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Ignis rushed forward, dual-tier claws tightly clenched in each fist. Large walls surrounded him, tree roots and thick vines covering nearly every inch of the stone. He swung upward, causing a mushroom about to slew poison to disappear in a puff of smoke, leaving behind a bag of silver that cluttered to the ground with a few soft clanks as the coins inside clinked together. Before Ignis had a chance to pick up the loot. He kicked his leg out backward, connecting with another mushroom, resulting in the same thing as the first one and a drawstring bag cluttered to the stone. Then before Ignis could take a breath, a whole swarm of them attacked at once.
He immediately spun, one clawed hand in front of him, the other behind both infused with glowing red magic clinging to the metal. Ignis easily took down the swarm. His claws connecting with the mushrooms as they rushed him all at once. Smoke smothered Ignis and bags of coins clattered to the ground, one right after another. Ignis coughed as the smoke dispelled, eyes peeled as he scanned the area for any other enemies. Though for the moment it was quiet, Unfortunately, Ignis knew that it wouldn’t last for long. He spun on his heel and strode toward his goal. There tangled and tied within the dark green vines was his companion...Zyla. She stared at him, The eyes dyed entirely a hue of dark purple with little pin prints of white dotted all over. Ignis raised his blade to strike when a fleeting thought crossed his mind. Should he use a spell? It would be faster, but it would attract attention...attention of the enemy and Shiro told to lay low. But if he didn’t it would take longer to cut through the vines and the enemies would have a chance to surround them, but they could go unnoticed for longer. If Ignis infuses his blade with magic, click on Chapter 15. If Ignis chooses to use his blade without magic, click on Chapter 16.