Their desperation and anxiety intensified as the spaceship appeared to seal off their only chance at freedom. The group exchanged worried glances, a silent understanding passing between them. They were trapped, their hopes for escape were dashed against the imposing vessel before them.
In that moment of despair, Beatrice's voice cut through the tension, a spark of hope in her tone, "Um, Az, I think you should call 'that' out now!"
Without a second thought, Az sprinted toward the imposing spaceship, the intensity of the moment overwhelming him. His determination surged, despite the overwhelming odds against him.
The alien pilots aboard the spaceship sneered at the audacity of the lone human charging toward their formidable vessel. Their laughter echoed within the cockpit as they dismissed the threat, confident in the superiority of their technology against a single individual.
As the spaceship prepared to unleash its powerful cannon upon Az, a sudden, violent trembling shook the vessel.
Alarmed, one of the pilots shouted a warning about something behind them. Bewildered, they turned their attention to the rear cameras, only to be met with a sight that froze the blood in their veins.
To their disbelief, a black wyvern had landed, clamped onto the spaceship's tail with ferocious determination. Its eyes blazed with an otherworldly intensity, and its scales shimmered with an eerie dark hue.
The wyvern's ferocious claws beat against the spaceship's hull, causing the vessel to shudder and sway. The pilots desperately attempted evasive maneuvers, but the wyvern's grip remained unyielding, disrupting their control and balance.
Princess Freyn and the rest of the group, witnessing the astonishing spectacle, were momentarily frozen in disbelief as an entity that disrupted the balance of power in a way none of them could have imagined.
The once confident alien pilots now found themselves in a position of unexpected vulnerability. The looming threat of the wyvern and its relentless assault posed a challenge they had never anticipated.
Az looked back at his group, signaling them to move forward, "Come on, let's take advantage of this distraction and get out of here while we still can!"
The group rushed forward, Freyn casting astonished glances back at the awe-inspiring sight of the wyvern battling the spaceship. The wyvern's presence had turned the tables, providing an unexpected opportunity for their escape.
As his group ran away, Az stopped below the spaceship and moved with unexpected grace, each swing calculated yet fluid, weaving a peculiar pattern with his body.
His movements seemed to harmonize with the chaotic backdrop of the battle as if he was choreographing a dance amidst the chaos. Freyn observed with a mix of confusion and intrigue, unable to fathom Az's peculiar maneuvers.
Lumi, however, seemed to understand. "He's creating static friction from his surroundings," she explained calmly, her eyes tracking Az's every move. "He's collecting it inside the modified hammer."
Az's dance continued, his body seemingly attuned to the environment. He twirled, leaped, and shifted in a synchrony that looked almost otherworldly. Princess Freyn, bewildered by the display, couldn't help but ask Lumi, "Is he dancing in the middle of this dangerous time?"
Lumi nodded calmly. "He's preparing a technique. Watch closely."
Az suddenly threw his javelin high into the air, a spark of energy crackling along its length. As the javelin descended, Az activated his hammer blaster.
With precision, he struck Allveigandi's tail, creating a powerful static discharge that surged toward the falling javelin, activating its latent power. The javelin burst forth with newfound energy, hurtling toward the distracted spaceship with unparalleled force.
The spaceship, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, tried to evade the impending attack, but it was too late. The energized javelin impacted the ship's hull, causing a powerful explosion that rattled the air, sending debris scattering across the sky.
The display of Az's calculated dance-turned-attack had rendered everyone momentarily speechless. Princess Freyn's eyes widened in disbelief, and Lumi watched with a sense of silent pride as the ship reeled from the powerful strike.
Freyn's eyes followed the javelin's trajectory and noticed the unexpected turn of events as the javelin hurtled towards the wyvern, and couldn't help but question Az's connection to the creature. "Why is he attacking that beast, isn't that your 'ally'?" she asked, puzzled by the situation.
"Well," Lumi smirked, trying to keep the situation light. "It's a long story," she said cryptically. "Now we need to run before the wyvern attacks us."
The group hurriedly retreated from the chaos, their footsteps echoing through the cavernous surroundings.
The wyvern, struck by the javelin's unexpected impact, let out a thunderous roar that reverberated across the landscape. It seemed momentarily disoriented but quickly regained its composure, flapping its immense wings as it scanned the area for the source of the attack.
The tension in the air was palpable, and as the group made their escape, the distant sounds of the wyvern's enraged cries echoed behind them.
Princess Freyn cast a lingering glance back at the scene, unable to shake off the puzzling sight of Az's attack on the wyvern, while the rest of the group went through the labyrinthine passages, aiming to get as far away as possible from the creature's wrath.
The group stopped in a cavernous chamber, taking a moment to catch their breath as they awaited Az's arrival.
It wasn't long before Az caught up, the javelin back in his hand, and his expression a mix of tiredness and caution.
"The wyvern seems busy wreaking havoc on our pursuer," Az stated, joining the group and scanning their surroundings warily. His eyes followed the distant echoes of the wyvern's roars, and he seemed alert to any signs of movement.
Princess Freyn, still trying to make sense of the situation, inquired, "But why did you attack it? It didn't seem hostile to us."
Az, his gaze vigilant as he scanned their surroundings, responded tersely, "I don't recall us becoming buddy-buddy in this short time." He checked the charge on his javelin, the faint hum of its latent power reassuring, before deftly slinging it back over his shoulder, poised for any potential threats.
Lumi intervened, trying to ease the tension. "Let's focus on heading to our hideout. We're safe for now, but we shouldn't linger. Elodie, any ideas on our next move?"
Elodie, who had been inspecting the passages using her skill, "I think that way might lead to our hideout. But we need to hurry before more complications arise."
Freyn sensed the unmistakable animosity radiating from most of the humans surrounding her, a result of her race's invasion of Earth.
However, amid the charged atmosphere, she perceived a distinct difference between two individuals within the group—Lumi and Az. Lumi's aura resonated with sympathy toward her plight, a sense of understanding that calmed Freyn's nerves slightly.
Yet, Az's presence remained puzzling, his intentions shrouded in mystery, impossible for her to decipher. There was something about him that seemed different, leaving Freyn with a sense of uncertainty.
Az kept a vigilant eye on their surroundings as they made their way towards the hideout. Turning to Freyn, who walked beside Lumi, he broke the silence with a direct question. "Why were you being held prisoner in that alien base? What's the purpose of your presence here on Earth?"
Freyn, her expression a mix of weariness and defiance, didn't immediately respond. Her voice carried a tinge of resentment as she finally replied, "I refused to adhere to the propaganda of our race's invasion. They deemed my thoughts dissenting and locked me away."
Az raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So, you don't agree with what your race is doing?"
"Absolutely not," Freyn responded firmly. "I've always believed in peaceful coexistence. But the leaders of my race; my father are blinded by our new deity order, unable to see the value of harmony."
Az glanced at her, a hint of skepticism in his eyes. "And yet, you are still a part of that same race."
Freyn's gaze turned distant, her voice carrying a somber tone. "I was born into this position, bound by blood and duty. But that doesn't mean I support their heinous acts."
He observed her closely, noticing the sincerity in her words. "Then why should I trust you?"
"As I rebelled against them, they banished me this to place; Earth the place which I swear to protect to mock my action of disobedience," Freyn spoke, her voice echoing with a sense of defiance and regret.
Freyn met his gaze, her eyes reflecting a profound determination. "Now, I'm willing to help you stop them. I want to make amends for the atrocities my people are committing."
Az remained silent for a moment, contemplating her words. "We'll see about that," he finally replied, his tone skeptical yet curious.
"But first, we have to remove these shackles," Freyn said, holding up her restrained limbs and displaying the metallic contraptions designed to inhibit her abilities.
As Az attempted to employ his Technomage Skill on the shackle, an immediate rejection notification flashed before him:
"Access Denied: Your prowess is inadequate to breach the enchanted barriers woven by celestial artisans."