Hitachi stared at his team for some seconds, seeing their determined expressions, and nodded his head. The weight of leadership, a mantle usually borne by Mirabella, now rested squarely on his shoulders. He was realizing that true strength wasn't just in the Celestial Eye; it was in utilizing the pieces on the board perfectly.
"Ok then... Leave Nirvana to me. Austin, you take care of Andrew... Kent, Honky is your opponent, and Rose; face their mage." He instructed, his voice ringing with absolute, tactical authority. He then turned his head to the physically weakest, but most strategically vital member of their vanguard, Carl:
"Carl, once I create the path, you run towards the finish line... Do you all understand?"
"Yes!"
The four nodded their heads, as their energies flared up in a blinding spectrum of elemental colors. The sheer density of their combined energies caused the surrounding obsidian trees to groan under the pressure.
