’I’m so sorry.’ Acala said while taking Dawn’s wounds on himself to allow her to keep fighting to the peak of her strength. ’If only I were a better host, we too would have achieved Fusion like Verhen.’
’How can you say that?’ She replied. ’Maybe it’s my fault. Maybe I’m not as good a partner as Solus.’
’It’s possible, but unlikely.’ Acala telepathically shrugged. ’You are born for that. I’m the messed-up one.’
’Well, I disagree!’ She snarled, releasing enough power from her steed to dispel the abnormal gravity of Collapsed Sun. ’I don’t know what we are doing wrong, but there’s one thing I’m certain of.
’Your desire to protect me matches mine to protect you, and we’ll reach Fusion. Maybe not today, but someday we will!’
"Cursed be you, undead!" Ruugat conjured a second Cruel Star, and this time, there was nothing to stop the spell from reaching Dawn.
***
"I’ve seen enough!" Hundreds of kilometers away, from atop a mana geyser, Baba Yaga had spectated the fight since the beginning. "My baby girl needs me."
She tried to stand up from her seat, but a powerful hand kept her down.
"No, she doesn’t." Zagran the Garuda, the Guardian of Might, surrounded the hunting cabin that dissimulated Baba Yaga’s mage tower with a powerful seal. "If you want your children to grow, you must let them fight their battles."
"How dare you stop me?" The Red Mother snarled. "One of my Horsemen has finally put her life on the line to help the undead she is supposed to protect. She is working with one of my Firstborns, not for petty interests, but for the good of all the races.
"Dawnie has already done enough. Her actions have already achieved enough. Can’t you see how those people who hated each other until a few years ago are now fighting side by side?"
"That’s exactly the reason I’m stopping you, old friend." Zagran shook her head. "If you were to step in now, everything the allied forces of Jiera and Garlen have done so far would be for nothing. No matter if they defeat Ruugat or just survive.
"They’d consider the outcome of the battle a divine intervention, not the result of their hard work and sacrifices.
"The alliance between the continents would crumble, and so would the newborn respect that the members of the expedition have established by shedding their blood for their unlikely comrades.
"Those who have fallen during the battle wouldn’t be remembered as brave heroes, just as unlucky fellows who died before a higher power settled the score for everyone.
"They would be blamed for their inability to survive until your arrival by their comrades, while their races would hate you for being late.
"I’m the Guardian of Might, Yaga. I prioritize personal growth above everything else. Sometimes, we learn more from our defeats than from our victories. It pains me to say, but the lessons we remember best are the ones written in blood."
Baba Yaga struggled one last time, giving everything she had to escape.
’I can do it.’ She thought as the barrier trapping her hut cracked. ’I can break free from Zagran’s hold, but I’ll never make it in time to save Dawn!’
***
’I can’t remember the last time someone underestimated me enough to turn their back on me.’ Lith though. ’It’s like riding a bicycle. Fun and easy!’
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