"So-sorry about that, I was a bit pre-occupied. Can I help you?"
"Preoccupied? You look really worrying. Are you really alright?"
Something about the girl's aura earlier made Reimu raise her eyebrows but she wasn't really able to understand much of it yet, just that something might be happening with her. Well, it's not like it's good for her if she's being pushy with knowing what was wrong with the girl, but for the time being, it might be best if she stayed near her. Wherever Yukari was now, Reimu was sure she'd be able to handle herself just fine. Isamy's roar that soon followed was quite deafening and delayed Reimu's attempt to talk with the girl again though. Wait, why would she be in pain anyway? Isamy was definitely not making any sense now, so rather than being worried about her, Reimu decided to focus her effort on talking with the girl while Isamy nor her servants were targetting them for now.
"Zoning out in a place like this wouldn't be good. I don't know what happened but I guess I'll stick around you for now. Isamy's getting preoccupied with other things and the constructs are pretty mindless, so it's a good time for you to sort out your mind."
She really was bad at talking about people and their feelings. Reimu was barely able to hide her disappointment at her own words. Those sure sounded a lot better in her mind.
If it comes down to it, I have options available to restrict his movements, and the fiery girl seems to have a knack for confusing him and making him think at least. For now though, I'll see what I can do to convince him.
Even if we're unable to reach out to him, perhaps it was nice that we're holding him here rather than letting him rampage across the battlefield.
It would be best if I leave this entirely to you and Chandra. I'll continue monitoring the situation in the meantime.
In a way, Satori was quite amused as she watched the exchange between the corrupted mind mage and Darcy and Chandra. In a way she was starting to understand the mindset of the people that chose to follow Isamy. Personally, she didn't care much about rejecting or accepting Isamy, being simply a construct made of memory. Although, without contact with Koishi for long, she started to consider her own stance on the issue. So far she didn't really like what she's seeing on Isamy's side, though.
The poor creature was in pain, wasn't it? How pitiful, being reduced to a state even lower than Satori's own state. It was awfully docile against anyone not directly attacking it though. Perhaps something was going on with it? Satori had no way to check as it would require her to lay her mind bare for Isamy to violate relentlessly, but she couldn't help but wonder.
Let's not forget about Isamy herself. She's awfully docile so far for someone that hates our guts, primarily only reacting. I couldn't shake off the feeling that things would go worse sooner or later if we lower our guard.
The desolate ruins of the former battlefield, rupturing itself with the distortions going on with it amplified the hopeless feeling growing in her heart. She could see the members of the Counter Corps and Divines doing their own thing and slowly moving out from the wasteland to their own bases. Yet, her friend, the only one precious to her, she was still nowhere to be seen.
The sight of the empty world started to make her feel sick. It reminded her too much of herself. A no one, someone that didn't even exist until she was given the barest of identity just a few hours ago. Outside of that, Tenco was the only thing anchoring her so she could have this identity as "Amato". She had barely anything about herself, to the point of she didn't experience anything in the Infinite Tsukuyomi aside from the wishes of her friend.
She was still barely able to wrap her mind about it. Marriage didn't seem to be what someone like Tenco would wish for. And who was that person, anyway? All she could remember was the black suit as that husband figure was walking on her side, with her feeling as ecstatic as Tenco would be in that situation. Why would she even feel like that? That wasn't her wish. She had nothing she would wish for right now, and even if she did have one, it wouldn't be a marriage of all things.
A flash of white and crimson in the distance.
Was it what she's looking for? It was out of the ordinary compared to the endless emptiness that she had been stumbling around for in a while, so even if it was just a minute change from what was usual, it sparked a hope within her. Dragging herself forward, it was clearly that of two figures. Their image became clearer and clearer as she approached the two. One was an angelic looking demon, and the other was of a demonic looking angel.
Gengetsu and Tenshi, weren't they? She wondered for a bit why she didn't feel any particularly strong feelings about Tenshi despite that she was her source to some degrees, unlike Tenco who was passionate about her, whether about hating her or liking her. Perhaps she was just not that important to her in the end. Gengetsu was even less so. She knew she was kind despite being a demon with a knack of destruction, but even as she watched the demon bleeding on the ground as she faced the ashen-colored Tenshi, the nameless girl didn't feel anything.
Their conversation was unclear. Was Tenshi saying that she was a visionary? Creating a new world? That didn't make any sense to the nameless girl, and she really couldn't care less about it. She'd rather just move on and continue the search for her friend, but she had nowhere else to go but forward. Every steps that she took, Tenshi became more and more deranged. Perhaps it was wrong for Tenco to trust her, or perhaps something bad happened to Tenshi just now. The girl was glad that Tenco wasn't here to watch it though.
And thus, it was the end for the demon named Gengetsu, drained into a husk before disappearing into the void, and the nameless girl kept on moving forward regardless. Tenshi needed fragments, for what? She became more and more of a lunatic now. Whether she would do anything to her or not now was irrelevant. The nameless girl knew she would be able to ignore anything Tenshi would throw out at her. Even as the Celestial that was burnt to cinders noticed her, the nameless girl remains emotionless.
And so, she decided to greet her.
“So, there you are. One last fragment of me that I needed to end.
Let us end this, Tenco.”
"The hell's even going on inside...?"
The short-haired Tenshi stared at the lightless sword on her hand. It was nothing more than a slab of decorated metal now as the system empowering it seemed to have shut itself down for the time being. Not having any weapons to rely on now was quite a pain. She wished that at least she could still get the Rainbow Sword or Guuungnir, but like hell she's able to materialize weapons out of thin air.
In the meantime though, it seemed that Rhadamantys did have some ideas on how to bait and trap the lightning apostle. Using what looked like a bat to bait the opponent, then using the smokes from the clashing attacks' explosion to create an opportunity to...trap everyone currently in combat inside of a cage of blacky blackness? Err...that might not be what Tenshi was thinking about, but maybe that's not that bad of an idea. Of course, this made her unable to use PK Ground or World Creation Press, but she's sure that she'd be fine. Perhaps.
"So uh, these herald thingies and whatnot, they're supposed to be on your side or something before accepting the offer of that...something in the middle of the lake and got turned into its servant or something, right? Couldn't really understand the context on how this mess happened or something.
Meh, but who needs a reason or context to smack someone in the face? Not me, of course!" With little fanfare, Tenshi summoned a series of keystone bullets surrounding the herald of Isamy, and brought them towards her at once. Of course, despite her simple mind, she understood that that herald was too fast for it to even work, but she knew enough about combat that it would be vital for her to make her opponent's movement predictable.
Or well, Rhadamantys probably would just one-shot her. It looked quite likely, much to the short-haired Tenshi's own chagrin. In the meantime she simply casted Defense Up and Attack Up on herself on the off chance the situation would require her to do anything.