☀️ Arselia and Akonia

No matter how simple and straightforward Erephir seemed, she clearly wasn't in a hurry to share the details with her subordinates. She simply said to prepare. The hour of reckoning was approaching, but there was no news about the lair of Despair. It became clear that "Carneol" had decided to catch the dragon "using bait." But it turned out to be not Margel, but, apparently, Criderar. With a single flap of his wings, the apostle of Akonia turned the homeland of the mountain ascetics into a lifeless wasteland. Only a couple of "lucky ones" survived, those who happened to be far from their native lands at that moment. Now, Klyn was in the same situation as Alaria herself, or any other newcomer. Nothing remained of his homeland, and he was now one of the few remaining carriers of a culture lost in an instant. If he ever had family and loved ones here, it was all now turned to dust by the cruelty of Despair. A nightmare come true. A fate that the Tanarian would not wish on anyone, now befell one of her closest companions. Another reminder of what awaits the rest of Welfern if the monster is not stopped. They will not lose. They cannot afford to lose. Not when the fate of Welfern is in their hands. Not when the very elements are on their side. "Well, it's time to put the fruits of months of training to use," the fire, which had become an extension of herself, enveloped the blade of Alaria's nodachi. "I didn't expect to face such an opponent with an unnamed sword, so... why not fix that? From now on, you are 'Flame of Hope.' A fitting name for a weapon that will be used against Despair."