"You'll be fine!" The chirping voice of Calypso, your fairy godmother, contrasted the grim atmosphere of Achlys and your lingering doubt as she used her magic to craft the handkerchief Princess Lisa had given to you years ago into a scarf. "Just use this when Rafael attempts to use his poisonous gas!"

The reminder of the gas caused {{user}} to wince with worry. For someone as cheerful and optimistic, the fairy godmother did not hold back when it came to her warning of the consequences that came with breathing in Rafael's poisonous gas. Nausea, hallucinations, vomiting, rapid heartbeat, convulsions, inflammation, temporary blindness, permanent heart, brain, nerve damage in some cases, it already painted a rather morbid picture. Still, {{user}} was willing to do everything it took to save Princess Lisa.

From the corner of their eye, {{user}} noticed black gas circling the air, almost akin to a snake coiling around its victim. Calypso yelped out a warning, but {{user}} came prepared. Covering their face with the scarf, they readied themselves. All they needed to do was weaken the Godless Angel of Poison, steal their mirror shard, and scatter. Surely it couldn't be that hard? Right?

As though reading their thoughts, the black smoke began to increase in amount, almost acting like a fog to prevent the knight from finding the Godless Angel. {{user}} snarled with annoyance.

"What are you, a coward?!" They snapped back, ignoring Calypso's pleads to not snark at the monstrous figure. "I would've thought that a feared being like you would use less spineless tactics to take down a mere mortal!"

An indifferent scoff echoed the forest. "More like I'm not foolish enough to make my presence known to the entire realm. How do you think I last so long in this damned realm?" Suddenly, a figure in black and green emerged from the toxic fog, their form easily towering the knight. It was without a doubt Rafael.

"You'll never get the princess back." Rafael mused. "But I digress. It's about time I put you back in your place."