⛦Final Fantasy XV⛦The Divine Necromancer

Chapter XXXIII - End of Days

Passengers sat outside on the train station in Tenebrae. They were all terrified by what had happen on the train before the stop and not even the train drivers wished to continue their way to Gralea because of the daemons that have attacked the train. In was night and it was too dangerous for everyone to continue further. Except for Noctis.

"We need to get to Gralea." Noctis stormed out of the train with quick steps.

"Noct, you heard the drivers yourself, they won't drive until the morning." Gladio tried to put some sense into him the easy way.

"I don't care!" Noctis turned towards his three friends. "Ardyn has her and he has the Crystal. We need to get to Gralea before it's too late."

"Well, someone's in the bad mood."

Upon hearing seductive, yet mysterious voice behind him, Noctis turned around only to see Aranea. A Mercenary working for Niflheim. She stood before them, one step taller them, with her arms crossed against her chest.

"Aranea." Noctis spoke her name monochromatically and in return she smirked, but frowned when she saw Ignis.

Aranea slightly gasped at the sight of Ignis's eyes. "What did you do to your eyes?" She questioned, showing genuine concern.

"Oh, uh..." Ignis cleared his throat. "Just a flesh wound."

"Can you see?"

"I'm afraid not." Aranea let out a sad sigh without nothing else to say and instead she begun to search for the only woman in their group. "Uh, where's kitten?" She questioned, hoping they will say she's still on the train, but the answer she got is not what she expected.

"Ardyn took her." Noctis visibly showed anger towards what happen and by the tension in his body, Aranea could tell he was far from being calm and collected. "Aranea, we need your help." Aranea raised her eyebrows, awaiting him to continue. "We need to get to Gralea as soon as possible. Can you give us a ride?"

"Wish I could." Aranea answered. "But my airship ran into some problems, therefor I'm stuck here 'til the morning until my men fix it. But I know someone who would willingly drive the train."

"You do?" Gladiolus wondered and Aranea gave them a nod.

"Follow me."

Aranea turned on her heels and the four of them followed her. Noctis took a look around. Everyone seemed to be terrified and also, saddened by the death of the Oracle. Everyone was afraid and nights have become their fears. Daemons have been arriving in larger numbers and there was no one to push them away. There were too many daemons and too little heroes.

"Hecate would be happy to hear I left Niflheim." Aranea commented, showing traces of sadness in her voice. "My men and I are in the search and rescue business now." She added. "By the way, how sure are you that Ardyn took Hecate to Gralea?"

"The Crystal is there." Noctis answered. "So, I just came to conclusion he is trying to lure me to it."

Aranea gave him a nod of understanding and she slightly gulped at the thought that begun crossing her head. "Has she became Divine?" Aranea asked.

"Yes." Smile appeared on Aranea's lips.

"I knew she could do it." Aranea spoke in a whisper, her words only meant for her.

Noctis, Prompto, Gladiolus and Ignis continued to follow Aranea over the bridge and towards the group of men that worked for Aranea. Her red ship was surrounded by a few who were using tools to fix the malfunction that set in. But what mostly caught their interest was Fenestala Manor that was covered in flames.