A few hours passed, and Prila in her favorable alter ego arrived at the ongoing Triumph Makers late's late-night meeting, especially with the bright white triangles from gathered seats shimmering. Furthermore, The Hair Magician occupied the seat on the right side and rested her tired back to the balmy surface.
At the same time, The Hair Magician pinned her glance toward Daigrun VII who stood in the front of the levitating screen displaying the shadowy silhouette of Pendoswing's true form in the middle of the flames. She also took notice of Layfree and Cangatha already dressed up as their heroic alter egos and took their seats on the left, sipping the maroon red liquids in their glasses.
Daigrun VII cleared his throat and firmly asked at VWX, "Based on the recent report from Gdark, Pendoswing is getting expeditiously stronger than the last time we encountered it?"
The announcement from The Alien Leader shuddered Scrap Devil's hand that held the table, gasping shortly before he rotated his sight away. Although one of his allies trembled in fear, VWX reluctantly stood up from his seat and took another sip of the red maroon drink for the opening of his incoming answer, quickly putting the drink on the table.
"Sadly, yes, Daigrun," The Laser Master stated in bitterness, waving his hand at Mina Rodax and Prila.
"For further information that Gdark managed to give to the three of us, Pendoswing easily defeated The Nightmare of Anthonian, Don Golzulin," VWX reported nerviously
VWX clapped his hand to secure his boldness and continued, "Even worse, his supposedly weakest pendulum roll, One Finger Incineration could even incinerate Gdark's pocket dimension."
"The same pocket dimension he used to trap Don Golzulin and Aska-Lal," The Laser Master clarified.
Scrap Devil heavily whimpered and pressured the table with his stammering hands, having difficulty accepting the truth of the report. The Alien Leader poured a dismayed frown on his expression. Unlike Scrap Devil continuing to drown in unrelenting harrow, Daigrun VII promptly regained his affirmed demeanor by blowing the steaming gasses from the squared hole in his stomach.
"So now, he become even more frightening and dangerous than last time." Daigrun VII proclaimed, switching his cautious stare toward The Hair Magician. "I have to be honest, this is quite a bad situation."
The Alien Leader clenched his tremoring knuckle and marked his sight at Prila, "So Prila, do you have anything to say about this?"
The Hair Magician puffed the hefty air from her throat as she reluctantly stood up from the seat, bestrewing the pinkish sparkles from her wavering hair. Afterward, Prila assertively marked her sight toward The Alien Leader after dimming the sparkles, holding her quivering left arm.
"The Infamous Pendoswing is so strong that can even put down some of Gdark's determined spirit," The Hair Magician professed. "I know Gdark is not the type of person who is rarely consumed by fear."
"The lucky thing is he was still eager to continue his preparation for taking down Pendoswing one day," Prila added, slightly opening her relieved smile. "All I can say is we should train again and push our potential further if we want to stop The Infamous Pendoswing, Daigrun VII."
Scrap Devil shakily got up from his seat and rebuked her statement, "I'm so sorry to say…this Prila. I do not agree with your opinion."
"I prefer we focus on taking down The Uprising Venom rather than facing his Pendoswing again," Scrap Devil suggested, whimpering. "Unless if somehow…we revivedThe long gone mighty Sparror, then we have better chance to face him."
"As for your prideful crush, I also recommended him to change his opponent," Scrap Devil added, constantly breathing in heftiness. "Yes he is an asshole, but it's best for him to avoid a monster like Pendoswing….and….that rotten….bitch!!"
The Hair Magician puffed and emphasized, "Cadilster…I know you are still traumatized by what Casmine did to you. I am aware you are still haunted by Pendoswing casting overwhelming power."
"So I think it's best for you of not to join the fight with The Infamous Pendoswing," Prila gave advice. "Instead, let the four of us be the ones who stopped him."
"However, you can still join the training too," The Hair Magician added.
"Sure with this?" Scrap Devil asked skeptically. "Sure all of you willing to train harder for the facing The Infamous Pendoswing again."
Daigrun VII locked his stoic furrow and affirmed, "Remember, Triumph Makers is obligated to prepare ourselves to stop any kind of threats."
"Although the threat is currently out of our league, we cannot just give up because the world and its people are counting on us," The Alien Leader remarked, heaving his resolute knuckle upward.
Mina Rodax also raised her feet into a stammering standing position and shimmered the bright blue flashes within her eyes. The Telepath Hero worriedly stared at Scrap Devil before she sighed and blinked out the flashes, readying herself to join the intense conversation regarding the infamous Pendoswing.
"Deep down I was frightened on even thinking his name, but I rather die fighting him than hiding in fear," Mina Rodax asserted, gawking at the petrified Scrap Devil. "I'm sorry to say this, Caldister."
Recognizing all his teammates unveiled their unyielding determination, Scrap Devil could only panted and submissively bowed his head. He inhaled the chilling breath from the room, tapping his shoulder with his shuddering hand. Scrap Devil also moved closer to the seat, centering his uneasy glance at The Alien Leader.
"Perhaps, I should rethink my choice on The Infamous Pendoswing's problem," Scrap Devil said, nervously scratching the back of his neck.
"Take your time, Scrap Devil," The Alien Leader replied, scanning his sight at the other three teammates who were resolute on engaging in the upcoming battle against Pendoswing. "As for you, Prila, Mina Rodax, and VWX."
"Let us commence our intense and hard training after this gathering is over!" Daigrun VII announced.
…
***
A freezing night gale coldly blew in one of the buildings within the secluded areas on the north side of Teldrium. The gale gushed on four-story tall glimmering rose houses that levitated on the edge of the hills near the streaming river below. The house itself maintained a thickened white pyramid-shaped projection that acted as its rooftop, presenting the photo of Amalia Galastar.
Five-star-shaped projections with dazzling lavender color smoothly flew to encircle the house, illuminating the darkness outside. Inside the balcony on the fourth floor, Amalia Galastar who wore a white t-shirt and a short glittering purple skirt, placidly closed her eyes as she lay her perplexed back on the top of the holographic balmy long chair.
Every time the soothing gale blew past her, Amalia Galastar softly hummed and widened her joyful smile. She even crossed her legs to consume more restful enjoyment for the night, freeing her mesmerized gaze at the pale moon above that radiated its magnificent white light on the sky.
"Hopefully, my replica can sell the newest makeup beyond my expectations," Amalia Galastar whispered, fluttering her hand.
Amalia Galastar bit her lip. 'And as for tomorrow, I hope there is no schedule interruption for the Raskalia's shooting.
Amalie Galastar got up from the balmy seat and stroked her long hair to the right, glancing at the radiating moonlight. The Actress turned around and yawned, feeling the sleepiness beginning to dominate her mood. Hence, she headed to the illuminating white holographic door on the corner, preparing for a wonderful sleep-in tonight.
However, Amalia Galastar stopped moving forward as she frowned in surprise and gasped, generating navy blue water from her left wrist. The Actress heedfully furrowed as she caught the direct appearance of one of The Succubus Twins, Casmine, arriving in front of her balcony's door.
"Pleasure to meet you, Amalia Galastar," Casmine humbly greeted The Actress by bowing her head.
Amalia Galastar forcibly smiled and guessed, "And you must be Casmine, The Succubus who is very close with The Infamous Pendoswing. I've seen before in your true form."
"However, I never thought you would visit me tonight," The Actress professed, lining up her fingers as she constricted her wrist with the aggressive water flowing over her wrist. "Even better, I couldn't sense your presence earlier."
"Sorry, it's a secret," Casmine replied cheerfully.
"It means you have some sinister intention on coming here, Succubus," Amalia Galastar accused.
The Supermodel Succubus smoothly walked closer in Amalia Galastar's direction, alerting her to spread the water flow until it sleeved her entire arm. Recognizing The Actress displaying cautiousness toward her presence, Casmine paused her steps and let out a high-pitched whistle.
"Relax, just relax, I'm not here to steal your precious stuff or kill you, Amalia Galastar," Casmine reassured, tittering.
"Instead, I wanted to make a perfect deal for you," The Supermodel Succubus politely declared.
Amalia Galastar raised her bemused eyebrows and uttered in disbelief, "A deal…a deal with me?"
"Precisely," The Supermodel Succubus replied, peeking at the flowing water on Amalia Galastar's hand.
"But before I tell more of the deal, can you vaporize your water power first?' Casmine requested, snickering merrily.
"I don't want to cause any sign of hostility in your precious home," Casmine affirmed, gesturing her open hand forward.
With a little bit of hesitation, Amalia Galastar flapped her hand downward and instantaneously evaporated the covering water flow. Nonetheless, The Actress exhaled the bothersome air away from her throat, fixating her secured eyebrows on Casmine who sighed in gratitude.
"Alright, you have 10 seconds to explain the main thing of your deal," Amalia Galastar remarked.
"So the deal is I tell you the location of your most loyal servant's prison on one condition: you have to kill Prila if possible," The Supermodel Succubus announced confidently, heaving her open fingers and smirking.
The Actress resentfully gritted her teeth as the named Prila's echoed into her mind, fueling his enraged furrow. She elevated her crushing grip full of shelving water enveloping her knuckles shortly before hissing at The Supermodel Succubus. Hence, Amalia Galastar stepped closer to her guest, pressuring her eyebrows that began to be flooded by a tiny lavender water wave.
"That witch always tries to ruin my plan," Amalia Galastar condemned. "She is even the one who led Martatoriot-OX to being captured in the first place.
"I can sense a strong hatred against Prila. very amusing," The Supermodel Succubus commented.
Amalia Galastar snickered, "It will be more amusing if I chop off her head in front of her beloved parent."
"As much I wanted to vent out my deep hatred against that witch, let's go back to the deal again," The Actress remarked, pressing her worried eyebrows toward Casmine and tilting her head to the left.
"Tell me the exact location of Martatoriot-OX's cell is," Amalia Galastar demanded.
Casmine pinched her chin and beamed with captivation, "He is currently being locked in North Rikiel's prison."
"And luckily, there is no further information of him being transported into a new prison again as for now, Amalia Galastar," Casmine assured, inspecting The Actress who painted a more concerned face on her face.
"The last information I got also showed he is still in a healthy condition and not being locked in a special prison cell," The Supermodel Succubus mentioned assertively.
Amalia Galastar sighed in relief and murmured thankfully, "Thank god, thank god to hear that."
"So shall I silently bring him to you?" Casmine made an offer, her exhilarated eyes brimming with white gleams.
"Not only he your best servant, but he is also the most efficient one to take down Prila," Casmine claimed.
"If you want it to set him free, I can do it right here," The Supermodel Succubus persuaded cheerfully.
At first, The Actress only looked dumbfounded at her guest and hummed, wandering with the choice and the trust. Tiny water flows streams into Amalia Galastar's eyes, changing her sight into a translucent aqua blue view, except for The Supermodel Succubus who changed into a white humanoid made of the mashed liquid that flowed smoothly
Afterward, Amalia Galastar swiftly stroked the left side of her cheek and dispersed the water inhabiting his eyes, returning her sight to a normal view. The Actress pleasantly giggled, shaking her head before unveiling an intrigued gaze at Casmine when the chilling wind gusted on her.
"Even though you freed him from his prison, Martatoriot-OX might show strong doubtfullness at you." Amalia Galastar explained. "Or worse, sometimes he attacked the rescuer too."
"So he only trusted you?" The Supermodel Succubus guessed, tapping her chin and whistling.
Amalia Galastar nodded. "Precisely."
"If you are still eager to rescue him, you can bring one of my newest replicas," The Actress suggested, bowing her head.
"I already prepared the replica on the second floor to assist your rescue mission, which is a short-haired woman who stood in the corner of the room," The Actress continued before she laughed briefly.
Casmine chuckled, "No thank you, I can handle this by myself."
"So do you agree with this deal, Amalia Galastar?" The Supermodel Succubus said, drawing her opened palm further.
Without hesitation, Amalia Galastar accepted the offering hand from her guest and shook it, opening her gratified smile. Then, The Actress retrieved her hand and poured the satisfaction feeling within Casmine as she broadened her exhilarated lip, illuminating the white lights folded her eyes.
"Before I go, do you have some telepathic power, too?" The Supermodel Succubus asked curiously.
Amalia Galastar tittered, "Sadly, I'm not a telepath."
"I only used an enhanced aura detection," The Actress mentioned, tapping her right eye, which showed tiny water flow pouring into her eyes.
"And your human aura is the exact thing as your true form, Succubus," Amalia Galastar stated firmly.
"You lucky we met before," The Supermodel Succubus replied, switching her sight to glance at the door. "Especially when I still become a free-roaming succubus. Funny enough I was once wanted to apply as your servant in my true form."
"And you turned down the offer because you are bored; what a pathetic reason," Amalia Galastar derided.
"Before I met Pendoswing, I was too rebellious and a short-minded fool," The Supermodel Succubus professed.
"Anyway, please bring him safely, Succubus, please," Amalia Galastar spoke, closing her worried eyes.
…
***