Nozomi trains within a secluded forest, the ground beneath her feet carpeted in auburn oak leaves. She stands in front of a cut tree with a small forest green slug-like animal known as a Nistoh (pronounced Nee-soth) a creature often used for practice by telepathy users. Nozomi places her hands at forehead level and connects her index fingers and thumbs, forming a triangle. "Telepathic Technique: Stasis Block!"
Nozomi feels a sharp pain in her head, like a knife slicing through her skull, after her technique fails. "Ow, that hurt a lot more than I thought."
Nozomi focuses her gaze, her eyes narrowing as she enters the same stance as earlier. "Telepathic Technique: Stasis Block!"
As Nozomi executes the technique, she hears Overlord's words reverberating in her mind. "Why do you live amongst the people of Ozania? Don't you know what they've done to our brethren, young elf?"
"Ah!" Nozomi collapses onto the ground, her head throbbing with sharp pain. "I think I should take a break before I give myself mind strain."
Nozomi perches on the cut tree, unzipping her purple backpack and pouring a bright blue liquid in a cup. "My head hurts so much," Nozomi presses her fingers against her forehead, the pressure helping to reduce the ache.
"Are you ok sweet pea?" asks a female elderly voice.
Nozomi sees a melanin-rich woman in a wheelchair, wearing a full red dress and pink slippers, with red hair pulled back in a ponytail and round red glasses perched on her nose. "Madame Law."
"I can see you've been having trouble performing the "Stasis Block" technique. Normally, when you're struggling with that technique, something is troubling your mind. What's wrong?"
"It's what Overlord said when I fought him. Do you think I chose the right place to stay in?"
"Hmm, when you were traveling alongside those other entries and cadets at one point, did you feel unwelcome?"
"No, I felt comfortable around them. It's just what Overlord said about Ozania doing what they did to the elves and goblins that has me uneasy. I feel conflicted right now."
"Let me ask you this: when you lived on Planet Tilovanis and experienced "unspeakable acts," did the Goblins and Elves there treat you better than the Ozanian people do now?"
"N-no, they treat me way better. I feel like, I can finally be apart of a group of people I can trust."
Madame Law's lips curl upward in a friendly smirk, giving Nozomi's hair a playful tousle. "That's my point. There are good people and bad people out there, no matter what race they may be. Overlord not being able to know that is his problem."
Nozomi's cheeks flush red as she lets out a sheepish chuckle. "Yeah, you're right. I don't know why I was so conflicted over that. I feel dumb,"
"Don't you worry, sweetie. You're very young, and you still have a lot to learn about this life," Madame Law faces the house, wheels herself forward, and cranes her neck to look at Nozomi. "Also, I'm making some dinner. Why don't you come inside to get some?"
"No, I wanna perfect my stasis block before I do so."
"Understood, sweetheart, just don't be out here too long. Your food will get cold," Madame Law rolls onto the beige-colored wooden deck and back into the house.
Nozomi prepares herself in the same stance, her concentration even greater this second time. "Telepathic Technique: Stasis Block!" The Nisoth's eyes glaze over as its movements cease.
"Yes, I did it!" Nozomi hops up and down joyfully, her feet thumping against the ground. Nozomi grins fondly as she recalls her Molorx journey with the entries and cadets. "I think I found the right people, Mother..."
We now go into the POV of Bartholomew overseeing the fierce space battle, the spaceships fighting with their lasers lighting up the night sky. Bartholomew pushes the universal speaker button on his control board. "Transport ships, deploy stingers to break through the defenses!"
Three thousand Ozanian stingers emerge from the transport ships and charge forward, their lasers blazing as they attack the Goblins' blockade. One thousand stingers blast through the blockade, their exhaust trails stretching to the Goblin's Heavy Ships. Bartholomew hits the universal speaker button again. "We need fighter ships to back up the stinger. They'll be defeated by those heavy ships."
Five thousand fighter ships fly into formation, trailing behind the remnants of the stinger legion. "Break through the blockade!" says multiple pilots over speakers.
The 5,000 Fighter ships and stinger ships blast through the Goblins' blockade, leaving behind a trail of destruction and debris. "Yes!" says Bartholomew.
We now go to the POV of Overlord within the frigate, overseeing Ozanian ships headed towards Molorx.
A goblin bursts into the room, his chest heaving as he gulps for air. "Overlord! Overlord! They broke through th-"
"I know, it's all according to plan."
"Plan? What do you mean?"
"The purpose of the blockade was to have Ozania head to Molorx, thinking the apocalyptic weapon is there. But in actuality, the apocalyptic weapon is residing in a space station far away from Molorx. I'll go there and activate it, and destroy Molorx and the capital world."
"So what you're saying is yo-"
"Quit asking questions....."
"Oh, ok. Sorry for the disturbance, my lord."
"Just rally the ground legion for the battle and summon Izolly Grolly and Olly."
"Yes, sir!" The Goblin leaves the room, and Izolly Grolly and Olly enter a few moments later. "What do you require of us, sir?" asks Olly.
"Go on to Molorx and stay within the base. Those brats will probably be there to fight you."
"Yes, my Lord."
"And don't go easy, kill them all... except the Elf. Leave her alive... I have plans for her..."