Orwell paused, it replayed its camera feed to verify what it just saw and heard then spoke simply. "Master Edward... the flower talked."

"Orwell," Edward replied, "I don't think its a flower..."

"Sorry Master Edward, I don't know how to react accordingly. I'm surprised you're taking this so easily."

"I guess after dying and coming back to life with an ancient researcher now living inside me I'm a bit more accepting of the unknown." The boy walked up and bent down, he offered his finger to the elemental. "Hello I'm Edward, what're you called?"

It wrapped itself gently, yet excitedly around Edward's finger latching on with tiny limbs made of dirt, rock, and plant matter.

"Hello! Hallo! Hillo! Hollo!" it chirped happily.

"Well, that's neat!" Mano says. "Can you say anything besides hello, lil guy?"

Edward giggled, "You forgot hullo." Then he paused and blinked, letting the heart-rose elemental crawl onto his hand. "Hey Orwell."

"Yes Master Edward? Did this Moonra person tell you something about the thing?"

"Yea, it's called a Heart-Rose Elemental, and apparently we need to give it to someone named Animus. He says that by giving it to Animus, whatever Animus is will gift us with an army capable of killing the Izardles. So," he stood up and held the elemental in his hand and looked at it. "What should we name this little fellow?" Edward mused as he walked back to the Obelisk.

Orwell hummed, "A Heart-Rose Elemental? Fascinating, and a name? Master Edward I don't believe it would be a good idea to name it if we are planning on giving it to someone."

"Everything deserves a name Orwell. How about Peach?" Edward sat on top of the Obelisk, elemental still in hand.

"Perhaps it already has a name." The Obelisk's cameras turned to look at the elemental.

"Never thought of that, do you have a name little one?" Edward pet the elemental on the head with a finger.

The small creature looked at Edward. It appeared to enter a state of intense thought.

"Hullo!" it suddenly exploded with excitement.

"Is its name Hullo or did it simply say it as to complete its list?" Orwell asked and the boy shrugged.

"I'll just call it Hullo." Edward lifted it to show the team. "Hey everyone, meet Hullo."

Orwell sighed and got up, "Well then I believe we should continue making our way through the plains, now we have another objective to complete, we must find this Animus. Master Edward, did Moonra tell you where this Animus is?"

"No... he doesn't know." Edward looked at Hullo. "Hullo do you who Animus is and where to go?"

"Hullo!" the little creature shouts.

Isabelle looked at the plant as it sprung to life and proceeded to talk to Edward. "Hullo says those guys are on the other side of the field in the direction that we were headed. We should probably get going." As she walked passed Edward she glanced at little Hullo, "And when we get there we can feed Mano to it."

Elyss looked at the plant suspiciously but she decided it was fine. If Edward had an inkling of what it was, then she was sure it could be of help. Even Isabelle seemed appreciative of the plant despite wanting to feed it to Mano. The porcelain woman then decided to try and sense if the creature had a heart beat, if it did, perhaps she could tell whether danger or other creatures of this world were near, if not, she would simply be radar for themselves, which isn't a bad thing.

"No thanks," Mano says cheerfully. "I don't think I'd be that great a meal anyways."

"You can understand it? And its name is Hullo?" Edward smiled in pride. "I was ri-" Suddenly a sharp pain cut across his mind as Moonra screamed in pain and he clutched his head, dropping Hullo onto his lap, and releasing a sharp cry of his own.

"Master Edward did it do something to you?" Orwell asked.

"No. Behind us!" Edward gasped in pain. "Something bad... is coming." He trembled in fear, unable to find better words for it.

Orwell grunted and grabbing Edward, quickly ushered him into the inside of the Obelisk. "We best get a move on then." He pushed the group forward. "Quickly now." He turned to gaze upon the vast expanses behind him and to keep an eye out on what Edward has prophesied what was to come.

Orwell witnessed a massive circular portion of the mountain range turn bright red before suddenly, it was gone. Bright red veins started pulsating within the mountains as a titanic creature emerged. Dust billowed around it like a dark cape as the very earth before it transformed into more of the lifeless particles. The End was before them, and it wished to feed.

Elyss felt a tremble and she turned back to see the massive Izardle.

"We have to move," the porcelain woman told everyone urgently. "We have to go!"

She breathed in and locked onto everyone's hearts. Orthodoxus Prima Elyss would run when the rest of her allies would.

Edward clutched his head in fear and curled up into a ball. "Master Edward you must hook yourself in! It is the safest solution!" Orwell commanded, staring at the monster in awe. The boy nodded his head slightly and quickly scurried over, wrenching off his gas mask. He tucked Hullo into his hoodie pocket and the mech installed its driver into the seat, the helmet closing around the boy's head and the spine screwing into his back. With Edward safely connected, Orwell scooped up as many people as he could and began running, using his rocket boosters to push himself forward.

Isabelle climbed up the Obelisk until she could look back at the Izardle. She took a deep breath and began conjuring thousands of needle sized shards in the sky around the obelisk. Shards of solidified energy beamed at the Izardle with break-neck speeds. She took another deep breath and conjured a dark purple sphere in her hands. After a moment of letting the energy flow through her body and into the ball, she released it to fly towards the Izardle. As it got closer to its target, its size would continue to grow, pulling in any and all energy around it to add to its core. The arcane orb would likely grow too large and collide with the ground before the Izardle, launching dust and rocks in a chaotic explosion. Her intention was to slow it down while hopefully masking their retreat.