Escape the dungeon.

Bunny Hop! While the Dungeon Core may have been able to warp around the enchanted catacombs, you're free to travel through the very skies of Abso itself. As you appear in the air a short distance above the courtyard, you feel the wind flow through your brown hair. You take a deep breath as the chilly autumn breeze fills your lungs, and then you active your magic boots to float safely to the ground in front of the others.

At this point, much of Castle Phoenix has appeared in the area, whether they come close to peek from a distance. William stands beside Trin, who is still in dragon form, while Jelly hangs her head dejectedly. She lost her clothing after all. Luna crosses her arms and looks to her with a knowing smirk. While the girl did lose what she said she wouldn't, the moth isn't foolish, and knows all of you had just gone through a lot. There's pride in her eyes, though she still must scold her for the one thing at least. She chuckles and wraps the slime girl in a big, white blanket.

Jelly smiles once again. She wiggles her face against its soft fluff. "Thank you, Luna."

Mela, in her puppet-like body, approaches her next. "What did you learn on your adventure, Jelly?"

"Ooh. So, so much! I don't know where to start," Jelly responds.

Meanwhile, Amara hurries up to you. She takes a sudden hold of your head and forces you to face her. With one hand, she threads her fingers through your hair and holds the back of your neck steady. With her other, she wipes across the surface wound on your face. She caresses down you cheek and whispers, "Minor Heal," as she causes the sting to fade, and the wound to close, even if it wasn't that deep. "You should not go on such a dangerous adventure without a healer."

William, with one hand in his pocket, raises his other and solemnly nods. "My mistake. I didn't expect such a turn of events, nor did I choose one of my healers to come. However, I did have backup plans if requires. In pocket, I have some potions, and they--"

"You did not bring a healer either?" Amara snaps back. "Yet you were the one who invited him, yes?"

"Aah. Yes. Well, if you'll allow me to--"

"So much for being the analytical one," Vivi mutters with a smirk.

William gives up. He pats the side of Trin and says, "Shall we get you something to wear?"

Trin, who was trying not to sob, suddenly tears up. "My clothes!" she whines. "I can't believe I lost them all after all!"

"Here, sweetie." Luna approaches the dragon and touches a second, identical blanket to her side. "Take this. Then come speak with me, and we can work out some sort of a trade. I'm a seamstress, you see. If you describe to me your outfit, perhaps I can recreate it, or even improve it."

"... I appreciate that, but I doubt you can make it any better. It was the cutest outfit you'd have ever seen."

"I'm sure it was. But it'll be all right."

The dragon hangs its head. Then, her body shifts and changes. It doesn't take long for her to transform back into her regular petite stature, and she does so straight into the blanket offered. Luna wraps it around her, and she holds it close. The softness brings a smile to her face.

After this happens, Amara makes her way over and places her hands upon the girl's bare shoulder. With another, "Minor Heal," she helps restore strength and stamina back to the injured dragon. She then begins to wipe the wound clean. Thankfully, it didn't do that much. Trin is a silver dragon after all. It would take a lot more than a single shot to the shoulder to leave any kind of noteworthy injury.

A new challenger then enters the battle. Garbed in a figure-fit crimson qipao is the most modest dragoness Malakae Vraelion. She struts her stuff as she sashays into the group with glorious golden locks and horns adorned in jewels. She brushes a hand back through her bangs as she silently scoffs with no more than a piercing gaze at those in front of her, though they lock immediately on Trin as soon as she notices her presence. In that moment, her scaley tail snaps straight, and her demeanour changes. "Who is that?" she asks.

"That's Trin," you answer. "A silver dragon, and ally of William."

She snickers. Then, she bursts into a fit of obnoxious laughter. "A silver dragon? Oh that's classic. Of course your inferior rival Demon King would have an inferior type of dragon in his numbers. Hilarious."

Trin snaps her attention to Malakae. "Excuse me? What did you say?" she mutters, stepping forwards.

Malakae moves closer as well. "You know what I said. Silver is obviously inferior to gold. Ask any tradesman and they'll tell you the same thing."

Still garbed in nothing more than a blanket, Trin turns and crosses her arms with a smile. "I don't know. I think gold a little gaudy, don't you, William?"

He looks to you nervously. "Ah. This is unfortunate. The only time Trin becomes competitive is around other dragons," he whispers to you. "It's best to stay out of it and let her ramble on. If they start fighting, just worry about repairing your home afterwards."

"I don't like the sound of that," you reply.

"Gaudy? What a ridiculous notion. Gold is the more valuable of the two. Not only that, I'm Malakae Vraelion, as in daughter of the famous Vraelion family?"

"Weren't you guys invaded by your dad? I thought you denounced him."

Malakae's face turns red. "How dare you!"

"I guess you're just regular Malakae then. A lone, saggy, old dragon."

She leans in close. "Listen here, you silver baby. Just because I'm taller, curvier, and bustier than you, doesn't mean you need to empty your envy upon all these poor folks around us. Learn to love your sad little self."

Trin holds the blanket tight against her chest. "Baby? I'm not even flat! I'm just short. And in case you didn't know, being smaller is being cuter. Nobody wants to date a big clumsy oaf that breaks the top of doorframes with her ugly horns."

"I'm not that tall, you brat!"

"You're the brat!"

Malakae reaches out and grabs the other girl's blanket.

As its pulled, Trin gasps out in panic as her body becomes nearly made bear in front of everybody watching. "Stop, stop! Truce!"

"If you're so confident in your body, let everyone see!"

"Cease fighting!" comes a commanding voice. The two of them turn to see Queen Catherine II standing with her arms crossed nearby, but she isn't alone. Next to her are Mistress Dajy and the high vampire Cat. Their presence causes the dragons to halt, though they don't release from each other's grasp.

Dajy strolls forwards and lays her cold claws against they necks. "Either fuck and get it out of your system already, or let go of one another and pick this up another time. Our Demon King arrived home injured, and he likely wishes to rest."

Cat, who is wielding a wide black parasol to block the light of the sun, steps up near the back of Dajy. "And you're far too loud. It's bothersome."

"You have some powerful allies," William comments. "Including the missing queen herself."

You glance over to him. "Like you didn't already know. Is there anything here that's new to you?"

"How you fought that Demon Lord. It seems we've both grown in different ways. I overheard what you said over your Sending Stone. You found something. What did Breiah write, Kyle? Perhaps the adventure wasn't a waste after all."

"Yeah. I've got a lot of thinking to do. Take some time to catch your breath here, William. Let's all meet up in the Throne Room, and we'll go over everything we know. That invitation extends to anyone who wants to join. Oh, and hey. Do you know of the best way to contact the Circle of the Unicorn?"

"They can be a bothersome bunch to speak with, but I may."

"Good. I'm tired of waiting. I don't want to hesitate too much longer. David needs to be stopped, and Breiah too, before Tivera is taken completely."

"... David?"