As if slaying this phoenix wasn’t a task enough in itself, he touched the orb and experienced the familiar visions, his mind traversing throughout several planes. He couldn’t bring himself to stop, feeling icy cold wash over him as well as a penetrating, frosty wind. The visions fled as quickly as they took over him, leaving him staggering and disoriented. He stowed the orb and turned to Beira, unfortunately knowing the next move: Kosetsu. Zachariah briefly frowned, remembering how much of a distaste he had for the tundra. But, the mission required it, and to Kosetsu they would go. “So, back to Wakusei?” Zachariah asked. In actuality, he didn’t even want to leave Kyoka. Had it been up to him, he would have stayed there forever, given the magic power that flowed through just about everything. Despite the deadly fauna and flora, it was a rather quaint place. Perhaps he could use the place to train and enhance his magic. There weren’t many places like this in Fiore, or anywhere he’d been for that matter.
Although he was quite dazed himself, Zachariah was able to ease Beira back to her feet and steadied her shoulders. “Whoa whoa whoa there, breathe,” he cooed and unsheathed his healing dagger. The cool metal soothed his hands, and while he didn’t know what currently ailed his partner, the magic of the dagger would be able to heal her wounds regardless. True, the two had fought valiantly, and this battle was rather short in comparison to the previous battle against the creature’s brethren. Zachariah suspected the coming battle would be of similar difficulty, the odds in their favor, but never wanted to underestimate a job. “Is everything okay?” Zach asked, waving the dagger’s healing magic across her body.
He turned his attention back to Kosetsu. “I bet you’re excited to travel to this next shrine. It’s essentially all ice,” he commented. Zach shivered at the mere thought of it. He considered his previous jobs in the Silent Glaciers to be cold, but he had heard myths about Kosetsu from passing travelers. After all this interplanetary business with the phoenixes was over, he would swear off of traveling anywhere below moderate climates, for a while at least. Although he had grown up in a mountainous region, he preferred the sun. Perhaps it was akin to his use of light magic, but the cold had always felt a bit empty to him. Even when he utilized the Jotunn soul of Ymir-a power he didn’t like using often-he felt like he lost a bit of himself, a bit of his own warmth. When they were ready to leave, Zachariah summoned the Starlight Surfer to transport them to a safer location, or all the way to the Wakusei Portals if necessary. It radiated a sun-like warmth and offered an orange glow to illuminate the shadows.
“Shall we?” he quietly asked. He was sore in several different places, and he didn’t even realize his Ymir form had expired, but he was ready to go.
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Although he was quite dazed himself, Zachariah was able to ease Beira back to her feet and steadied her shoulders. “Whoa whoa whoa there, breathe,” he cooed and unsheathed his healing dagger. The cool metal soothed his hands, and while he didn’t know what currently ailed his partner, the magic of the dagger would be able to heal her wounds regardless. True, the two had fought valiantly, and this battle was rather short in comparison to the previous battle against the creature’s brethren. Zachariah suspected the coming battle would be of similar difficulty, the odds in their favor, but never wanted to underestimate a job. “Is everything okay?” Zach asked, waving the dagger’s healing magic across her body.
He turned his attention back to Kosetsu. “I bet you’re excited to travel to this next shrine. It’s essentially all ice,” he commented. Zach shivered at the mere thought of it. He considered his previous jobs in the Silent Glaciers to be cold, but he had heard myths about Kosetsu from passing travelers. After all this interplanetary business with the phoenixes was over, he would swear off of traveling anywhere below moderate climates, for a while at least. Although he had grown up in a mountainous region, he preferred the sun. Perhaps it was akin to his use of light magic, but the cold had always felt a bit empty to him. Even when he utilized the Jotunn soul of Ymir-a power he didn’t like using often-he felt like he lost a bit of himself, a bit of his own warmth. When they were ready to leave, Zachariah summoned the Starlight Surfer to transport them to a safer location, or all the way to the Wakusei Portals if necessary. It radiated a sun-like warmth and offered an orange glow to illuminate the shadows.
“Shall we?” he quietly asked. He was sore in several different places, and he didn’t even realize his Ymir form had expired, but he was ready to go.
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