Project Mage

The Abyssal Shadow Dragon crashed back to the ground with an earth-shaking impact, its colossal form trembling with the aftermath of its fall, the forest fell into an eerie silence. The once-mighty creature had been defeated, its dark energy dissipating as it unsummoned and vanished from the realm of the living.

Risebelle turned to her sisters, a rare smile gracing her features. "Well done, both of you. We make a formidable team."

Roselle grinned, her previous frustration now replaced with pride. "I guess I'm not so bad in a fight after all!"

The mage who had summoned the Abyssal Shadow Dragon pounded the forest floor with his clenched fists.

"I-I can't believe it... H-How could this happen?" he muttered in disbelief, his eyes wide with despair. He pounded the ground again."Do you have any idea how many years it took me to learn that summon? How many sacrifices I made to master its dark power? It was supposed to be the ultimate weapon, the key to crushing my enemies, and it was defeated…defeated by... by three little girls! And they were created by Dr. Kintovar! How could this happen? This is a disgrace! A shame upon my name!"

The three sisters approached the defeated mage, who trembled in fear at their presence. His once-confident demeanor had crumbled, replaced by a deep sense of dread.

Risebelle spoke calmly. "Summoning magic is pretty fascinating. It's a shame that you couldn’t show us it’s full potential. While we'd like to see what else you can do, we're on a tight schedule, so lets wrap this up and have your death already, you filthy human."

The mage's eyes widened in terror as he realized the sisters' intentions. Risebelle continued, her tone cold and final. "Thank you for the lesson."

Before the mage could utter a word in protest, Risebelle delivered a swift, fatal shot with her Cannon, ending his life.

Roselle attempted to give her sister a high-five, Risebelle glanced at her, a look of confusion went in her eyes.

"What the hell are you doing, Roselle?" she asked, not accustomed to such gestures of celebration.

Roselle looked at Risebelle with a nervous grin, "W-Well, I've seen it in movies and stuff. People high-five when they achieve something together, right?"

Risebelle stared at Roselle for a moment. She then shook her head slightly and responded, "Well, I suppose you're right about that, Roselle. But let's save the celebrations for after we've completed our mission. We still have work to do."

Roselle turned her attention to Runebelle and asked "Runebelle, aren't you at least a little happy about what we just did?"

She nodded in response to Roselle's question, her lips curving into a faint smile.

"I am, Roselle," she admitted softly. "It's just... I'm not used to showing it."

Roselle encourages her sister. "Come on, Runebelle, give it a try! Like this!" She raised her hand and gave an enthusiastic high-five gesture.

Runebelle raised her hand, albeit more tentatively, and gave a weak but genuine high-five in return.

Risebelle observed her sisters' exchange with a subtle shake of her head.

"I suppose we all need our ways of dealing with this," Risebelle thought

As Roselle's enthusiasm filled the air, a sudden and unexpected turn of events unfolded. Without warning, Roselle's eyes fluttered, and she swayed unsteadily before collapsing to the forest floor. Her normally vibrant and energetic demeanor had been replaced by a sudden loss of consciousness.

Risebelle and Runebelle reacted swiftly, rushing to their fallen sister's side. Panic surged within them as they tried to assess the situation. Risebelle knelt beside Roselle, her heart racing as she checked for vital signs.

"Roselle, hey, wake up!" Risebelle exclaimed. She gently shook her sister, but there was no response.

Runebelle, her face etched with worry, examined Roselle's condition. "It's not a physical injury.... her life force was like this after the fight too.."

The System message appeared before them:

Status: Roselle

Lifeforce: 75%

Risebelle and Runebelle exchanged concerned glances as they tried to comprehend Roselle's sudden loss of consciousness. The System message only added to their confusion.

"What's happening to her, Runebelle? This doesn't make sense. Her lifeforce is at 75%. She should be perfectly fine!"

Runebelle replied, "I'm not sure, Risebelle. It's as if something is affecting her from within. We need to figure this out quickly and find a way to help her…"

Risebelle nodded in agreement, her mind racing for a solution. "Let's get her somewhere safe and try to assess the situation. Maybe there's something we missed during the battle."

With great care, Risebelle and Runebelle lifted their unconscious sister and began to carry her to a more secure location within the mystical forest.

As Risebelle carried her unconscious sister alongside Runebelle, a growing sense of urgency gnawed at her. She couldn't shake the realization that the group of mages they had encountered earlier was still gathered in the corner, attempting to summon an Elite Mage.

'If that Elite Mage is summoned here,' Risebelle thought with a deep sense of concern, 'we won't stand a chance, especially with Roselle in this condition. We need to get her to safety, and fast.'

Her thoughts raced as she considered their options. 'We can't let them complete that ritual, but I can't leave Runebelle alone with Roselle. We need a plan, and we need it now.'

Risebelle couldn't come up with a plan on her own. The situation was dire, and they needed a solution quickly. She turned to Runebelle and spoke with haste.

"Runebelle, we're in a difficult spot. I can't leave Roselle alone with you, but we also can't let those mages complete their summoning ritual. We need help, and we need it fast. Do you have any ideas or suggestions on how to handle this?"

"I'm not sure, Risebelle," Runebelle replied, "But maybe we can find a hidden spot to lay Roselle down and then confront those mages together? If we can disrupt their ritual or drive them away, it might buy us enough time to figure out what's wrong with her."

Risebelle nodded in agreement. "That might be our best option for now. Let's find a secure spot for Roselle, and then we'll face those mages. We have to protect her and stop them from summoning that Elite Mage."

Risebelle carefully found a secure spot within the mystical forest, a concealed area where they could lay Roselle down. She ensured that the surroundings were hidden from view, using her keen instincts to choose a location that provided cover and protection.

To be cautious, Risebelle decided to set down slippery energy around Roselle.

After Risebelle finished setting up the slippery energy, Runebelle spoke a concern. "What if Roselle wakes up and accidentally slips down?"

"Don't worry, Runebelle. If Roselle wakes up before we return, we'll hear her loud yelp for sure. The slippery energy is just an extra precaution to keep anyone else from approaching unnoticed.”

With Roselle now secured in a hidden spot, the two sisters turned their attention to the impending threat. The group of mages attempting to summon an Elite Mage still posed a significant danger, and they needed to confront this situation head-on.

Risebelle and Runebelle stealthily re-approached the area with the group of mages. Risebelle readied her weapon on silencer mode. With a series of precise and silent shots, she aimed to catch the mages off guard and disrupt their ritual.

However, as the first shot rang out, a shimmering barrier materialized around the mages, deflecting the incoming shots. The sisters watched in surprise as the barrier absorbed the attacks without faltering.

One of the mages within the protected circle spoke up. "Did you really think we would be so unprepared, amateurs?"

Another mage, a man with a ridiculously big hat, chimed in, "Oh, look at the little toy gun. Did you get that from a carnival? Maybe you should try the ring toss next time."

A thin mage with a nose so long it almost touched his chin laughed obnoxiously. "Is that supposed to be a weapon? I’ve seen better firepower in a kids' magic show!"

"Damn it!" Risebelle cursed under her breath.

The same mage held a cruel smile on his face ."It's too late anyways. The ritual has been completed."

Risebelle's eyes widened in horror as she felt the chilling presence of powerful magic begin to permeate the area. She whispered, "Oh no..."

A bone-chilling coldness filled the air, and the mystical forest seemed to shudder in response. The sisters exchanged fearful glances as the magic of the Elite Mage made itself known.

As the chilling presence of the Elite Mage's magic hung in the air, the sisters' attention was drawn to an unexpected sight. Before them stood a well-crafted ice chair, its frosty blue and silver surface shimmering in the eerie light of the magical forest.

Risebelle and Runebelle exchanged puzzled glances, clearly taken aback by the unusual appearance of the ice chair. It was not what they had anticipated from the Elite Mage's magic.

However, their confusion was short-lived as a figure emerged from behind the icy throne. Aliana, the Cryomancer, appeared before them with an air of aloof elegance. Her pale blue hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her frosty blue and silver robes glistened in the cold.

Aliana regarded the sisters with an enigmatic smile, her crimson eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. She spoke with a tone that betrayed her icy demeanor, "Well, what have we here? Intruders on our domain?"

The sisters were momentarily speechless.

"I am Aliana, the Cryomancer, and I also hold the title of Sword God."

The sisters' eyes briefly flickered toward the sheathed sword at Aliana's side.

Aliana continued with an enigmatic smile, her words dripping with a subtle disdain. "Ah, you must be the creations of Dr. Kintovar, the foolishly foolish fool," she remarked, but with a smile that remained perfectly in place.

Risebelle remained neutral but her eyes still decided to challenge the human who made their way to them. She spoke in a calm and measured tone, her eyes lowering slightly "Well, Aliana, they say that 'foolish' is just 'wise' with a few extra letters.”

"And as for your dear Dr. Kintovar, I must say, her choice in creating child-sized dolls is truly a testament to her, shall we say, 'unique' sense of aesthetics," Aliana remarked, her smile widening ever so slightly “But that’s what we can expect from Dr. Kintovar, the ‘brilliant’ mind behind you child-sized warriors. It’s almost as if she couldn't be bothered to create adults,"

Risebelle couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at Aliana's insults, but she maintained her composure. She looked up at Aliana and said, "Well, Aliana, it seems you're a master of both ice and insults. But can you keep that smile when you're facing two creations of a 'foolishly foolish fool'?"

Aliana's smile remained in place, but there was a flicker of curiosity in her eyes as she regarded Risebelle. "Ah, it seems you have a bit of wit after all," Aliana remarked, "but words alone won't save you from the chill of my magic."

Aliana turned her attention to the group of mages who had summoned her, her smile now transformed into a more serious expression.

"You there," she addressed the mages, "remove the Mana Extractor from the barrier and relocate it immediately. This area is no longer safe. If you value your lives, you will heed my warning and act swiftly."

The mages exchanged nervous glances. With trembling hands, they began the process of dismantling the protective barrier and prepared to move the Mana Extractor to a safer location.

Aliana slowly unsheathed her sword, Risebelle couldn't help but be intrigued by the title she had mentioned - the "Sword God." It was a title that carried weight.

'Is the title "Sword God" just for show, or does Aliana truly possess exceptional swordsmanship?' Risebelle wondered. 'Combining mastery of the sword with formidable ice magic would make her a formidable adversary. I can’t underestimate her..'