Bonds Tested on the Battlefield

Life had taken a delightful turn since the creation of Luminae. Our Familia's base in Orario brimmed with an infectious joy, as if every corner echoed our newfound purpose.

Ais, the radiant wielder of Luminae, had undergone a remarkable transformation. The weight of the sword in her hands had ignited a fire within her, propelling her towards self-awareness and growth.

You should've seen her, folks. Ais became the poster child for responsibility. She took care of that sword like it was her own flesh and blood, performing maintenance on the blade with the precision of a seasoned blacksmith.

It was like watching a nurturing mom with her baby, if the baby was a super-sharp piece of steel.

But that wasn't all. Ais started taking care of herself too. Can you believe it?

She swapped those haphazard meals for nutritious goodness, filling her belly with fuel fit for a warrior. I swear, the girl even started glowing from all the vitamins and minerals.

And let me tell you, she became the epitome of obedience. She listened to Captain Finn's orders like a well-trained pup, and I mean that in the best way possible.

No more impulsive actions or reckless behavior. Ais had learned the art of discipline, trading wild whims for calculated decisions.

But it wasn't just about the sword and following orders. Ais discovered the importance of rest, of taking a breather when life gets intense.

She embraced those moments of solace, finding strength in quiet contemplation. You could practically hear the gears turning in her head as her sword whispered sweet nothings of guidance and support.

As her witty and resourceful sister, I couldn't be prouder. Luminae had set Ais on fire, in the metaphorical sense, of course. Our bond grew stronger, and our Familia thrived on this newfound harmony.

Little did we know, dear readers, that this turning point was just the calm before the storm. Destiny, that mischievous prankster, had a huge surprise waiting for us.

But armed with Luminae's radiance and our unyielding bonds, we were ready to face any challenge with our heads held high.

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[Third POV]

In the heart of Orario's Dark Ages, a shadow cast its malevolent grip over the once-vibrant city.

The fall of two legendary Familias, once hailed as the epitome of strength, had shattered the dreams of completing the Three Great Quests and ushered in an era of chaos and despair.

The city's delicate equilibrium crumbled, and the latent evil lurking beneath the surface rose to claim its dominion.

High above the crumbling streets, Olivas Act, a leader among the Evils, stood on the rooftop of a half-destroyed building. His sadistic nature found delight in the suffering he had unleashed upon the city.

"Fuhahaha! Sink this wretched city into the abyss of despair!" Olivas' voice dripped with sadistic delight as he surveyed the unfolding devastation. Explosions echoed through the streets, blending with the anguished cries of the populace.

Beside him, Valletta Grede, another formidable leader of the Evils, exuded a fierce aggression, her eyes ablaze with an insatiable hunger for destruction.

"Tch, Olivas, you pitiful wretch. Look at what you've wrought upon this city," Valletta sneered, her voice dripping with contempt.

Her very presence exuded an air of unyielding aggression. "Let the fires consume everything in their wake. It's time to revel in the chaos we've sown."

Within the chaos-ridden city, the clash between virtuous adventurers and the corrupted souls of the Evils played out in a brutal dance of blades and spells. Orario's once-peaceful streets had transformed into a treacherous battleground, where the clash of steel and the cries of anguish filled the air.

The terror-stricken citizens sought refuge from the onslaught of chaos, their lives shattered by the merciless onslaught.

Valletta reveled in the sight of billowing smoke and flickering flames, finding exhilaration in the raw power she wielded.

"Come forth, you feeble dogs of the Guild!" Olivas taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. "Witness the wrath of the Evils and tremble in fear!"

Valletta joined in, her voice a menacing growl. "Prepare yourselves, Guild scum! We shall paint this city in blood and despair. Your feeble resistance only stokes our insatiable hunger for destruction!"

In the midst of this malevolent storm, the boundaries between good and evil blurred, and the fate of our beloved Familia hung in the balance.

Unbeknownst to them, they stood at the precipice of their own destiny, their journey forever altered by the relentless tide of darkness that threatened to consume them.

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"Alright, everyone, gather at the front gate! Riveria, Gareth, and I will lead the three groups!" Finn's commanding voice echoed through the manor, setting the hurried rhythm of footsteps in motion.

Ais and Althea rushed towards Finn, their determination shining brightly in their eyes.

"I'm coming too," declared Ais, her stoic nature encapsulated in her succinct words.

Althea chimed in, her voice playful and mischievous, "You can count on us to bring our awesomeness to the battlefield!"

However, their eagerness was met with a firm disapproval from Riveria, who shook her head.

"Absolutely not. You two should stay here. It's too dangerous for you," Riveria stated resolutely, determined to protect the sisters from harm.

The impending battle was against other humans, and Riveria was adamant that Ais and Althea, still young and inexperienced, should not be exposed to such brutal realities.

Althea, known for her persuasive nature, tried to sway Riveria with charm.

"Come on, Riveria, we've faced Evils before in the alleyways. We can handle ourselves," Althea argued playfully. "And don't forget, I have healing magic too!"

Her words hinted at her usefulness on the battlefield, but Riveria remained steadfast in her decision.

"Your abilities are impressive, but the risks are too great. Your safety is our priority," Riveria replied calmly.

Though disappointed, Althea respected Riveria's decision. It had only been eight months since she joined, and while she and Ais had faced Evils in the past, they weren't ready for such a dangerous frontline mission.

With a sigh and a playful smirk, Althea relented, "Alright, fine. We'll stay behind this time. But you better come back safe and sound."

"We will. Take care of the manor while we're gone," Finn reassured them.

Riveria nodded, "And Loki will be here too. I'm entrusting the sisters to her care."

Loki, with her mischievous grin, replied, "Of course! I'll make sure these two don't get into too much trouble."

With final farewells, the rest of the Familia embarked on their mission, leaving Althea and Ais to hold down the fort.

Althea turned to her sister, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Well, Ais, looks like it's just us holding the fort. Let's make sure the manor is still standing when they come back."

Ais nodded, her words brief but determined. "Yes, we'll protect it."

Together, the Wallenstein sisters embraced their roles as guardians of the manor, prepared to support their Familia from afar and eagerly awaiting their triumphant return.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, the two of them stood side by side, ready to uphold their promise.