Midori and the Library of Oh Shit, We May Be Fucked.
The grey, cloudy cold sky hangs low as Xiwrath howls overhead and Host devils pinwheel and spin through the sky. Rain has begun to fall, steady, cold, but not heavy as the Battle for the Bastion Wall rages.
A number of devils linger on the far shore, watching Xiwrath, and Midori is convinced they are ready to join the battle as well – a couple barbed and bone devils, with the soldier-like bearded devils hanging back. On Midori’s side of the river, Admiral Farinost deploys his column – Spears and swords are intermixed with the archers, while the archers are set up to shoot volleys at the infernal enemy. Several squads break off and head towards the tower and are scattered around. Midori sees that these groups are armed with the harpoon-style light crossbows and magical axes.
The devils on the far side of the bridge begin to crowd on to the bridge and Kia and Griangi battle them with little support. Midori sees no easy way to cross it, even if she were invisible.
Below the bridge, the river is a dark slate grey, the murky water impossible to see into. It moves at a fast clip, the water from recent storms pouring down from the mountains, through the city, and draining into the bay. Midori mentally calculates her chances of injury and how long it would take to climb down instead of leaping off the wall to the river below. Eyeing the river she estimates how quickly she could cross it using magic.
Looking north along the Bastion wall, Midori can see that the battle has not yet extended to other parts of the city, and, while the other two bridges have been destroyed, it may be easier (safer) to make it across further north. Midori glances at her map of the city sewers, prior to the infernal invasion, comparing the notes on her map to the entrances to the sewers. The entrances line the river banks at intervals of about 500’, each one large enough for a large creature to enter. It is clear to her that once she enters the sewer system, as long as there are no obstructions or groups of devils, she could probably make it to any point in the city; except the palace, she thinks to herself, these notes show they don’t connect.
Finally deciding as the clamor of battle grows, Midori pulls out a potion of invisibility and drinks it down. Her hands, clothes and feet all vanish before her eyes and she carefully picks her way through the rubble scattered across the street and steals around to the northern turret along of the Bastion wall. Slipping past devils as they swoop at the defenders, she swings her feet over the wall and, mentally reminding herself about the waterwalking spell that was cast on her, she drops down to the river below. Rolling with the fall, she successfully deflects the force of her landing so she doesn’t break anything, however, the cushion of air that keeps her from getting dunked in the water comes up unexpectedly and she stumbles and fall backwards. The “cushion” turns out to be a bit more solid than she expected and a quiet ‘ooof’ escapes from Midori’s lips when Midori slips and crashes to the ground. It’s just a bruise, Midori tell herself as she watches for any reaction from the dozens of devils around. None of them seem to have heard her over the clash of weapons and screams of the injured. Standing back up, Midori finds herself walking on what seems to be an invisible layer over the river.
Midori moves carefully across the river, then slowly picks up speed as she realizes her feet make virtually no sound until she’s almost running. The nearest of the sewer entrances was once covered by a large metal grate, but it has recently been torn off, as evidenced by the lack of rust along its ragged edges/. Broken metal bars jut out from the stone work as she moves past them. Once inside, Midori pause to take stock of her surroundings.
Moss and slime coat the stone walls, and the 10’ wide tunnel arches overhead. The passage was designed to have a narrow walkway, about 3½’ to 4’ wide along each wall, about 3’ up from the bottom of the round tunnel. A channel runs down the middle of the tunnel, and normally it would be easily deep enough for both storm runoff and the normal contents of the pipe. However, the water has somehow risen and stands two feet over the walkway, nearly unseen beneath the sloshing, murky water under her feet. All kinds of detritus floats in the water, from leaves and twigs to wads of what might be fur, dead fish, shattered pieces of waterlogged wood. The smell in the tunnels reminds Midori of rotting fish and seaweed.
Nothing moves in the darkness, not even rats. The sounds of the battle outside rise as the fighting gets more desperate.
Midori considers her map, trying to determine if she wants a direct approach to the Library, or if it might be better to take a more roundabout route through the sewers. Studying the map carefully, she tries to figure out if it’s best to come up outside of the Library and sneak in, or if she wants to search for an entrance to the Library proper from the sewer tunnels. Estimating only a few minutes of invisibility remaining, she calculates it would take her perhaps 10 minutes if she made straight for the building, while a more roundabout route would require more time and exploration. Once the invisibility fades, she would have to take even longer…
Deciding quickly, she walks quickly along the most direct path to the library for a couple minutes, still unnerved by the fact that she’s literally walking on water. Moving quickly through the tunnels, occasionally she passes something that sloshes about in the murky water. Not wasting any time, she hurries along, with barely a glance over her shoulder to wonder what it might be. As the minutes tick past, the sense of urgency is nearly overwhelming and Midori finds herself almost running before she catches herself and slows down again. After what seems like too short a time, Midori realizes the invisibility is about to wear off and she ducks into an alcove to hide as the last few seconds of the spell’s duration pass. Once visible again, she pauses to check her map to confirm her location.
Cloaked in darkness, but still feeling terribly exposed, Midori finally ventures out into the corridor again. She moves as swiftly as she dares, emboldened by the fact her shoes make almost no noise on the invisible surface over the water. As she hurries along, she estimates that she’s about halfway to the Library when she stops dead in a four-way intersection because of a nearly overwhelming stench of rotting meat. As she pauses, Midori hears the evil, sibilant sounds of Infernal speech to the corridor to Midori’s left. Midori pauses at the edge of the intersection trying to decide if she should… just take a peek. Midori listens carefully to the devils speaking, able to hear most of the conversation,
A growly voice first, “…1189th Legion is having all the fun. No one comes down here anymore.”
A second voice grumbles, “Of course not. There aren’t enough of them left. And if Nilar gets his contract, then the rest will get away.”
The third voice complains, “However it is he actually makes his numbers serving as the Herald to Xiwrath, I’ll never understand.”
Growly, “That’s why you’re not in Acquisitions, brother.”
Complainer, “Feh. I notice you’re not there, either.”
Grumbly, “You two keep squabbling if you like. Personally, I like being a guard. Especially here on Yerth. Even though the water isn’t as deep, it’s still clearer, and the prisoners don’t fight back as much.”
The voices chuckle in agreement and the conversation seems to move on to small talk…
Midori continues straight ahead, not pausing to look down the corridor. She does her best to keep as quiet as possible, even more aware of the danger she’d be in if she were to get caught. She utters a silent prayer to all of her gods – Namli especially. As Midori continues, Namli seems to smile on her. Midori’s passage seems to have gone unnoticed by the voices in the corridor. The stench gets worse as Midori continues on, and after a couple twists and turns, She comes to a large chamber that seems to be some sort of collection basin. Looking on this room, it occurs to her that perhaps she hasn’t made enough sacrifices to Namli lately – The smell clearly emanates from here, as there are dozens, if not a couple hundred bodies piled in the center of the chamber. Bloated and stinking, the waterlogged, rotting flesh hangs from the bodies. She gags slightly at the warmer air, and she can see that the bodies are crawling with insect larvae. Midori doesn’t notice any devils in the chamber, and her planned route will take her out an exit on the opposite side.
As Midori considers going around and finding another route, Midori hears sloshing in the tunnel behind her getting closer. She moves around to the opposite end of the chamber and ducks into the tunnel, moving as quickly as she dares away from the sound of the approaching infernals.
It’s not long before she realizes they are moving far faster than she could if she wished to remain silent. Midori looks around and finds a small feeder pipe to squeeze into. Midori wiggles into the tight, shadowy space and places a bit of debris to camouflage the pipe just before two large infernals pass in front of hiding place. Their appearance is straight out of a nightmare – a hideous cross between a long, eel-like fish, the upper torso of a humanoid, and a crustacean-like head with four eyes and rams-horns pass by Midori, clearly on patrol. Midori recognizes them as Drowning devils, defenders of the waterways of Hell. They seem to miss her entirely and continue down the corridor.
Midori waits for a short time, and then crawls out of her little pipe. Smeared with gunk, she suspects it is a mix of ash, dust and mud. Harmless, she thinks to herself, but it still doesn’t smell terribly good. Moving on, she continues to navigate the pipes and finally identifies an exit close to the Library. Midori wraps her hand around the pendant Azata’s Faith and casts Detect Devil before peeking out from under the exit from the sewers. Concentrating, she look around and see no devils nearby. Finally she takes in the Holy Library of Tesra.
The structure itself is mostly intact, but the outside of has been defaced. Evil runes, written in blood are smeared across the facade. Studying them, she realizes they appear to be the name of some high ranking devil…Legionmaster Denuriel. There are additional runes below it that she studies for a moment longer – and she finally recognizes them as deadly spell. Realizing that anyone passing through the front door will activate the evil runes, the spell will likely kill nearly everyone close to them. Her eyes drift upward to see the top of the building is festooned with spears and somewhat more organic bone-like spikes, but underneath it all, Midori can still see a shadow of its original majesty in the layers of fine woods and marble. She can see several infernal guards lurking in the entrance, and more devils alight on the spikes and spears along the roofline. Even with the security provided by the guards, Midori glances to the south and can see hundreds, if not thousands of Host devils flying about as the Battle for the Bastion Wall rages on. At least they’re being kept busy… over there… She worries briefly about how her compatriots fare at the battle before refocusing on the task at hand.
Midori slowly slides the manhole cover to the side, providing herself with enough room to climb out of the sewers. She replaces it as quietly as possible once she’s out, then heads for the nearest hiding spot she can find, making sure she’s concealed from the eyes of the guards at the entrance of the library. She sneaks around the rubble and remnants of the buildings in the area to take a look at the Eastern side of the library. Once there, she doesn’t see any evil runes, but there are no entrances, either. Looking at the wall, she is able to see that she could probably climb it, and there are some windows on what appears to be the second or possibly third floor; easily 30’ up. Looking at the structure, she suspects that if there are other ground-floor entrances, they are likewise covered by those deadly runes.
Determined to make the climb, Midori crouches down behind some rubble and strips off the clothes most fouled by the filth in the sewers – leaving little more than her shorts, boots, and tunic. Taking her dagger to her leggings, she is careful not make any obvious ripping sounds as she cuts them off. Once finished, she stuffs the filthy clothes into her bag of holding, pulling out her last potion of invisibility shortly after.
She downs the potion and puts the empty bottle in her bag before heading to the middle of the wall of the Library. Taking a moment to mentally prepare herself, she leaps up, grabs a narrow ledge and scales the side of the building, her hands and feet finding ledges and gaps in just the right place, as if the wall was trying to help her. It’s a quick climb, and there are a couple of places that she nearly slips, but she makes it up to the window. She realizes that it is unlatched and with a quick shove, she opens it enough to squeeze in. She finds herself on the second floor of the Library, in the middle of the eastern stacks.
The floor she is on has a 20’ ceiling, the individual shelves stretching nearly the whole distance. Once oriented, She carefully moves forward and looks out on the Library proper. The The interior of the Holy Library of Tesra was once a wide, open, airy space. The eight walls stretch up three stories to meet in an arching glass dome that provides light and drew the eye upward at one time to contemplate the gods.
Now, the glass is missing and instead of open space, the building is filled with a network of dark chains, linking one end of the building to the other like a demented, tangled iron spiderweb. The chains are adorned with people, both whole and incomplete, attached by hooks, spikes, manacles and other, more horrific methods. The floor of the library, once a finely made marble and granite inlay, now is covered in discarded and destroyed books, torn apart and soaked in the veritable lake of blood that covers the floor.
Atop the pile of books sits what appears to be a golden ark, the edges of the chest encrusted with gems and gilded with precious metals. Two devil-like statuettes stand atop the chest and a huge rounded gem that looks like little else but a red and black crystalline heart. As soon as her eyes land on the gem, the light refracting through it seems to grow in intensity and drive painfully bright spikes into her eyes. Closing her eyes against the pain, she hears faint noises like whispers and furtive movement around her. Her eyes flash open and she quickly glances around, and it seems that the shadows in her peripheral vision move just when she’s not looking at them. As her paranoia grows, her eyes fall back on the crystalline heart, and she recalls an ancient legend about something called the Heart of Sinakua. As she struggles to remember details about it – more than the vague recollection of a minor god and madness – she realizes the crystalline heart is moving slightly, beating despite its structure. As she stares, the pain in her eyes seems to reach down to her chest, and she can feel her heart skip a beat, a feeling almost as if her heart is trying to align with the beat of the crystal. As she stares, she sees several Lemures move back and forth across the pile, and she notices that some of them bear faces that remind her of the acolytes suffering from the “Affliction” back at the naval fortress.
She finally tears her eyes away from the disturbing crystal and sees she is in the east wing on the 2nd floor. Midori can see that the third floor has vaults, and there are eight spiral staircases that connect the floors. As she stares out over the open space, she sees that the roof serves as a roost for bone devils, while imps and other lower devils infest the weblike network of chains strung across the chamber. Down on the ground floor, Something moves amongst the pile of books, and you see the strange, slime-like body of lemures tend to something larger than themselves. The air here seems still – as if the world is holding its breath to see your next action.
In the silence, you start hearing some voices – faintly. You can’t quite make them out, and as you look around, you see a book on one of the bookshelves inching its way off the shelf as if being pulled out by ghostly hands.
Midori cautiously steps over to the book to take a closer look, prepared to catch it if it falls. She tilts her head sideways to look at the title. The Betrayal of Juan Marcos. The book drops into her hands, and the voices are slightly more distinct. She barely makes out a phrase, “History is a lie”. Another book starts being pushed out of a bookshelf… then another… and a third… then five more. She hears more voices as each book begins moving… “History is a lie” “Faster!” “History is a lie.” “Our lives…Hurry!” “Save us…” “Hurry!” The voices suddenly stop as the books are about to fall…
Midori’s eyes go wide as soon as she makes out what the first voice is saying. Her heart starts pounding against her ribcage, and she’s not entirely sure if her hands are shaking from the force of her heartbeat or the sound of the voices. Still invisible, Midori clutches the book to her chest, glances at the other books, then hurries to the spiral staircase, just as the books fall to the floor as one. The imps’ gaze snaps to the floor where the books fell, and dozens of them leap from the chains and swarm through that section Midori just vacated. Swirling around, torn pages are lifted from the floor. As Midori begins to climb the stairs, she sees several Bone devils swoop down into the chamber, expertly avoiding the chains. They carefully eye the area, suspiciously looking about for the source of the disturbance. Midori continues to hurry up the stairs as other bone devils peer down through the shattered skylights. Down below, the pile of blood-soaked books shift and a large, bald, human-like head emerges. It says something to its attendant devils, too far away for Midori to hear and the lemures start moving the pile of books about. The bald-headed creatures eyes scan the chamber carefully and Midori pauses, just as its eyes pass over her. They snap back for a moment, as if reexamining exactly where she stands, then its gaze moves on.
Midori makes it to the third floor of Marsa’s wing and over to the vault door. She sees a number of scratches and dents on the surface and the charred remains of several imps lie on the floor nearby. As she looks at the vault door, the combination that Stephanos gave her springs to mind. Resting the spine of The Betrayal of Juan Marcos on the vault door, and placing her hand on the locking mechanism, Midori enters the combination. The vault’s lock quietly unlocks and the mass of devils seem to not notice. The floor of the library isn’t visible from here, but she thinks she hears some disturbance down there. Midori slips inside the vault, and seeing a handle on the inside of the vault door, she quietly and completely closes the door behind her before she begins her search for the Tears of Marsa.
The inside of the vault is more reliquary and less library. The room is lined with shelves and all kinds of artifacts and relics are stored here. Four chests are in the room. A quick glance reveals there are no books out in the open, but there are probably thousands, possibly tens of thousands of gold crowns worth of treasure here. Carefully picking the locks on the chests, she is able to get the first two open without a problem. Inside one are ancient vestments made of delicate cloth. The other contains dozens of potion-sized bottles and a few larger bottles. The third chest seems impossible to open – and her hands become suddenly visible while trying to open this particularly small chest. The final chest is also more difficult to open, but she finally picks the lock and it springs open. Inside is a small book, no more than 8” tall, 6” wide and 1” thick. The cover is made of woven reeds and the center of it is a moonstone cut in the shape of a teardrop. Beyond that, the book seems unremarkable. No clasp holds it shut. The silence seems to intensify and the whispers return… “Hurry” “Save us…” “Faster…”
Before reaching out to pick up the small book, Midori looks around her at all of the treasure. She bites her lip in frustration before her right hand starts to clench and unclench. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, she clutches at the dragon-tooth dangling from a simple leather cord around her neck. It’s as if she’s trying to resist scratching a very powerful itch. Just as soon as the moment begins, it’s gone. Finally, she closes her eyes as she lets out a sigh, before picking up the book in earnest to take a closer look at it.
The book tingles in her hand as soon as she touches it. Not unpleasant, but unusual. Lifting it up, she becomes positive this is the book she seeks. Opening the book to the first page, she sees that instead of the carefully illuminated script of most religious texts, this book has a handwritten scrawl across it:
Greetings, noble being, anointed Hand of Fate.
If this book is open, your world is on the brink of destruction.
The ritual contained herein may be of some use… in the right place, at the right time.
I wish you luck.
Hadrach, Hand of Fate, Lord of Man
Keeper of the Truth.
The writing, as soon as she reads it, fades away. Midori scrambles to get out ink, quill, and paper to copy down the disappearing foreword from Hadrach. She ends up hastily writing it down on the back of her map of Tesra, nearly spilling ink on herself. Once finished, she blows on the ink to make it dry faster.
Once finished, she pores over the Tears of Marsa. She finds the rest of the pages are filled with complex formulae, detailed descriptions of steps and prayers. Puzzling over it, she realizes this is unlike any prayer book she has ever seen to gain the favor of a god’s servants in order to obtain spells. This reads almost like a wizard’s spell. If I’m being honest with myself, She grumbles, this is well beyond me…
She puts both the Tears of Marsa and The Betrayal of Juan Marcos, as well as the writing supplies and map, back in her bag before glancing once more at the small locked chest. Cursing to herself, she scoops up the small chest and stuffs it into her bag as well. As she cinches the bag closed, she makes a silent prayer: Marsa, and all the rest o’ you gods – I swear, if there’s nothing in this chest that helps save Tesra, I’ll return it. I swear… besides, this is a library, after all… right?
Brushing herself off, Midori circles around the room to close and re-lock all of the chests that she’s opened… pausing briefly over the chest of potions, she can almost hear the voice of one of her mentors calculating the value of that chest alone. Once the chests are closed, she takes the empty potion bottle out of her bag, placing the open end of it against the vault door while she presses her ear to the bottom of the bottle. Listening closely, it seems the devils flying about outside seem to have calmed down. The enraged imps screech less often and it seems fewer wings beat the air.
Midori slowly opens the vault door a crack and carefully peeks out the door – directly into three large pairs of humanlike eyes. Time stretches out as the world holds its breath. Looking at the creature, the large, pale, worm-like monster stares back at her in surprise. Three large humanoid heads sit atop its torso, and it floats in the air without the assistance of wings. Finally, each of the creature’s three heads yell simultaneously:
Midori shouts back at the creature in the language of devils, “No! YOU’RE the thief!” then slams the vault door shut. The vault door automatically locks and the creature slams against the door a moment later. It screams and howls as it beats against the vault door.
Her adrenalin pumping, Midori quickly reviews her options. It’s been about 40 minutes since she left the Bastion wall. It’s possible the battle is over, but getting her friends here to save her would be risky, at best. Listening to the creature beat against the door, she suspects it will hold, but there’s no telling how long. She glances at the potion chest… maybe… wracking her brains, she can’t seem to think of what kind of devil the monster outside could be. Settling on “asshole bookworm” she goes back to the chest full of potions, unlocks it again, and with a prayer to Marsa for forgiveness, she sets to work trying to figure out what the potions could be. Minutes pass, all the while the asshole bookworm rages at the door, its attacks crashing against the vault door.. Booom! Boooom! From outside, the creature shouts epithets and vows to destroy her. Through it all she hears it call itself Legionmaster Denuriel.
After examining the potions more carefully, Midori realizes there’s 19 unique potions. She quickly checks them to see if she can figure out what they can do, and when she’s done, she grins and puts all of the potions in her bag except for two Stone Shape potions, and a potion of Flying.
Midori drinks down one of the Stone Shapes and begins to mold the stone into large braces for the door. It doesn’t take long to get through the floor, as it turns out to be only about 8” thick. Once through, she’s a little surprised to see that solid metal beams support the stone vault. She realizes they had escaped her notice when climbing the stairs from the lower level – The metal beams are hidden by additional wooden beams and wooden paneling concealing the structure from the library floor below…
Sticking her head into the gaping hole, she can see that the beams create a crawlspace between the wooden paneling of the 2nd floor ceiling and the vault floor. The dusty crawlspace is about 2’ tall and the metal beams run the length of the vault from the outer wall of the Library to the inner atrium where the devils gallery is filled with chains and body parts. More wooden panels serve to support the facade to the atrium, and the outer wall appears to be made of more metal beams and the outer stone wall of the Library. Considering her options, she wets down a cloth before tying it around over her nose and mouth to prevent herself from sneezing. The Asshole Bookworm Denuriel’s unrelenting assault on the vault door seems to get louder. Boom. Boooom. Boom…
Midori withdraws her head from the crawlspace, then sticks one of her feet down, testing how much weight the wooden panels can bear. As she puts her foot down on the panel, it flexes slightly. She’s not sure if it can actually support her weight, though she is reminded of surviving on thin ice by laying flat to distribute her weight… Unhappy at the prospect of scooting across the thin wood panels, Denuriel’s assault on the vault door suddenly breaks through; Booom… Booom… BOOOMMMCRACK…sizzlesizzlesizzle…
Her eyes dart towards the door and she sees a crack is split down the length of the door and a small, eyeball sized hole is being eaten away by some kind of acid. Denuriel’s three voices booms out at the same time, “THERE YOU ARE!” “THIEF!” “SUFFER!!” A few arcane words later and a thick billowing fog pours into the room, filling the space from the center of the room – Midori sees the fog wash over things like the shelves, their wooden surface begins to blacken, moments before the fog completely obscures them. Some of the softer objects begin to hiss, sizzle and melt. As the first vapors reach her, they burn, her exposed skin reddens and blisters painfully while the remainder of her clothes begins to smoke. The fog spreads like a living thing into the dark gap between the floors, and the air feels thick, resisting her movements. Midori finds moving through the viscous fog difficult, like trying to walk through a deep pool of water. A moment later, Denuriel’s assault on the door resumes as the acid continues to burn.
Acting quickly, Midori drinks down the flying potion, and leaves the other potion of Stone Shape behind. She drops onto the wooden panel directly below her as forcefully as she can. She hears the wood splinter and feels it flex… Nothing more, until she jumps one more time, desperately whispering a prayer. The wood gives way and she drops several feet, almost catching herself with the flight, but her foot catches on one of the bookshelves of the section below, and she swings around, smashing herself against another bookcase before she painfully crashes to the floor.
Above her, Denuriel’s assault on the vault door stops, and she hears his voices say in infernal, each voice talking over each other; “You, soldier – check on that sound. The interloper may be trying to escape.” The other two voices also issue orders, but Midori can’t pick out any more than those words. Then the Asshole Bookworm resumes his assault on the vault door. Booomm… Booooom….
Glancing up. The cloud doesn’t follow Midori into this lower chamber. As she picks herself up off of the floor, she see severals imps fly down from the floor above, and several more turn towards her from their roosts on the deadly-looking chains that hang in the atrium. They screech in recognition and warning as soon as they see her.
Midori takes a couple steps toward the westernmost window and leaps into the air, swooping down the row toward the window. She skids to a halt easily and yanks on the latch, pushing the window open with her foot. She glances over her shoulder to see the imps will be unable to keep up with her, if she can get into open air, and feels a surge of confidence… until two bone devils swoop down after her. One pauses to raise its hand and utter a few arcane words… while the other continues to swoop towards her. Midori steps off of the window’s ledge, hoping to catch herself with the Fly spell. The first Bone devil completes its spell a moment too late, and her escape route is sealed off with a wall of ice. The ice doesn’t even crack Infernal cursing is heard from inside the Library.
Still in midair and now outside of the library, Midori flies down and away from the library, making her way west of the Library. Flying as quickly as she can, she glances up at the top of the library. There, she sees a number of Bone devils stalking back and forth, looking in the direction of the atrium. However, two darkly beautiful women stand at the edge, watching as Midori flies towards the west side of the Library. Dark black wings hang at rest behind them, and as Midori flies, she can see them unlimber longbows and spread their wings to take to the air… Inside the library, Midori hears the booming voice of Denuriel as he rages, apparently at her escape.
Midori takes off like a shot, and the ground whizzes past her as the dark female archers take aim and flaming arrows rain down from their bows. Fire streaks past Midori and she begins to feel a little confident… until the first arrow smashes into her leg, feeling like a searing hot lance. More arrows rain down and a second one pierces her shoulder. Barely making it into what remains of the ruins, Midori flashes past several stone pillars and walls, more arrows striking the stones, raining smoking chips down on her. One more arrow strikes her, but each hit she takes causing her to lose altitude as the pain distracts her. from flying… She tumbles over the edge of the levee towards the river, her last glimpse of the female devils telling her that they’ve lifted off and are beginning to give chase. Several more Bone devils lift off along with them…