aren't here to talk about me. I want to know why you are doing this.”

“I just… I don't want to lose him. You could never understand how much he meant to me. My talents and family’s name are nothing more than a damn curse. To my father, I’m nothing more than a tool, a bargaining chip, a pawn. Not just him, everyone back home, even here, people only saw those things in me. Their smiles and concern for my well-being are nothing more than window dressing.”

“Anthony saw you differently, didn't he?”

“He did. He saw me for who I am, and before I knew it, I was enamored by him. Do you want to know something neat? I can tell when someone truly looks at me, the true me, not just an object or a tool to be used in a pitiful scheme. That’s why I couldn’t bear him leaving me. I wanted him for myself.” Lucy’s frustration grew when her sight landed on the bound woman. “Why her? What makes her so special?! I’m far more beautiful, I have wealth, I’m clever, I could have given him everything.”

“It’s just like you said. Those things aren’t what he valued.”

“You’re right… Anthony isn’t that kind of man. I betrayed him. I betrayed his faith the moment I turned into this monster.”

“You are not a monster.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because you took his life out of love. Feelings drive Humans to kill, but Monsters, they kill without one. They did it because they can.” Jonathan stared back at her with cold and unnerving eyes.

For a quick second, Lucy had forgotten Jonathan was chained, and she felt fear like none other. As if certain death was staring at her. “A-Are you saying---”

In one fell move, Jonathan had wrapped himself around Lucy with his arm around her neck while his legs kept her arms in place. The woman didn't see it coming, didn't even realize he had broken free of his bond, but how? Her question was immediately answered when she saw the few dislocated fingers and torn skin around his wrist. Jonathan had forced his hand out of the cuff with a considerable amount of pain and didn’t even flinch.

“It doesn’t matter.” Lucy’s body relaxed against Jonathan’s restraint. “There’s no stopping it now.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“He said if I did what he asked of me, I could have Anthony to myself forever and ever.”

“Who told you that?”

“The five coins have been placed… you can’t stop it. We are releasing him.” Lucy smiled. “Do it. Kill me. I want to be with Anthony.”

Jonathan looked at her and realized she wanted it. Suddenly, the sewer shook violently. The shallow water splashed around. “What’s happening?” However, Lucy was unwilling to answer. Jonathan tightened his arm around her throat, she was already in a state of unconsciousness, but suddenly, Jonathan loosened. He could have gone further to end it -- yet, he stopped.

The shaking continued. Jonathan searched for the key for the cuffs and unlocked the woman and his legs restraints. When the other woman finally awakens, Jonathan along with Lucy on his shoulder makes way to the exit.

It took them a while to find the exit, but when they did, the surface was in chaos. Especially the sky dock, the airships swayed to the right and ran against the piers. Despite disarray, Jonathan managed to find a guard and told him to secure Lucy in a cell.

The woman I rescued was thanking Jonathan for saving her, but he couldn’t focus on anything she said because he was fixated on the golden woman in the sewer’s entrance. She pointed into the sewer as if she was gesturing for Jonathan to go there. If she wanted Jonathan to go there, then there must be a good reason for it. He dashed forward into the sewer.

It was dark, damp, and eerie, but for each corner, the golden woman stood there and waited for him with a finger prompting his next path. All Jonathan needed to do was focus on her at the end of the corridor until he found himself among dead goblins. Bodies and blood decorated the floor and wall.

At the end of his destination, the golden woman pointed upward at an opening. Jonathan could guess whoever did this went up there. The corridor shook once more and caused him to stumble against the wall.

Jonathan threw himself onto the ladder and began climbing up. When he surfaced from the hole, he noticed three figures along with a massive crystal in the middle of the room. A Nephilim tying Ciara’s hands together while a dwarf supervising a contraption that projected many holographic complex Sigils at the crystal.

“Ten minutes,” said the dwarf as he read the readings on his contraption.

“Make it five. We don’t have much time before the undine’s force break-in.” The Nephilim turned to the dented vault door. Despite its thickness, it could still be deformed against an undine force.

Jonathan tried to come up with a plan. His options were limited. He got no armor or even a proper attire, Lucy had taken him while he was still in his hospital gown. He doesn’t even have a weapon. There’s no way he could do this, Jonathan dropped back down to the sewer and looked back at the corridor.

There’s no way he's going to take that risk. It’s just not in his nature. Then, why are his legs frozen underneath him? Why is his hand balled into a fist? Why does he grit his teeth right now? What is this frustration, anger, and unwillingness to leave inside him?

“Ciara… everyone,” He whispered to nothing.

Those Sigils he saw earlier was none other than a Transference Sigil, albeit, a more complicated version, but the fundamentals were there. If his theory is correct, they are transferring the spiritual energy out of the crystal to somewhere. He doesn’t know where, but he does know if that crystal loses its power, then this whole island will start falling out of the sky.

After closing his eyes and relaxing his shoulders, a wave of calmness flowed into him. He knows what to do now.

Jonathan took off his shirt and tied it into a pouch bag. His eyes darted to the small rubble. He will need some kind of ink to draw on the small stones. The blood from the goblins was a good option.

After all the preparation was done, he climbed back up and took a peek. Those two were still occupied by the contraption. He jumped out and threw the first rock behind him. With a snap of his fingers, a force of air exploded from the rock and threw Jonathan toward Ciara.

He wrapped his arm around Ciara and threw another rock at his side. A massive gust of air exploded beside them and sent them across the room toward a column. The same breeze confused the Nephilim, but not the dwarf. The short stature man is still tweaking with his contraption.

“I can’t do my work if they start bothering me,” complained the dwarf.

“Shut it. I do my job. You do yours,” said the Nephilim as he cracked knuckles. He extended his hands as if he was in the empty air, then slowly a swirling ball of darkness appeared between his hands. The ball of darkness launched toward Jonathan and Ciara, creating a dome of total darkness, the same Lucy used on Jonathan.

Hidden behind a column, Jonathan and Ciara were enveloped by the darkness. His heart pounded violently while his hand trembled. He couldn’t see or hear. The enemy could come at any moment now and kill them both without even realizing it. He couldn’t escape or risk running into the enemy, who knows what kind of power he got.

The Nephilim slid out his sword while raising his other hand with a fireball hovered above his palm. He was ready to strike at any moment as he approached the dome.

Jonathan felt a hand on his arm, he was about to strike, but realized how soft and gentle it was. It belonged to Ciara. She was calming him down with her touch. Suddenly, he felt a pair of lips against his own. The kiss had totally calmed him down. This darkness around him was nothing more than the air itself. As he embraced the moment more, his power suddenly flowed into Ciara.

She broke away from the kiss. This new form of power inside her was astonishing, the rawness was overwhelming, but she could grasp it. For the entirety of her life, she had been powerless. She failed to protect what was important to her, only worsening it. Now Jonathan had saved her once more because of her mistake. Those two people she helped were going to destroy this place. And it was her fault.

Ciara won’t let it happen. This place was supposed to be where she belongs. There are people here that care for her even though she was a stranger, just like Jonathan. She whistled as loud as she could. Though no mortals could hear it because it was never meant for them. Offering her newfound spiritual energy, she called upon the aid of the spirits.

The Nephilim drew closer, then something amiss. He jumped away when a giant bear made from green spiritual energy lunged out from the dome of darkness. He flung his fireball at it to slow it down but felt his power draining fast. He had to cancel his dome of darkness, so he could draw more spiritual energy to attack the bear.

When darkness dissipated, Jonathan noticed Ciara frozen with her eyes glowed green and unblinking.

“I’m controlling the bear, but I don’t know for how long. I don’t think I can take him down. You need to stop them, Jonathan.”

Jonathan rested Ciara against the column. “Keep him busy while I deal with the dwarf.”

“Thank you for saving me again.”

“It’s becoming a habit. Not that I mind.” Jonathan placed a kiss on her cheek and rushed out.

Ciara’s face flushed at the kiss.

Jonathan came out with a smile, he dashed toward the dwarf with rocks in his hands. Before he could get close, a fireball flew in front of him and stopped him. Then another fireball flew, this time he had to back away. The Nephilim were skilled enough to keep both the bear and Jonathan back.

Despite being occupied with dodging the fireball, Jonathan managed to one close enough to the dwarf. He snapped his finger and the rock exploded with fire. He was surprised to find the dwarf was still fine. A dome of invisible force field shimmer after the fire dissipated.

“Lothorn, help me! I can’t focus,” shouted the dwarf.

Jonathan threw another rock, and again it did what it was supposed to do. Still no damage. Jonathan barely missed a fireball. The Nephilim was leading the bear closer to Jonathan. There’s no way to ignore him now.

With the last two rocks Jonathan has, he coordinated his attack with the bear. Despite two against one, the Nephilim was more capable of dodging and keeping his opponents occupied.

Jonathan avoided the fireballs when he got close enough. The Nephilim forced him back with his blade. With two rocks left, he threw one straight toward the Nephilim. The blade immediately shattered the rock before it could activate. Another rock was already at his feet, Jonathan had slipped it down without him even noticing it.

A snap of Jonathan’s fingers activated the rock, then three stone spikes jutted out toward the Nephilim. One of them barely missed his face and left a cut behind. The second one missed his arm, but the last one didn’t, it drove straight into his right bicep.

Blood trickled from the Nephilim’s wounded arm. He took a couple of steps back. The bear dashed forward to deliver the final blow when suddenly a spear made from darkness pierced its chest. It didn’t stop there. Spikes protruded inside the bear’s body.

Ciara let out an excruciating scream behind the column. She felt the pain the spirit bear felt, and it was excruciating.

Jonathan wanted to check on Ciara, but he couldn't turn his back on the enemy. The fury on Lothorn’s face was subtle, black feathering wings had sprouted from his back while he pulled out the dark spear. With the spirit bear fell, Jonathan’s chance of defeating him was slimming down.

The golden woman appeared again in the corner of Jonathan’s sight. She looked at him with worries, then suddenly Jonathan felt longing inside his heart. A longing unlike any he had felt before, it was more of a calling. Jonathan doesn't know why, but he grabbed onto those feelings even harder.

While Jonathan was distracted, the Nephilim charged forward with his wings pushing him at tremendous speed. The spear readied to lunge into Jonathan. The attack was fast and Jonathan’s chance of avoiding it grew smaller the longer he stayed still. For whatever reason, he didn’t move. He stood there with a subtle golden glow twinkle in his eyes.

The Nephilim stopped himself when suddenly a golden spear pierced down from the ceiling above and planted in front of Jonathan’s hand. Before the Nephilim couldn’t throw his spear forward, Jonathan grabbed the handle and a powerful golden blast exploded from him. The Nephilim was thrown across the room.

His long brunette had turned into golden, so does his brown eyes while a pair of golden wings sprouted behind him. Along with a shimmering light that permeated from his body. The spear had become a banner under Jonathan’s grasp.

“The Saint and the Banner of Holy Light?” gasped the dwarf.

“Don’t lose focus.” The Nephilim shouted at the dwarf. Then he muttered to himself, “The Light is still on our side.”

Jonathan dashed toward the dwarf with his banner ready to pierce. The Nephilim covered the entire room in darkness which momentarily stopped Jonathan. However, Lothorn had underestimated Jonathan’s power.

“L'éternel lumière.” With a raise of the banner, the darkness was banished in a second.

Lothorn drove the tip of his dark spear toward Jonathan. The golden spear easily broke it apart with a single strike. Using the same momentum, Jonathan hit the back of the spear against Lothorn's stomach and sent it upward. The dark-winged man crashed into the ceiling and fell back down.

The dwarf leaped away from the contraption. Not even the dome of protection could stop the banner from going through. The contraption shattered upon impact.

“Is it done?” Lothorn winced while trying to get up.

The dwarf goes to his side and helps him stand. “It’s finished.”

Jonathan felt the slow momentum downward, the floating island began to fall. The crystal grew bright red while a dark mist permeated from it and filled the floor. A dreadful cloud saturated the air, Jonathan had to take a step back as danger lurked from the crystal. There’s something inside the crystal, and it’s coming out.

A scrawny hand of dead flesh poked out of the crystal as if the crystal itself was liquid. It contorted from left to right, trying to find something to grab. When it pokes out his other hands, a mountain of gold coins gushes out. The room was buried with the noise of clinking metal.

Jonathan suddenly fell to his knees, he felt something gripping his heart and tugged it down.

A rotten humanoid with a horrid mouth in his stomach slithered out from the crystal and slid down the pile of gold coins. A crown of pointed rocks sat on his head. The stench of a rotting corpse coming from him was enough to make someone puke. Though he looked eerie, but not terrifying because of his condition. The creature was skinny to the bone, it was as if he hadn’t eaten for a century. It could barely move a limb or correct the way he lay. Despite his condition, he looked at Jonathan with a smile that one has when seeing an old friend.

“We meet again,” said the creature with a raspy voice that sent a chill down Jonathan’s spine. “I guess your new body hasn’t gotten used to reacting to my kind.”

“Who are you?” asked Jonathan while trying to keep himself from collapsing.

“Didn’t your last reincarnation teach you anything about me? Well, interesting. My name is Mammon, and I am the Demon Lord of Greed.” He coughed terribly. “So, what do they call you in this era?”

“Jonathan Jameson.” He pulled all his strength and stood up.

“Tell me, Jonathan. Are you still a puppet just like the last of your reincarnations?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You haven’t realized it yet?” He let out a soft chuckle that ended with another laugh. “You have no allies here, Saint. Everyone has betrayed you.”

“Betray?” muttered Jonathan.

Out of nowhere, Lucy dove toward Mammon and stabbed him in his chest with a shard of glass. Her eyes were drenched in tears while a giant smile grew. “I did it.”

“Lucy?” Jonathan stepped forward and dropped to his knee, then coughed out blood.

“You haven’t gotten used to being near my kind yet Jonathan. It’s deadly because of the Seraph’s blood that flowed within you.” Mammon turned to Lucy. “As I promise your greed shall be rewarded.” A green luminescent ball escaped the creature’s stomach and into Lucy’s mouth.

The creature’s flesh began to crack, revealing fire underneath, and slowly his body turned into dust.

Lucy, on the other hand, started laughing. “Finally, he will be with me forever!” Her hands were coated in blood and Jonathan could guess where it came from. Suddenly, her hands went to her neck as if she was choking herself.

Her voice changed from female to male. “I’ve been nothing but good to you. And you repay me by killing the woman I love?!”

“Anthony, I did it for us. I love you,” this time Lucy was talking.

“I’ll kill you!” shouted Anthony from Lucy’s mouth.

When Jonathan straight returned to him, he dashed to Lucy and knocked her out with the back of his banner. She collapsed but Jonathan caught her with his arm. His banner hovered beside him after he released it. Jonathan gently lay on the ground.

Jonathan's wonder why did he interfere again? This punishment of hers was her doing, then why did he get in the way? Jonathan shook his head. There’s a floating island that he needs to stop from falling, but how?

The golden woman appeared before him, watching as usual. Then he remembered the Transference Spell. The same one the dwarf used. Jonathan needs to draw it, but it's going to take time, and he got none while the entire island is falling. He turned to the banner, somehow, there was something inside calling out to him, to use it.

Still, Jonathan needs a lot of spiritual energy. He glanced around him, there must be something there that he missed. When he returned his gaze back at the golden woman. Her eyes gave it away. It was him.

Jonathan grabbed the banner, then closed his eyes while facing the gray crystal. Breathe in, breathe out, Jonathan slammed the butt of the banner against the floor and a translucent Transference Sigil appeared beneath him. It was enlarged to two meters wide.

The golden light that blanket Jonathan brightened even more till the room was filled with it. His entire body was arched back as his spiritual energy coursed out and into the crystal, turning it golden. It felt like molten liquid running through his body. He didn’t know if he could withstand this much pain.

Ciara crawled from behind the column and was blinded by the light. “Jonathan?”

“Jonathan…” A feminine voice called out to Jonathan. It was soft to hear but was dipped in heartbreak.

He never heard that voice before, but it was familiar in some way. Then he realized who it came from when her hands grazed upon his face. It was the golden woman. Jonathan opened his eyes to see her standing in front of him with a sad smile.

“I truly love you, Jonathan. I wish that my burden wouldn’t fall on you… I have to leave, but when the time is right, I shall fight alongside you. In the meantime, you need to find my sword.”

“This is the first time I heard your voice. It’s how I imagine it would be.” Jonathan smiled, then he placed a hand against her cheek. Her skin was soft and smooth. “Why are you leaving?”

“The Sigil will kill us if I stay.”

“You have always been there for me. I don’t know if I can…”

“Forgive me, Jonathan.” She understood how much anguish she would cause. She knows him. Perhaps too well.

“It’s not your fault. I could have left this place. Save my skin. It’s not like I'm breaking my promise, I already caught the culprit. Yet, here I am trying to save it. I don’t understand why.”

“The answer is far simpler than you realized. It is also why it pains me to ask you to leave.”

Jonathan raised his eyebrows. “Why do I need to leave?”

“They will hunt you, now that Mammon has escaped. You will have no allies. They will hurt them if you stay here, but it’s not my place to tell you what you need to do.” The golden woman’s body started to dissipate from the bottom. “Whatever your choice is… I will always be on your side. Remember that.”

Her figure dispersed into the air like twinkling lights floating into the crystal. The floating island slowly stopped its descent the moment the light around Jonathan disappeared. The Sigil had worked. The Academy was saved.

Jonathan fell on his knees. The banner fell alongside him, letting out clinking noises while it changed back to a spear. A single drop of tear fell onto the floor. It has been a while… since the last time he shed a tear.

His wings burst into a thousand feathers while his golden hair and golden eyes turned back to brown. Even the light that permeated from him and the spear had disappeared.

Ciara gathered herself and made her way to Jonathan’s side. “Jonathan, are you alright?”

“What? Oh, yeah.” Jonathan smiled at Ciara. “Just a little tired, but we did it. We save the Academy.”

“You did, I barely helped.” Ciara cast her gaze at the floor.

“Do you seriously think that? The giant bear was awesome. How did you do it?”

Ciara’s face flushed bright green. “It’s nothing really. It’s the trait thing. Some nephilims can summon darkness. While some changelings can summon a spirit to help them.”

The vault door broke down and revealed an army of undines along with Commander Zey in front of them. They looked around at the wreck room, seeing an unconscious Lucy on the ground, Jonathan with a grin and Ciara with a nervous frown. The Nephilim and the dwarf had escaped during the chaos.

Commander Zey turned his gaze at the golden crystal, then she smiled slightly. “Get that Nephilim girl in restraint and send her to the infirmary.” She gestured to her subordinate, then walked to us. “Can you both walk, or do you need help?”

“I can walk.” Jonathan used the spear to stand, though he winced a little.

Ciara stood by herself and took a long breath in. After relaying the rest of her orders to her people, Commander Zey escorted Jonathan and Ciara out of the vault room. They stopped when Jonathan spotted an airship.

“I’m sorry, Ciara, but are you going to be alright going ahead without us? I need to talk to the Commander.”

“Don’t worry. I will be fine,” Ciara replied before leaving them.

“What’s the matter?” The Commander asked.

“Does that airship work, can I use it to leave?”

Zey looked at Jonathan’s face, his face was hard as stone with flat lips. “Do you want to leave?”

“That’s the million-dollar question, I don’t know. I know I need to, but I don’t know if I want to.”

“Hmm, the one to the left. It hasn't been damaged, and I heard it will be leaving soon. I can secure you a pass on board and anything you will need. You already fulfill the end of your deal. Thank you for leaving her alive.”

“Sounds like you want me to leave.” Jonathan grinned at her.

“To be honest, I don’t. At first, I was worried given your background. But I see you are a man of your word. I respect that. You are a Saint, Jonathan. They think Saint is perfect, but I don’t think so. They are imperfect in their own way, but it is their imperfection that makes them more than perfect.”

“Are we like best friends now?.”

“Far from it.” Zey's stern face let out a small smile.

“She warned me that I don’t have allies. That me staying here will only cause pain.” Jonathan leaned his spear against the railing.

“It does sound alarming.”

“Should I leave?”

“You can find allies, Jonathan. And what better place to find them than here? However, it is entirely up to you to decide what to do next.”

“Damn it. I don’t do dark places. I don’t do cuff. I don’t risk my life. I don’t stay in one place. But for some reason, I want to stay. At the same time, I can’t. I have never been this unsure before.” His hand rested over where his heart was and felt something missing in there. “I’m used to following orders, not making them.”

“No one is ordering you to do anything, Jonathan. This is your life. Your choice.”

Jonathan shot his fist forward. “Then screw it. I choose to stay. And I swear I’ll fight back whatever they throw at me.”

“Good for you and you got your first ally right here.” Zey rubbed the top of Jonathan’s head with a smile.

When they got back to the infirmary, Commander Zey left Jonathan after he was bombarded with hugs from Ms. Nicol. The direct touch with a succubus almost causes Jonathan to faint, only a small nose bleed was gained this time. The professor had gotten awfully worried when she found out he was missing from his room.

“Jonathan, my prodigy. I have gotten so worried that I almost discharged the content of my stomach on your bed. Where were you?” She wept against Jonathan’s chest.

“Please don’t puke on my bed. I had to take care of something. I’m sorry that I worried you.” Jonathan patted the top of the weeping professor’s head.

“I thought I lost you!”

“There. There.”

Ciara peeked from the doorway with a smile. For some reason unknown to Jonathan, Ciara decided to keep her distance from him. She wasn’t sure what she saw back in the vault, and even more, she was mostly embarrassed by the kiss she gave him. Even thinking about it causes her face to turn bright green.

“Why are you looking for me anyway, Professor?”

“Oh, to give you this.” Ms. Nicol took out a wrapped gift from underneath the bed and placed it on Jonathan’s lap.

“For me?” Jonathan opened up his gift and found a yellow knitted scarf. “Did you make this for me?”

“Indeed I did, hand-knitted myself since you know it’s getting cold out there, and I want to give you a proper gift for saving that little girl, and for figuring out the answer so fast. Also, I don’t want my favorite prodigy to catch a fever.” Ms. Nicol smiled brightly.

Jonathan brought it closer to his chest and could barely contain his smile. “Thank you.”

Ms. Victoria looked at the report, then placed it down on the desk. She took a glass of whiskey and walked to her office’s window. Her gaze peered outside to find her academy still holding up after the accident. Without turning her head, she asked a question to the blind banshee in the room. “Lady Diana, are we heading there as I planned?”

Diana took a moment of silence. “Yes, but the price is great. Are you certain you want to go down this path?”

“I’m certain. It’s the world’s survival against mine. Commander Zey, are the backup crystal holding the academy afloat?”

Commander Zey let out an amused smile. “It seems we don’t need the backup crystal after all. Jonathan already bounded himself to the main crystal. Now it works even better than before.”

“He did? That young man is really something else. So, did he decide to leave or stay?”

“Stay, but we need to consider his warning. Both forces will come for him.”

“Then we will fight alongside him. He's our hope after all.” She took a sip of the whiskey. “Did he figure out who the culprit behind the murder?”

“He did. It was Lucy Morningstar. Perhaps the most troublesome person we ever held in our cell. The Morningstar’s family might intervene.”

“I don’t think so. After what happened, they might cut off their ties with her.”

“There’s one more thing…”

Commander Zey was interrupted by Diana. “That young woman has two souls in her. The foreign soul wishes to take her life.”

“That’s correct, Lady Diana. It’s what I speculate as well, the foreign soul is Anthony, her victim.” Commander Zey turned to Diana.

The Headmistress took another sip before setting it down on the window sill. “Interesting, but not impossible. Can you ask Jonathan to write a full report of what happened?”

“Of course, Headmistress.”

“Now, onto a bigger topic, did the human spot my academy?”

“From what my informant told me, we are visible to them. It will take time for them to assemble their force on the desert below, but it will give us more time to prepare and evacuate the academy if the need arises. Still, I have doubt about this plan, revealing ourselves to the human isn't a wise choice. They betrayed us before. They will betray us again.”

“Perhaps. Perhaps not. Humanity has changed since the war. It’s time we give them a chance. And besides, we will need their help in the incoming war.”

“If the human has assembled their force, what is our next move?”

“We will wait for them to make the first contact. Diplomacy will be our weapon.” The headmistress sighed. “More work for me… Anyway, any trace of the culprit behind the Mammon’s escape?”

“My people have scoured the academy, there was no trace of them. There is a possibility they already left, but I’ll keep the search going for a while.”

“Great work, Commander.” Victoria turned to Diana. “Anything else you want to chime in, Lady Diana?”

“Nothing at the moment.”

A couple of knocks pulled their attention to the door.

“Headmistress Victoria, Ambassador Roderick Gabblestone is here per your request,” said the receptionist.

“Please let him in,” replied Victoria.

The door opened to reveal a Nephilim, his posture as dignified it could be from someone who served alongside aristocrats. He walked into the room and the receptionist closed the door behind him. He then proceeded with a slight bow. “Headmistress Victoria, what do I owe for this bless invite?”

“I appreciate the gesture, but let’s cut to the chase. I know you’ve been sneakily bringing contraband to my academy and taking the profit for yourself.”

“Prosperous! That kind of accusation is without proof.”

“I know that’s how the culprit behind the crystal meltdown got my academy in the first place. You want proof, here take a look.” Headmistress Victoria nodded at Zey, and she placed a file on the desk for Roderick to see.

The Ambassador took a look at the file, his mouth agape while his eyebrows. “How did you get this?”

“Your spy, Anthony. He actually worked for me.”

“That can’t be. Since when?”

“Since the very beginning.”

He gritted his teeth, then clenched his fist. “What now? You call me here because you want something from me, or you would have revealed this information to my top brass and have me punished.”

“I won’t lie, your contraband helps a few of the residents here. I’m not telling you to stop, but I can’t tell you to continue. Some of the stuff you brought in is dangerous, but a few of my resident’s lives depend on it.” Victoria bit her thumb while her gaze wandered intently at her drink.

“I don’t understand. You want me to continue my operation?”

“You aren’t listening.”

“Then what do you want?”

“What I want is an ally. You have the fastest and quietest airships out there. Time is changing, Mr. Roderick. I will need an ally to help me adapt to that change. So, I ask you this, will you be my ally against this tide of change?”

Roderick took a moment of silence, his mind goes through what Victoria was implying here. He understood the offer, but does he have a choice here? “I will be your ally, Ms. Victoria.”

“You may leave, Mr. Roderick.” The Ambassador bowed his head with eternal gratitude. Before he could leave, Victoria casually flung a warning to him. “Please remember to keep your greed in check.”

“Will do, Ms. Victoria. I am forever grateful for your second chance.”

Time is certainly changing, and Jonathan will be the center of it.

The End.