☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Gillon relays the information he gathered to Erefir.
“This is what I could assess at a glance. It was difficult to look deeper; there were so many people, and I was a bit tired. This skill isn't easy. We can evaluate the most interesting ones individually later, at our leisure.”

Phyr wasn't asking out of idle curiosity, nor to burden the universe with questions, but because she was increasingly convinced that information was key. How much easier could the battle have been if she had known about it in advance? After all, the pocket dimensions with weapons, and even that specific specimen within them, weren't exactly a surprise. But she didn't let on about any of this, nor did she reveal that she wasn't entirely sure what to expect from some of the tournament participants, especially the rebels: perhaps they were simply proud in their own way, and that would be normal, but what if there was something else entirely, and knowing their traits could prevent some unpleasantness in the future?

“Alright. Good work, now get ready to relax,” she smiled.

Mazda tries to hold everyone hostage in each location again, and Discordia became his first location.

“Did he just stand around and leave?”

“Lady Kizham! I only ask that you don't laugh, but is it possible to make a third wish? Are there any penalties for such audacity? And if so, how many people can be cured of the negative effects of potions at a time? Please excuse me,” the redhead smiles broadly.