Bad Ending

'This is bad. The voidling successfully conceals itself. While at the same time, our position is compromised because of the sneezing.'

The special powder that is one of Songharan infantry's signature weapons. It basically makes your own playing field that is really beneficial for you but not the enemy. The humans who had witnessed this kind of white smoke nicknames it 'The White Torture'.

People that enter are basically waiting for their death after their body is torn apart by the Ripparsa.

The black smoke that the voidling throws is basically blackened by the color of the void.

Niva's eyes begin to water. Making it difficult for him to search his way out. Prolonged exposure to the powder makes you also experience dizziness. The victim's fate is sealed for the Ripparsa to take their life.

Niva has no energy to get up. His orientation has been messed up by the powder. He can only crawl away from what he thinks is the epicenter of the smoke.

It is no use screaming for help. As everyone is in the vicinity of the black smoke powder. Everyone except Lynel. Yelling for his help means exposing him to the black smoke. But Lynel might have an idea how to properly respond to the fog.

A heavy step suddenly alerted Niva. The sound of it is too loud to be missed. And also Niva who is too weak to respond from the impending danger. There is no doubt that the voidling is aiming at Niva as its first victim.

The obsidian blade is dragged by the half paralysed voidling. Exposing its position. But he doubts Lula will save him because of the dizzying properties of the smoke powder. She might experience the same fate as Niva but not with his impending death.

"Stop!" He tries to activate [The Puppeteer] once again. But without a response from the voidling. Just like when he tried to activate it while chasing his voidling version of Krilo.

He can sense the Ripparsa is about to be swung beside him. 'I will not die, not like this.'

"Help me, Lynel!" screams Niva from the bottom of his lung.

Blood splattered in front of him. Niva is shocked seeing someone standing in front of him. A person with its tail no longer having energy to spread its beauty. Niva curses the smoke that dissipates several seconds after that moment. Revealing obsidian blades piercing through the flesh of the young Foxtren.

Niva, without time to be hysterical, sings the [Marching Hymn]. While excruciatingly trying to calm himself.

Lynel left hand holds the Ripparsa that tear his chest. The voidling tries to pull it out with no avail. He raises one of his daggers with the last energy in his disposal. Armed with Niva's [Marching Hymn], he stabs the heart of the voidling that posed like his father.

It then unleashes the deep and overlapping screams just like the other two voidlings. It then disintegrates with all of the black remains, along with the black Ripparsa in Lynel's chest.

A normal strike from non-companion person won't be able to hurt even the weakest of the voidlings. But in the contrary, strike imbued by companion or other compfreund will be effectively damage the voidling. Not considering only the companion skill, but the combined synergy of non-companion and companion.

Niva quickly supports Lynel's collapsing body in his lap.

'Why … Why didn't Lynel protect himself with his dagger? [The Puppeteer] should not cause him to shield me with his own body!' thinks Niva, still in denial.

He knows the fact that if someone doesn't step in, he would meet the same fate like Lynel.

"Lula! Please help me!" cries Niva. His tears are now uncontrollable.

"No, no, no!" Lula panics as she torn Lynel's overall. Revealing a big nasty wound in his chest.

Niva can see that Lynel's [HP] is gradually decreasing. 10 … 9 … 8, if it touches 0, the said person will be dead. Except when healed by a super strong potion.

But Niva's hope is immediately out of grasp, as he can see a symbol of a skull on top of a droplet of blood on Lynel's Slate. Indicates that there is a [Fatal Wound] on the Foxtren. No one in history is able erase the [Fatal Wound] indicator.

No amount of potion will increase the [HP] of the user. That means a guaranteed death no matter what.

'Dammit!' Niva curses his cowardness. Curses his [The puppeteer] ability. On top of all, he curses himself.

"Don't … blame yourself. I don't really know … what's happening to me … when I charge in without equipping my dagger." Lynel tries to talk with his remaining energy. He immediately coughs a lot of blood after.

The worst part is that Lynel has no idea that Niva is the sole person who is responsible. If only Niva had told him earlier when he is threatened to fall in a pool of acid.

Lynel tilts his head towards Lula"You are incredible Lula. I always … strive to be a high level class like you someday." consoles Lynel.

Lula put her hand on top of Lynel's.

"As for you, leader." Lynel head is facing Niva. "Thank you for accompanying me to my last adventure. What is your compfreund name again? Krilo right? Send him regards from the most awesome Foxtren in the realm. Even if we have never met eye to eye before."

Niva can't tell if Lynel satirizes Niva in the last adventure part. His voice is becoming raspy and vanishing. Looks like The Nature has begun taking all of its essence that has been borrowed from us. Everything that comes from Her will be heading towards Her in the end.

"It's my turn heading to the Upper Realm. Meet by brethren there."

He finally closes his eyes, smiling.

The two mourn as the lively Foxtren is on his last breath. No one, not even the cunning Niva foreseen the circumstances. It's all his fault. He is not worthy to receive the final words from a friend closest to him.

The environment around them flickers. They almost don't realize that all of this was just a mirage of the dungeon. It gradually changes from the windy night on a Wisteria royal palace, to a marbled interior. WIth the previous blue light that shines from the gate.

Revealing a room full of treasure and spoils. With a peculiar yellow compfreund that is lying on the ground.