"HAH!" I gasped. "If she's still alive, that means the outer gods won't be coming through after all?"
Noa and I stared at each other.
"You mean… I won't get to fight them?"
"I won't get to kill them…"
Noa raised her hand up, and I met her with mine.
This kind of fate. We were definitely not going to let it happen. Dantalian HAD to die.
"So that we can fight— I mean… stop the danger before it endangers us."
We were going to hell.
"How do we go about this?" Noa asked, all in on the plan without even the need to explain.
"We know the spell to create a portal, we are the ones who dispelled it."
It would have been tough before, but this motherfucker was a proper linguist now. Strength didn't ever stop! Even language was strength and I was the very fucking strongest.
"But, there's a problem," Titania chimed in. "It needs blood to function. And, it would be less since we're all humans and fairies, but the stronger a being the more the blood."