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Chapter 1022: The Fall of Falcon Scott (40)
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He got a jackpot

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Will he talk to the Saint now?

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  That is my 1st thought as well...
  
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#panic# the paragraphs are misplaced

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There are multiple missing/misplaced paragraphs in this chapter.

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 from 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.

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, 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 be 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 Sunny's thinking, passive essence regeneration, as well as make him tire less and recover from 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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  panic 29 Jul 2023, 14:03 ➥ Nowem
  
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thank you so much @JOEMUDA a real man of culture

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1030 The Fall of Falcon Scott (48) (Joemuda note: my plan was to gatekeep the chapters XD but yall were so nice to me i just couldnt)

As soon as Goliath took a step forward, and the wall vibrated under Sunny once again, he called upon Saint.

By his side, Master Jet mounted the parapet of the battlement, clinging to it with one hand and ready to push herself away. In her other hand, the slender glaive weaved itself from snowflakes.

The sea of Nightmare Creatures flowed forward, overtaking the marching colossus. The familiar thunder of discharging rail guns tore the snowstorm apart, and the turrets joined them a moment later, drowning the world in a roaring cacophony.

A tall and graceful figure clad in onyx armor stepped onto the wall from the shadows. Instantly, her fearsome presence permeated the air, making soldiers turn around and crane their necks, staring at the menacing black knight in fright. Saint's ruby eyes flashed with cold crimson flames.

Someone yelled.

"It's Mongrel!"

"Mongrel is here!"

"Thank the gods!"

Their calls rolled across the wall, and the soldiers that had been shaken by the terrible visage of the marching titan regained some of their confidence. Even though Saint was dwarfed by the looming shapes of bulky MWPs, at that moment, eemed much greater than the towering machines.

how that ugly boulder who's in charge, Mongrel!"

...As for Sunny, no one paid him much attention. Whatever fame he had earned among the fighters of the First Army paled in comparison to his flamboyant alter ego. After all, unlike him, Mongrel was a mysterious character. People were free to fill in the blanks using nothing but their imaginations, and the things they came up with were always much more fantastical than the truth.

Well... at least the version of the truth about Sunny that he shared with the world. The actual truth was so outlandish that no one would probably believe it.

Well... at least the version of the truth about Sunny that he shared with the world. The actual truth was so outlandish that no on uld probably believe it.

'Doesn't matter..."

Watching Goliath walk forward, Sunny summoned a very special Memory... the one he had worked so hard to create. His payback gift to the stone giant. The [Siege Souvenir].

Suddenly, a very lengthy and sharp javelin appeared in Saint's hand. It was about three meters long, incredibly heavy, and entirely white. A sense of immense, wild, destructive power radiated from the white javelin, making even Sunny himself feel slightly uncomfortable.

Of course, the javelin was the quill of the Corrupted Devil he had collected from an army warehouse a long time ago - the thing Sunny had spent most of his free time in Falcon Scott trying to enchant.

The Siege Souvenir was now a Transcendent Memory, and a very special one at that. Several Transcendent soul shards, as well as rivers of essence that formed numerous shadow strings, had gone into its creation.

The long javelin possessed only two enchantments.

The first one was [Death Dealer], which Sunny had copied from Morgan's Warbow. Bestowing that one to the devil's needle had been hard, but also somewhat straightforward.

The difficulty Sunny had met was merely one of scope. Of all the enchantments he had learned and recreated before, that one was the vastest and most difficult. However, there was no alternative - [Death Dealer] was the most destructive single-target enchantment in his arsenal, and so, nothing else would have done.

It was also extremely, dreadfully gluttonous in its consumption of essence. ...But not gluttonous enough, as far as Sunny was concerned.

That was where the second enchantment he had bestowed on the Siege Souvenir caine in. That one had no name... because it was invented by him. Creating it was not technically hard, but required Sunny to teach himself an entirely new facet of weaving, as well as accomplish something he had never done before - not simply copy, but disassemble and heavily modify an existing enchantment.

The enchantment that had served as the basis was the [Unbroken] of the Midnight Shard. It allowed the wielder access to a vast reservoir of power when at death's doorstep, as long as the wielder refused to surrender and kept fighting against overwhelming odds.

Sunny was not interested in augmenting the javelin with additional power, nor was he interested in creating a limitation tied to how close someone was to death or their character.

What he was interested in was the reservoir itself.

After all, [Death Dealer] had to be powered by something.

And so, Sunny had spent many, many arduous hours studying the weave of the [Unbroken], trying to understand how it worked, what element of the tapestry of ethereal strings was responsible for which part of it, and how to isolate the effect he wanted to achieve how to create a reservoir of power that could feed the Siege Souvenir from the inside.

In the end, with the timely help of the Graceless Dusk, he had succeeded in both of his undertakings.

The white javelin was much, much longer and heavier than an arrow... in fact, calling it a javelin was somewhat misleading, since it was more akin to a projectile worthy of a siege engine. Nevertheless, it possessed the pacity to deliver the same devastating force as an arrow sent flying with the help of the [Death Dealer], only at a much greater scale.

A lot of po vas needed to achieve that effect - much more power than anyone in Falcon Scott could have supplied in one go. That was why Sunny had enchanted the Siege Souvenir to possess an independent reservoir of essence, and siphoned a sea of it into the javelin over the days.

He had basically created an entirely new type of Memory. Weak Memories usually possessed passive enchantments that were powered by the ambient essence used to manifest the Memory. Powerful Memories usually possessed active enchantments that required the wielder to manipulate and spend their own essence in order to use them.

The Siege Souvenir, meanwhile, possessed a dire enchantment that fed directly on the javelin's own essence.

The result of his hard work was a tremendously powerful Memory. It was so powerful, in fact, that only refined material harvested from a Corrupted creature could withstand the dreadful enchantments. Anything less would have disintegrated under strain.

Even then, the Siege Souvenir was bound to be a one-use Memory. The quill of the Corrupted Devil was not going to survive the release of its own destructive power.

There was one last hurdle to overcome to make use of it, though.

Not just anyone could wield it. Even Sunny himself was not strong enough to make use of his creation in the intended way.

That was why he had needed Saint to evolve... he needed a Transcendent being to bring forth the Siege Souvenir's potential.

...And now, he had one.

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  Dom_1 14 Jul 2023, 17:22 ➥ JOEMUDA
  
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  You forgot chapter 1023 but yea ;)
  
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    Smie 14 Jul 2023, 18:28 ➥ Dom_1
    
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    Look at his comment history
    
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  Vcs23 14 Jul 2023, 17:59 ➥ JOEMUDA
  
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  Bro, where do you read those chapters? Panda now betrayed a lot of readers and I'm looking for alternatives
  
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    Most likely he bought them on the official website, i think.
    
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1027 The Fall of Falcon Scott (45)

His Shadow was a Transcendent now.

Sunny found it hard to believe, even though he had been the one who made her Transcendence possible.
It was just that Saints held a special place in human culture — they were the epitome of vast and
unobtainable power. They were more demigods than people... enigmatic and awe-inspiring, so distant
as to almost be ineffable.

He was now a Master himself, and on top of that, one of the strongest there was. But even still, a huge
gap separated Sunny from someone like Sky Tide or Bloodwave, which he did not dare test.

To think that a similar existence now served him... it was hard to comprehend. Saint‘s Transcendence,
without a doubt, marked a new chapter in Sonny's rise to power.

Of course, it was unclear where the onyx knight was truly equal to the mighty Saints of the human race.
In terms of purely physical prowess, she was at least on par with them, and most likely far superior. Her
skill was outstanding, as was her talent and willpower... after all, Saint had always been outstanding.
She often triumphed over adversaries that were much more powerful than her.

But so were human Transcendents. There was no such thing as an average Saint — each and every one
of them were the absolute best of the human race, battle-hardened warriors of utmost talent, resolve,
and ability, with thousands upon thousands of bloody fights under their belt.

There was also one fundamental difference between humans and creatures such as his Shadow...
humans possessed Aspects, while creatures did not.

Saint had just gained her powers, wielding elemental darkness to strengthen her body and her weapons.
However. every human Transcendent wielded a powerful Aspect and was armed with several potent
Abilities, including the Transformation.

They were also all carriers of the Nightmare Spell.

Simply put, Sunny did not know who would end up victorious if Saint fought a human Transcendent.
He had a feeling that, by herself, the onyx knight would lose... however, if she was augmented by his
shadows, the result might be very different.

...Luckily, he had no intention of combating Saints any time soon.

Dismissing the Shadow, Sunny sighed and spent some time cleaning up the mess her Transcendence
had made of the interior of the Rhino. The APC was in a sorry state, but still functional.

'See, the day is only getting better and better...‘

Or was it night?

Here in Antarctica, it was always night, so sticking to the old notion of time was getting harder and
harder.

He made himself a late supper — or an early breakfast — and settled in the lounge area for a few
minutes. After a while, his communicator made a familiar sound. It seemed that the siege capital's
communication array had activated, as it usually did twice a day, sending packets of data to those with a
bandwidth quota.

Sunny looked at the new message with some relief. Rain was doing fine, it seemed... her response was
shorter than usual, but she was obviously not experiencing any symptoms of being infected by the Spell.
He had always been worried about his sister, and after observing so many mundanes being killed by the
First Nightmare here in Antarctica — and having killed many monstrous abominations their bodies had
turned into — that worry only grew stronger.

Sunny sighed.

'She's okay. She's safe... there is no reason for her to contract the Spell, to begin with. And even if she
does, Serpent is with her.'

Sunny missed his serpentine Shadow. It would have been tremendously useful during the Southern
Quadrant campaign. considering how dire his need for essence had been from day one in this cold hell.
Not to mention the versatile and powerful nature of Serpent's abilities.

And yet, Sunny had not regretted leaving it with Rain even once. Her safety took precedence... and he
had many other ways to protect himself. If anything, experiencing the bitter hardships of the Antarctica
campaign without the Serpent had given him an opportunity to learn how to manage his essence with
utmost efficiency, as well as vastly improve his control over it.

Thinking of his Shadows, Sunny suddenly felt curious about their relationship to his Class. Even though
the Soul Serpent was currently away, each of the Shadows occupied one of his cores. Did it mean that he
would only ever be able to control seven of them, at most?

If that were the case. maybe the dismal rate at which he received Echoes was not such a terrible thing.
He might have been very upset if someone like Kurt — the Awakened psychopath he had killed in the
waking world — prevented him from turning Nightmare into one of his Shadows.

That time, his dislike of the man, and of the idea of owning human Echoes, had prevented Sunny from
wasting fragments on the transformation. but he would have caved in if given a better opportunity.

0r, wait... would he have even been able to make Kurt into a Shadow without losing Saint or Serpent?
He was just an Awakened Monster back then, possessing only two Shadow Cores...

'I'm rambling.'

Sunny remained motionless for a few moments, staring into the distance.

He was thinking about unnecessary things to distract himself from what was about to come.

Goliath was approaching.

The creature that had almost killed him once.

The Fallen Titan had already destroyed one siege capital. so there was a real chance that Falcon Scott
would be destroyed by the abominable giant, as well. Sunny and let were determined to slay the
gargantuan creature of stone' but anything could happen.

Even if their preparations worked, there was no telling what damage would be done to the city wall
before the titan perished... if he perished.

This day might turn out to be the last day for many. many people. Maybe even Sunny himself.

He closed his eyes for a moment.

'Over my dead body. Well... obviously, that's kind of a given...‘

And with that, Sunny forced a pale smile onto his face and picked up his communicator.

His response to Rain did not contain any of the grave worries that gnawed at him. Even though she was
smart enough to read between the lines, Sunny made an effort to hide the ugly truth as well as he could.
That was for his benefit. too.

While. writing messages to Rain, Sunny was almost able to believe in his own lies.

Not knowing the truth was a solace...

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  1028 The Fall of Falcon Scott (46)
  
  Some time later, the members of his cohort approached the Rhino. Belle, Dorn, Samara, Kimmy,
  Luster... walking inside, they froze for a moment, studying the upturned interior of the APC and the
  cracks in its armored windows with stunned expressions.
  
  After a while, Luster cleared his throat.
  
  "Uh, sir... what happened?"
  
  Sunny gave him a deadpan took.
  
  "I had a lady over, she Transcended."
  
  The young man laughed nervously.
  
  "Ah... good one, sir..."
  
  After that, he practically ran to the pilot's cabin to check on the internal systems of the Rhino. As Luster
  went through the diagnostics, he kept mumbling under his nose:
  
  "Gods... did he crash it into a titan? This damage... oh, my poor baby..."
  
  Sunny shook his head and addressed the rest of his soldiers, speaking loudly enough for Luster to hear,
  as well:
  
  "Prepare yourselves. Army Command is certain that Goliath will reach the city either today or
  tomorrow. in any case, we. won't be leaving the wall until he does. This... is going to he the big one,
  guys."
  
  His soldiers grew somber, their eyes full of calm determination. Sunny nodded.
  
  "Don't worry about the titan himself. Colonel Jet and I will take care of the big bastard. However,
  Goliath is not going to show up alone... and, judging by how Erebus Field fell, there is a big chance that
  the wall will be breached. I don't need to tell you how important it is to prevent the Nightmare
  Creatures from getting inside. However, if the situation becomes hopeless, be ready to retreat to the
  secondary line of defense within the city."
  
  He paused for a moment, looking at them with a serious expression.
  
  "Don't be stupid and die an unnecessary death. I need you alive... to fight tomorrow, and the day after
  tomorrow, and the day after that. Dying might as well be considered desertion, at this point. No one is
  allowed to die without my permission. Understood?"
  
  The members of his cohort grinned, then saluted.
  
  "Yes, sir!"
  
  "Wouldn‘t think of it!"
  
  "I am scared of you way more than I'm scared of death, sir! I wouldn‘t dare!"
  
  Sunny blinked a couple of times at that last one, then nodded.
  
  "That's great. Let's go, then."
  
  Soon, the Rhino started anti moved forward with some effort. They drove across Falcon Scott, where a
  lot of streets were new empty, and a lot were unlit. Snow piled high in some areas, and in others,
  crowds of refugees were anxiously hurrying through the cold.
  
  Luster was stubbornly sticking to only the well-illuminated roads, for some reason, which made the
  progress a bit slow. The wall steadily grew closer and closer.
  
  Before they reached the secondary defense ring, however, Sunny suddenly ordered him to stop the APC.
  The young man looked back with a silent question.
  
  Sunny hesitated for a few moments, then said:
  
  "Wait for me here. I won't be long."
  
  With that, he left the Rhino and walked toward a familiar dormitory tower, which happened to be
  nearby.
  
  No one was cleaning the snow in front of its entrance, this time. Sunny stood there for a minute or two,
  staring at the flimsy doors with a grim expression. Eventually, he sighed.
  
  'Even if the whole city is destroyed, this damned dormitory must remain standing. I'll make sure of it.‘
  With that, he turned around and started walking away.
  
  ...When he did, however, he almost stumbled into someone approaching the dormitory.
  
  "Watch where you're going, idi... huh? Sunny?"
  
  He sighed and looked up, noticing Beth and Professor Obel. They must have been returning from their
  own shifts — Beth at the volunteer center, the old man at the engineering wing of the government
  complex.
  
  The young woman blinked a couple of times, staring at him with surprise. Before Sunny could come up
  with something to say, she asked:
  
  "Aren't you cold?"
  
  He opened his month, then looked down, at the thin silk tunic covering his body. lndeed, it did not look
  exactly like something a person should be wearing in the middle of winter.
  
  Sunny cleared his throat.
  
  "I'm not, actually. Uh... elemental resistance, you know."
  
  Beth scoffed.
  
  "You're still a human, are you not? Put something warm on, for Spell's sake... I imagine fighting on the
  wall with a running nose is not a great idea. Ascended snot is still snot..."
  
  He looked at her silently for a few moments, then suddenly laughed.
  
  "Ah, yes. I am still a human, that's true. Thanks. I'll try to remember that."
  
  Professor Obel took a step forward, smiling.
  
  "Were you on your way to visit us, Major Sunless? Come, come... there's no point in standing here, in
  the cold..."
  
  Sunny smiled, then lightly shook his head.
  
  "No, I was actually on my way to start the shift on the wall. Army Command is expecting a big fight, so
  it's all hands on deck... well, even more so than usual. In arty case, make sure to remain inside and be
  careful in the next day or so. Things might get a little hectic."
  
  The old man nodded with a sigh.
  
  "I see. Well, we won't keep you, then. Please stay safe."
  
  He moved forward, but then paused and patted Sunny on the shoulder.
  
  "Ah, maybe you‘ll stop by after your shift, then? It's nothing much, but Beth received a bit of extra
  rations today. We are planning to cook up a feast for everyone who is still waiting for a ticket, in our
  block. I will save you a portion."
  
  Sunny remained silent for one moment too long, then shrugged.
  
  "Why not? It's a promise."
  
  He watched Professor Obel and Beth disappear inside, then slowly turned around and walked back
  toward the Rhino.
  
  As he walked, the smile disappeared from his face, replaced by a dark, ruthless expression.
  
  Deep shadows nestled in his eyes.
  
  'It's time to kill a titan.'
  
  What happened at Erebus field could not be allowed to repeat itself. Goliath had to die, and Sunny was
  just the person to kill him. And eye for an eye, a death for a death.
  
  Sunny was a very petty and vindictive person, and the two of them... they had a score to settle.
  
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    1029 The Fall of Falcon Scott (47)
    
    The winds were howling as they crashed into the colossal bulwark of the city wall. The soldiers of the First Army were shivering on the battlements, staring into the hazy mist of the blizzard with grim expressions. These were the lucky ones - the less fortunate were far below, on the ground, ready to defend the breaches with their lives.
    
    Because of the ugly rifts in the defensive barrier of the city, the logistics of the siege had become much harder. Today, it was especially so, since no one knew the direction from which the titan was going to attack.
    
    Goliath could come from the south, marching across the ravaged landscape and shaking the earth with his every step. He could come from the north, emerging from below the dark waves to attack the port fortress first. For all Army Command knew, he could even crawl from under the ground... the scope of the titan's abilities was still a mystery.
    
    That was why the defenders were dispersed along the whole perimeter of the wall instead of congregating at one or several of its sections.
    
    However, Sunny and Jet, as well as their two cohorts of Irregulars, had found themselves in a familiar spot - right above the main entrance of the siege capital, not too far away from the Nightmare Gate that had torn through the wall not too long ago.
    
    Sunny was sitting with his back against the alloy parapet, meditating. Soul Reaper was standing nearby, looking across the vast killing field, the indscape obscured by the veil of snow. Both were trying to ignore the whispers of the Call.
    
    It was more than a bit annoying, to have to deal with it on top of the sickening anxiety of waiting for the start of the battle.
    
    Sunny sighed, then looked up at Master Jet. His hair was getting in the way, so he brushed it aside. Before he could speak, she suddenly asked:
    
    "Why don't you cut it?"
    
    He coughed in embarrassment.
    
    "Oh... the thing is, mundane scissors and autobarbers stopped working on me. I should probably just use a sharp Memory and cut it myself... yeah, that's what I'll do, one of these days..."
    
    Jet looked away with a smile.
    
    "I know a guy back in NQSC. He's very in demand, as one of the few Awakened hair stylists around. There are many Saints among his clientele, but if you want, I can get you a recommendation."
    
    Sunny laughed.
    
    "...Sure. When we're back in NQSC."
    
    He remained silent for a few moments, then asked:
    
    "How sure are you that we'll be able to destroy Goliath?"
    
    Soul Reaper hesitated.
    
    "As long as you pull off your part of the plan, pretty sure. Bloodwave will step in if something goes wrong, too. It's a shame that Sky Tide is away fighting the Winter Beast again... but we should be alright without her."
    
    Sunny nodded.
    
    "I think so..."
    
    However, Jet interrupted him by raising a hand. He grew quiet and raised an eyebrow.
    
    She looked into the darkness with a calm expression.
    
    "Listen."
    
    Sunny did so, hearing nothing but the wind and the stifled breaths of the thousands of soldiers surrounding them. Then, a muffled sound reached his ears from somewhere far away.
    
    Boom.
    
    And then, after a long and arduous pause, again.
    
    Boom.
    
    Sunny stood up, staring into the blizzard. Suddenly, he felt a chill creeping up his spine
    
    "He's coming."
    
    From a vast distance, the thunderous steps of the colossal giant were rolling over the world. Even though the soldiers could not see anything because of the raging snowstorm, the sound alone made them pale and grasp their weapons with trembling hands.
    
    Boom... boom...
    
    Boom...
    
    Each one assaulted them, almost like a mental attack.
    
    Jet tried to contact Army Command, then cursed when the interference made it impossible. Calling out one of the messengers, she said tersely:
    
    "Inform the HQ that Goliath is approaching from the south. We need reinforcements here as soon as possible. Go!"
    
    The pale-faced messenger saluted and disappeared from view, and then, there was nothing for them to do but wait.
    
    By Sunny's side, the members of his cohort were preparing for battle. Everyone around was doing the same, and from the impenetrable white haze beyond the wall, the steps of the giant continued to boom, slowly growing louder... and closer... and much more frightening.
    
    Boom!
    
    And then, after a torturous span of silence, again:
    
    Boom!
    
    Sunny gritted his teeth, and on the battlement behind him, four sha shivered.
    
    Hidden in the blizzard, Goliath was slowly approaching Falcon Scott. No one could see him, but the heavy steps of the titan sounded like foreboding war drums. Soon, the ground started shaking with each of them. The tremors traveled through the alloy structure of the city wall, making it vibrate.
    
    Sunny felt his body growing stiff, as if paralyzed by the memory of being crushed and broken by the giant's foot. Humans could not really recall pain, but remembering the feeling of being hurt was very easy, especially if one was hurt terribly. He had almost died that day... he should have died, if not for a couple of Memories and a bit of luck.
    
    The Fall of Faicon Scott (47) His body remembered being destroyed.
    
    Snarling, Sunny shook off the paralyzing fear and peered into the blizzard, hoping to see the hateful shape of the walking mountain.
    
    Instead, he just heard...
    
    BOOM.
    
    BOOM.
    
    'Damnation.'
    
    BOOM!
    
    BOOM!
    
    ...Suddenly, the thunderous steps stopped.
    
    A moment later, a rift appeared in the wall of the blizzard, and for a few moments, he could see far and wide.
    
    Sunny's eyes narrowed.
    
    Out there at the edge of the killing field, a giant creature stood in front of the mountains. Taller than the city wall by far, the titan looked like a mountain himself - his vaguely humanoid body was broad and misshapen, made of uneven, weathered stone. He had three mighty arms, and one enormous eye that stared at the soldiers of the First Army with an alien, cold, terrifying malice. The milky eye as completely white, having no iris and no pupil.
    
    ...Behind and around the titan, a vast and dark sea of bodies was undulating as it d down from the slopes of the mountains. Nightmare Creatures, a aningly large horde of them, were following the Fallen Titan.
    
    moment, the world seemed frozen.
    
    that dreadful instant, Sunny forced himself to smile. All of it - him coming to Antarctica, marching with the First Army across its cold expanse, surviving L049, clawing his way back north with a train of refugees, the long weeks of fighting at Falcon Scott - had been for this moment.
    
    He looked at Goliath with murderous intensity.
    
    'Come here, bastard...'
    
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The Fall of Falcon Scott (42)

The second week of the siege was over.

A few days ago, the Devouring Cloud had been eliminated. The Terror of L049 had been slain on the
same day, as well. More people had been evacuated. More people were being evacuated, still.

The siege capital still stood, firmly in human hands and mostly unbroken.

Sunny was in a familiar office in the underground government complex — the same one where he had
met the rest of the Irregular officers before the siege started. The office was much the same, with only
the image projected on the false window changed.

It was still showing the view of the city, only now, there were fewer people on the streets. The blizzard
was picking up again, too, so the visibility wasn't great.

There was also one more vacant chair.

There were currently only three people inside — Sunny, Jet, and Winter. The three of them were not
enough for the large room, so it felt painfully empty.

Winter's eyes were hidden behind her sunglasses. This was the first time Sunny saw her after the day of
the battle with the Devouring Cloud... he hesitated for a while, then forced himself to say:

"Dale, he was... a good man."

She turned her head slightly and stared at him for a while. Probably. Sunny could not really see where
she was looking.

Eventually, Winter sighed and briefly touched her forearm, where an edge of a tattoo could be seen
peeking out from beneath the rolled sleeve of her bodysuit.

"It's alright. I knew that the fool was going to get himself killed, eventually. There were six of us at the
start, you know?"

She grew quiet for a bit, then shook her head.

"Back at the Academy. Then, there were only two of us left after the Second Nightmare, and now there's
just me. I'll probably be dead soon, too. No regrets, though, as long as it's for a good cause."

Her voice sounded as laid-back as usual, but Sunny could sense a bit of strain in it.

"I am sorry."

Winter smiled.

"If you're really sorry, Little Devil, make sure to stay alive. You're too young and elite to die. Reaper,
you too... I mean, you too try to stay alive. Not that you're young and cute..."

Master Jet laughed.

"Well, if you insist, I'll have to give it a try. Might be a bit problematic, though."

They remained silent for a few moments, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere. All three had been fighting
with very little rest in between combat shifts for the past few days, so this meeting was a bit of a
reprieve, if nothing else.

Soul Reaper sighed and glanced at her datapad.

"I'll update you on the current state of things. Most of the information has been sent to your
communicators, so take a look at it later. The important stuff is... the wall is still holding, but just
barely. Three breaches have turned into five, as you must know. Army Command expects that we won't
lose control of the defensive barrier unless something catastrophic happens, though."

Winter raised a hand, interrupting her.

"What's the point of talking about it? Let's just get to the actual business. The priority targets... hey,
two out of five are dealt with. Sunny killed the Terror, while the Brood Mommy and Brood Daddy of the
Devouring Cloud were done in by you, Sunny, and Mongrel. That's great news. What about the other
three, though?"

Master Jet lingered for a bit.

"Actually, that's why I called you in today. The Heart of Darkness seems to have disappeared, so we
don't have to worry about it yet. Maybe that... thing... won't reach Falcon Scott before we retreat.
Goliath, on the other hand, was supposed to show up yesterday. He has been moving very slowly
recently, however, for whatever reason, so the time window changed. We should expect the big bastard
to arrive tomorrow, or the day after that."

An uncomfortable silence settled in the underground office. Winter broke it by whistling.

"Speaking of something catastrophic happening, huh? Are you sure we can handle a titan?"

Soul Reaper lingered for a while.

"...Don't fret. Sunny and I will handle him. Saint Bloodwave agreed to come out of the water to assist,
too, if we need him. He's not as powerful on land, but a Transcendent is a Transcendent. Overall... it
seems like the situation is not entirely hopeless. The First Army has suffered heavy casualties in the
past two weeks, true, but no more than Army Command expected. The evacuation is also only a little bit
behind schedule. I'd say that as long as Tyris continues to keep the Winter Beast at bay, we have a real
chance of pulling this off."

Sunny shifted in his seat.

"How is she doing, anyway?"

Master Jet gave hint a long look and thought before answering. Her voice was a bit wistful:

"Well... Sky Tide is doing fine. White Feather lost a lot of people during the battle with the Devouring
Cloud, but her husband and immediate family survived... Roan will be out of commission for a couple
more weeks, sadly. Coincidentally, the House of Night lost many Awakened on the same day, as well.
The forces of the great clans here are diminished. but they still pack a bite. Their heavy hitters are all
alive."

Sunny let out a sigh of relief. He had been somewhat worried about Saint Tyris and Master Roan... it
was good to hear that both of them were fine.

Soul Reaper yawned, then put her datapad on the table and gave him a poignant look.

"Back to Goliath, though. How is that project of yours coming along?"

He stared at her for a moment or two.

"That depends. Have you gotten those Memories I requested?"

Jet winced.

"...No. There are a lot of Sleepers that need to be armed, and a lot of Memories being lost every shift.
with people carrying them dying before having a chance to transfer anything. I'llbe able to receive a
few in a couple of days, but... we probably don't have that long."

Sunny sighed, then gave. her a bitter smile.

"That's fine. The project is all but finished. I have a few spare Memories as an emergency replacement,
it's just that I would have preferred not to waste them."

Winter gave them both a curious look.

"Are you two talking in code? What project? What Memories? You guys are not trying to buy a boat on
the black market and sail into the sunset together, are you?"

Soul Reaper grinned.

"Just a little something Sunny has cooked up in that devious head of his, to solve our titan problem. I'll
tell you if we have some free time today."

She glanced at the clock, the smile disappearing from her face.

"That said... you should go get to it, Sunny. Don't linger. Army Command has been known to make
wrong estimations before."

He nodded, then stood up and spared the two women one last glance. They were probably not going to
see each other again until Goliath showed up... and maybe never again, after.

He remained silent for a moment, then smiled.

"We don't need to buy a boat on the black market, by the way. My Rhino is a fully amphibious vehicle,
so it can take us over the strait no problem. As long as nothing swallows it on the way. of course.
Anyway, if something happens... you are both invited, so..."

With that, he winked and hurriedly left the office.

Once Sunny was outside, however, his smile disappeared, and was replaced by an expression of focused
concentration.

'This is it, then... no more time to waste.‘

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  Sunny followed the network of underground tunnels to reach the barracks, and then emerged from
  them near where the Rhino was parked. Breathing in the cold air, he spent a moment to enjoy the lack
  of desire to cough — the strange trauma he had received after touching the Nightmare Gate was all but
  gone now — and walked forward through the darkness.
  
  Snow was crunching under his feet.
  
  ‘Weird. Is this a good sign, or a bad sign?‘
  
  The street illumination in the city often went awry because of the numerous Gates outside and within
  the wall. Usually, the army technicians and civilian personnel would fix and replace the damaged
  components promptly, but this section was barely lit. No one seemed to have cleaned the snow in a
  while, either.
  
  Had the state of the city deteriorated to the point where no one bothered with these things anymore, or
  was it simply the result of so many people having already been evacuated? By now, only about a third of
  the initial two hundred million remained trapped in Falcon Scott. Maybe the person assigned to
  maintain this small corner of the city was already safely across the strait, with no one to replace them.
  Perhaps it was both.
  
  Glancing at the dark sky, Sunny rubbed his face and walked toward the Rhino.
  
  The last few days had been... hectic.
  
  By all accounts, he should have been dead tired and on the verge of collapsing from sleep deprivation.
  However, Sunny felt fine... in fact, he felt rather great. His body was full of vigor and vitality, while his
  mind was fresh and focused.
  
  The reason, of course, was the Shroud of Graceless Dusk.
  
  He glanced down, studying the Transcendent Memory.
  
  The Graceless Dusk looked like a simple tunic of fine, soft silk. He had expected it to be white, but to his
  surprise, the tonic turned out to be of a rich and beautiful black color, with intricate patterns
  embroidered along its collar, hem, and sleeve edges with silver thread. The hem reached just below his
  knees, while the sleeves ended at his elbows.
  
  The tunic was tied at the waist by an unadorned cord of black silk, and came with a pair of dainty shoes
  made of the same fabric, with a soft sole that was more suited for a well-tended garden than
  wilderness. Sunny enjoyed the fact that it allowed him to move around without making the slightest
  noise.
  
  The shoes only looked dainty, too.
  
  The black silk that the tunic and the shoes were made of was light and soft, but more durable than
  tempered steel. Sunny had tested how impervious it was, exactly, and was surprised to find out that the
  Cruel Sight could not pierce the thin fabric no matter how hard he tried.
  
  It did not burn, get wet, dissolve in acid, or suffer damage from any other elemental attacks he had at
  his disposal. Only the Sin of Solace managed to cut the black silk, and even then with a lot of trouble.
  ...Which was not to say that the Graceless Dusk could serve as a good suit of combat armor.
  
  The tunic itself left his forearms, shins, head, and neck exposed, while the soft shoes only covered his
  feet and ankles. Worse than that, neither were rigid — while the black silk was very hard to pierce, it did
  nothing to stop blunt attacks and concussive trauma. The Marble Shell could deal with that, to some
  extent, but it was still not an ideal situation.
  
  However, Sunny did not really care. The Graceless Dusk did not make any noise and was extremely
  light, not constraining his movements at all. More importantly, the other benefits of the Transcendent
  garment far outweigh its lackluster defense.
  
  The four Blessings were a great boon, as well as the reason why he felt so invigorated despite the recent.
  lack of rest and sleep.
  
  The [Blessing of Flesh] and the [Blessing of Spirit] made him tire much slower, both mentally and
  physically, while the time he needed to recover from fatigue was drastically cut. In the days after the
  battle with the Devouring Cloud, Sunny had only slept for a couple of hours at best, and yet he felt very
  refreshed and energized.
  
  The [Blessing of Soul], meanwhile, boosted the rate at which his essence regenerated. That was an
  awfully pleasant and valuable benefit, especially here in Antarctica.
  
  Finally, there was the [Blessing of Mind]... that one was the strangest, but also the most powerful.
  
  The enchantment did not exactly make him smarter or more insightful, but it did make his mind more...
  productive. It was as though there were several compartments within his head now, each capable of
  running a separate task concurrently — as long as it was not too demanding. That made simple
  calculations and analyzing clear information easier and faster.
  
  The effect was not new to Sunny, since he had been doing more or less the same thing for a long time,
  in order to control his shadows. lie was long used to perceiving and comprehending the world from
  several different viewpoints, which all but required him to sort of split his consciousness into several
  streams... however, after doing some research due to the Graceless Dusk, he had discovered that most
  people found such a task to be hard, or even impossible.
  
  In any case, his already deviant ability to partition his mind and multitask was boosted even further by
  the [Blessing of Mind].
  
  ...Needless to say, all of that was extremely useful when applied to weaving.
  
  With his mental capacity increased and his essence regenerating at a much faster rate, Sunny had finally
  been able to crack the case and turn the devil's needle into a Memory. He was not sure that he would
  have been able to achieve quite the same result without the boost provided by the four blessings.
  
  There was the fifth blessing, too...
  
  The Blessing of Dusk.
  
  This active enchantment was a very insidious one. It allowed Sunny to establish a telepathic connection
  with another person, or even several, to communicate with them through words and other, more crude
  means of sharing information such as emotions and vague images.
  
  Sadly, he could not simply read their minds, since the communications had to be intentional. That said,
  the recipients of the link were also unable to refuse it — if Sunny wanted, he could bombard them with
  the most gruesome and loud thoughts, causing something akin to a mental shock.
  
  Those with weaker minds were outright stunned, while those with resilience and discipline were at least
  bound to be disoriented.
  
  Of course, the first person Sunny had tried to communicate with telepathically was Saint. To his
  disappointment, the [Blessing of Dusk] did not work on her at all, probably due to the Shadow's
  immunity to mind attacks. He still did not know what was going on in that beautiful onyx head of hers.
  And speaking of Saint...
  
  Entering the dark interior of the Rhino, Sunny called the taciturn knight forth. She stepped out of his
  shadow, the plume of her helmet brushing against the vehicle's roof. Suddenly, the massive APC
  seemed cramped and narrow.
  
  Looking up at his loyal devil, Sunny smiled.
  
  "Are you hungry? How about a late-night snack?"
  
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    The graceful knight stared at him indifferently, not showing any reaction. The ruby jewels of her eyes
    glowed with menacing crimson flames, revealing no emotion. Sunny sighed.
    
    "Oh, come on... don't you understand what is happening? Just... emote, please! It won't kill you... I
    think..."
    
    Saint remained silent and as aloof as ever, causing his heart to ache.
    
    Cursing under his breath, Sunny looked away and summoned the runes. The shimmering symbols
    appeared in the air in front of him:
    
    Name: Sunless.
    
    True Name: Lost from Light.
    
    Rank: Ascended.
    
    Class: Devil.
    
    Shadow Cores: [4/7].
    
    Shadow Fragments: [2973/4000].
    
    Memories: [Silver Bell], [Puppeteer's Shroud], [Midnight Shard], [Extraordinary Rock], [Prowling
    Thorn], [Endless Spring], [Dark Wing], [Moonlight Shard], [Weaver's Mask], [Broken Oath], [Autumn
    Leaf], [Cruel Sight], [Covetous Coffer], [Heavenly Burden], [Memory of Fire], [Memory of Ice], [Strike
    of Thunder], [Morgan's Warbow], [Shadow Lantern], [Bone Singer], [Shadow Chair], [Overpriced
    Saddle], [Dying Wish], [Sin of Solace], [Bitter Cusp], [Stifled Scream], [Weaver's Needle], [Essence
    Pearl]. [Nimble Catch], [Shroud of Graceless Dusk], [Siege Souvenir], [Incessant Seeker].
    
    His shadow fragments were already closing in on three thousand. That was not the important part,
    though.
    
    Sunny studied the list of his Memories with a pained expression, then looked down and concentrated on
    Saint's name.
    
    Shadow: [Onyx Saint]
    
    ...Shadow Fragments: [196/200].
    
    He was so close... she was only three and a half fragments away from saturating the counter.
    
    Sadly, there was no time to hunt for Memories anymore. There was no time for Saint to slowly recover
    in his care in case she got wounded, either, which was why he had not sent her to defend the wall in the
    last couple of days.
    
    Sunny could have gone and begged for a few Memories from people he knew, but there was no need. He
    had been prepared to fail to reach his goal on time. All it meant was that he had to sacrifice several
    Memories of his own.
    
    The problem was that he cherished all of his Memories. They were all useful in their own way.
    
    Some were integral to his battle prowess, some were a form of insurance for unexpected situations. The
    Dark Wing and the Heavenly Burden, for example, were far from stellar Memories — however, he
    needed them in case there was no way to avoid an aerial fight. Other Memories possessed useful
    euchanlments that he wanted to replicate one day.
    
    Some Memories Sunny had outgrown, but was attached to them sentimentally. More than that, he
    hoped to pass them on to Rain should she become a Sleeper.
    
    Really, there was only one useless Memory in his arsenal — the Silver Bell. However, Sunny was
    reluctant to sacrifice it. That was the first Memory he had ever obtained, and the first Memory he had
    changed with sorcery. It was also a... a memento that reminded him of happier times.
    
    'It's just a Dormant Memory of the Second Tier, too. Consuming it won't satiate Saint at all.‘
    
    Nevertheless, he had to sacrifice something. In the end, Sunny sighed bitterly and summoned three
    Memories.
    
    A heavy kunai, a glistening gem made of polished red coral, and an arrow with green fletching appeared
    in front of him.
    
    The last one was the [Incessant Seeker] — an Ascended arrow of the Second Tier he had received
    recently. It was as powerful as the Strike of Thunder, but possessed enchantments that guided it toward
    a single target and enhanced the damage dealt to that sole enemy.
    
    Which was a real boon. However, Sunny had many other ways to deal high damage to a single target.
    The second Memory... was the Broken Oath. As always, Sunny winced when its soul eroding aura started
    slowly dissolving his own soul. It was a great charm that had served him well many times in the past,
    and synergized perfectly with Saint's immunity to soul attacks.
    
    Its power as an Awakened Memory of the First Tier was not great, though. With the caliber of enemies
    Sunny was facing these days, it was like a drop in the ocean. Aside from that, Saint was mostly fighting
    alongside Nightmare now, and would hopefully be surrounded by more Shadows in the future. The
    others did not possess the same immunity, which limited the usefulness of the red gem.
    
    The first Memory Sunny summoned was the Prowling Thorn. He sighed again, looking at the kunai with
    regret.
    
    There was nothing wrong with the throwing dagger, and they had gone through a lot together. But it
    had outlived its usefulness. Sunny would have preferred to keep the Prowling Thorn simply for utility,
    but the situation demanded he let go of something.
    
    ...Sunny had already lost the Patient Avenger, and now, he was going to lose three more perfectly fine
    Memories. He felt as if his heart was bleeding.
    
    'Waste... such a waste...‘
    
    He closed his eyes, and then handed the dagger, the gent, and the arrow to Saint without looking.
    
    "Here. You... you eat these. Enjoy your meal!"
    
    The graceful onyx knight silently took the Memories and crushed them in her fists without pausing
    even for a moment. Hearing the dreadful sound, Sunny was stunned.
    
    'She... she didn't even hesitate! Those were very precious. damn it!'
    
    Opening his eyes, she saw four streams of radiant sparks being absorbed into the Shadow's body. Then,
    her eyes flashed with dark glee.
    
    The tunes still ttung in the air, the counter showing:
    
    Shadow Fragments: [200/200].
    
    In the next moment, the shadow that existed where Saint's soul should have been suddenly rippled. The
    four dark etnbers in its depths shone with lightless radiance, and wisps of black flames rose from her
    armor.
    
    Sunny took a step back, mesmerized by the familiar scene.
    
    He had already seen it once, back when his taciturn knight Ascended.
    
    In the next moment, Saint's figure was enveloped entirely by the black flames, making it impossible to
    see her. A powerful gust of wind blew through the interior of the Rhino, both unbearable heat and
    chilling coldness assaulting Sunny at the satne time. He blinked.
    
    'Uh... crap... maybe I should have done this in the Soul Sea...'
    
    But there was nothing he could do now but wait. Nervous for his expensive APC, Sunny summoned a
    barrier of shadows to surround Saint. A minute passed in tense silence, then two...
    
    Then, something exploded within the barrier, shattering it easily and sending Sunny flying back.
    
    A wave of darkness rolled through the Rhino, turning its interior into a mess and cracking its armored
    windows from within. The enormous vehicle shook and trembled, then grew still with a loud groan.
    Sunny scrambled back to his feet and stared at Saint, who was standing in the same spot, seemingly
    unchanged.
    
    However, the darkness dwelling within her was now much deeper and more frightening. Her onyx body
    was radiating a sense of vast, dreadful power, and the menacing crimson flames dancing in her ruby
    eyes were brighter.
    
    His Shadow — now a Transcendent Devil — tilted her head slightly, looking at him with her usual
    indifference. But Sunny could feel a hint of emotion hidden behind it.
    
    Pride, Satisfaction.
    
    Gratitude?
    
    Slowly, a wide grin appeared on his face.
    
    Sunny brushed the Graceless Dusk, straightened, and looked at the menacing devil with a smile.
    
    "...Should I start calling you Saint Saint now, huh?"10
    
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