An hour and fifty photos later, we left there directly towards the Fontana di Trevi; a baroque fountain, another of the wonders that awaited in the corners of Rome."He didn't look like he was in trouble," Dagon commented."I don't know," I answered. He's taking things too carefully, it's not like him."You mean we're going to have problems?""Greek is a walking problem," I snorted. If you said they follow you...That place was impressive, but we were packed in tighter than a can of sardines. The Trevi Fountain was filled with coins thrown by tourists because, apparently, doing it from behind brought good luck.I figured the mob would come in at night to pick them up."There's no one here to figure it out," Dagon said, spinning on his broad axis. I can't tell Greek."Don't worry, he'll find us.""Do you have a coin?" Dagon asked, smiling."You're not going to… Really?""We can't leave without doing it, you don't want to have bad luck for life, do you?"I shrugged and sighed; you could

"Any specific strategy?" He started asking someone who was next to me."Leave Ryan Leproiner to us," Greek replied. It's the only thing you should know, capito ?“That? He said strangely while looking at us from top to bottom, like most of those who marched next to us. And who are you?"The leader's shields," I answered with a smile on my face.There was a deathly silence, broken only by the screams of the Allsionista, who had about fifty meters to go to meet us."Are you the fucking shields?" But weren't there four? Where the hell is the leader? “were some of the questions that were heard from the different voices that were raised in the crowd, all of them with the same tone of disbelief.There was no time to answer them, but at least they had believed it. I supposed that no one in Kurayami would dare to proclaim themselves the leader's shield, especially in a situation as complicated as that one. It was funny that everyone still thought there were four, especially when that fourth s

Dagon took hours to recover and be able to walk. The fight against Ryan Leproiner had exhausted him and his healing abilities were slow to heal the severity of his injuries. Dark magic was like poison, eating away at everything in its path, especially wounds. Dagon might have lost his virtuality had he not been a holy paladin, as the damage from the dark was still taking its toll on him. Proof of this was that he could barely stand up.Gina's orders were very specific: we were to travel to New York to meet her at Gardiners Island, a private property that, apparently, was virtually Kurayami's base of operations for the American country. It was far from the big city, so it was perfect to wait for the arrival of the New World.We bought three tickets to New York. In a matter of blinks we reached New London, in the state of Connecticut. From there we had to travel by helicopter to Gardiners Island, where they were already waiting for us. I preferred to travel on Harpy's back, and since Da

Chocobo Stampede ability increased his physical strength, speed, and power, as well as making him able to go through anything in his path. Needless to say, the barriers were going to be formidable challenges to his skill.We were going to check it out right away."Kuee!" He yelled when he saw me.The golden aura of his armor and plumage blinded me. Choco had also changed; he was slimmer and even more golden, if that was possible. Its feathers had grown much longer, its crest looked modern, and its beak was fearsome.Riding on it I felt capable of anything."Choco, we're surrounded by invisible barriers, see if you can break them," I suggested.Two steps back and the chocobo stampede began. He didn't know how, but Choco detected the barriers and gave them a peck, not too hard but very dry. He went on from here to there, going around and doing the same thing over and over again; we seemed to be in an invisible maze. I was going to ask him what the hell he was doing, but just as I wanted

I woke up suddenly to the feeling that thousands of ants were crawling across my face. It was Choco with his beak, he drilled me gently to see if I would come to my senses at once.“Shock… what happened?As golden and legendary as it was, the chocobo did not speak.All he let out was a grunt of pain that felt like my own.He had been shot and was on the ground trying to get up without success. He was exhausted, his last strength had been invested in saving my skin.Before he suffered any more, I thanked him and made him disappear.He did not feel the rest of the summons; no sign of Kody, Harpy, Fuego, nor of course Rexie.Losing consciousness was reason enough for the summons to dematerialize. I didn't understand Choco, but I had seen before that the golden chocobo seemed not to be subject to conventional rules."Have you come to yourself yet?" said a voice he hadn't expected.I tried to get up, but I only managed to sit down and had to hold on with my hands to keep from tipping over.