"So you aren't from this world... You came here because of an artifact... And if I am correct, this artifact is called the Elemental Prism." Ash said, her voice a low, steady rumble, eyes locked on Sunny across the dying bonfire. Her initial fury had cooled, leaving a wary, sharp-edged pragmatism in its place.
Ash didn't flinch under his gaze, and continued: "The Elemental Prism isn't an artifact, but a humanoid creature. By your description, he is the one you're after. But how do you expect to defeat him?" Her tone was disarmingly candid. He stared back, taking in the way her purple skin seemed to absorb and reflect the flickering orange light.
Sunny sighed, running a hand through his hair. The earlier tension with Ash had been exhausting, yet somehow clarifying. "I don't want to defeat him, I want him as an ally," he admitted, the exhale carrying a genuine weight of necessity.
