Tiona fidgeted in restless discomfort, scowling as she endured stomach cramps. "I need the bathroom!" she bellowed with a sense of urgency from her voice ringing across the cavern. "I'm going to crap myself!"
The Militispes guards regarded her with suspicion and incredulity, their serpentine eyes narrowing in distrust. A guard captain hissed, bearing its fangs and flickering its forked tongue. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, very funny."
"I'm telling the truth! I need to take a dump, I need to take a big, big dump!"
Her pupils dilated in panic, her face contorted in agony. "Oh no," she panted, her voice quivering. "The turtle is poking its head out!"
The guards were filled with terror and disgust, their faces twisted in revulsion. Their gazes locked, conveying fear and uncertainty as they grappled with deciding the right course of action.
"Fine," one guard exclaimed impatiently. "But make it quick."
A vast, childlike smirk broke on Tiona's face as she closed her eyes. She looked innocently at the guards like a puppy asking to be released. "One last thing: I need a volunteer to wipe my ass! Who's brave enough?"
"Get going!" The guards were having none of it. They shoved Tiona to the guard room. "And no funny business!"
With a giggle, Tiona concealed her true intent. "I'd never do that!" she exclaimed, batting her eyelashes to accentuate her childlike purity.
Reluctantly, the guards undid her restraints, and she trotted to the guard room, her hands covering her backside. "Geez, guys, that was close," she murmured as she went to the bathroom.
Tiona's face split into an impish grin as she locked the door behind her. "Works every time," she said, stifling a giggle.
She quickly made her way to the restroom in the corner and attended to her needs. "Bombs away," she sighed in relief.
Tiona did her thing, and in a matter of seconds, she began to relieve herself in a not-so-discreet manner. The guards were visibly recoiled, their faces tinged with repulsion.
Tiona let out a long, satisfied sigh as she finished her business.
"That was a good dump. I feel like I've lost weight."
She flushed the toilet and hurried to the sink to wash her hands. Her mind raced as she formulated a plan. "Guys," she called out, her voice loud enough to be heard through the door. "Can someone bring me some toilet paper? I don't want to have to wipe with my hand."
The guards stared at each other in disbelief, their expressions mixed with bewilderment and repugnance. They couldn't just abandon their posts; the smell of human feces was too much for their hypersensitive noses to bear.
"Our guest is in need of some bathroom tissue," one of the guards shouted, his voice filled with frustration.
It wasn't long before a hesitant Gorgon-Spawn presented a toilet paper roll. It handed it to Tiona, its snake-like pupils narrowing into slits.
Tiona took the roll of toilet paper and placed it on the sink. She turned to the guard with a sweet smile. "Thanks," she chirped. "Now, would you be a dear and help me wipe my arse?"
The guard balked at such an absurd request. "What?" it hissed, its voice filled with disbelief.
Tiona chuckled and reached for the roll of toilet paper. "Oh, come on," she said teasingly. "There are some places that are tricky to reach."
The guard gaped at Tiona, its eyes wide with astonishment and confusion. It glanced at the other guard outside the room, hoping for direction. The other guard shrugged, clearly at a loss for words.
"Don't try anything," the guard finally hissed, its voice laced with suspicion. "Just keep your hands where I can see them."
Tiona smiled innocently and placed the roll of toilet paper in her palm. She turned and bent over, presenting her bare bottom to the guard.
"Gotcha," she muttered to herself as she raised her fist above the guard's head and brought it down hard, knocking it unconscious.
She hurried to the other guard, her movements quick and efficient.
Before the guard could respond, Tiona ripped off the toilet lid and struck the guard with it at surprising speed, cracking it across the face.
"Thanks for the TP, snake-breath!" She said as she cleaned up.
She hurried to Finn and the others, untying them as quickly as possible. "Come on!" she urged, her voice filled with urgency. "We have to move now!"
Tione rubbed her wrists as the ropes fell away, looking at her sister with disbelief and admiration. "How did you come up with that plan, Tiona?"
Tiona shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. "I didn't," she admitted. "I really did need to go."
"Ugh, nasty!" Tione exclaimed, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"Well, it's the first time I haven't had to poop in a hole in the ground for weeks!" Tiona retorted. "C'mon, we've got bigger fish to fry."
Finn, ever the leader, regained his composure first. "Alright, everyone, focus. We need to move quickly before the Militispes realize what's happened."
The group started to move, their steps cautious yet purposeful. The dark, twisting corridors of Tyratryx Fortress of Nightmares seemed to close in around them, but their resolve grew stronger with each passing moment. They had tackled numerous challenges before, but this one felt different—more , her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, whispered, "Keep an eye out for traps. Medusa won't make this easy."
Tione, now walking beside Tiona, shook her head in disbelief. "Only you could turn a bathroom break into a rescue mission."
Tiona chuckled. "Hey, whatever works, right?"
The path ahead grew narrower, the air thick with the scent of mildew and danger. The walls seemed to pulse with an eerie, unnatural energy—a testament to Medusa's twisted influence.
Finn held up a hand, signaling the group to stop. "I hear something," he whispered, his eyes narrowing as he strained to listen.
A faint, rhythmic sound echoed through the corridor, growing louder with each passing second. The group tensed, readying their weapons and preparing for whatever lay ahead.
As the sound drew nearer, the source became clear: the steady march of Militispes, their armor clanking in unison. The group exchanged determined glances, knowing that a confrontation was inevitable.
Finn's voice was low but resolute. "Prepare yourselves. This is it."
With a collective breath, the adventurers steeled themselves for the battle to come, their spirits unbroken and their resolve unwavering.
Meanwhile, Riveria and Ais lay trapped beneath the weight of the petrified remains, their strength waning with each passing second. The air was growing even thinner, and the darkness became more overbearing with each passing moment.
Riveria's heart raced as the weight of the petrified remains pressed down upon her, threatening to crush the life from her body. Beside her, Ais struggled against her bonds, her face contorted in a grimace of pain and desperation.
"Are you all right, Ais?" Riveria asked.
"Riveria," Ais whispered, her voice barely audible beneath the deafening silence. "I... I don't think I can hold on much longer."
Riveria's eyes narrowed in defiance, her jaw clenched in determination.
"Hang in there, Ais. Trust me." Riveria shifted her body until she was facing Ais. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against Ais's own, her eyes searching the depths of Ais's golden gaze.
"Remember all those years ago?" Riveria asked. "When you were a reckless child who charged head first into danger?"
Ais's eyes widened, a faint smile crossing her lips as the memories came flooding back. "Yes," she replied, her voice trembling slightly.
"You always had me worried sick. But I never doubted your strength," Riveria continued. "You've come so far since then, Ais. You're one of the strongest people I know. And when together, no force on Earth can hold us back. Think of Bell Cranel. He needs us, Ais. More than ever. He needs you."
Ais's expression hardened with resolve, her eyes gleaming with a renewed determination. "You're right," she agreed, her voice steady and unwavering. "I will not let him down."
"I'll have us out of here in no time at all," Riveria said.
She closed her eyes, focusing her mind on the task at hand. With a subtle flick of her wrist, she began to channel her magic, directing it towards the ropes that bound her.
"What are you doing?" Ais asked.
"Just a little bit of magic." Riveria retorted,
The magic flowed through her veins, a searing heat that burned with an intensity that matched her determination. Slowly, methodically, she focused the energy on the fibers of the rope, willing them to weaken and fray.
The rope began to crackle and snap, the sound reverberating through the chamber like a cacophony of thunder. Ais watched in awe as Riveria's magic slowly began to take effect.
"Amazing, Riveria! If only you were as good as cooking as you are with magic."
"Yes, Ais. Shut up. I'm trying to concentrate."
It was a delicate process, one that required immense concentration and control. Too much power, and the ropes would snap, alerting their captors to their escape attempt. Too little, and they would remain trapped, doomed to suffocate beneath the weight of the stone.
Riveria gritted her teeth, her brow furrowed in concentration as she poured every ounce of her strength into the task. Beside her, Ais watched in awe, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and hope.
The ropes began to smoke, the acrid scent of burning fibers filling the air. Riveria's heart pounded in her chest as she redoubled her efforts, knowing that every second counted.
Finally, with a soft snap, the ropes gave way, falling away from her wrists in a shower of smoldering ash. Riveria let out a gasp of relief, her lungs burning as she gulped in the stale, musty air.
She turned to Ais, a look of triumph in her eyes. "Come on," she whispered. "Let's get you out of these."
Riveria's fingers moved nimbly, untying Ais's bonds with practiced ease.
The two women exchanged a brief, triumphant glance before turning their attention to the daunting task ahead.
"We have to find Bell," Ais said, her voice filled with urgency.
"Yes," Riveria agreed, her voice trembling with concern for Bell. "We have to rescue him."
The pair rose to their feet, their bodies shaking as they struggled against the weight of the stone surrounding them.
"But we have no idea where he's being held." Ais retorted.
"But our old friend Tyratryx knows, doesn't she? Let's ask her." Riveria suggested. "Let's regroup with the others first. We need to find out where they're being held."
Ais nodded in agreement and reached out to Riveria for support. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Can you walk?"
Riveria's strength returned as she stood with Ais, her body still weak but her resolve unbroken.
"Do you even need to ask?"
"Come on," Ais said, moving forward and helping Riveria up from her knees. "We have to keep moving."
As the pair stumbled forward through the darkness, the air thick with the scent of death and decay, they could only hope that Bell was safe...
Ais and Riveria crept through the winding corridors, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and decay, and the only sound was the soft echo of their footsteps against the damp stone.
As they rounded a corner, they caught sight of a familiar group of faces: the members of the Hestia and Loki Familias, their expressions grim but resolute. Finn, Tione, Tiona, Lefiya, and Asfi were all there, their weapons at the ready.
"Ais! Riveria!" Tiona exclaimed, her voice a mixture of relief and surprise. "You're okay!"
Riveria nodded, her expression tight. "We managed to escape, but Bell, Loki and Hestia are still being held somewhere."
Finn's brow furrowed in concentration. "We need to find them, and fast. Who knows what Tyratryx has planned?"
As if on cue, a lone Militispes guard rounded the corner, its serpentine eyes widening in surprise as it caught sight of the group. Before it could react, Tione and Tiona pounced, their powerful arms wrapping around the creature's throat in a vise-like grip.
"Where are our weapons?" Tione demanded, her voice a low growl.
The guard struggled against her grip, its eyes bulging in fear. "I... I don't know!" it gasped, its voice a strangled whisper.
Tiona tightened her grip, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Don't lie to us," she warned, her voice dangerously calm.
The guard's resolve crumbled under the intensity of her gaze. "Okay, okay!" it whimpered. "They're in the armory, down the hall and to the left."
Finn nodded, his expression grim. "Tione, Tiona, go get our weapons. The rest of us will watch our new friend here."
The Amazoness twins nodded, releasing their grip on the guard and sprinting down the hallway. They returned moments later, their arms laden with weapons.
Riveria turned to the guard, her voice low and commanding. "Where are Bell, Loki, and Hestia being held?"
The guard's eyes darted back and forth, its expression a mask of fear. "I... I don't know," it stammered, its voice trembling. "I swear!"
Ais's eyes narrowed, her hand tightening around the hilt of her sword. "Then take us to Tyratryx's throne room," she demanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.
The guard's shoulders slumped in defeat, its head bowing low. "As you wish," it muttered, its voice barely audible over their hearts pounding.
With their weapons in hand and a new sense of purpose, the group set off down the winding corridors, their footsteps echoing through the darkness as they followed the reluctant guard deeper into the heart of Tyratryx's lair.
The corridor outside Tyratryx's throne room buzzed with tension. Hestia Familia and Loki Familia moved with practiced precision, dispatching guards with swift, silent efficiency. Tiona and Tione's coordinated strikes rendered the Militispe helpless, their serpentine bodies crumpling to the ground without a sound. Finn and Asfi covered their flanks, ensuring no alarm could be raised.
Riveria's eyes caught a glint of something familiar among the fallen guards. She knelt and retrieved the ancient Holy weapon of Perseus, Harpe, a gift from Hermes to Bell. The weapon felt heavy in her hand, but its power thrummed through her veins, invigorating her. She nodded to Ais, who acknowledged her with a fierce smile.
The final guard fell, and the path to the throne room lay open. Riveria and Ais moved like shadows, slipping into the grand chamber where Tyratryx awaited. The room was vast, draped in shadows and the oppressive weight of malevolent energy. Tyratryx lounged on her throne, her eyes glowing with an eerie, otherworldly light.
With a synchronized movement, Riveria and Ais lunged, their swords poised at Tyratryx's throat. The cold steel kissed her skin, but instead of fear, a chilling laugh escaped her lips.
"Do not move, you monster," Riveria hissed.
"Do you plan to kill me, Ljos Alf?" Tyratryx's voice was a seductive purr, her calm demeanor unnerving. Her eyes flickered with amusement as she surveyed the two women. "Is Bell's beloved Riveria really just a cold-blooded killer?"
Ais's eyes narrowed, her grip on her sword tightening. "You deserve nothing less," she spat, her voice filled with contempt.
Riveria took a deep breath, willing herself to remain calm in the face of Tyratryx's mocking words.
"It takes one to know one, doesn't it, Nine Hell?" Tyratryx retorted with a cruel smile.
Riveria stiffened, her eyes blazing with anger. "Watch your tongue, Tyratryx," she warned.
Tyratryx ignored Riveria's warning, her eyes drifting over Ais's shoulder.
"So, this is the woman you raised? A blithering idiot with the personality of sandpaper." Tyratryx sneered at Ais as though she were an insect she had crushed beneath her heel. "What a disappointment."
"Hold your tongue or I will cut it out," Ais snapped.
"How scary! Bell's precious women truly are monsters!" Tyratryx's lips curled in a mocking smile as she continued her taunting. "To think you've come to rescue your lover... how adorable."
Riveria and Ais exchanged glances, their eyes blazing with defiance and concern for Bell.
"Where is he, Tyratryx? Depending on your answer, your head may remain on your shoulders." Riveria said through gritted teeth.
"Which one of is the real monster, Ljos Alf? My people are storming to complete victory. You abandoned your people and left them in death and ruin." Tyratryx accused Riveria, who winced.
Riveria tightened her grip on Harpe, her resolve unwavering. "This ends now, Tyratryx. The was is over, and you lose."
Tyratryx's laughter echoed through the chamber, a haunting sound that sent shivers down their spines. "Is that Harpe that you hold in your hand?" She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with malice. "The weapon that was used to murder me over and over again."
Riveria's eyes narrowed, her voice filled with suspicion. "Yes, it is. And I'm prepared to use it to end this madness once and for all."
Tyratryx clicked her tongue disapprovingly.
"But then you'll never find your precious Bell." Tyratryx feigned a frown before her face twisted into a sadistic smirk. "And isn't that all you want? To be with your love? But there is only one Bell. Only one of you can have him."
The blade of Harpe pressed harder against Tyratryx's throat, drawing a trickle of blood.
"Do you honestly think you can escape here alive? You're trapped here for eternity without the complete Eye." Tyratryx retorted.
Ais's eyes blazed with anger as she glared at Tyratryx, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her sword.
Riveria's anger boiled over, and with a swift, decisive motion, she swung Harpe, severing Tyratryx's head from her body. The head hit the ground with a sickening thud, rolling to a stop at Riveria's feet.
A moment of eerie silence followed. Then, a chilling sound filled the chamber—the sound of laughter. Riveria and Ais stared in horror as Tyratryx's severed head began to chuckle, her eyes glinting with malicious glee.
"Idiots," Tyratryx rasped from the disembodied head, her laughter growing louder. You just made the biggest mistake of your lives!"
The headless body convulsed violently, the flesh rippling and warping. Before their eyes, it began to mutate, elongating and transforming into a grotesque form. The torso stretched and thickened, appearing like a giant anaconda, its scales glistening with a sickly sheen.
From the gaping stump where Tyratryx's head once sat, hundreds of smaller snakes began to emerge, their bodies writhing and twisting. They acted like tentacles, each moving with a sinister, independent will. The sight was nightmarish, a monstrous abomination that defied reason.
Riveria and Ais stepped back, their faces pale with shock and disgust. The grotesque form of Tyratryx's mutated body loomed before them, and the smaller snakes hissed and snapped in a frenzied dance.
"Now, you will face my true power," Tyratryx's voice echoed through the chamber, emanating from her severed head. "And you will suffer for your arrogance."
The snakes lunged forward, their movements swift and unpredictable. Riveria and Ais barely had time to react, their swords flashing as they attempted to fend off the onslaught. The tentacle-like snakes lashed out, striking with terrifying speed and precision.
Riveria's mind raced as she fought, her heart pounding with fear and determination. She had to find a way to stop this abomination, to protect her friends and ensure that Bell was safe. But the sheer number of snakes made it a daunting task, each a deadly threat.
Ais moved with her characteristic agility, her sword slicing through the air as she cut down the writhing snakes. But for every one she struck down, another seemed to take its place, the grotesque form of Tyratryx's body relentless in its assault.
The chamber was filled with the sounds of battle—the clash of steel, the hiss of snakes, and the haunting laughter of Tyratryx's severed head. Riveria and Ais fought with all their might, their determination unwavering even in the face of such a nightmarish foe.