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We will all become a collective apostle.

Kitties T_T, Pony T_T, Cold T_T

The next timeskip: Narri learned the name of the new Apostle of Despair – it turned out to be Guyon Tamaris, a member of the "Carnelian".

A carefree autumn sun cheerfully peeked over the wide mountain ridge, its rays piercing through a lone cloud drifting across the clear sky. A frosty breeze swept across the vast stone path, buffeting against a sheer natural wall, in whose shadow lay a tiny, forgotten village. On each side, gentle meadows of lush greenery adorned it, even at this time of year, teeming with countless unique plants and shrubs. Beyond the bend of a sandy hill, neat wooden fences branched out, enclosing various domesticated animals. Powerful gusts of wind spun the blades of a windmill, proudly piercing the top of the nearest hill. The rare dance of clouds daring to climb high cast whimsical shadows on the roofs of the vibrant homes. One of these homes was where a sturdy, broad-shouldered man was headed. His back was slightly stooped from years of hard work, and his hair was streaked with gray, revealing a man on the verge of well-deserved old age. His calloused hands, hardened by daily labor, held a bundle of firewood. After setting down his load and hiding a huge axe, which required a strength of 50+, away from curious children, the man approached the threshold of his home. There, he was greeted by his beloved wife, and around them, his restless grandchildren and great-grandchildren were jumping with joy. Grabbing a group of children in his arms, the man hoisted them onto his shoulders and made a grand circuit around their dwelling. The aromas of hot, home-cooked food soon drew the cheerful group to the kitchen. There, a large table was already set: today, they were celebrating the engagement of the youngest daughter of the family, and many guests were expected for the meal. The head of the table was rightfully occupied by the old man, Chegver. On either side of him sat his four beloved sons and six daughters, including the bride-to-be, with her neighbor's son – a decent and hardworking young man, but who, due to established cultural traditions, had not yet earned the old man's approval. Familiar hunters, an old fisherman, pompous philosophers, a peculiar researcher of Kridean ruins, and, of course, the neighbors, all came to join the celebration. The old sage, who lived on the mountaintop, was also invited, but to no avail. Dishes clattered, cutlery jingled, drinks flowed freely, and cheerful conversations filled the air. On this pleasant autumn day, everyone was in high spirits. The old man himself, leaning back in his chair, closed his eyes slightly, savoring another chapter in his life. Having received a dilapidated house and a small plot of barren land from his father, while philosophers and ascetics spent 12 hours a day competing in understanding the meaning of life, he worked day and night to create a true haven of comfort and security in Kridear. Fate had brought him together with the most beautiful girl in the village, and together they built a strong family, focused on the future. And now, he was surrounded by numerous descendants, finding peace in the knowledge of his family's future. Noticing how sadly his beloved wife had fallen silent, the old farmer placed his hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes with affection. "Ah, if only Klinushka were here with us..." the woman murmured with a sigh. For a moment, a thoughtful silence hung over the table, broken only by the cheerful chatter of the children, who had never known their missing relative. "But Klinets is always with us. Right here," the lumberjack said, placing his fist over his heart. Despite any possible prejudices, he felt no negative emotions towards his son, who had set out to seek his fortune. Just as he had supported and wished him well, he continued to do so now. Even though their beliefs differed somewhat from the accepted beliefs in the empire, he still prayed every evening for the well-being of his son. "He'll have his fill of adventure and return soon. I feel it in my soul," he added, looking around the table with conviction. "And that's true, father. He'll probably come back all fancy, wearing a crown and wielding a sword worth a hundred thousand," his eldest brother chuckled. "And with a beautiful bride," murmured the middle sister. "And with letters of recommendation from the imperial court!" echoed an old friend. "And with three villains defeated!" chimed in the twin philosophers. "Yes, I'd love to hear that story," agreed the old man. "I hope Klinushka is eating well..." the mother smiled sadly. "He's probably very thin. Those imperials only eat semi-finished products." "Well, then we'll have a reason to work hard. So that when he returns, we'll have an even better feast," he nodded to the youngest, "and twice as many people. I always have soup and a place to stay for everyone." The meal was coming to an end, and the lively discussions were subsiding. Then, a distorted, maddening roar pierced the heavens. The sturdy cabin easily withstood the hurricane caused by the flap of demonic wings, suffering only broken windows. The children screamed in terror, and the adults looked up in confusion at the shaking ceiling. "What the...?" The forester took two wide steps, opening the front door and looking out. The sun and sky faded into a bottomless, dark void. Looking closer, he realized that it was not just an unexpected night: even the stars had been devoured by an unknown magic from the black sky. The earth trembled in anticipation of a storm, and the old mill groaned and collapsed down the cliff, but even that sound was completely absorbed by a veil of absolute silence. A new gust of wind pressed the trees to the ground, and even the mighty farmer could barely stay on his feet. In the pitch darkness, he felt an approaching heat, but could not determine the direction of the attack. Finally, looking up, he understood everything. For a man with his life experience, he didn't need the abilities of an apostle of contemplation to assess the situation. Judging by all accounts, they had a minute, maybe a minute and a half. "Follow me, gather everyone!" he roared to his beloved sons, gripping the axe more firmly. They had faced worse troubles than a winged meteor emerging from its lair. "Take cover in the house!" he gave a short order to the women and children. Instantly regaining his former resolve, the mother and the neighbors hurried to hide the defenseless in the spacious cellar. "Mommy, I'm scared! What's happening?" the plaintive voices echoed. "Hold hands," she said, closing the heavy door, and they were left completely alone in the light of a hastily lit, flickering candle. "There. Don't worry, the goddess will protect us. Our boys will take care of everything." On the summit of the highest snow-capped mountain, the old, blind hermit and Klin's teacher felt the approach of despair. Directing his sightless, withered face towards the approaching stream of destructive fiery matter, he set aside his staff and smiled mysteriously, accepting his fate. At the foot of the mountain, several ants were hastily scurrying around, defenselessly moving from side to side, as if under the foot of a cruel giant. Losing their courage, Klin's brothers one by one dropped their useless weapons and fell to their knees, lifelessly lowering their petrified heads. Only the father, as before, firmly gripping the handle of the heavy axe, continued to gaze confidently at the falling star. Placing his other hand on his chest, he uttered a short cry in the old Kridean dialect, which resonated in the hearts of every member of the Chegver family, every inhabitant of the mountain country, granting their souls peace for a single moment. Landing on a wide mountain plateau on the other side of the mountain, the stranger briefly disappeared from view. A moment later, the mountain peak that had covered the horizon cracked along its seams, and its top dissolved in a black flash of immense energy. And then, Klin's village was consumed by despair.

To hell with cats and the cold, no way!

Waking up, the redhead simply smiled. Yes, now everything made sense. When you touch all sorts of nasty, evil things, it couldn't happen any other way. But from some point of view, she was glad about this setback, because too much good fortune had been successfully compensated...

Beata groaned as she regained consciousness and immediately started coughing. With difficulty, she turned onto her side and spat out a slimy lump that was hindering her breathing; with horror, she recognized it as a brain worm – the very one that had protected her mind for the past six months, first from Rynze, and then from other threats. Despite the unpleasant chill, she had grown accustomed to the parasite over time; it had given her a sense of security and confidence. It was sad to lose it.
After spitting, she sat up with a groan, looking around. Their entire group was slowly starting to regain consciousness... At least, the bipedal part of it.
She patted the black ball of fur next to her.
“Mysterious, wake up!” – no response.
She picked up the cat in her arms. It hung limply in her hands like a rag.
“Mysterious! Mysterious, what’s wrong?” she repeated with pain in her voice, bringing the cat closer.
The cat wasn’t breathing. Its heart wasn’t beating, and its eyes weren’t reacting to the light.
“Mis... Mis...” a heavy lump formed in Beata’s throat.
Pressing the lifeless creature to her chest and burying her face in its fur one last time, she burst into bitter tears.

The nightmare felt disgustingly real, as if it were all happening in reality. In a way, what she experienced was familiar – she had encountered similar looks in her native Tarsis, after falling out of favor. However, even her former colleagues were far from the cruelty of the monsters gathered in the dream. Not everyone would think of disemboweling a person while they are still alive. Not everyone would have the cruelty to watch them suffer. And not everyone would have the madness to devour you while you writhe in pain. There was no doubt – she had witnessed the lynching of the defeated Akonia, carried out by the Arcelians for the "greater good." I wonder, did they see themselves from the outside? Did they understand how it looked? Did they realize that in reality, they were nothing more than a bunch of corpse-eating soul-eaters? Or were they so blinded by hatred? The Tarsian understood that in her dream, she wanted to give them what they deserved. To unleash the raging flame within her and burn this gathering of ghouls to ashes. But it was just a dream. A vision. An illusion. There was nothing she could do. Her mind cleared, and the hatred subsided only when she woke up. She returned to the real world. Coming to her senses, the girl slowly got up and looked around. Her companions, apparently, had shared the same fate, gradually regaining consciousness and trying to rouse their dead pets. Even after death, Hopeless remained true to his name, taking several more innocent lives with him. So strong was the urge for destruction in the soul of this vile scoundrel. He couldn't resist spoiling things even at the last moment.

Savings: 0 rem Experience: 5974 SP: 500 Diseases: Immunity.  Injuries: Disappear without a trace after the end of battle/after some time.  Curses: Immunity.  Features: Inability to produce offspring. Inability to age. Inability to die - the character is restored to their original state even if their body was destroyed.  The character restores 100% health at the start of their turn.  Nail polish Soft pink: +1 to beauty. +10% to affinity (water) +1 AP, +2 to SP, +30% to health, +50% to initiative. Sonata's Room Servant - Ahuri

Origin: Empress of the Reimian Empire Persuasion: Miss Cosmos The character arrived on Anuzish from another world. Profession: Writer, composer, empress, sex slave, housewife, experiment victim, military instructor.  Skills: Imperial Sword Art A fighting style using a katana; does not combine with others.  +0.5% to evasion for each point of perception +0.5% to accuracy for each point of agility +3 to SP +1% to critical hit chance for each point of intelligence. Noblesse Oblige Before the character's attack, a charisma roll is made against the target's will; if it is higher, the target leaves the battle. If this action cannot be applied to the enemy, it works as a sword dance.  Seiran's Harmony The character deals damage to all enemies around them (+2).   Lightning of the South The character deals damage to all enemies in a straight line along their path of movement.  Larian Justice Two additional attacks (100%), attacks against villains deal void damage.  Dance of the East All characters within the swordsman's SP range receive up to 12 attacks (total). Cooldown: 3 turns. Tsukimi The character's attacks deal +100% damage from SM (void), attack range increases to 10. When the character takes damage, they spend 1 HP to block it.  Flowers of Ackervald Melee attacks (on an adjacent tile) reduce the enemy's maximum health by (charisma)%. Royal Flush +25 to luck. Passive feature: ??? Officer Domination Charisma/2 = bonus (%) to damage of allies under the character's command. +0.5% to evasion of allies under the character's command for each point of their charisma.  +0.5% to accuracy of allies under the character's command for each point of their charisma.  Attributes Strength 11 Endurance 101 Perception 51 Agility 101 Luck 11 (36) Spirit 103 (108) Intelligence 53 Speed 51 Faith 0 Beauty 1003 (1256) Charisma 102 Parameters Attack: 1130 Health: 1000 (31406) Accuracy: +51% (134%) Evasion: 101% (1397%) Crit chance: 11% (86%) Will: 108 (162) Spell points: 30 Magic power: 530 (795) Experience: +106% Initiative: 51 (76) SP: 10 (15) Virtue: 0 Action points: 20 Affinity Fire: 0% Water: 10%

Equipment Weapon 1: Aponia and Ataraxia Damage: 100% Accuracy: 80% +10 to attack for each point of charisma.  +1% to evasion for each point of beauty.  Crit: double damage.  White ribbon: 1 to beauty. Enchanted by Orros Thunderstrike: Rune of Indestructibility The item cannot be destroyed Weapon 2:  Head:  Body: White uniform of Sonata Reim Grants nothing, but perfectly accentuates the figure.  SR only.  Rune of Reim +25% to beauty.  +15% (+) to accuracy +15% (+) to evasion.  Shoulders:  Hands:  Unknown Effect Footwear: White shoes of Sonata Reim Grant nothing, but fit perfectly.  SR only.  Accessory 1: Ordinary stockings.  Accessory 2: Watch of Harmony +50% to SM, +50% to will.  Extra: White ribbon +1 to beauty. Other 1: +5 to spirit. Slot: accessory or other.  Other 2:  Other 3: Elixir of life x4 Brings a character fallen in battle back to life and does not require doctor skills. [1/1] Bag with other equipment:  Symbol of Farellia Affinity (fire) +30% +25 to defensive will checks.  Nail polish Soft pink: +1 to beauty. White gloves. +2% to accuracy. Instructor's medal This character is permitted to train warriors of the empire.

- Alright... I wouldn't want to burden this lovely morning with heavy matters, especially before breakfast, but besides everything else, I came to talk about other things as well. I think you know what I mean.

- I understand. You also want to go to that... place? It's very dangerous there.

Gion woke up. His head ached, and something unpleasant was running from his nose, clogging his nostrils. Turning away and sneezing properly, he was not at all surprised to find the corpse of a cold-blooded creature on the ground after his sneeze. "Yeah... typical..." He rubbed his forehead, remembering the terrible visions. Yes... he would never complain about his adventures in Lower Lunaria again... It could be worse. Beata's sobs caught his attention. He immediately jumped up and ran to her. She was sitting on her knees, clutching something black to her chest. No need to be a genius to understand what had happened. Gion sat down next to Beata, hugging her tightly. He stroked Misterius one last time. Then he carefully unfastened the cat's collar and wrapped it around his wrist. "You will always be with us," he said softly. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry we couldn't protect you... It's all my fault..." Beata sobbed.

Added pets to the post about the depleted units.

Added 7 minutes later
In general, let no one think that this battle was easy, despite its quick conclusion. There was a lot of preparation for such a result. Blessings, enchantments, forging, and spirit upgrades... Well done.

Yeah, Erathia and Garrett could have teamed up for a mini-quest on an island. Especially if Valis broke Garrett's crossbow.

"It seems that the world itself has praised us for our perseverance and heroism. Thank you, we tried our best. We'll sort everything out and move on," thought Phyr.

While waiting for Kalinka to inspect the surroundings and the Carnelian people for any signs of a curse, the Nosferatu couldn't resist patting the lifeless Eclipse on the mane. To die from a nightmare is a sad fate for a knight's horse. But it will be more important to bury the Kridean people, although there was already nothing left to bury, unfortunately.

– Kalina, how well have you trained your perception as a priestess? Can you tell by the negative energy how far away the stone is? Has it chosen a new target or been stolen?

– ... – Regaining her composure, the Ikigai mentor surveyed those gathered with her inner eye and replied in a whisper. – It seems to have settled in Beate. For now, it is only a small spark, but sooner or later it will grow so much that it will consume her completely.

...I'm torn between "WHY AGAIN?" and "Well, at least it's not Guyon."

But overall, let this battle not seem easy to anyone despite its quick ending. There was a lot of preparation for such a result. And blessings, and enchantments, and forging and spirit leveling... Well done, guys.

>>pets and cold spells died
>>brutal debuffs
>>one of the characters became a new apostle

And you call that an easy battle...