Death will be able to at least speak and consent to the Word's offer of direct assistance."
Looking back, I noticed the Time Master was gone. "Where did Time go?!" I hissed.
"Don't trouble yourself with him," the Soul Crusher replied, moving past me as he took out his scythe. "Let's give this ass the beating of a million lifetimes. I've had enough of his nonsense."
The Spirit Bender raised his hand. Behind him, I caught a glimpse of Death's hands pressed against the ice. Oh, she was definitely down there, under some kind of ancient seal. I wanted to know how he'd pulled this off, in the first place, but the entire planet was gradually working itself up to send out the devastating pulse that would ignite the fae sanctuaries, turning them into lethal weapons against entire civilizations.
"I think you missed the part where I said I have spent a long time preparing for this, brother. Did living inside Zetos ruin your ability to comprehend basic sentences, Soul?" Spirit asked.
"I may be a little rusty, Spirit, but I am superior to you," Soul said. "It's time I reminded you of this simple, indisputable truth."
Something tugged at my heart. At the same time, Death slapped the ice. Thump. Thump. Thump. I wanted to move closer, but I couldn't. The specters were riled up, staring at Spirit's hand as if waiting for his signal.
Oh, crap. They are literally waiting for his signal. The hand in the air. That was it. But I needed to get closer to Death. I had a feeling she needed me.
"Can I use Thieron to break the seals?" I asked, looking at Phantom, who brushed off her frilly nightgown, visibly disgusted by how close the specters had gotten to roughing her up.
She shook her head.
"Thieron is but a toothpick without Death," the Spirit Bender said. "I must say, you're all overreacting. Why don't we just sit back and watch the rest of the ritual unfold? It's not like you can do anything about it anymore, anyway."
Amelia charged him, raising Yamani's scythe. "You're destroying my world, you monster!" she shouted. The Soul Crusher waved a hand and threw her to the side like a limp ragdoll.
"What the hell?!" Raphael blurted, rushing to get to Amelia.
Soul shot him a cold stare. "Unless you're one of us, you don't stand a chance against the Spirit Bender."
This felt like a standstill, and I didn't like it. I'd come here armed with hope and determination. I could feel Thieron aching to slice the Spirit Bender into little bits and pieces, until there was nothing left of him.
"Last chance before I let the Oompa-Loompas loose," Spirit said, quite amused, hand still in the air. "Shall we kick back with some drinks and popcorn and adjust to a new world? Or will you be stupid enough to challenge me?"
Thieron's energy burst through me like wildfire. I settled into an attack stance. There was only one answer to be given, and only one way in which this would all end. Against the odds. Against the fear, the despair, the crippling grief.
I'd had enough of a Reaper's tantrums. We'd lost too much. Enough is enough.
"Give me everything you've got," I said. "I'll pay you back in kind."
Riza
Seeing Taeral like this filled me with unexpected energy.
As he and the Spirit Bender clashed, the battle began.
Despite my fears and exhaustion, both physical and mental, I felt a renewed sense of self. Images of my parents flashed through my mind. They were depending on me, on all of us, to pull through. Glancing at Herakles, I knew that he was part of the reason why I'd been holding on with such fierce stubbornness. For us. For me. For every single living creature in this universe.
None of us had asked for such a titanic responsibility, yet it had been thrust upon us, nonetheless. I couldn't bring myself to walk away from it. The only way was forward.
As the specters jumped us, we all fought as hard as we could. Amelia, Taeral, and the Reapers had scythes. Lumi and Nethissis channeled the Word's amplified powers. The rest of us were in danger, because these modified spirits could potentially kill us—and there were so many of them.
But even so, we did not back down.
Herakles used every weapon in his arsenal. The blades. The sword. Even his claws. I cast magic and teleported myself around the frozen lake, helping my friends wherever I could. If there was a specter creeping up on Eva, I'd be the