Listen to her yap.

The mighty elven woman's fingers spread to place upon her upper bust as her eyes focus on you from across the glade, up from her cushion, and between both her right and left hand soldiers she stands with a pride becoming of one so beautiful and who holds such power, despite her arrogance. Leaves and branches shake and whistle by a breeze which wafts through her long, tendril-like white hair, and with the surreal sheen of underwater light reflected over her fair skin by an artifact still hidden, it's quite the view to behold. It reminds you briefly of when you first met, as if once again deep beneath the sea, though she's far from her domain. When she speaks again, as always, her voice carries out with such **** that it demands the attention of anyone nearby.

"I am Gwynevere," she introduces herself yet again, much to the exhaustion of some. "Lady of Shadows. The Deep One. She Who Lurks in the Dark. Conduit of Seno'nojoch. I am who those of Nureteru fear most... The witch who children are taught to be wary of at night, and the true ruler of the sea. King Agam is nothing more than a fool. If I were to tell him what to do, he would follow my words like strings upon the limbs of a weak-minded puppet. I am more than an elf, or a rogue, but a phantom instilled with great power by an ancient nightmare. Though the ocean is like that of my garden, I have travelled far to grace you with a blessing most divine, my physical self. Gaze upon me, and if you must take a knee, it would be more than understood."

Most of your people seem unaffected. Though Tom grips his weapon nervously, and you notice that Anastasia has subtly scooted closer to where you stand. Out of everybody, she seems the most tense, as she has the least idea of what's going on.

Unrelated to anything really happening, Eva is squirming the most. Perhaps recognizing her vulnerability, as if spotting a frightened rabbit in the wild, Niki raises her shield up in front of her and locks her attention on the Demon King ahead. Not far behind her stands Amara, and all three of them stand hardly a few steps forward and to the right of where you are. The rest are scattered in a line behind you.

Before you know it, and perhaps the same extends to her, Anastasia bumps her arm against your side. It seems she's accidentally moved too close. Suddenly, she blushes and steps away, and does her best to pretend you aren't staring back at her.

"Nobody's going to take a knee," says Niki. "There's only one person here who I'd do that for, and he's a lot cooler than you."

"Yeah! Not even me... unless you lift that dress a little more," Fang mutters.

"You underestimate me," Gwyn says with a sneer. She raises one hand, and when she does, the floating anglermaid beside her reacts.

Anyana, in only a moment, both retrieves an arrow and nocks it. Though by the time she pulls the string back, several of your people respond, especially Niki who not only continues to guard Eva with her shield, but also Amara with her body as she readies herself for an attack.

The first and most immediate reaction, however, is from right behind you. There's a strange noise of moving parts and the buzz of arcane energy, and by the time you turn a glance to see, there's an arm cannon aimed just to the side of your shoulder. Alice's stare doesn't break. The entirety of her right appendage has transformed, and it hums with a latent charge of magic. While she watches all three of them, her weapon is aimed at their archer.

It causes the anglermaid to hesitate. She doesn't have time to raise the weapon up, so she keeps it resting at the level of her stomach.

You raise your hand next. "It's all right," you assure your allies. "I really don't think she's here to fight. Gwyn, just tell us the reason already, before I can't hold my friends back anymore. We've been through a lot. Don't let our outfits fool you. We might be in swimsuits, but we're far from defenseless, and our patience is gonna run thin."

Gwynevere frowns. "Relax." Then with a flick of her wrist, her ally once again returns the arrow into its quiver. "I did not just wish to speak with you, nor am I so generous as to travel far just so you can look upon my body. There is something you will do for me. And while it seems you have already fallen your enemy, I will still find a way to repay the favour, as I am nothing if not a woman of my word. I would not ask for something in return for nothing. Hear me now, as this is not a story of ancient diamonds, though at least you'll have a jewel to behold," she says while gesturing the tips of her fingers down her body. "It is a story of a monster to be slain."

"Yes!" Niki cheers, throwing caution to the wind as her arms strike towards the sky. Next to her stands Ariusia all of the sudden who has a similar expression, and in a moment of excitement, the two of them grab each other's hands in a gesture of bonding.

Eva's feet lift and lower back and forth as she continues to fidget in place, not with arms wrapped around her barely clothed bust. "C-Can you put that shield up again?" she asks.

"Huh? But I don't think we're fighting yet."

The fiendish elf clears her throat in an attempt to regain attention, though she has no keys to jingle, so she'll need to speak more quickly if she doesn't wish to lose the attention of her audience. "While I am most dangerous on my own, what truly allowed me to reach where I am today is by aid from my patron Seno'nojoch. Years ago, I made with him a pact, and in return for the power he bestowed upon me, he occasionally speaks to me and tasks me to complete certain quests. Of course I could likely complete this one alone, though it will be much easier and I may get it over with more quickly with your aid. So, Demon King Warren, you and I are here to fight, not each other, but one you will soon meet."

"I think this is all rather quite rude," Luna speaks up, much to your surprise. "Of course we expected the possibility of combat, though this was also meant to be our vacation, and I'd rather return to the island's soft sand."

"Indeed." Vodrani grabs Tom by the wrist and pulls him in close. "You're interrupting our date as well."

Gwyn hops up onto the cushion to stand tall above all others, and she extends out her hand towards her jellymaid companion. As she does, she's handed something long and cylindrical. It looks like some sort of relic, perhaps even made from solid ruby, which would surely make it worth a small fortune if true. It's about the size of her head, and it's slim enough for her to wrap her fingers entirely around it. It's difficult to see from here, but it also looks like there are intricate carvings of faces decorating the shaft, while the tip is different than all the rest. It's golden and round.

"What's that?" Eva asks. "Some sort of magic weapon?"

She squeezes it tight. "Open those long ears of yours and you will receive your answer, for this here is the key." At last, she takes a deep breath in and explains. "Long ago, there were a series of islands here known as the Ouran Archipelago, and upon them resided a powerful man known in story as the Summerlord, pact-holder of Luminos the Blinding. The power of the sun was bestowed upon him, and with it, he made the archipelago his home. He was not without enemies, however. Seno'nojoch has long hated Luminos the Blinding, and over many years, he sunk all but one of these islands into the sea. Only one remains, but it has stood too strong to be destroyed. This is because the Summerlord still lives.

"I know not if he fell into his slumber by his own accord or if it was the doing of somebody else, though he has slept here for a long time. Within my grasp, however, is the means to awaken him, and when I do, he will finally show himself, and I will carry out my patron's desire. My quest is simple. Sink the final island of the Ouran Archipelago. So stand back, as soon you will have **** but to fight. When the Summerlord emerges, he will assume all present are servants of Seno'nojoch. I will now activate the relic by the means explained to me."

Her fingers carefully curl around the artifact's shaft while she holds the base in her other hand. Slowly at first, she runs her grip up to the tip golden, and then to the bottom again. Her hand slides easily over the smooth, gemstone-like material, and as she continues, her pace slowly increases. As she does, it flashes with light. Her caress quickens, stroking it both harder and faster, and when she does, the glow becomes brighter.

Fang clears her throat. "Uh... So, is anyone gonna say anything? I can't be the one who always says it."

"Why are you jerking it off?" you ask.

Gwynevere's ears twitch as she hears your words, and her face suddenly floods with colour. "I-I am not doing what you just said. Please do not act so juvenile." But right after she speaks, she looks down at the vibrant relic in her grasp as she's **** to face the reality of the situation. She can't stop, however, and is made to keep jerking it off in front of everybody. Clearly it's working, but she's realized how embarrassing things must look. Still, she tries to save face as best she can. "Th-This is an ancient technique, and soon you w-will see."

You watch, but it's taking longer than anyone expected, especially her. "Faster. Harder," you say.

"I will kill you!" she shrieks with widened eyes.

Suddenly, the golden tip throbs. The entire relic pulses in her hand, and the light shines so bright it becomes difficult to observe. As aggressively as she can, she strokes it until it finally reaches its climax. The tip opens, and a stream of glistening light pierces the heavens, and along with it comes the deafening sound of a rooster in the morning time. All those in the area cover their ears and avert their eyes as the birds nearby rush off into the sky, and for a moment, it seems even the sun is more luminous than before. Finally, when all is done, everyone looks around with great interest. Gwyn also seems on edge, as she isn't exactly certain what happens next.

The relic in her hand droops down, limp.

Ariusia snickers. "Well I hope it worked. It'll take some time to recharge if not."

"T-Take this from me," Gwyn says, tossing it from her grasp back into the hands of Nelli the jellymaid. She then wipes her hands on her dress, though nothing is actually on them.

You hold up Lauo, which still glows a vibrant shade of pink. "... So now what?" you ask.

"Prepare for battle!" shouts the elf. "Observe me, Seno'nojoch. Today, this island is yours at last!"