Aᴛ ᴛʜᴇ Gᴀᴛᴇs ᴏF Eᴠɪʟ!
They might be facing death, looking him in the eye and begging for an end but it was too late to stop now. The three, very different kalons stood together at the foot of the castle that towered high above their heads. Demons could be seen above, flying circles around the towers like vultures searching for a kill. However, the demons were much bigger than birds and attacked each other at random times.
Cried of rage of pain could be heard all over, growls and roars from the demons both above and inside those large wooden doors. Ico crossed his arms and lowered his head, feeling afraid more than anything. "Do we really have to go in? I don't think I can do it..." He preferred catch weasels and having a party in the lavalands with his friends.
Allariia rests a paw on his shoulder, taking a deep breath herself as the young mage hardly had any experience fighting demons. "We have to, can't turn with our tails between are legs when we're so close to victory. Countless are depending on us, keep your head high and at least pretend this'll easy." She encourages, something she didn't often do to anyone. After spending so much time around this baby, she'd grown to understand he needed more than an iron fist to guide him along.
Ixion nods, pulling out his lance and facing the gate. "We all know that, hero work isn't for the faint of heart. Besides, we fought off an enchanted statue, rode a phoenix and solved fairy riddle. What's a few demons on top of that?" Ico looked up at his companions, still terrified but he couldn't run away now.
Not only would they not let him run, but if they didn't do it then who would? Sucking up his fear, the prince nods and grips is silver short sword. "I know, just show time gitters I guess? Don't let anything kill me..." He says finally, ready to break in and save the town. Being brave for once in his life wouldn't be easy, but he had support and dreams to keep him going.