Splitting the crossroads, Tsuki and Bulford made their way along the path towards the raging fire that was spreading throughout the village.
On the other path, Angelus was maneuvering from building to building with extreme speed; each movement was a blur as if she was teleporting.
She was approaching the previously distant typhoon, whose speed lessened as she grew closer.
Cold fragments of both water and ice trickled upon her face, slowly clogging her vision, making it blurry.
Luckily for her, the typhoon wasn't at the peak of its destructive capabilities; it was only about as tall as the chief building that stood at 16 feet.
Angelus held her forearm out above her eyes to shield them from the onslaught of sharp, icy liquids being hurled her way.
Determination glistened in her right eye; the other was covered by her hair.
Stopping in front of the typhoon, Angelus examined the spectacle. She was searching for a way to get into the heart of the storm, which was the only way to stop it.
Muffled noises were coming from within it; it sounded like some sort of scream. The screams were unfamiliar to Angelus; she hoped that these were coming from her foe.
Shoving these thoughts into the back of her mind, she took a pen from her breast pocket and threw it into the typhoon. As expected, the pen was swept up into the storm after being mangled.
"This is going to be… annoying to say the least."
Looking down at her watch, she noticed that she had wasted about 5 minutes and only had 15 more before Zandoff would be alive.
She blushed at the thought of him, her eyes instantly lighting up. After the wave of emotion had lessened, she looked even more serious than she was before, scary.
Well, there was only one way to get in:
Get caught up in the storm and make your way towards the eye.
This was easier said than done, but this typhoon was slightly below a category one, moving at speeds of 42 mph. If this weren't dealt with as soon as possible, it would become a category 1 or 2 and rip through the entire village.
Bracing herself, Angelus inhaled intensely and held her breath, then she leaped into the storm, instantly being carried with the cold winds and water.
Even though this was a smaller, less powerful typhoon, the sharp winds still cut her sleeves and clothing, and the ice occasionally put little slits within her cheeks.
She had to keep her eyes closed or they would succumb to the same fate as her clothes.
Luckily for her, she was raised in the cold, so the temperature didn't faze her.
She attempted to use her ears to hear the screams, but they sounded even more muffled due to the fierce winds bombarding her ears.\
Holding out her arms, feeling out for what direction she was being forced to, she deduced that she was quite far from the eye of the storm. Instead of being pulled into she was slowly being pushed away from the center of the typhoon.
She thought to herself:
'So this foe has complete control over the trajectory of this storm.'
Interesting, but this piece of information was all she needed to know who her opponent was.
If it wasn't the Tyrant of Atlantis, then it was none other than the water attuned dark prophet, Arme.
The situation just got a little bit more winnable. Arme was a step down from the king of the seas.
But a foe who could manipulate water and a 'natural' was a fierce foe, and begged the question of how they were able to do this.
There was no species that could manipulate anything outside of their body within the omnibus, so how were they able to create such devastating catastrophes?
It must've been some new technology, that was the only feasible explanation that Angelus could come to. Whatever it was, it wasn't good, and she had to figure out the source of it as soon as possible.
Urgently, Angelus cut through the winds with her hand; her movement was quick.
She put both of her hands out, redirected where her body was facing, and swam towards what she believed was the eye of the storm.
Of course, no one who was being swept up by a 40 mph typhoon could have a concrete sense of direction, so this was more of an educated guess, you could say.
Putting one hand in front of the other, she flew through the icy air, somehow fighting against the deafening winds that attempted to push her back.
Her speed was inhuman, and her resistance to the freezing winds was nothing short of unheard of.
The speed of the wind grew stronger; she was getting closer to the eye. The temperature of the air also drastically changed; it became warmer.
She had to get through fast before she was exhausted of all her strength before challenging Armes.
Still holding her breath and swinging her arms forward, she pushed through the air until she found herself in the sky looking down at what used to be a lake below her.
Finally, she had made it to the eyes, but the battle wasn't over; no, it had just begun.
Instantly, as she entered the eye, a large black slimy tentacle was inches away from her body.
She raised her leg and used the momentum to send herself dropping down onto the floor to evade the giant tentacle.
"My, my. You're pretty."
Looking up after catching herself from falling, Angelus was met with an abomination of a creature just above her.
The creature was ginormous as it towered over her; it had 8 disgustingly large tentacles that were pitch black, with the suction pods being a beige color.
A black ooze-like substance dripped from each pod; Angelus did not want to be anywhere near whatever the liquid was.
Peeking down from above her lower body, a head resembling that of a human looked down at Angelus.
Her face was a deep midnight blue color, with a single eye peeking out from her indigo colored hair.
She had saffron colored irises that popped in contrast to her dark black aesthetic.
Her hair was covered in the same dark substance that was exuding from her tentacles, clumping her long hair together, resembling her limbs.
"I hate it, I hate all of you pretty girls."
6 of her tentacles were occupied controlling the typhoon and feeding it the ooze to make it larger in size.
So this was how she was creating enough force to make a typhoon, but even though she was huge, it didn't make sense for her to be able to create a natural disaster of this caliber, and it was only getting bigger.
Also, she was the size of a mutated creature from the Everforest. This isn't something that could just naturally happen. At first, Angelus mistook her for a mutant and not the Armes she had assumed earlier.
If this was truly Armes, then she had to have gone through something to make her this way, because she was not this big before.
There was no time to ponder on these questions; Armes was already using her unoccupied tentacle to assault Angelus.
Pulling herself from her mind, Armes jumped and dodged the tentacle. As she was airborne, she realized that only one had been sent her way, meaning another one would be approaching soon.
But she was already in the air; she had no time to pivot herself into a position to be able to avoid the second one.
She braced herself by putting both of her arms up to reduce the damage of the attack. If she were lucky, she'd only have a few broken bones in her arms, leaving her able to use her legs.
Landing on the floor, Angelus stood in surprise for but a moment. Why was there no second tentacle as a follow-up attack? She was only using 6 to stir the typhoon.
It could only mean that she was occupied using that other tentacle for something else, like holding someone.
Angelus's eyes darted around the area, searching and examining every tentacle until she saw what she was looking for.
There it was, the tentacle holding Etsy.
Angelus attempted to leap up from the floor, but she couldn't; something was holding her down to the floor.
She looked down to see what was restraining her, to be met with the sight of the black ooze covering her shoes.
Redirecting her attention to her watch, she had only 10 minutes left.
Sighing, she looked back up at Armes, who was getting ready to attack another monstrous tentacle at her.
But all Angelus could say was:
"10 minutes, 10 minutes is all I have to play with you."
And within the same second, Angelus was gone.