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Chapter 1018: The Fall Of Falcon Scott (36)
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LustyReader69

LustyReader69 6 Sep 2025, 06:45

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As he dispatched another thrall and briefly met Naeve, the two of them grasping hands

c'mon u two theres a fight going on

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ChaoticDestroyer 9 Aug 2025, 12:07

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I was wondering the same. How the heck it is controlling so many things. So I guess sunny is killing a corrupt tyrant today.

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Seiian

Seiian 30 Mar 2025, 19:47

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Player001 25 Feb 2025, 09:44

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'So why do I feel so uneasy?'

Nothing new

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kollosus_na 6 Nov 2023, 07:11

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Oh shit.

Yeah, that's not good.

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give me six digits 6 Aug 2023, 09:08

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It was at that moment he knew.... He f#cked up

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Guilty 14 Jul 2023, 02:25

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JOEMUDA da real MVP

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  JOEMUDA 14 Jul 2023, 10:23 ➥ Guilty
  
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Wheat 14 Jul 2023, 01:56

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I love how the author portrays the magnitude of war, loss, and victory...

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yall want more chapters?

1021 The Fall of Falcon Scott (39)

The voice of the Spell resounded in the boundless darkness of the ocean, making Sunny shudder.

[You have slain a Corrupted Terror, Sybil of the Fallen Grace.]

[...Your shadow grows stronger.]

As the veiled body drifted down, wreathed in billowing white silk, one last whisper brushed against his
ears:

[You have received a Memory]

The Terror was falling down, deeper and deeper into the cold abyss. Sunny spared one last glance at the
pallid blossom of the great burial shroud, knowing that it would be consumed forever by the dark
depths soon. Then, he turned away and tiredly pushed himself in the opposite direction.

Sunny... was not in great shape.

His mind was slowly recovering front the dreadful mental assault, but his head was in the throes of a
splitting headache thanks to catching the smallest glimpse of the tapestry of fate. His body felt weak
and feverish, still suffering from the backlash of draining all of his essence.

There were the remnants of the trauma caused by touching a Nightmare Gate, as well. Sunny felt like he
was about to cough his lungs out. Holding it back was not an easy task...

And yet, a hint of dark, somber glee still managed to overcome the cold numbness that encompassed his
battered mind.

'...I did it. I killed that vile thing.'

In the end, he ended the Terror with his own hands. The stain of their disastrous first meeting had not
been erased, but his failure at L049 was... vindicated, now. Somewhat.

Or rather, it would be if he managed to return to the surface alive.

...Which, looking at the dark expanse of the ocean around him, Sunny was not sure that he would be
able to do.

'Curses.‘

The Terror... Sybil of the Fallen Grace... was dead and drifting lifelessly into the lightless depths.
However, its thralls had not perished with their master. They seemed directionless and sappcd of
power, but there were still almost a hundred of them left.

In his current state, and especially without the active enchantment of the Nimble Catch, Sunny did not
count his chances against the creatures as high. A dark grimace contorted his pale face.

'Essence! need essence...'

Even knowing that it would not be enough, Sunny dismissed Weaver's Mask and the Shadow Lantern. A
tiny stream of essence fell into the arid desert of his drained soul, and was instantly consumed by his
body. The feeling of weakness diminished a little, but not nearly enough to change the situation.

The thralls were already coming to their senses, their hollow eyes peering through the mass of dark
water at Sunny, Bloodwave, and Naeve. Some had begun moving in their direction, full of murderous
intent.

'Bloodwave and Naeve?‘

Sunny glanced at his companions, hoping against all hope to see them up and about.

Naeve was still stunned, drifting listlessly on the currents.

The Saint, however...

As Sunny watched, the monstrous killer whale flinched, then jerked his head sideways. The span of
white cloth still wrapped around it slid off, revealing the great beast's glowing blue eyes. For a moment,
they seemed disoriented, but then sharp intelligence shone through the fog of confusion, obliterating it.
An indignant growl escaped from Bloodwave's mouth as he gazed at the drowning remains of the Terror
and the approaching swarm of the liberated thralls.

The Saint lingered for a moment, then moved his giant body and shielded Sunny from the enemies with
its bulky mass. The enormous jaws snapped, pulverizing the fastest of the approaching Nightmare
Creatures. Then, the killer whale surged forward to meet the rest of them.

In the next couple of minutes, a one-sided massacre took place in the dark depths.

Sunny realized in the first few seconds that his participation wasn't required. Instead of getting in the
way, he swam closer to Naeve, grabbed him, and dragged both of them further away from the boiling
battlefield.

"S—sunless?"

The Nightwalker's voice sounded weak in his mind, but he was conscious. at least. Sunny nodded, then
turned the two of them so that Naeve could see his uncle obliterating the thralls.

After a few seconds of silence, he heard the Nightwalker's voice again.

"What... about... the Terror?"

Sunny thought for a moment, then dragged his finger across his throat.

"Ah... good..."

The two of them watched silently as Bloodwave tore the hundred abominations to shreds. Watching a
Saint in action was a... sobering experience, to say the least. Sunny shuddered at the thought of having
to battle someone like that directly.

And yet... the Terror of L049 had dealt with the fearsome Transcendent, only to end up being dealt with
by Sunny. So...

'Don't get a big head now.'

Sunny was all but certain that Mordret had already killed a Saint. However, knowing how diabolical that
fiend was, that clash might not have been a direct battle, either.

...On the other hand, Sunny could easily imagine the Prince of Nothing doing exactly that and crushing a
Transcendent in a straightforward fight, somehow, in order to terrify the rest of his enemies and break
their wills.

Would Sunny be able to do the same?

'I've no reason to find out.'

He had no desire to kill Saints. If anything, Sunny wanted to have more of them around... the more, the
merrier. The position of the First Army in Eastern Antarctica was much better than here, in this
godforsaken hell' and the Second Army was already on its way. However, the Chain of Nightmares was
far from being over.

Who knew what would happen in the coming months?

...It had taken Bloodwave no more than two minutes to annihilate the thralls. Sunny had thought that
the Saint would rest for a bit after having to fight a Corrupted Terror and its minions, but the great
predator did not waste any time.

Returning to where Sunny and Naeve were floating, he studied the two Masters with one. of his giant:
glowing eyes, then shifted slightly. The tall fin that they had ridden into the depths was now right in
front of them.

Sunny helped Naeve find a handheld, then tiredly clutched the steel armor himself.

'Time to go back...'

The pallid shape of the slain Terror had long ago disappeared from view, devoured by the lightless
depths. The mangled corpses of the thralls still drifted around them, slowly being carried away by the
currents.

Ignoring them, the giant killer whale bellowed and surged forward...

This time, he was moving up.

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  On the way back, Sunny couldn't help but retreat inside himself. He did not know what was happening
  on the surface — whether the port fortress still stood, whether the Devouring Cloud had breached the
  walls of the city. The very idea of a world outside of the cold, dark, muted, oppressive abyss of the ocean
  seemed strange and distant.
  
  Chances were, he would have to fight again as soon as Bloodwave delivered them under the walls of
  Falcon Scott.
  
  However, Sunny was too tired, both physically and mentally, to care. He just wanted to forget about
  everything and rest, at least for a short while.
  
  Luckily, the killer whale seemed to be moving much slower as they ascended from the depths. That,
  most likely, was done for the benefit of Sunny and Naeve — even though they were Masters, they were
  still fundamentally humans. Neither would have died front the decompression sickness, but it could do
  a lot of damage to their already strained and battered bodies.
  
  Actually, Sunny was not sure if he was even susceptible to the bends, considering how strange and
  tenacious his blood was. However, he welcomed the short moment of respite.
  
  Somber and unchanging, the dark ocean remained the same as they retreated from its cold depths. The
  only difference Sunny could feel was the slow, gradual lessening of the pressure that weighed on him
  like a slab of stone. With each minute, his body seemed to become a little lighter, and breathing was a
  little easier.
  
  He closed his eyes, allowing the cold currents to carry him.
  
  '...Right. There was a Memory. I should... probably... study it before we return to the battlefield.‘
  
  Sunny was in no shape to fight, but he might have no choice but to join the battle soon. He had to use
  any advantage there was.
  
  He summoned the runes and watched as they shimmered in the darkness. slowly forming into coherent
  shapes. Before turning his attention to the Memories, he briefly checked the list of Shadows. Both Saint
  and Nightmare seemed to be alive. Relieved, Sunny let out a mental sigh and looked up.
  
  A new set of runes appeared at the end of the list of his Memories.
  
  Memory: [Shroud of Graceless Dusk].
  
  He lingered for a moment.
  
  'Huh.‘
  
  That was the second Memory in his arsenal named after a burial garb. Was the Spell trying to insinuate
  something?
  
  Too apathetic to care, Sunny shrugged and continued to read.
  
  Memory Rank: Transcendent.
  
  Memory Tier: VI.
  
  Memory Type: Armor.
  
  He closed his eyes again, for a moment.
  
  A Transcendent Memory of the Sixth Tier was the strongest he had ever received after slaying an
  enemy... of course, it was, since Sybil of the Fallen Grace was the strongest enemy he had ever slain.
  There was the Spawn of the Vile Thieving Bird, as well, but Sunny did not really consider that victory a
  true and honestly earned kill.
  
  In any case, the Shroud of Graceless Dusk had to be an extremely potent Memory. And it was an armor,
  too — something that he desperately lacked at the moment.
  
  'Lucky.'
  
  Somewhat encouraged, he opened his eyes and looked back at the runes.
  
  Memory Description: [Sybils were the heralds of the gods and conduits of divine grace. Many mysteries ‘
  were known to them, and so were many truths. There was one being, though, who knew much more —
  the graceless caitiff, Demon of Dread. He knew every truth there was, because he knew everyone's fear...
  even that of the gods.
  
  And so, seeking salvation from the end, the sybils abandoned the mortal realm and guided their people
  on a long and arduous journey. They led them far away, across the lands consumed by war...
  
  To the Tomb of Ariel.
  
  There, they found solace, safety, and shelter. In time, the voices of the gods grew silent one after
  another, leaving behind only a vast and dreadful silence. That was how the sybils embraced the Estuary,
  and that was how they fell.]
  
  Sunny frowned.
  
  'That guy again...‘
  
  By now, he was all but certain that the region of the Dream Realm where the Chain of Nightmares had
  originated — and the black pyramid hidden within — had something to do with Ariel, the Demon of
  Dread. Was the pyramid really his tomb, then? How would a daemon die, and who would build him an
  opulent grave?
  
  And what did the great river that allegedly flowed back in time have to do with any of that? Its estuary
  was mentioned in the description of the Stifled Scream as a place where a dreadful secret had been
  hidden. Was this the same estuary?
  
  The sybils had been, apparently, some sort of oracles that received revelations from the gods. Once the
  gods died, those revelations obviously stopped. The timing didn't really make sense, though, because
  the Tomb of Ariel had seemingly existed long before that.
  
  'Mysterious...‘
  
  With a tired sigh, Sunny tried to ignore the myriad of questions and turned his attention to the
  enchantments of the Graceless Dusk. There were no less than six of them:
  
  Enchantments: [Blessing of Mind], [Blessing of Soul], [Blessing of Spirit], [Blessing of Flesh], [Sublime
  Silk]. [Blessing of Dusk].
  
  Somewhat invigorated, he studied the descriptions:
  
  [Blessing of Mind] Enchantment Description: "This Memory enhances one‘s mental acuity."
  
  [Blessing of Soul] Enchantment Description: "This Memory enhances one‘s rate of passive soul essence
  replenishment."
  
  [Blessing of Spirit] Enchantment Description: "This Memory enhances one‘s ability to endure and
  recover from mental fatigue."
  
  [Blessing of Flesh] Enchantment Description: "This Memory enhances one's ability to endure and
  recover from physical fatigue."
  
  [Sublime Silk] Enchantment Description: "This Memory is woven out of sublime, mystical silk. It is
  impervious and possesses a beautiful splendor."
  
  [Blessing of Dusk] Enchantment Description: "This Memory carries the blessing of Dusk, last sybil of
  the Estuary. The wearer can establish a mental connection with another being to hear their voice and
  thoughts, or make their own he heard."
  
  Sunny blinked a couple of times, and then apathetically dismissed the runes.
  
  'Well... I'd say it's a jackpot.‘
  
  The Shroud of Graceful Dusk was an incredible Memory, indeed. Its value was only increased by the fact
  that all but the last of its enchantments were passive — a rare case for Memories of the higher Ranks.
  
  The silk garment would enhance Sonny's thinking, passive essence regeneration, as well as make him
  tireless and recover front fatigue faster. He would also be able to communicate with other people... or
  maybe even creatures... telepathically, which was an incredibly valuable ability.
  
  If there was one thing about the Graceless Dusk that made Sunny feel a bit regretful, it was that it did
  not seem to be oriented toward battle, and instead gifted the wearer with great utility outside of it. That
  was not too strange, since there were a lot of armor-type Memories like that. Still... a Transcendent
  one, even if it was made of fabric instead of steel, would not be too shabby.
  
  And he was already thinking about how to use the [Blessing of Dusk] to cause savage mental shock to
  people. Sunny had plenty of harrowing experiences to share through a mental link...
  
  As he thought about that, the temperature of the ocean surrounding him subtly changed. Looking up,
  Sunny could see dim lights through the mass of water.
  
  They were approaching the surface.
  
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    1023 The Fall of Falcon Scott (41)
    
    Sunny crawled onto the shore and lay on the cold stones of the pebble beach for a bit, breathing heavily.
    It was incredibly nice to lie on solid ground again, but at the same time, his body felt heavy and
    cumbersome. A part of it had to do with spending some time in the depths of the ocean, and a part of it
    was simply because he was still tired and low on essence.
    
    'Curse it...'
    
    He had enough sense left, at least, to let one shadow slide off his body and take a look around to make
    sure that there were no enemies in his immediate vicinity.
    
    There were none, at least not close by. There was only Naeve, who seemed to be doing a little bit better
    than Sunny. The Nightwalker took a few deep breaths, then slowly sat up.
    
    "We... we actually made it. Gods, I really did not expect to live through this one."
    
    He glanced at Sunny, receiving a vague gesture of confirmation. Sunny shared the feeling.
    
    Naeve grasped his shoulder for a moment, then asked with a hint of morbid curiosity in his voice:
    
    "I low did you manage to kill that horror, anyway? Such a devastating mental attack... even Uncle failed
    to resist it."
    
    Sunny remained motionless for a few seconds, pushed himself off the ground with a tired groan, and
    glanced at the scion of Night somberly.
    
    Spitting out the Essence Pearl, he then grimaced and said:
    
    " I guess it was just fate... that fiend was fated to die by my hand, and so, fate helped me kill it."
    
    Naeve smiled weakly, then looked away.
    
    "Never took you for a fatalist."
    
    That was when a third figure rose from the water. Bloodwave walked onto the shore, his eyes glinting
    with shades of deep blue and indigo. Drops of water were rolling down his smooth ebony skin, contours
    of steel muscles clearly visible under it.
    
    The Saint remained silent for a few moments, looking into the distance. Then, he sighed, and suddenly
    disappeared. A strong gale threw a scattering of pebbles into the air, making Sunny cover his face with
    his hand.
    
    'What... what is that speed?'
    
    He lowered his hand and looked in the direction where Bloodwave had dashed. Slowly, his face grew
    still.
    
    "No..."
    
    Naeve's voice sounded defeated.
    
    The shore around them was empty. Here and there, a few dead Nightmare Creatures lay on the ground,
    their blood steaming in the cold. Snowflakes were dancing in the air as they fell from the empty sky.
    There were. no brood beasts in sight, and the roar of the distant cannonade was much quieter titan it
    had been when they left...
    
    All good signs.
    
    However, the illusion of peace was destroyed when one saw the port fortress that loomed some distance
    away.
    
    A large section of its wall was torn asunder and collapsed, and most of the lights that had illuminated
    the battlements were. now dark. There was movement in the breach, silhouettes who looked like people
    walking between the rubble with unsteady steps. Beyond that, Sunny could see nothing else.
    Remembering the sight of the vast crowd of frightened refugees cowering in the courtyard, he felt his
    heart turn cold.
    
    ...The battle was over, at least. Otherwise, Bloodwave would have already been rampaging among the
    remaining abominations. The ships anchored near the fortress were intact, as well. Whatever damage
    had been done to the port did not reach them.
    
    Sunny stood up with a stagger, then dismissed the Essence Pearl and the Nimble Catch. Black threads
    surrounded his body, soon turning into the grey fabric of the Puppeteer‘s Shroud.
    
    Glancing at the crestfallen Nightwalker, he said evenly:
    
    "Lets go."
    
    The two of them slowly made their way to the fortress.
    
    As they approached, more details became visible.
    
    The bodies of the thralls littered the ground, mangled and torn apart. There were much more of them
    here than there had been protecting the Terror — thousands of them, all slain despite their dreadful
    power. it seemed that the defenders of the fort had not surrendered even a single meter of the approach
    without making the abominations pay a steep price.
    
    Sunny saw Nightmare Creatures of all kinds among the felled thralls, some of them large enough to
    make him shiver. There were. human bodies among them, as well — the former residents of LO49, who
    had finally found their final resting place thousands of kilometers away from the distant research base.
    Perhaps they would have been glad to lay on solid ground again, as well, instead of floating endlessly in
    the lightless abyss of the ocean.
    
    When Sunny and Naeve walked closer to the breached wall of the fortress, they saw the bodies of the
    First Army soldiers among the dead thralls, too. Mundane humans, Awakened... there were too many of
    them to count.
    
    Sunny felt a bitter feeling grasp his heart.
    
    ...This was a part of his victory, as well.
    
    He had been proud, gleeful, and elated after killing the hateful Corrupted Terror, happy to receive a
    powerful Memory. However, his victory was made possible because most of the creature's drowned
    guard had been drawn away by the defenders of the port. While Sunny was fighting the Sybil in the
    depths of the ocean, these men and women were dying here on the shore to give him a fighting chance.
    
    That did not diminish his accomplishment... however, it did put it in perspective. Cruelly so.
    
    Suddenly, Sunny remembered something Master Jet had told him once, years ago, while driving him to
    the gates of the Academy.
    
    No one can survive in the Dream Realm alone.
    
    'The waking world... it‘s no different from the Dream Realm these days, is it?‘
    
    Maybe it never had been.
    
    Passing between the soldiers that were walking among the bodies, recovering the dead humans and
    hopelessly searching for wounded survivors, Sunny climbed the rubble to enter the breach and looked at
    the courtyard of the fortress that was revealed behind it.
    
    The refugees... were alive, pressed against the opposite wall of the yard and pale with terror. There was
    a light barricade built to shield them front any potential enemy, with soldiers vigilantly standing guard
    behind it.
    
    The battle seemed to have been the most fearsome just beyond the breach. An actual mountain of
    corpses was piled up where the defenders had made a desperate last stand, refusing to let the thralls
    reach the civilians.
    
    Sunny descended into the courtyard and looked around forlornly.
    
    He found Verne's body soon. The enthralled Master was laying on his back, staring at the sky with
    empty, glassy eyes. His ribcage, shoulder, and skull were crushed by some devastating blunt weapon. He
    was finally, and mercifully, truly dead-
    
    ...Dale was laying nearby, too.
    
    Sunny almost failed to recognize the irregular captain without his bulky armor — the Memories, of
    course, had disappeared after the owner's death — and because the body was terribly mangled.
    However, the insignia of an Ascended of the First Army could still be discerned on the bloodied sleeve of
    his bodysuit.
    
    Gritting his teeth, Sunny took a few steps forward and kneeled near the mangled body.
    He did not really know what to do. The wind was picking up, making his shiver.
    
    Sunny remained silent for a while, and then said quietly:
    
    "You... rest well now, Master Dale. You did well."
    
    'Your nightmare is over.‘
    
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Chapter 1019: The Fall Of Falcon Scott (37)

Some distance away, the ethereal flower suddenly swirled, its beautiful petals billowing outward like a
current of white silk. Ghostly tentacles of flowing cloth shot toward the charging Saint, too swift and
insidious to dodge.

As Sunny watched in fear, Bloodwave's head became enveloped by the silk, his glowing eyes
disappearing from View. The body of the monstrous killer whale shuddered, moved weakly, and then
grew strangely still.

'Gods...‘

He saw something much more frightening, as well.

Two of the longer petals were already flying through the dark abyss, approaching Sunny and Naeve.
They were fast... too fast. Inescapable.

He had no time to dodge, or even react. There were no thralls close enough to hide in their shadow, and
not enough time to try and swim away. All Sunny managed to do was slash forward with the Sin of
Solace. The jade blade met the white petal, cutting through the cloth. A small piece of it drifted away,
but the petal was not slowed down at all.

It seemed to unfurl into a vast expanse of billowing silk, surrounding Sunny from all sides. Then, he
was wrapped in the cold whiteness, encompassed and immobilized by it. The feeling of smooth satin
brushing against his naked skin made Sunny shudder.

'Damna... tion...‘

Then, the world grew still.

The dark abyss of the ocean disappeared, replaced by an eternity of fluttering white cloth.

His exhaustion and fear disappeared, too.

His memory, foresight, awareness, intent, and resolve were gone.

His mind was empty.

Sunny vaguely remembered having thoughts, desires, and hopes. But those words seemed senseless
now, their meaning unfathomable. In fact, the word he had used to describe himself — Sunny — was
meaningless, too. What a strange one it was...

Surrounded by billowing silk, he sensed movement. There were... shadows... moving around him. He
was moving, too, being drawn closer to the largest one.

With each passing moment, his sense of self was dissolving more and more. Soon, it would be gone
completely. And then, something new, something old, something darker, something... waiting... was
going to take. its place.

He felt at peace with that.

He felt... empty.

The emptiness was comforting.

There was just one thing blemishing the peaceful white {lawlessness of the empty satin world.

...A sinister, mocking voice. It whispered into his car, gloating:

"Here we go. A pathetic end for a pathetic fool."

Spurred by the hateful voice — his own voice — Sunny suddenly remembered.

Lost from Light.

That was his name.

That one memory unlocked all the rest like a key.

'What... is... going on?‘

He struggled against the white cloth enveloping his body, but it was hopeless. The terrifying
understanding flooded his mind, making him remember what had happened, and what was happening.

What was probably about to happen.

Sonny's consciousness was strangely split, one part of it sensing the reality of being dragged through? ‘
the mass of water by one of the Terror's petals, the other still lost in the endless expanse of billowing
silk.

He could feel a boundless alien presence encroaching upon both, seeing through his eyes, thinking his
thoughts, and hungrily wanting for more. Its progress was slow and labored, but inevitable. Sunny tried
to fight against the harrowing invader, throwing all of his willpower into a fierce assault, but it simply
shattered against the vast, ancient, malevolent enormity of it like glass.

'Ah... not good...'

His thoughts were slowing down.

Suspecting that fighting the Terror in the mindscape was a futile endeavor, Sunny tried to free himself
from the physical bonds instead. However, his arms were pressed tightly against his body, and the white
cloth refused to part before the blade of the Sin of Solace, like the flesh of other Nightmare Creatures
usually did. He wasn't going to cut through it while only being able to move his wrist a tiny bit.

'Curse it!'

Sunny could vaguely sense the shadows of Naeve and Bloodwave some distance away from him. It
seemed that he was the only one trying to struggle against the Terror's petals. Both were probably still
mesmerized... why was he not, then?

The Sin of Solace and possessing a True Name might have helped, but it could not have been the only
reason. Bloodwave was the enigmatic Saint's True Name, as well, and yet the monstrous killer whale
was motionless, silently drifting on the currents in the dreadful embrace of while silk.

Which meant that this small degree of awareness was probably the result of Sunny's unreasonably high
resistance to mental attacks. Even though he now shared his head with the Terror, a part of his mind
was still fighting against it.

What good was it, though, since Sunny could neither free himself not stop the creature from replacing
his very self?

As he was drawn closer and closer to the beautiful blossom of white silk, he could feel himself growing...
insubstantial. With each moment, his thoughts became less his own. His eyes stared at the silken veil,
moving on their own. As if something else was looking through them.

Finally, Sunny felt true horror.

He had been scared before, but never like this. Sensing something else take possession of his body,
while utterly helpless to resist the slow dissolution of his will... it was the realization of all his deepest,
most guarded fears.

And it was being done by the Team of L049... the hateful, abominable creature that had already
defeated him once.

Full of dark resentment, Sunny gritted his teeth, and summoned two Memories. That much he could
still do, at least.

One was a small lantern cut out of obsidian.

The other was a fearsome mask of black lacquered wood, with vicious fangs and three sharp, twisting
horns.

Weaver's Mask... Sunny had not called upon it in a long time. It frightened him, as well, almost as much
as the Terror.

Trying not to think about what he was about to do, Sunny activated the single enchantment of the
Shadow Lantern, commanding it to devour all light around it.

There was no light to devour in the dark abyss, but that was not what he wanted. What he really wanted
was for the divine Memory to gobble up as much of his essence as it could.

The Shadow Lantern burned through most of the essence Sunny had in the time it took the white
tendril of silk to bring him to the pallid blossom. There was very little of it left, now...

Sunny felt like his mind was almost gone.

Struggling to wrestle control of his face from the terrifying presence, he forced himself to grin. He
wanted that smile to be menacing, but all it ended up being was weak and scared.

'A pity...‘

lie sensed a vast shadow that was full of harrowing wrongness looming close, and thought:

"You wanted to see through my eyes? Well, then... look..'

With that, Sunny reached into Weaver‘s Mask and activated its second enchantment...

[Where is my eye?]

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  Sunny hadn't even thought about using that death charm after the first time. Back then, moments before falling into the sky below, he
  he had activated it out of sheer desperation.
  His gamble had paid off, but it nearly cost him his life.
  [Where is my eye?] She allowed the wearer of the mask to behold the tapestry of fate in all its heartbreaking splendor. The endless and beautiful eternity
  of twisted threads pierced all of existence, stretching out infinitely in all directions, as well as into the past, present, and future. she connected
  everyone and everything as an inconceivable and unknowable network.
  Weaver might have been able to witness the great tapestry... but mere mortals like Sunny were not.
  A single moment of looking at fate had nearly caused his mind to collapse. If his essence hadn't been exhausted after that single moment, without
  he doubts he would have been killed, his head would explode in the most violent way. Fortunately, he had been easily spared by experiencing only unimaginable pain.
  and pure agony, the memory of which still made him shudder.
  ... The Terror was very welcome to try to do the same.
  As the last of Sunny's essence disappeared, causing him to experience a painful backlash, the inconceivable sight of the great
  tapestry of destiny overlapped across and above the world. It was just as dazzling, impressive, and utterly overwhelming as she remembered it... yet,
  Interestingly, Sunny saw the beautiful threads differently this time.
  To him, they now seemed nothing more than chains.
  Of course, he didn't linger trying to look, he just caught a glimpse of the cosmic tapestry. Prepared for what was to come, Sunny used a little trick,
  but quite tortuous.
  Her consciousness was still torn between reality and the illusion of the endless expanse of billowing white silk the Terror had created.
  to hypnotize her prey. So Sunny became blind to the real world, concentrating entirely on the illusory realm of pure whiteness.
  That's why the Terror, who had almost stolen her body and now looked at the world through her eyes, was the only one looking at the world.
  harrowing infinity.
  Sunny felt the white silk around him tremble, as if the pale flower was convulsing.
  Even though her head was filled with throbbing pain from that brief glimpse of the Strings of Fate, her faint smile finally turned into a real smile.
  ...Look well, wretch."
  A split second later, her scent dried up and the death spell deactivated. The tapestry of fate disappeared, and Sunny suddenly found herself
  Free from the alien presence that devoured her mind…or rather, she was still there, but now dazed and writhing in pain.
  The white silk physical binding that wrapped around her body had also loosened a bit.
  Without wasting a moment, Sunny used that slack to push her hand forward. The tip of the Sin of Solace pierced through the cloth prison wall and then
  moved upward, cutting a vertical crack in it.
  A second later, she cut off the white petal and dove into the dark water, incredibly happy to be in the dark ocean's oppressive embrace.
  one more time.
  Sunny hurriedly surveyed her surroundings, knowing she didn't have much time.
  Witnessing the tapestry of fate hadn't killed him as an Awakened Monster, so she doubted he would kill a Corrupted Terror, if that was really what he meant.
  it was the fearsome silk flower. In either case, the creature most likely won't stay stunned for long.
  Currently, the pale flower seemed to be seizing up, its petals twisting in grotesque convulsions. The graceful harmony of her strangely beautiful
  The dance had been broken, replaced instead by chaotic, nervous movements without any logic.The slaves also seemed to be in pain and disoriented.
  Watching the agony consume the abominable creature, Sunny became even more convinced that fate was something only the gods should see...or
  maybe no one at all. If even a corrupted abomination of great and terrible power was reduced to a convulsing mess, what hope did the
  mere humans to resist the vision of eternity?
  Ignoring her own pain, Sunny looked briefly at Naeve and Bloodwave. They seemed to be showing signs of life, but they hadn't even begun to try.
  to get free yet. The Terror would most likely come to its senses before they could.
  He had to finish the battle himself.
  Grasping the hilt of the Sin of Solace, Sunny pushed herself forward. She fought against the weakness she had left behind by draining all of her
  essence from him, pushing his body through the water as fast as he could.
  The Nimble Catch had become a useless piece of netting, the silent active enchantment of it. Fortunately, the enchantment of the Essence Pearl
  it was passive, so he could still breathe.
  Her muscles and her lungs burned as she reached the white flower. Only a dozen seconds had passed, but the convulsions of the
  billowing petals were already weakening.
  Feeling cold terror grip his heart, Sunny gritted her teeth and dove into the mass of white silk.His target was the small shape hidden in the center of the petals.
  Swimming between the dancing stripes of white fabric, Sunny couldn't shake the feeling that she would catch him again at any moment.
  That her mind would be eaten and her will replaced with something strange and vile.
  However, she went ahead.
  After an eternity of fear, she finally reached the heart of the pale flower.
  And there she saw...
  Sunny froze for a moment.
  In front of him was a form wrapped in white silk. She could see the vague outlines of a short, stuffed human body. was feminine and
  small, almost delicate. Pressed hard against the wrappings, she could make out the hint of a face...two hollow holes where they should have been.
  the eyes, and a larger one of a mouth that seemed to be open in a silent and eternal scream.
  Suddenly, a cold understanding fell over him. Looking at the expanse of white cloth that extended from the wrapped body, she realized that what had
  Thought it was a flower it wasn't a flower at all...it was just a great white silk burial shroud, the sleeves and draping drifting cold water and dark.
  Sunny lingered for only a fraction of a second, then grabbed the stuffed body, came face to face with it, and plunged her sword into its heart.
  A strange and painful sensation overwhelmed him for a moment.
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  Then, the white cloth surrounding Sunny suddenly exploded with a frantic movement, and she soon froze.
  In the silence that followed, the Wizard whispered solemnly in her ear:
  [You have killed a corrupted terror...]
  
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      Her
      
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        you call him Ma'am lol
        
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        it was better then the nothing we been getting
        
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