With a twist of his hand the shadows would try and grab hold of the abominations and crush them even with the light being the source.
The creature tried to fight, moved its countless appendages fighting and released the light, broke the ice wall and going towards them, the empress took Sabatar and Hisanmi moving sideways in white flash using Godspeed side of her investment.
As Sabatar ran, Hisanmi would cover the man's body in black. But to his point of view, Sabatar would reappear almost instantly in another place, leaving the two of them.
"Oh, you... don't know about my..?" pausing to stop, it wasn't really a rare occurrence that Pythia was born with a White Investiture and him being born with a different one, however...
"Ah, I apologize, Ms. Pythia." he replied, lowering his head.
"A plan, I will create a fissure in the earth, we will try to get it inside the fissure, how your abilities work?, this is important, if we manage to limit it tens of meters below the ground, I will generate a fire spell to make it explode" she ask
"You see..." Hisanmi would gently place his arm around Pythia's shoulder.
Shutting that seal off with the shadow, the monster would be stuck in his realm and crushed to death with the fire the lady shot out, removing his domain and cancelling his ability, it sure was done and dusted.
"Are you OK?" She asked slightly worried, noticing that Hisanmi suddenly cough, she wasn't sure if what was happening to him could be related or not with this new infestation of tar-mistwraith.
"I'm fine, Ms. Pythia, no need to worry about me..." shaking his head, slowly walking away with his cane.
She saw him, she wondered where Rassilon got this man.
Hisanmi would continue walking, but glanced at Pythia a little.
"I was born into a poor family with one sibling. Our father died long after I was born, and my Mother was sickly and tired of work..." he said, his voice still calm and soothing, "The home that we have was just dirt piled together with rusty pipes and used wood. Little bits of rice would be the only source of sustenance that we have, sometimes picking off of trash bins just to eat..."
For a second, Pythia looked at him, and then walked over to give him a hug.
He tried to resist the hug, but simply couldn't.
"Don't say that, everyone may suffer at some point in their life, but they also have the right to be happy, to have someone take care of them, after all the strong take care of themselves, but the strongest take care of the others who need them."
"I don't really need anyone, Ms. Pythia..." Hisanmi shook his head again, "As the eldest of my siblings, I... I need to be the toughest out there, to bear more than them. Because, I'm worried of what can happen to Yoshioka, I'm worried that she could be in danger.... And I..." losing his thoughts, his head would face Pythia, who still was hugging him.
"For that reason, the value you feel of being a wall against adversity, to resist for them because you know that they have high regard for you, that you are their beacon of hope that you will always be with them" she ran a hand over his hair
"I insist, Ms. Pythia. I... I don't need your pity..." coughing more and more, drawing blood on his hands.
"Please, just Pythia, come let's move to another place that is not so destroyed and look for medicine for your cough" she answer.
After some time at a nearby hospital, both were sitting at a bench, with people making looks towards them— specifically towards Pythia— as Hisanmi was at the end, away from her and taking his pills, drinking water.
The man saw her attempt at manipulating people's thoughts just like that— all on a whim— as if she's some goddess, when in accordance with the books and myths, she truly was.
"I'm sorry if I'm taking up a lot of your personal space, I'm just curious, but that's probably a bad way to start a conversation" she said while put her hand on her chin thinking it was a bad choice of words.
"It's not, Ms..." taking a long breath, "It's not a problem, Pythia. I'm fine..." replied Hisanmi calmly, but still not looking at her, with eyes sort of tired.
She looked at him for a moment, sat on the side, looking ahead.
"None." he replied politely, "I'm always sick, so... I never get the chance to do anything. If sleeping counts then, that'd be my hobby..."
Pythia looked saddened at the man, she hoped that although he was born poor, given his status as Rassilon's right-hand man, he would have dedicated a little time to something of his own having the resources, perhaps reading, after all even Rassilon respects the fact that that people have their needs.
"What instrument did you play?" he asked, looking at Pythia now, his sky blue eyes right at hers.
"I am someone who plays Shamisen, although only one person sometimes asks me to do use when I have time" she aswner
"That's an interesting instrument. Never thought that... someone like you would be this... normal." his eyes would look down, glancing at her shoes, then up her shoulder, then to the side— her hair— and back at the face.
"Deep down, all people want to be in peace, relaxed without worries, to live normally, after all those who have lived endless adventures retire to stay in peace taking care of their family on a farm" she said lightly shrugging her shoulders.
"Family...." he repeated, looking at her, "We both seek family, right?"
"In some ways, I suppose, I want to protect them" she said, smiling slightly as she remembered her daughter when she was little.
"I guess you can say we're, in some way, the same.." smiling and chuckling a little.
"I guess, after all we just have to talk and get to know each other better, who knows maybe we'll give each other advice"
"Advice? I never thought I'd be giving an advice to the Black Empress..." smiling a bit more, chuckling.
"Oh come on, we're both not perfect, that's fine, we're human, it's in our nature to make mistakes and take advice from someone else" she laughs lightly.
