"Musashi Miyamoto, I desire your powers," came the resolute voice of Farkas

Musashi Miyamoto answered the call, his transformation rendering him even taller than before, adorned in enigmatic armor. His newfound strength was matched by an array of weapons materializing across his body, yet he chose to wield a katana and wakizashi, his signature style of dual-wielding.

"Dolos-Spirit of Trickery may I use your power once more" Luna requested.

Luna also underwent her transformation, though the spoken incantations were more for theatrical flair than necessity, as they believed it enhanced their coolness factor.

Vail, concealed within the shadows, stealthily approached one of the wings, aiming to immobilize it. Meanwhile, Farkas, Spirit, and I each moved towards separate wings, while Luna directed her attention to Akio, casting an illusion to manipulate the wings' trajectory.

"Ace, I require your assistance," I called out.

"I'm already here," he nonchalantly replied, having been summoned without my noticing.

"These high-tier spirits are truly remarkable," I inwardly sighed, although Ace's antics had become familiar over the centuries of our companionship.

Drawing closer to one of the wings, I summoned a powerful gust of wind, preventing it from striking the ground. With Ace's aid, I ensnared the wing within constructs of swirling air. To my left, a radiant yellow glow emanated, mirroring the spell that had previously ensnared Vail. Each time the wings collided with the barrier, it glowed, only to subside when left undisturbed.

On the opposite side, Vail and Farkas employed different tactics. One wing found itself ensnared by hardened darkness, while the other's fate remained obscured. Farkas appeared to be engaged in a mysterious endeavor, effectively keeping the wing at bay.

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Gently cradling Akio's face, I conjured blue sand that encircled him, weaving a veil of illusion. In his altered reality, he continued to rampage through the forest, blissfully unaware of the intervention. Altering the scenery abruptly would raise suspicions, so instead, I erased any sign of those restraining his wings.

All seemed tranquil for a while, and I attempted to manipulate him within my illusion. However, Akio uttered a single word that disrupted the fragile equilibrium.

"Amplify."

My illusion teetered on the brink of collapse as Akio nearly broke free, his realization of something amiss triggering an instinctual struggle against the unseen shackles. Farkas was the first to fall, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events. Spirit's grip on the wing faltered next. Vail's hardened darkness shattered, only to be swiftly replaced by a multitude of dark tendrils, firmly restraining the wing. Ace and Rohan, on the other hand, seemed to handle the situation with relative ease, their restraints holding firm.

The loose wings writhed and attempted to soar, but their efforts were in vain, met with immediate restraints by our party and the bear who had initially lost them.

After a while, the majestic wings began to shrink until they vanished from sight, leaving Akio unconscious once again. Rohan swiftly teleported us back to the safety of our homes. As we settled down, relief washed over us, and a sense of calm gradually enveloped the room. Feeling the weight of exhaustion tugging at our eyelids, Farkas, Ilva, and I bid each other goodnight, yearning for a well-deserved slumber. The day had been eventful, and the prospect of another sleepless moment was unwelcome.