Face him.

He stands confidently across the glade, dimly lit in a single torch's flickering light. His immaculate, dark blue suit is trimmed with gold and tailored to fit his tall, broad physique. His fingers are adorned in rings, though you only glance them briefly before they retreat crossed behind his back, beneath a cloak darker than night. His hair is a radiant gold, long, and slicked perfectly back, past ears that are nearly elven, though not quite as long. The strangest aspect of his new body is still the two faint lines over his eyes and down his face. While it isn't entirely like Alice, it still reminds you of the same. Elok Daven--the artificer, the Earthling, the Demon King.

Next is Anastasia Phairgem, a pure and righteous cleric of Varat. Her hair is a shade of red as vibrant as Yin's body, and it flows elegantly down past her shoulders. Her suit of armour is still the most practical you've seen. While you haven't been to the kingdom north of Tivera, and you haven't even been in Abso for a year, you still feel as if you'd experience culture shock if you ever went. From what you know, everyone dresses and acts far more conservatively, all because of the Church of Lasis. Either way, Anastasia stands ready with a shield trapped to one of her arms and a mace wielded in the other. Her belt holds a golden censer on a chain. You remember when you first met her. She was trying to exorcize Mela!

Lastly, there's Meti the jinn yet again. She was at Castle Phoenix only a day prior, and was the reason the Shard of Draconax was temporarily disabled, though you remember specifically locking her away. Her pale red, nearly white hair is tied back into a ponytail by blue beads as always. She peers at you quietly from the shadows with all three of her eyes. You've never seen her dress in anything other than her skimpy, blue, belly dancer garb, decorated by many silver rings. Truly, she's the most unpredictable of Elok's allies. Jinn have the ability to magically store items they find, so there's no telling what sort of trinkets she could pull out at a moment's notice. It's why her kind are often hunted. When one is slain, their entire hoard of magical loot is expelled.

"She escaped?" you ask aloud. "I shouldn't be surprised."

You and Nyllia stand adjacent, ready for anything, while the sky above is filled with the unsetting, mischievous laughter of a pixie succumbed to madness.

"I didn't think our final battle would come so soon," you boast. "But I'm feeling fine. So face me, Elok. It'll save me a lot of time and effort to cut you down right here, right now."

He speaks. As before, his voice is deep and smooth, yet effortlessly powerful. "This is far from the finale, Kyle."

"So you're planning to run away already?"

His brow shifts subtly. While he may be confident, he's still a mortal man with real emotion, and he likely values his pride above all else. "Your ally has ascended to a form beyond a paltry pixie. When her level reached ten, her true potential was unlocked. Long has Breiah awaited this today. She'll be happy to see the result in person."

"She looks like an unseelie," Nyllia comments.

"What's that?" you ask.

"Effectively an evil, twisted pixie."

"You're on the right track, but that isn't quite the case," speaks Elok. "She is no mere unseelie, but Aridni, a dark reflection of her own mind. In this state, her wild desires are free to flourish, and her abilities are amplified." He then turns his head up towards her. After clearing his throat, he speaks out even louder than before. "Aridni! Return with us now, and we'll have endless fun with this world as our toybox."

Delphi cackles. "Ooh, that does sound fun. Buuuut, I'm not done playing around here."

Before even he can react, Meti gasps in surprise. Before she knows it, her entire body is wrapped by glowing purple bands. They yank her arms behind her back, bind her breasts, and wedge between her legs. She's pulled up into the air in bondage, forcing a gasp and a moan from her lips as the **** digs in deep. She swings back and forth like a pendulum above, writhing in her bindings with no hope of escape. Her face flushes, as the more she pulls, the tighter they seem to get. To make matters worse, she doesn't wear much to begin with. The fabric around her legs start at her thighs, meaning she's effectively wearing bikini bottoms. Her top, held closed by a silver sun, struggles to stay on as her tits are squeezed. "Ah~! Wh-What's happening, Lord Daven?"

Anastasia is taken next. While her armour partly saves her from embarrassment, she's still pulled up into the air to swing near the other. However, that doesn't last long. Delphi's ropes aren't as they usually are. They move quicker and with far more precision. No longer are they merely like a spider's web, but also like serpents that slither around the cleric's body to remove each latch of her suit of armour. Plates fall to the grass one by one until she's left in the clothes she wears beneath--dark, brownish red tunic and grey trousers. Now that her body is unprotected, the ropes curl around her into the same bindings as they did with Meti, and despite how she normally dresses, she's hiding an incredible body beneath. Her bust is propped up and squeezed, her arms are **** behind herself, but once it all tightens between her legs, she lets out a shriek. "N-Not there~!" she cries in desperation. Even more than her ally, she frantically flails in place, but her face quickly flushed crimson as the rope slips back and forth between the lips of her pussy.

At nearly the same time, a third victim is captured. Nyllia is yanked from her feet. As this happens, her sword clatters to the ground. Her suit of armour seems to be far more difficult to remove, so the magical bands around her body don't bind her in the same manner. Instead, a few hold her up, while the rest wiggle down past her collar and into the interior. They wiggle around inside, causing Nyllia to gasp in both surprise and embarrassment. You can't see what they're attacking, but even the noble elven adventurer is flushed about what's transpiring.

"Ahahaha! Swing, swing, swing my toys!" Delphi shouts with a wide, toothy grin. It's incredible that she suddenly has the power to completely retrain three powerful individuals, especially the famous Lady Nyllia Tesgella.

That leaves you with Elok.

"Is this part of your plan too? Kinda weird," you comment.

"Not exactly, but no matter. I had a feeling that such a thing could happen. Pixies are whimsical and mischievous by nature. To ascend one beyond would likely result in such insanity. Once she tires herself out, she'll come with me. Not only will you lose an ally this day, but I'll gain one even more powerful."

"I'm so tired of hearing your voice." You twist your blade, grasp it with both hands, and bolt forwards with incredible speed.

Elok Daven raises a hand. "Summon Sword!" he shouts. From his palm, blue energy fires out to the side like a bolt of lightning, though it stops short and shapes itself into that of a weapon. He closes his hand around the handle, and in the same motion, places his other hand against the flat of the blade. "Flare Blade," he speaks next. As he runs his hand to the tip, the weapon bursts into a roaring flame. He does both so quickly that he's still able to bring his blade up and stop your strike at the final moment.

There's an incredible strength behind his parry. Your arms are thrown to the side, though before he can thrust forwards, you duck and sneak beneath his arms for a slash towards his midsection. You can feel the heat over your head, but you don't care. At the point of contact, you feel it connect, though only with the front of his suit. His clothes slice open leaving a thin trail of blood, though he leaps backwards to collect himself.

I can't feel the same power as I did during the invasion. Nyllia is amazing, but with Delphi mentally indisposed, I only have one ally to bolster my strength. If everyone was here, he wouldn't stand a chance. Still, I have to fight. I already landed a hit before he did. First blood is mine.

Elok's body begins to crackle with a familiar energy. It's as he was at the end of the Sports Festival. Lightning scorches the grass near his feet, and slowly, he lifts a few feet into the air without a single spell cast. A calm smile remains on his face as the light wound on his torso slowly disappears. "Mend," he speaks, and his tear on his clothing seals up as well. "Now Kyle. Don't truly turn this into our final battle. If I slay you here and now, you won't be able to see my rule come to fruition."

"I--"

He's too fast. You try to speak, but he dashes through the air with such terrifying speed that all you can do is attempt to dodge. His flaming strike narrowly misses your shoulder, and you're **** to hurl yourself into a tumble through the grass.

Meanwhile, Nyllia clenches her teeth and grabs her plated gauntlets around the ropes that bind her. She struggles through the humiliating pleasure beneath her armour and climbs her way up closer to the Dark Fairy above.

However, Delphi peers back down at her. "Ooh. Naughty girl. I'm clearly not yet deep enough inside if you can still--"

"This is boring!" the elf shouts back.

Taken completely off guard, Delphi hesitates for a moment before replying. "Excuse me?"

"Magical rope? That is all you have? The real Delphi would be far more creative. Do you not possess such incredible powers as even shrinking people down?"

"... Hmm. You're right!" She grins wide once again and cackles wildly.

Suddenly, all three girls above begin to spin like a ceiling fan above your battle. However, said fight is interrupted when you both stop to stare up at what's occurring. Clouds of glitter start to cover the area--glistening, purple powder. After that, everything is a blur.