Kapitel 418: A Lonesome Quest

The small, barely lit flame inside of him was rekindled by the words of his friend. 

"Macheo…" He said. 

He was interrupted by the crimson-eyed prince tossing the silver cloak he borrowed at his face, pulling it off as he looked back at Macheo. 

"Didn't you hear me? Get the hell out of here!...It's on you now: I'm counting on you--you're my best bet to...to save Aiko, okay?! You've got Iris waiting on you, too!" Macheo roared out as the cultists began to slowly enclose around them. 

Clenching his fist tightly, he nodded his head--accepting the mission bestowed upon him as for the first time in what felt like forever--he could smile. 

"Go---!" Macheo shouted. 

Following his words, the Lucrauvian prince made a clearing in the abundance of black-robed foes with a burst of his aquatic magecraft, parting a path for the scar-laden young man. 

"Achelous: Atlantean!"