“Uh, a little modesty, maybe?” Sorey shot back grinningly, scratching his cheek. What else could you expect from the Shepherd’s Sub Lord?” I don’t think we could’ve taken that hellion down so easily if you and Lailah hadn’t weakened it first.”
“Your artes have been nothing to sneeze at either. Sorey grinned as he reciprocated, bumping his own arm on the water seraph’s. “You’ve been getting better at purification ever since we left Ladylake.” he observed. “Not bad.” Mikleo allowed as he strolled up to his childhood friend, holding up his forearm with a closed fist. “The both of you did a great job at fending the hellion off at close range.” “Indeed it was!” Lailah agreed brightly with a happy smile and a dainty clap of her hands. “Nice job, everyone!” he exclaimed, turning to the other three travelers walking up to him. “…Whew!” he breathed, flipping the short sword around in his hand and sheathing it at his right hip. Sorey slowly untensed, catching his breath and willing the adrenaline to stop pumping through his veins. In a flash, it had sprinted off into the bush, vanishing into the night. It froze when it saw the two humans standing across the road from it, watching it. Gasping for breath, the small fox glanced around, staring in evident confusion. Residual embers of silver flame still clung onto its fur, evidence of its successful purification. With a roar of effort, the Shepherd slashed his blazing sword forwards, towards his enemy.īlade and fang met in a brilliant clash of flame and malevolence.Ī much higher-pitched yip of agony rang out as a completely transformed animal tumbled backwards into the mud away from the two humans. The harsh lighting framed his boyish features alongside his stark white ceremonial cloak that billowed behind him with the force of the mana charging through his body. Right as the wolf charged forward, the young man latched onto the grip of his sword with both hands, holding it horizontally in front of his companion.Ī brilliant, otherworldly silver glow blasted out from his blade, illuminating the surrounding forest in stark contrast to the underlying moonlight. Snarling heavily, the furious animal dodged the young woman’s follow-up slash before lunging to get inside the reach of her weapon. Not missing a beat, his companion jerked her metal lance forward, landing a grazing slice on the wolf’s hide.
With deft movements, the animal leapt to the side, cleanly dodging the attack. The young man wielding a ceremonial sword was the first to let out a wordless yell as his weapon fell in a slicing curve down towards it. A grating snarl resounded from its belly as it found two human figures descending upon it with drawn weapons gleaming in the moonlight. Fire and water sizzled loudly as both artes impacted right on target, sending the animal tumbling backwards with a yelp of agony.ĭespite the force of the initial attack, the wolf quickly found the ground with its paws and zeroed on its attackers. Its eyes suddenly widened in alarm, its hackles rising.Īll pretenses of tranquility were shattered as blinding flashes of vibrant colors erupted from out of nowhere, accompanied by deafening roars of power as mana flew through the air towards the wolf. The warm glow of a distant city vaguely shone through the tree trunks and branches on the left side of the path, silhouetting the figure of the wolf as it cautiously sniffed the air. Its ears were perked and alert, its eyes seeming to glow eerily in the darkness as it surveyed both directions up and down the road. In the dim, murky moonlight obscured by clouds and the canopy above, a wild animal padded out from the shadowed brush, halting soundlessly in the middle of the dirt path.
The sudden snap of a branch rang out loudly in the tranquil forest, accompanied by the gratuitous rustling of foliage. A small stream flowed nearby, its chuckling accompanying the chirping of crickets occupying the patches of grass on the forest floor. Somewhere, an owl hooted, punctuating the soft rush of the wind as it danced among the leaves overhead. The long shadows cast by the jagged trees and rough cliffsides contrasted sharply with the blanket of moonlight, dotting the land with pools of abject darkness.Ī damp, chilly breeze gusted through the land, rustling foliage and scattering leaves in the darkness.
#Gramps pipe tales of zestiria full#
The full moon hung in the starry sky, basking the rolling hills and lush forests with an otherworldly azure glow. Speak with the merchants after you are the Shepard.It was quiet. In Ladylake when getting into the sanctuary, give the merchants the elder's pipe. Find any attachments or locations that we haven't? Hit the EDIT button and let us know where they are! Name
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