Fandom/Pairing: Elsword; none
Rating: K+
Word Count: 5,624

Summary: It was like looking into a mirror. What happens when one's reflection talks back and throws uncomfortable questions? El Search Party struggles to find entrance into the Demon Realm, but Dominator has a plan.

Notes: This story took place right before the team meets Rosso, so Laby will not bein this story. Rose will not be in this story due to not knowing her canon class at the time this fic was written.


Class Notes:

Canon Path: Knight Emperor, Aether Sage, Daybreaker, Rage Hearts, Code: Esencia, Comet Crusader, Apsara, Empire Sword, Doom Bringer, Ishtar and Chevalier (Innocent), Bluhen

Alternative Path: Rune Master, Oz Sorcerer, Anemos, Furious Blade, Code: Ultimate, Fatal Phantom, Devi, Flame Lord, Dominator, Timoria and Abysser (Catastrophe), Richter


Doppelg?nger

Chapter 01: Another World


Rune Master

Once the El Search Party parted away from the ruins of the ancient capital for their next destination, everything was starting to look blue. It gave the Rune Master a headache to how everything down to the soil had traces of cyan, the color of toothpaste and hurt his eyes. Due to the influence of the El, it was difficult to tell if night time came because the forest glowed regardless of what time of the day it was. He was going to lose Richter at this rate because the trees were the same shade as the priest's hair.

The El's presence attracted monsters and anyone else that wanted it for personal gain, including the corrupted monsters that were once Henir's followers. Their numbers ever-growing, it felt wrong to leave them to the El Masters despite being told it to. Running away from the enemies didn't sit well for Rune, but half of his friends wanted to visit the demon realm. For different reasons, but at least they had a common interest, which was all that mattered because it was better than sitting around and waiting to see what the enemies next objective would be. At least until they figured out how to reach Demon Realm.

"What is this?" Abysser asked. The demon squinted at the strange device, plated in black material similar to the Henir monsters they fought in Elrianode. Blue light flickered through the minuscule windows covering its sides and shone as his teammate tinkered with its coding. "This machine you claim to work..."

"Of course it will," A man in white didn't look up from his machines, his gaze glued to holographic screens that never seemed to run out of power. Legs crossed, Dominator kept his balance sitting on Dynamo and hummed as he worked. "I figured out the basis of how it functions. All we need now are new coordinates."

"That's great!" Rune was impressed by to how quick his friends were in utilizing the little material they had in Elrianode. Rubbing his hands together, he grinned, "See? That didn't take long!"

"Who are you trying to convince?" A woman dressed in purple kicked her shoes for ruffled frills to shimmer under the night sky. Oz watched her breaths evaporate into the cold air and ran her hand through her hair with an exaggerated sigh, "You're the one rushing to leave."

Rune's cheeks flushed to the same shade of red as his hair, glancing down and avoiding looking at Oz, who was definitely snickering over his embarrassment. What did the Oz Sorcerer know about what went through his mind? The El may have increased his powers, but being close to a powerful energy source left static in the air that made Rune self-aware of his powers and feared setting something ablaze if he wasn't careful. He huffed and maturely stuck out his tongue at the dark mage before turning his head to look at the device in Dominator's hand.

"How does this work?" Flame scratched the back of her neck, "Say it again for some of us to understand."

"It was once connected to the Heart of Henir and will take us straight to the Demon Realm," Dominator wasn't fazed by the Flame Lord's uncertainty. One could say he was beaming on the concept of potential interdimensional traveling, too eager on the new discovery to be bothered by small questions. He chuckled, "No need to thank me."

Flame had her knuckles placed under her chin for support, a thoughtful expression on her face. Rune could see the wires turning as his sister processed the new information and accepted the explanation with a nod.

"And this will transport all of us?" Blade asked.

"Where is this sudden skepticism coming from?" Dominator looked up from the screens to see the mercenary gingerly tapping the surface with his Nasod arm. "Are you doubting my perfect plan?"

"Last machine," the Furious Blade deadpanned. "Bugs." (1)

"You remembered that?" Dominator covered his mouth, but Rune could hear the amusement in his voice. "Anyway, that's in the past. Things will be different this time."

"What machine?" Rune asked. How come Blade got to tinker with Dominator's inventions while he was pushed out for 'messing with important data' when he tried to break into the scientist's lab? He leaned over to see numbers and letters running across Dominator's screen, too quickly for anyone aside from the scientist to understand them.

"It was supposed to kill mosqui-"

"If it could transport enough monsters to fight us, it can handle a dozen of us." Fatal Phantom said with nervous laughter. "How long will it be until it's done setting up?"

"As soon as you all stop talking and let me work." Dominator complained, but the effect was lost in a smile as if pleased by the sudden attention by his teammates. Scanning over the screens for last-minute adjustments, he mumbled to himself, "What else?"

"Elsword," a male voice called. "There you are."

"Ain!" Rune spun to see a blue-haired man in white robes with a somber expression. Spreading his arms in a gestural hug, he exclaimed, "I was starting to think I lost you back there with the Elrianode monsters!"

"You remembered me," Richter blinked, as if the celestial couldn't believe it.

"Of course I do," Rune frowned at his friend's statement, confused to why that surprised the priest.

Richter has been bringing up that topic more lately - memories, missions, whether or not he would be remembered. He thought after near corruption from Henir and apologizing to Timoria in Elrianode, Richter would be more at peace with himself. Quiet as ever, Richter didn't express it, but his eyes crinkled to Rune wrapped his arms around his friend into a tight hug to let him know the redhead was there for him.

A pair of mechanical wings came into view from Rune's peripheral vision, drawing his attention to see Code: Ultimate with Moby and Remy. Arms to her side, the Nasod queen's forehead was framed by a black helmet matching with the rest of her armor, wings folded in to make space for Rune to approach his teammate. Cold and stoic, her face betrayed little as the knight searched for answers to why Ultimate looked so stern.

"Heya, Eve." Rune chirped and let go of Richter. "Are you here to remind me about something?"

"Yes," Ultimate said. Side eying Dominator, who was still mumbling numbers to himself, she placed a hand over Rune's shoulder and nodded to Richter. "If you mind, we need to talk. Away from everyone."

"Both of you?" Rune was flabbergasted when she ushered him to the side, closer to the edge of the woods where the party chose as their new resting area. His hands growing warm at thought of what could have nudged Ultimate and Richter to team up. "What is it?"

It must be serious if they confronted him on an individual basis, was it about Demon Realm? But why Ultimate too? She had no reason to be affected by demons, but it was Richter that worried Rune. The priest was surprisingly impulsive around demons as evident when he lost control in Feita and disappeared. Richter retained his composure since then, but after what happened between him and Timoria last week…

"The El has been temporarily restored because of your interference." Light flickered in her eyes, but Ultimate blinked and it was gone, "It's stable for now, but there isn't much time for us to find a new source before that it becomes unstable again. When entering the Demon Realm, it's best that you let us take care of the demons."

"Huh?" Rune tilted his head to the side.

"Consult us," Richter said. "Think before you act."

Rune opened his mouth in protest, "If this is because of Solace."

"It's because you do things without telling us first," Ultimate snapped. "You discarded yourself without considering the consequences or how the rest of the group would respond. I won't hesitate in fighting if you fail to reassess yourself next time."

Spears drew out from Ultimate, long blades emerging from her back and pointing at Rune to make her point. He snapped his mouth shut at first sign of anger from the Nasod queen, grumbling as he did so, feeling Richter's daggers drilled into the back of his head.

"You wouldn't hurt me, would you Eve?" Rune gave her the best puppy eyes he could make, searching for hints of joking or sarcasm from Ultimate, only to see cold ones staring back.

"We have alchemists on our team to keep you alive." Richter said, yet Rune found little reassurance in those words.

It was naive to believe what Rune did would be dropped in a matter of weeks, but it stung that the more stoic of his friends showed strong emotions. Richter's disappointment was like a sharp blade through his chest, feeling guilty if the celestial had nothing to say and mouthed an incohesive phrase in an unfamiliar tongue.

Uh oh… The priest must be furious if he was swearing in another language.

"What are you guys doing?" Anemos appeared between them. Pulling Rune away from Ultimate, who still had her weapons out, the elf groaned. "We're about to depart and you three are fighting?"

Withdrawing her spears, Ultimate lowered her head. "I apologize. I won't let this happen again."

Rubbed his temples, Rune interjected. "It's nothing. Tell Add we'll be ready in a bit."

Unconvinced, Anemos had her hands on her hips. "Just don't lose your heads over petty fights."

"I'll make sure Elsword is safe," Richter promised the elf.

What happened to the threats on keeping him alive, speared or not by Ultimate? Sparks emitted from Rune's fingertips at the earliest signs of annoyance, a newfound emotion as of lately. He could take care of himself fine! It was clear that his friends were worried for his safety, but he didn't need to be coddled like a child. Maybe it was a bit of pride on his part, but it served as an aching reminder to how far he had to grow if he wanted to be taken seriously.

Rune sighed. Nothing will be accomplished if he didn't keep pushing forward like he always did. No use in dwelling over small things like pride. It wasn't his style. Guilt surfaced once he recognized the sadness in Ultimate's features.

"I don't think you realize the effect you have on people," she uttered. "That's why I'm upset."

That snapped Rune out of his trance and looked at Ultimate in distraught. He had known her for years since they have met in Altera, but this was the closest thing she had come to admitting her emotions out in the open. Confusion hazed his mind as he swallowed down the guilt.

"Now I do," Rune admitted. "That's why I'm trying to make up for everything."

"You don't need to change," Richter said. "Stay the way you are."

Looking at the two, Rune smiled. Their words held weight, but their expressions and body language told another story. Tense from his impulsive decisions, yet they stayed because they trusted him and fussed over him. He had underestimated how much his friends valued him. How he be blind?

A pair of purple cat ears poked from the side of a small bush. Rune blinked and turned his head again, but there was nothing. His paranoia told him it was another corrupted monster, but sneaking around was out of character. Rune sighed and rested his chest over the base of his sword.

"Thanks, guys." Rune said with a smile, "Let's get going before everyone wonders where we went."


Comet Crusader

Cannon laid down by his side, Crusader leaned over and wiped the edges clean with a cloth until it shone. Black soot and ashes smeared over his hands and some fell on his white armor. It was a routine for the guardian of Hamel, one that required diligence to make sure he reached all the corners and sides of the cannon. The destroyer was easily taller than him, but creating and testing new functions to stay up to date with their fighting situation kept Crusader on his toes.

"Chung?"

He looked up to see a man glancing over at him with concern. Wearing a collared shirt with long sleeves cuffed at the end, Cavalier's hair was tied into a thin ponytail trailing behind the half-demon. Balancing on one hand was a blue tray with a tea kettle and pristine teacups in a neat stack of twos or threes. If Cavalier hasn't spoken up, Crusader wouldn't have heard the butler approach him.

"Did you get any sleep?" Cavalier frowned, "You look exhausted."

Wiping his brow, Crusader laughed. "Hardly. Thanks for worrying about me."

Setting the tea tray onto the grass, Cavalier offered him a cup. "Would you care to join me for tea then?"

Crusader nodded.

Using the tea tray for a flat surface, Cavalier held the tea kettle up and carefully poured a cup to offer to Crusader before pouring one for himself. The butler followed the younger male as he grabbed the sugar bowl to drop a couple of sugar cubes into his tea. White clouds turned into mist inside his cup as Crusader stirred the contents with a spoon. Its aromatic smell invited him to take a sip.

It wasn't the first time he had Lanox tea. Apsara's herbal teas had a sharp and bitter taste that reminded him of the earth on summer mornings, but Cavalier's had a clean yet sweet taste at first sip. He let the light and spicy aftertaste linger on the tip of his tongue as the butler spoke.

"You're committed," Cavalier eyed the destroyer on the ground. "You should be resting."

"Ain healed me," Crusader grew defensive.

"Even magic can't heal scars."

Small tugs and stinging sensations strained his muscles at a moment's movement with Crusader setting his teacup down on the tray to pause. With limited resources, potions and elixirs exclusive were weaker and took longer to heal injuries that once recovered within hours. Injuries weren't new for him, especially with stronger enemies waiting for them at every turn, but it pained him in know he was dragging the team down for being hurt.

Burnt marks over his chest were from Nephilim Lord. They were clean cuts, making them easier to clean and bandage every few hours, but the pain inflicted held a constant icy burn over the days he spent healing. He knew the Lord of Spirit Asylum was influenced during the attack, but bitterness lingered as an afterthought. Once again, someone or something reached their goal before they did. How much longer could they do this until the gap between them and their enemies was too much?

"I'm not angry at you," Cavalier said with kindness. "It was a tough battle against Nephilim Lord. You're not the only one that got hurt."

"I know," Crusader stared at the crimson mist hovering over their campsite. "This really is the Demon Realm… Everything here is different than what we've encountered before."

Demon Realm, or as the dark elves dubbed it as Varnimyr had contrasts. Red mist against blue trees and there were numerous moons instead of the suns Elrianode had. Eternal nights overtook the region with many of its inhabitants using their body or external means to brighten the dark forest with fluorescent light. They have found a way to flourish with limited resources.

Crusader had found his strength in recent battles against stronger enemies the longer he fought, but was it enough to withstand future enemies? Far from the El's influence, his powers have weakened and to his astonishment, Cavalier and Ishtar were affected as well.

"I suppose it's different than what we're used to," Cavalier agreed. "But that didn't stop us in Elysion or Elrianode, did it? We sorted out the misunderstanding with Nephilim Lord and are closer to our goal than before."

Crusader wasn't one to ponder over his friends' histories out of respect, but with Cavalier, it was hard not to be curious, if not wary. What was a human like Cavalier doing with a former demon queen and what could have happened to have them act as one unit? Their fighting style synchronized in a way that couldn't have been achieved without magic involved, leaving much to Crusader's imagination to why or how.

No, that was none of his business! The El Search Party were at their most vulnerable in a place outside their comfort. Those two have stayed long enough to have plenty of opportunities to backstab them if that was their intention. He needed to have faith in the Knight Emperor's judgment in letting Cavalier and Ishtar be a part of their group. However, no amount of loyalty in his closest friend could undo the ongoing suspicion he had on a pair of demons, even if one of them was half demon.

"You're right, it's too late to have doubts after coming this far." Crusader was apologetic. "I'm sorry for taking up your time to attend to my needs."

Cavalier said, "I need to be here for my friends too. You don't need to apologize."

"I guess so," Crusader broke into an awkward smile. "Where's Lu?"

Taking his cup in one hand, he held it to his eye level. A unique design of intricate lines cut into the edges to form into flowers native to Lanox, it was a true work of art. He admired the effort his teammate had put into making tea in enemy territory when they should be rushing back to Elrianode to report their findings to the El Masters.

The butler sighed, "Still asleep. It's been a long week for all of us. I won't bother her."

"There you are!"

Purple hair obscured his view with color matching eyes narrowed with displeasure. Cheeks puffed out and bright pink, a look of distraught as Aether Sage folded her arms inward to hug herself. The white jacket she wore slide over her shoulders and the bow on her collar was uncharacteristically uneven today. One might think the woman was hit by a hurricane by the two strands of hair standing over her roots with the rest of her hair in a mess of disarray.

"Have you seen Elsword?" Aether asked out of breath. "He's gone!"

Rubbing his chin, Cavalier shook his head sullenly. "He offered to help me with the chores this morning, but I saw him just an hour ago. Have you checked his tent?"

She sighed. "I told him not to move around after that fight. Why doesn't he ever listen?"

"Let me go look for him," Cavalier said. "He might be training with Raven again. Why don't you and Chung search the surrounding areas?"

Lowering his cup onto a tea plate, Cavalier set it down to grab a platter of pastries over to his left. Croissants, fruit tarts, and bread rolls stacked on top of one another with slices of preserved meat in between. Placing inside a small cloth bag for storage, it was enough food to last them for a few meals.

"You don't think he's going to be gone for that long, do you?" Alarm rose in Aether's voice in response to seeing what was meant to be their rations. "He's been fine before."

"We are in Demon Realm," Crusader placed his hand on his destroyer for support to stand up. Quiet grunts escaped from his lips as he struggled to find his footing, leaning against his weapon. "Even with the dark elves on our side, demons are waiting for us."

"I know that," Aether snapped. "That idiot better not do something stupid again."

One moon hung over his shoulder with light soaking into their path as he and Aether walked past their campsite in search for their missing teammate. Radiant colors danced off the fungi and fauna lining up the dirt road, glowing faintly in time to the chilling breeze sending shivers down his skin. An eerie silence occupied alongside their heavy footsteps with quiet sighs and breathing from either of them. With better luck, maybe Cavalier could find Knight before they had to consider researching past familiar territory.

"Was there something you needed Elsword for?" Crusader asked.

"I was going to check his bandages," she said. "Ain can't always be there for him."

Blinking a few times, he looked at her in confusion. "I suppose so. Did he say anything about where he went?"

"Elsword said he needed to talk to the dark elves again," Aether groaned. "That was this morning. He should have been back by now, but his stuff is still gone. He needs to stop acting like he's alone in this, we're here too!"

"I don't think that's why he does things alone."

"What do you know what about Elsword thinks?" She was hard-pressed to let Crusader back down, demanding answers and glaring at the guardian of Hamel.

Despite knowing her for years, it surprised Crusader to see the mage initiate interactions with Knight, who often buried her head into books with a sandwich in hand outside of battles. What brought on the sudden change in tune? After rescuing Knight from the El, something happened to make Aether stay close, her attention always drawn back to the redhead. Harsh words from before softened into mild comments on Knight needed to look after himself more. Her tough exterior always wavered to reveal a gentler side for her friends as evident when she approached Crusader to help. She was stubborn about showing her emotions, but she didn't let her pride stop her from seeking help. It was something Crusader admired about the mage.

If Knight went back to talk to the dark elves, he couldn't be far, but the village's location remained unknown. Unless he had gone back to talk to Edith, the dark elf elder who granted them an ear to listen to their side of the story after the El Search party was caught by their sentry guardians. Were the dark elves still there? Crusader saw the tents waiting for them in a distance. What could be on Knight's mind to seek the dark elves first instead of his friends?

"What am I doing losing my temper with you? You're not Elsword." Aether rubbed her temples, "I shouldn't have said any of that. It's just frustrating feeling like he left us again."

"Well, he does what he thinks is right, even if it means going through demons." Crusader chuckled, "We'll catch up to him."

"Then we better hurry," she tugged on her white gloves to tighten them with her stuff between her arms. "I don't want to look like a fool because he did all the fighting without us."

Striking her staff overhead, water danced across her feet from the puddles and morning dew, lifting her feet to leap as the stream turned into solid ice. Awe and wonder stole Crusader's concentration as Aether landed on her feet and slid over the frozen path with her hair flying from behind. Thin layers of frost brushed over the ice in powdered snow, water droplets surfacing before freezing again from the cold air. Flowered patterns overlapped as Aether slid forward to form a path with magic emitting from her staff.

Mud mixed with thin layers of ice made it difficult for Crusader to skate without losing his balance. Aether didn't seem to notice his struggle and was already several meters ahead with her head held up high. Following after his teammate, all Crusader could do was to make sure he wouldn't lose the mage in the fog.


Flame Lord

"I'm back!"

Out of breath, Rune waved his arm over his head, red hair mopped over his head in disarray not unlike a bushfire. Walking from behind him were Richter and Ultimate, maintaining stoic expressions on smooth features as the first hint that they weren't of human origin. Their walking movements had the same grace as angels. Anemos was the last to appear with her arms crossed with mild frustration from the way she bit into her inner cheek. Did something happen back there without her knowledge?

"Took you long enough," Dominator scoffed. He tucked his bangs behind his left ear, only for it fall back and cover his eye again. "If you walk off again, we're leaving you behind."

"That won't be necessary," Ultimate gave the scientist a cold glare.

Attentive and precise in the smallest details, the care Dominator placed into a device that wasn't of his creation impressed the Flame Lord. It reminded her of the kind of care she placed into cleaning her claymore in between battles. According to Dynamo, it has been over an hour since Dominator made adjustments to stabilize it. There was something mesmerizing in watching him work with something Flame had little understanding of.

Half of the El Search Party grew restless from the wait and drifted away in groups of twos and threes. Phantom sat on the floor to clean his phantom shooters. Blade and Abysser recounted their supplies in preparation for the upcoming journey, a quiet discussion among themselves with Timoria giving them tips on rationing food. Devi said little, but the Haan warrior held a steady gaze when their eyes met.

"Do we all have to hold it to activate it?" Flame asked. From what Blade had told her, an earlier invention held a similar function as to what Dominator was currently working on.

The scientist's brows rose, "It should work as long as we're all touching each other while one of us holds the device."

"So we should hold hands," Rune grabbed the scientist's arm and cheered. "I'll be your partner!"

"Don't decide things for me without my permission!" Dominator protested.

Flame's heart fluttered as Dynamo blinked pink ("It's magenta!" Dominator huffed.), her skin patched with sweat not because of the sparks threatening to escape from her warm palms. They were doing it. Demon Realm was minutes away from their reach.

Entering the strange dimension demons considered to be home was something she had anticipated for years. It was a strategic decision to initiate their attack on the source of their troubles in Elrios. Yet her heart couldn't stop racing on the idea of threading into enemy territory with limited resources. Timoria was a demon, but how useful could her knowledge be if they were going to be outnumbered? Learning the mechanics on how the place functioned, its origins, and going there was surreal for the fire knight.

"Add, the machine." Flame breathed. Turning her head over to the rest of their party, she cried. "Grab someone's hand and don't let go!"

Quick to act, Phantom searched for Dominator's hand with his silver shooters hanging off his belt and his arm extended. Ultimate followed suit and let Timoria and Abysser hold hands with the rest of the El Search Party. Blade was with Anemos and Richter, hands hooked together to form into a chain behind them. At the end of the long line was Oz, standing her ground as the gravel around them hovered from the earth shaking. Black gloved hands grabbed Flame's with no hesitance, a familiar grip leaving little surprise in seeing Devi next to her.

Flashing light burned her retinas as Flame struggled to keep them open in search for red hair. Concern was as foreign of a concept as raisin cookies were to Timoria, but it was a strong emotion driving the 'what ifs' running through her head. Flame reached for Rune's hand in the blind. Gravity pressed against them as static encaved the group and lifted them off their feet. Fear latched onto Flame's subconscious with the knight struggling to not to fall over with nothing to grab onto. Her fingers slipped from Devi's grasp and gasped.

Everything stopped. Her weight brought her back to earth with the Flame Lord crash landing with her face first. Bleh! Demon dirt!

Her sides hurt when Flame rolled over with her elbows on the floor. She dug her hands into dry crumbled soil, a dusty brown tinted with red. She took deep breaths. The rustic foreign landscape reminded her of Lanox, but the humidity was that of Feita. Mist hovered over the blue and purple-hued grass, or was it because it was nighttime with two (no, three!) moons overhead. Demon Realm looked different than what she imagined.

Strong and steady, claymore maintained its balance as Flame drew out her weapon, a black blade bearing markings in gold writing. Flame held her guard up with her legs spread apart with claymore in one hand and fire building up in her other. Gold sparks flared up and burst into flames from her blade at the feeling to someone tapping her on the shoulder.

They were faster and twirled to disarm her, pulling claymore away and grabbing her arms, pinning the fire user and bearing tiny fangs into a wide grin.

"Looks like Add's plan worked." Devi balanced claymore with her fingertips before tossing it back to its owner. "Did I surprise you?"

"I could have burned you!" Flame protested.

Devi giggled, "Hopefully that'll be the last time we do that."

It took Flame a moment to force her temperature down to stop the heat from traveling up to her face and leaving her tongue-tied on being snuck on by Devi. Black bangs obscured one side of Devi's face with the back of her hair was tied into a tight bun by a multitude of hairpins. The longer ends of her dress fanned out to touch the ground.

"Where are you going?"

"Anywhere but here," Flame tucked claymore back to its strap. She strained her eyes for Oz's iconic pointed hat or Richter's radiant aura shining like a lighthouse between the misty terrain. Timoria and Abysser could avoid arousing trouble because they were demons, but what about the others? She held faith in her friends to stay hidden until they were reunited, but where was Rune? He wasn't one to keep a low profile for long.

"You're eager to fight," Devi said with glee. She took Flame's hand, "Your hands are getting hot."

"I'm not," Flame felt sick. She needed to find Dominator and give the scientist a talk for alternative traveling methods that didn't make her want to throw back whatever Furious Blade made for lunch. "Have you seen anyone else from our group?"

"No." Concern graced her pale features, "What's putting you on the edge?"

"Nothing," Flame clenched her fists. "Let's find everyone and go."

"Do you really think this will be resolved that quickly?" Devi asked with no humor in a dark chuckle. "Our poor luck won't let that happen."

Blue light flashed across the sky like fireworks and rained overhead. Fire whistled and burst into violent flames for all to see, trees trembled and tectonic plates shifted to loosen the soil from beneath. She struggled to keep her footing as she charged to the chaos, covering her face and coughing. The smoke and fire made it hard to breathe. Each step grew heavy as she dragged her foot over to where she heard voices. Flame didn't check to see if Devi was behind her.

Between a grove of trees were monsters with extra limbs and moved around mechanically, but they were too fluid and organic like to be a machine. Blue web-like veins etched through their bodies and illuminated the destruction they left behind. How did the Elrianode monsters follow them into Demon Realm?

Orange light blazed from behind, Devi throwing herself through the air and her spear pierced into a Skin Splitter. Blood blotted out from the monster through its armored skin with an inhuman screech. Mutated monsters crawled around them and hissed in response to the hot fumes created from Flame's palms, all of them disintegrating into ashes from the contact of her fire. Runes showered over the monsters to set ablaze.

"Sis!"

Rune's voice rang over the chaos. Scars decorated his exposed skin with the redhead beaming.

"Elsword!" Flame cried.

Behind him was a creature that towered over most humans and had a multitude of long appendages as limbs to support its weight. Glossed armor-plated around its "shoulders" if that was what one would call them and had half a dozen eyes moving and blinking all at once. Metallic appendages shot out and curled around Rune's arms and legs, pinning him to the ground and limiting his movement. His pupils were dilated with the beast reflecting off the lights of his eyes.

Flame raced to find a way to climb onto the monster and pull her brother out, but someone else beat her to it.

A harsh breeze picked up, two shadows in the form of Timoria and Abysser appeared to slam their bodies against the Spatio Reaper and causing it to tumble, putting out the fire hazard created by the Sieghart siblings. Silver bullets hit the creature in the chest just below from where Rune was positioned. A young man in plated armor pursued after the creature with pistols at his arsenal. Anemos and Phantom Phantom!

"Ignis..." Fire enclaved around the red knight. "Crusher!"

Fireballs hit the Spatio Reaper's exterior, melting away a thin layer of its armor and dripping out an unnatural blue liquid from its pores. Attacking it did little to slow down its sluggish but persistent movements that caused the ground to shudder while Rune squirmed in its grasp.

"No!" Flame choked on blood and saliva. Her legs were heavy lifting them and forcing herself to stay upright. Smoke and fire hindered her vision. Where was it taking Rune? "Must keep going…"

Her eyelids grew heavy and everything faded to black.


Notes:

"Bugs." (1) - Raven was sent back in time in his webtoon "Company" Double Crow when he touched Add's invention designed to kill mosquitoes by sending them back in time. Yes, Add invented such a thing.


Author Notes:

Be sure leave a review and share your lovely thoughts! I've been so excited to write this fic and make it work to write 24+ characters interacting with each other. I had fun writing from everyone's different perspectives and hope to upload the next chapter by next month or so. Thank you dezimaton for beta reading!