Shadow Slave Cinema (reaction fanfic)

The Bloodsister's faces immediately tensed with alarm at the sight of Beastmaster slumping to the ground on the screen, their nails scraping the leather of the seats. It did not seem to be a blow delivered with lethality or power but they couldn't properly judge the severity of the damage it had done.

Since it was an unguarded blow from a Divine aspect holder.

And an overwhelming Divine Shadow no less.

Eyes moved back and forth in slight panic—their faces turning to each other in silence, a look of distraught on their faces. Not even Seishan could speak up to reassure and change their mentality. She couldn't even begin to fathom how she would coerce and change the mood of the Saint who they had just watched have his throat ripped out.

Worst of all, she didn't even want to look in Beastmaster's direction.

Honestly she was more frightened at the ideology of seeing a hungry and barbaric look on her beautiful sister's usually composed face, in a moment that was supposed to be somber and humbling.

Her eyes closed as she absorbed the murmurs around her,

"That? We're supposed to fight that thing in the future!?"

"He's not even at full power…."

"What is happening with his shadow soldiers?"

"This is the power of his avatars…?"

"How long will the fight last now that he's trying?"

Her ears pricked as voices from the row below began to reach them, diverting Song's attention.

Leaned back, Noctis twiddled his thumbs, a look of fascination on his face, "So this is how a Divine Shadow fights seriously? Truly fitting of his character….."

"But then….if he had the potential to end the fight so quickly, why would he drag it out and sustain so much damage?" Kai murmured

Jet scoffed.

"Damage? He hasn't even lost a drop of blood yet."

Whispers sounded again among the second and first row, a flat voice speaking up after a few seconds.

"He has sustained some damage, the pain he's experiencing although not directly physical has still been damaging him."

Saint Cor nodded, "Yes…that insidious mind-hex has been dragging him down the entire time"

At the mention of the attack the crowd turned around, looking at the perpetrator. Beastmaster remained rooted, her face still blank, clearly her mind was still churning and trying to process how she should interpret and feel about the events on the screen.

Her eyes snapped into focus as MoonVeil lightly coughed.

Slowly she tilted her head down.

"I suppose I did mess with his mind…" she echoed emptily, "Before he rudely knocked me out."

...

"....or killed me."

The audience and the Bloodsister alike could only stare at her blankly, slightly unsure if they were talking to the real Beastmaster. Attention was shifted as Daeron coughed.

"It was brought up at the start, he had no intention of drawing blood thus why he held back up until now and didn't reveal his true abilities."

Cassie tilted her head, pursing her lips.

"Then it's even more efficient considering if he had used his true abilities, the matter could have been quickly resolved without losses"

Daeron looked at her silently, turning the screen before responding.

"It was mentioned in an earlier inquiry that he hadn't completed his battle art…..it is possible he was also searching for the answer by limiting himself with unfavorable circumstances to break through"

Everyone listened silently.

It was true…at the given time when they asked, he hadn't apparently completed his battle art. Though they didn't know the specifications on what would complete it or how it would be seen as complete in Sunny's eyes—it had so otherwise. Eyes slowly began to deepen as some replayed the events in their head.

The manner in how he copied their abilities.

How he flawlessly interpreted and mirrored their honed battle arts.

In truth…..the nature of how he fought and learnt, was in being a true shadow in battle? Literally and metaphorically it made sense, as a Divine Shadow it seemed only right for such an existence to revolve their battle art around mirroring their opponent. Thus, they were not fighting an enemy…..they were fighting themselves. A sinister completed version of themselves that overwhelmed and tore their pride apart.

Truly, it was the ultimate battle art.

A late throw in rock, paper, scissors—one that crushed the moral of the opponent.

Effie scratched her head, "I can see that possible, although I can't really believe it….really? Who learns and perfects another person's battle art in the midst of a fight? How does someone even do such a crazy thing?"

"But then….if he himself has the capability to copy and perfect an opponent. How does that involve the utilization of his avatars?" Kai mumbled

An unusual scoff sounded from the second row.

"What else?" Solvanne echoed, "In war you must know yourself and the enemy, and he has mastered both. All that's left is superiority in numbers, overwhelming numbers of perfection."

Noctis nodded in rare agreement, "He has a platoon of calamities that mirror his prowess and growth, while he himself has no vertical limit. Equilibrium between quantity and quality is essential, and yet he has already appeased one of the two…."

He paused, smiling.

"Now he only needs more."

The air became still as the words echoed around.

On the screen, the battlefield quaked as the identical figures of the Lord of Shadows seemed to loom over the exhausted Saints. The champions of Song stood ragged, yet charged at the Lord of Shadows.

Only for two more to manifest by his side.

The four Saints descended upon Sunny like a hurricane of fangs, claws, and sharp steel. However, all that met them was darkness and overwhelming strength.

Now that Sunny did not have to create titanic blades to wield with the giant hands of his Shell, four weapons manifested themselves in his four pairs of hands. They were an austere tachi, a great odachi, a somber spear, and an elegant jian. Each was as potent as a Transcendent weapon would have been, and sharp enough to cut the world.

His four bodies moved in perfect harmony with each other, weaving a dark tapestry of deadly intent. The flawless grace of their unity made the uncanny combat affinity that the seasoned warriors serving the King of Swords displayed seem clumsy and crude, full of dissonance and discord. Even the four Saints of Song, whose ability to cooperate in combat had been forged in thousands of battles, were no match.

And so… 

Sunny crushed them.

Each of his four bodies was weaker than one augmented body had been, but the sum of their individual strength was greater than the whole. He could be in several places at the same time, seamlessly interweave offense and defense, build elaborate traps, force the enemy to move where he wanted them to move… all with almost effortless ease.

The possibilities seemed endless.

Best of all, the four Saints were almost like an open book to him. Now that Sunny's own Transcendent Battle Art was complete, he found it easier to read similar techniques that belonged to others. His already formidable mastery of Shadow Dance took another leap, teasing him with an alluring scent of unknown mysteries. He could vaguely feel what lay beyond…

For Shadow Dance, the ability to mimic the Attributes of other living beings.

For his Battle Art… the ability to incorporate his will into the movements of his sword.

Just like the nebulous archer of the Shadow Realm had incorporated death into the black arrows. Even in the rush of battle, Sunny could not help but notice that there was a common trait between these two future breakthroughs.

It was that… neither was truly only about combat. In fact, he could not even call the next evolution of his technique a Supreme Battle Art. Because it was not really a technique, or limited to battle. It was just what being Supreme meant. And just like that, a seed of a different kind of understanding was planted in Sunny's mind.…

The furious assault by the four Saints shattered against the elusive barrier woven by his four incarnations. The battle continued at a frenetic pace, but he maintained a calm and chillingly cold attitude, silently pushing the enemies to their limit — and then past it. Soon, the Saints of Song reached a point where their reserves of essence were almost depleted. Of course, there were a few perilous moments on the way. Sunny had been right — the daughters of Ki Song were indeed harbouring a few weapons of last resort.

But it was already too late.

Sunny had too great of an advantage. His superiority was both oppressive and suffocating — even when they called upon their trump cards, he managed to deal with the consequences with relative ease.

Especially because those carefully prepared countermeasures were meant to deal with a single powerful opponent, not four. And because Beastmaster had been taken out of the fight before having an opportunity to summon her own.

Eventually, it all came crashing down for the Saints of Song.The beautiful harpy, Siord, screamed and fell to the ground, grasping a terrible wound. Sunny moved away to deflect an attack by Saint Ceres, but a moment later, another of his incarnations was standing in his place. The elegant jian rose and fell, slicing Siord's tendons and removing her from the battle. The three-headed canine was next. Sunny was cruel in dealing with her… isolating Ceres from the daughters of Ki Song with three avatars, he leaped into the air and brandished his great odachi. 

The dark blade flashed twice, and two of her three heads fell to the ground.Then, it was just Lonesome Howl and Silent Stalker against his four incarnations.

The daughters of Ki Song fought beautifully. They fought valiantly.

But in the end, they still lost.

Rain watches with wide eyes as the scene unfolded before her. It was all too unreal. She had just witnessed him fight with a dead Sacred which was monumental in itself, but it was so out of proportion she still couldn't ground herself to the reality of what he had accomplished.

But this….

Champions whose names and faces were known world-wide, renowned for their strength. And here they were, lying dead on the ground—the survivors grovelling at his mercy.

Her lips quivered as her honest thoughts escaped her mind, similar to an incident that influenced her in the past.

"S-So cool…."

Everyone in the room buzzed. Valor exchanged perspective on his achievement and overall battle prowess, while Morgan strangely participated in. On her face was an unusual carnal smile of delight as her eyes burned with flames. Song meanwhile, lay quiet in the upper row. Those that had just been slaughtered started aimlessly at their lifeless corpses, while the BloodSisters quietly watched as they grovelled before him.

An utterly overwhelming defeat.

"Bravo! Encore! Sunny you performer!" Noctis cheered.

He quieted down as gazes permeated his back from the upper row, ushering him to hold his tongue. Which he did, like a polite gentleman as he lowered himself back into his seat. Unconsciously, he reached down, picking up the popcorn bucket that he had requested at the beginning.

It's taste was subpar from his eloquent standards, thus he had discarded it.

However, in the moment he unconsciously started filling his mouth with kernels as he mindlessly chewed. It seemed like the only appropriate thing to do.

Even Solvane strangely…..reached over and grabbed a handful from his bucket.

Neither spoke a word as they aimlessly consumed the food of champions.

Not too far down the aisle, Telle and Windflower watched the scene quietly—before also indulging in their own popcorn.

"So this is a Divine Shadow…." Daeron murmured

Ananke nodded, "This also now somewhat explains what this Shadow Dance is, an art or aspect legacy of sorts."

"One that allows him to copy another in every possible way" Saint Cor finished.

Shoulders stiffened.

"It would explain a lot…." Julius murmured as his eyes twinkled, "His seemingly endless versatility with his aspect is instead a development of this shadow dance, one that allowed him to copy the movements of others, then mirror them and more"

"This would explain the ambiguity on his multiple abilities"

"It would explain the revelation he had in the midst of the battle, that his next step would be copying attributes….ahh truly we are one and the same." Mordret echoed.

'Copying and creating attributes….'

"That's like an aspect in itself" Rain whispered

"So….not only does he have Weaving and the lineage of the Shadow God and this forbidden lineage….but he also has an unclear Aspect and an Aspect legacy with multiple stages, with each one being equivalent to an Aspect in itself!?" Luster breathed.

Ears listened as some silently nodded, hesitantly albeit. 

Every viewing gave them a new perspective and overlord of information and achievements—it was brutally humbling in comparison to what they thought they had achieved. And even more ludicrous was that they had no vague idea of how many of the viewings they had left to witness.

"This kid is too crazy…." Saint Roan mumbled as he collapsed in his seat.

At the front Nephis quietly listened as she looked over the scene. She was aware that she was fighting her fair share against another group of Saints. However, she couldn't stop herself from looking at it all in awe.

13 Saints with three Divine reflections.

And he had brutally overwhelmed them and achieved a further stage of enlightenment.

Her lips curled in admiration while everyone else was discussing.

'W-Why….is he everything and more?'

Nephis had been trying to learn about passion in hopes of her advancement with her own Aspect legacy. Ever since she was brought here, she was subsequently overwhelmed with what she was searching for, only it had been lost and forgotten. Feelings that unconsciously reacted in her body at the sight of Sunny.

Someone she had seen show affection and care for her more than anybody else

A warrior she had seen hold his grown and display his prowess that rivaled her own

The law of imperfection was absolute…..yet why did it feel like Sunny was a singular anomaly who existed, just to appease her desire?

His calculative lethality on the battlefield all while holding back and trying to spare the Saint's lives, revealing hidden intentions of seeing the greater picture of the true problem. The same future she also looked at. Repeatedly she couldn't help but replay the fight in her mind, only growing more and more fascinated by the second.

"I want to fight him…."

....

'W-Wait….I haven't even had the chance to see him ever since learning the truth, what am I saying?'

Her brows furrowed as she concentrated on the information just revealed.

'Copying attributes'

Wasn't that too insane? Attributes were qualitative abilities that amplified and accompanied one's aspect, but only in symbiosis—the Aspect was always superior. However, that did not mean that there were some Attributes which were outliers and a cut above the rest. Nephis could think of a few she had seen and learned about, including the [Soul Weave] and other Attributes that Sunny had from the forbidden lineage which enhanced his body.

Take her own Attribute, [Longing]

It was merely passive, and yet made her immune to corruption, something that not even the Gods and Daemons could escape. And yet she could.

If so…..

Then did this mean Sunny could potentially learn and copy her [Longing] Attribute?

He was already overwhelmingly powerful. Yet, if he advanced and learned how to copy attributes and subsequently her [Longing].....the potential was quite terrifying. A seemingly immortal Divine Shadow with limitless versatility in potential with copying abilities and attributes, while being immune to corruption?

It even sent a shiver down Neph's spine.

He was supposed to be Divine like her….yet why did she feel like he was in a class of his own above Divinity?

Not to mention, if he could possibly copy attributes…then could he also copy Aspects?

The others seemed to catch on as loud murmurs drew her attention.

"Copying movements, copying appearances, copying attributes…what's next? Copying Aspects?" Julius exclaimed.

The other fell in stunned silence.

"It's a possibility…." Ananke murmured

"Are you serious!?! I survived through all this insanity to ascend, all while he can copy everything that makes me unique!?!" Effie yelled.

"He can't copy your corruption" Jet mumbled

They all slightly jolted as Sunny's voice echoed on the screen behind them.

"...Leave."

Lonesome Howl stared at him, her bloodied face growing even paler. Strangely enough, she made no motion to rise from her knees. Instead, she gritted her teeth even tighter, and then spat:

"Why… are you letting us go?"

Sunny looked down at her, feeling perplexed.He would have already been running in her shoes.Still, he had to come up with an answer…

Blaming everything on Nephis again would be unwise — the King of Swords could very well be listening, after all, and learning that his daughter had secretly ordered his most powerful fighter to spare the enemy elites could very well cause dire problems down the line. And after today, there would be no question of who the most powerful member of the Sword Army outside the royal family was, without a doubt.

So what was Sunny supposed to say?

...Luckily, this incarnation of his was wearing Weaver's Mask. Eventually, he shrugged and answered evenly:

"I am just a hired blade. My pay is high, but not high enough to start a blood feud with the Queen of Song."

Meaning…'You are a princess, and I am a simple mercenary. I'm not crazy enough and can't be bothered to kill Ki Song's daughters, thus giving her a reason to personally hunt me down!'

On second thought, that also implied that Sunny would actually be willing to do something like that if the pay was high enough. He hoped that Lonesome Howl would miss that.She stared at him for a few moments, then suddenly let out a bitter, hollow laugh.

"So that's the reason? I can't… I can't believe it. A hired blade! The outcome of the battle, the fate of the entire world… might just depend on something as base as one man's greed?"

Sunny looked at her silently for a while. Then, he leaned his head back and laughed. His laugh sounded eerie and sinister, rolling across the ravaged battlefield like a chilling wind.

"Why? Do you think that we are that different?"

Shaking his head, he looked at the kneeling princess and added with a hint of disdain in his calm, cold voice:

"No. The King of Valor, you mother, and I... we are exactly the same. It's just that they are greedy for more tasteless things."

With that, Sunny took a step back and dissolved into the shadows. Lonesome Howl was left standing on her knees in solitude.

Someplace else…

A pile of scrap metal slowly unfurled itself and rose from the ground. Fiend was in a terrible shape, his steel body hideously shredded and torn apart so viciously that it resembled an abstract sculpture. Fighting the Chain Wyrms had not been an easy fit for him, especially with some of his powers sealed by the shattering of space.

Raising one of his remaining hands, the ravenous Shadow used a sharp claw to fish a piece of melting glass from between his fangs and stared in the direction where the two remaining Reflections had gone with a hateful expression.

A few moments later, a sound that resembled the low roar of spreading flame resounded from his fiery maw:

"Wrrrretches…"

In that moment, Fiend made a decision. He was going to tell on them… to Big Sister!

Not too far away, Saint retracted her darkness and watched indifferently as her one remaining enemy limped away.

Serpent, however, was surrounded only by silence. Because all of its enemies were dead.

Just like that, the battle was over.

The light on the screen flashed across their faces as it began to fade. They listened to their hearts hammer against their chests as his laughter….

His sinister laughter echoed across the battlefield.

And with that, the viewing ended.

....

Everyone was left in stunned silence 

"D-Did his S-Shadow just kill a group of S-Saints…?" Kim trembled.

"No….it's more like it slaughtered them" Kai breathed.

"B-Big…..Sister…..what?" Rain muttered

Effie stared at the three with looks of alarm.

"IT TALKED!?! AN ECHO—NO, SHADOW JUST TALKED; HELLO!?!?"

Jet turned to her in offense.

"My crow can talk just fine"

Effie turned to her with an even more offended look on her face.

"Your crow, is an insufferable alarm clock that can say only one word while actions without stealing fo-"

She was interrupted in the middle of her rant as her shirt wriggled, Ling peaking out as he looked around. His tone quiet and slightly disappointed:

"Is the big fight over, can I watch now?"

Effie looked at him with a mixture of tiredness and restlessness as she freed him from his comfortable prison. 

"Yes dumpling…hopefully we can watch something you're allowed to see next."

Ling beamed as he asked her about the details of how cool uncle Sunny was, causing Effie to drone on with appropriate comments and spiteful criticism while everyone else turned to the second row to discuss what they had just learned.

"It seems that he is equally intelligent….preserving the valued lives of warriors for the future in the midst of the battle" Daeron murmured.

Gilead clicked his tongue.

"There is nothing valuable about saving their miserable lives"

Daeron briefly looked in his direction, causing him to avert his gaze. Windflower did so with a look of outrage and anger, but he seemed to let it pass as his voice continued.

"Now we should evaluate what have learned about his abilities to justify the next choice and reward"

"Preferably a break from fights" Cassie echoed.

Daeron nodded in agreement, "Yes, preferably something more information dense and less intense so we are not overwhelmed in another viewing of one of his glorious battles."

Luster shrugged.

"What's there to say? He's just flawless, and even more polished and overwhelming after each viewin—OW!", he was abruptly cut off as Kim pinched his rib, turning to the others with an apologetic smile.

"Please continue"

Julius nodded as he stood up garnering their attention

"I think I speak for all of us when I say that was a viewing where we could bite off more than we could chew, with an estrange of victory and sad losses…." he carefully uttered.

His wording caused a mixed reaction of smiles from Valor while Song silently listened. Seishan subtly nodded in his direction as he coughed and continued.

"More importantly, a lot has been cleared up about the nature of his abilities. First, the original assumption about the formless shadow forms he could take at will were in fact not his Transcendent ability, but instead a combination of sorts from existing abilities…..Additionally we have learned that the Shadow Dance is in fact his Aspect legacy which can let him copy battle arts, mirror opponents and potentially recreate Attributes….and maybe even mirror Aspects in the future."

The final remark caused some of the audience to stir as he continued.

"There is also his avatar ability and equally frightening Shadows. His avatar ability may in fact be some sort of Transcendent ability, but could equally be a combination of different parts of his Aspect…..

A voice echoed from the back as Revel rose, "We have somewhat of an idea of his Aspect functions with shadows. He can move through them, command and manifest them and possible more—although the line between what is his Aspect and a privilege from one of his Lineages is still a mystery..."

Julius nodded with approval.

"Indeed, there is still a very thin line between what he can divulge as his Aspect and a blessing from the Shadow God. What we know as his Shadow soldiers has been revealed as Shadow Creatures from the humble Noctis"

Noctis smiled and dramatically bowed at the compliment.

Kai shifted, a confused look on his face, "Then what about the Forbidden Lineage, how does that differentiate and what abilities does it provide him?"

Julius could only shrug with a wry smile.

"That was what I was going to suggest. Our next reward should be focused around information regarding the Shadow Lineage or the Forbidden Lineage as we know the least about the two."

[A Light in the Void]

[Shadow of Wrath]

[Walking the Path of Fate]

[An Eternal Nightmare]

[Law of Convergence]

These were the remaining rewards….

[A Light in the Void] was related to the Abyss in the Chained Isles, thus it had no connection. [Shadows of Wrath] and [An Eternal Nightmare] both alluded to harrowing fights, although the [Shadow of Wrath] mentioned something about a destined path and only one being able to take it all.

That left….

[Law of Convergence] and [Walking the Path of Fate] as viable options

And once Cassie realized this, she sprung into action.

"I suggest we take [Walking the Path of Fate] as reward." she announced, raising her hand.

Morgan narrowed her eyes, "The reward that you have a bias towards seeing?"

Cassie nodded without hesitation, completely disregarding Morgan's warning glare.

"Yes, we would be achieving two things at once. The description detailed how Sunny inherited something he wasn't meant to and how it was subsequently tied to fate. Following logic, it suggests that this is how he found the Forbidden Lineage and subsequently became tied to fate."

Nephis listened quietly as she watched Cassie's fingers slightly twitch.

She was equally desperate.

They were so close….so close to learning about the truth of how the three of them came to be, the answer was on a plate right before them. Everything seemed to align in their favor logically.

"I also suggest that we choose [Walking the Path of Fate]"

All the other Saints looked at the two, a mixture of looks of spite, intrigue and surprise. It was weighed in their favor….as whispers sounded.

'So close…..so, so close…..' 

However their faces slightly twitched as an unexpected voice spoke out against them.

"I suggest we choose a person to join instead," Julius quietly announced.

Everyone stared at him with wide eyes.

Cassie's hands slightly trembled as she held her voice steady, "You are against our option? But there's no negatives and it falls in line with our objective of learning about the Lineages"

Julius stared at them quietly as he shook his head.

"No…I am not going against your choice, I simply have a person in mind that could answer most of our questions and more…..if the place will allow it"

Morgan sneered.

"You would waste bringing a professor here instead of a valued warrior?"

Saint Cor raised an eyebrow in suspicion, "You have a colleague that can answer all the questions and secrets regarding a hidden lineage we have just learned about?"

Julius blinked, "On the contrary, I have never met or talked to this person ever"

…..

Everyone looked at him in confusion as he slowly pointed his finger….

At Nephis.

"Eurys of the Nine" he echoed

Nephis's face remained composed as her shoulders briefly trembled too quick for the eye to notice. She stared at him incredulously as he began to speak.

"Lady Nephis has mentioned that she met Eurys in the past. Following the rules of the guests to join, she would be able to summon him….or what remains of him to join us."

Daeron stared at him with unusual shock.

"You suggest….bringing one of The Nine to this place?"

Julius looked around at the shocked faces as he picked up his words, "We have too many questions that need to be answered about the history and past, and with every viewing and reward we subsequently answer parts of our questions while only creating more.

He paused, smiling.

"So….why not bring a fossil more ancient than me here to answer some questions which we cannot?"

Heads turned around.

He was right…..

Summoning Eurys would indeed solve a lot of riddles, but it was equally likely that they would learn nothing as the Cinema might censor and silence him. But even more importantly….they were talking about one of the Nine.

A legend in history that even Daeron seemed cautious of, a being behind a force that toppled empires and challenged Gods….

"It would answer a lot of questions…." Jest muttered.

"I wouldn't mind another comedian, he seems quite funny" Noctis chuckled.

Silently they all looked towards Nephis. She was the only one who could summon him, so it was her choice—but at the same time it wasn't, as this was a cooperation between all parties to create the most desired outcome so they could all leave this place. Personally, she was also very against the idea. The thought of being trapped once again with the audacious skull caused her eye to slightly twitch.

But most importantly….she would be betraying Cassie's expectations.

From the corner of her eye, she watched as Cassie's shoulders slightly dropped, distraught at the truth slipping away from her fingers once again. Nephis turned between her and the crowd, before gingerly putting her hand on her shoulder.

They had to follow the most efficient and probable outcome.

Cassie sensed her gaze and intentions as she slightly turned.

"I understand….we'll have another chance" she whispered

The other cohort members subtly nodded at her as they waited.

Nephis nodded in return as she looked back at the waiting crowd, her voice loud:

"I'll do it"

Heads nodded silently as she turned around and walked towards the front. She looked up at the screen, before her voice echoed.

"Option 1, I choose Eurys of the Nine"

Light began to pulse and raise before the ground around her, as it rose. It took shape, bending into the shape of a skull before dissipating. As it finished a lone ancient skull was left on the ground. Everyone waited silently, only for no response.

Slight panic began to ensue at the prospect of having wasted a reward.

"Has he already kicked the bucket?"

"Did it fail?"

"Looks pretty ordinary for a legend"

"I was expecting a dazzling hunk…."

Nephis stared at the skull as she bent forward and grabbed it with her palm, lifting it up before her at eye level.

She looked into its empty sockets as a sliver of doubt grew in her mind.

'Has the room failed?'

To everyone's surprise a clicking sound echoed from the jaw despite it having no body or muscles, as a chilling laugh reverberated throughout the room.

A chill swept through the room as the sound seemed to scratch their own bones, causing some to clench their hands-rests and stare with wide eyes.

Nephis glared at the skull as a voice spoke to her.

"So we meet again abominable Nephilim….."

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Weather has been very nice and enjoyable

Also, yay! Eurys!

Fun interactions to look forward to, and no this is not a plot device to speed up and end Cinema in the next few chapters

That is still a long time away

(To your glee and my despair)

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