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Chapter 1990: Iron Maiden
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    Dindon2LaFarce
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    Chapter 1990: Iron Maiden
    🤘🏻🤘🏻
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    tomboy lover 15
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    Whats her flaw?
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      Nikhil Sisodia
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      Her touch makes objects fragile and prone to damage
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      Shreyas R
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      Anything that touches any part of her body including herself will be cut by it
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        SacredBeast
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        Then she is not able to have seggs ?? hokage
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          Rãōõñ
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          If you don't want to hurt your
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    Mnuvq
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    Guess no segs for morgan butwhy She is sharp as hell sweaty
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    Bobmelon
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    It’s crazy how Morgan’s transcendent form is basicly the same as Sunnys shadow transformation which he could already do as an ascendant. Just goes to show the how big the gap between divine and regulate aspects are.

    Also what ever happened to Queen Bee from the dreamscape?
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      Bleakerton
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      good question she vanished
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      tomboy lover 15
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      She prob has a supreme one aswell divine is just crazy
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        Sin of solstice
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        I lean the gap between supreme and sacred gotta be big as hell, so imagine that with divine rank which is above sacred by a lot
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      Rãōõñ
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      It's not that much actually sunny combined his dormant awakened and ascended ability to create this it's syrengy is what bought shadow shell in existence
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    Gerhman_Sparrow23
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    I just noticed it now but all the transcended forms that are intangible like Nephis, Jet, Morgan and Sunny's ability to turn into a Shadow are nearly immune to Mordret's ability to enter their soul sea. Since he needs the access to eyes to enter their soul sea their forms not having eyes makes their soul sea impenetrable by him.
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      Bastard Son of Fate
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      Don’t think nephis is intangible? Maybe but I never remember that being said or shown, just that she grew wings and I forgot what her second transformation was and her third hasn’t been shown yet I think
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        Gerhman_Sparrow23
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        In second stage she turns into an incandescent flame angle with no features just humanoid flames with wings
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          Bastard Son of Fate
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          alr thanks
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    kollosus_na
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    Hmmm…. She's a giant ass mirror huh
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      Alfametadol
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      ну... да
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      Avicii
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      Demn i didn't saw it mentioned anywhere kef
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    ZEXOS
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    Chapters 1993 and 1994: Telegram link

    1993. Attrition


    Far below, the battle seemed to be hanging in a fragile balance.

    The battle lines were twisted and broken, and in some places, all pretense of order had been lost. Countless Awakened warriors were intertwined in a chaotic melee there, having forgotten all about discipline and battle formations. Blood was spilling on the ground, and a litany of desperate voices was drowning in the deafening clangor of steel.

    In other places, stalwart officers were still maintaining a semblance of control. The forces of the Sword Army were pushing the forces of Song on the left flank of the grand formation, while its right flank was being pushed back instead. In the center, a furious tug of war was boiling, with neither side managing to gain ground.

    At first glance, the soldiers of the Sword Domain were in a better position.

    That had been true throughout the war. The warriors of the Song Domain did not lack courage, determination, or martial prowess… in fact, Sunny had often been stunned by their tenacious resolve. Their powers and tactics were often strange, insidious, and wild, bringing with them a sense of lethal peril.

    They were chillingly fearless in the face of death, and viciously ruthless when they needed to be.

    And yet, they were simply no match for the soldiers of the Sword Army.

    The army of the Sword Domain was better equipped, better trained, and better able to maintain discipline in dire situations. Even if each individual warrior fighting under the banner of the King of Swords was not more powerful than the warriors of Song, together, they made for a much tougher and deadlier force.

    It was partially because Clan Valor and its vassals had been in power for much longer than Clan Song, and therefore possessed a much richer martial tradition. The core of the Sword Army had been forged in the successive subjugation campaigns that brought vast regions of the Dream Realm under human control, after all, and while Ki Song had led a historic conquest of her own, its scope and length did not compare.

    It was also because the Awakened of the Sword Domain had always been more militant, and their martial culture had always leaned more in the direction of organized warfare. The Valor family had inherited the lineage of War God, and therefore, the region under its control was influenced in subtle ways to fit that legacy.

    …But mostly, it was because of the King of Swords.

    His authority was everywhere, enveloping the Sword Army like an invisible veil. The soldiers were not just fighting for his Domain — they were parts of his domain and, therefore, its conduits.

    Sunny had noticed the subtle effect of Anvil's authority during that first battle at the eastern edge of the Collarbone Plain. Those who carried it would not magically become stronger or more powerful, but the efficacy of their joint actions would be greater, their cooperation would be more seamless, and their battle spirit would become more indomitable.

    It was an authority to make armies triumph.

    And that was why the soldiers of Song were desperately outmatched in this war.

    Even now, they were suffering on the battlefield.

    The waves of Song warriors were breaking against the steel bulwark of the Sword Army forces, paying a heavy price for each assault.

    Despite the dire havoc of the battle, their enemy still maintained a high measure of martial discipline — the forward units endured the attacks for as long as they could, then rolled back to make space for fresh troops. When it was time to push, they marched forward as a single being. When the defensive lines were broken and the warriors of the Sword Domain were pushed back, they promptly received reinforcements.

    For every soldier of the Sword Army that fell, two enemies died.

    Sunny sighed.

    It did not matter, in the end.

    The seeming advantage of the Sword Army… was merely an illusion. Anyone with a bit of insight could tell that things were actually going quite badly for their side.

    That was because the Queen of Worms was exerting her influence on the battlefield, as well.

    And hers was a power no less dreadful than that of the King of Swords.

    What did it matter if fewer warriors of the Sword Army were dying? In the end, all of those who were killed — no matter the side — simply rose again, becoming members of the legion of the dead.

    That had been true throughout the war, as well.

    Yes, the Sword Army was stronger. And yes, it had held the advantage from the beginning, winning much more battles than it was losing, and suffering far fewer casualties than the enemy.

    But it was still a road to certain defeat.

    As the losses of both sides mounted, only one side was actually becoming weaker… the side Sunny was fighting for. The Song Army, meanwhile, was losing Awakened warriors, but its numbers never truly diminished.

    On the contrary, they continued to grow.

    Because it did not matter to whom the dead had been loyal once — the Queen of Worms did not discriminate between the fallen of her own army or that of the enemy, embracing all with equal grace.

    It was a chilling sight, to see a comrade with whom you had been fighting side by side a minute ago, and whose death you were mourning, rise from the ground and aim their empty gaze at you, determined to extinguish your own life, in turn.

    It was as if the Sword Army was waging war against death itself.

    The longer the war continued, the more soldiers the Sword Domain lost, and the greater the army of the Song Domain became. And the wider gap there between the two was, the more casualties the Sword Army suffered as a result, thus creating a harrowing cycle.

    Despite its superiority, they were destined to lose this war of attrition.

    …The same situation, albeit on a smaller scale, was currently taking place on the battlefield Sunny was observing.

    Something had to change soon, or they were going to suffer a bitter defeat… which could very well become irreparable, swinging the balance of power in favor of the Song Domain too much.

    He glanced at the King of Swords, wondering what the fearsome Sovereign was thinking about.
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      ZEXOS
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      1994. Call to Arms


      The writing was on the wall.

      The Sword Army seemed to be prevailing against the enemy, for now, but as its losses mounted and the horde of the dead puppets grew… there was no escaping the eventual defeat.

      If Sunny could see it, then Anvil could see it, as well.

      And yet, the King of Swords was not doing anything. The only orders he gave were minor commands, like sending reserve units to reinforce the faltering sections of the battlefront or pulling back heavily battered battalions. His tactical prowess was immaculate, true, but that was hardly enough to remedy the situation.

      At the moment, the Sovereign was simply watching the carnage silently, his steely eyes not revealing any emotion.

      It was as if he was waiting for something, or maybe simply putting too much trust into his domineering authority.

      His presence was, indeed, more suffocating than the sweltering heat.

      Sunny scowled behind his mask.

      '...He's not planning to obliterate both armies, is he?'

      Out of the two Sovereigns, only Anvil possessed such an option… thanks to Saint Tyris, who could break the veil of clouds above the battlefield.

      But no, that could not be true. Not because Anvil wasn't capable of implementing a monstrous strategy like that, but simply because Sky Tide would never agree to heed such a command.

      She had a will of her own, after all, and had disobeyed the Sovereigns before. More than that, her own daughter was currently down there, somewhere, fighting on the frontline with other warriors of the White Feather clan. Even if Anvil threatened to cut Tyris down, she would simply invite him to try.

      So… what then?

      As if to answer these thoughts, the King suddenly turned away from the battlefield and looked at something. Sunny was confused for a moment, not knowing what he was looking at, but then realized that the answer was obvious.

      Ignoring the people crowding around him, Anvil was gazing at Nephis, who stood some distance away.

      He studied her for a few moments, and then asked evenly:

      "What do you make of it?"

      Sunny's scowl deepened.

      Why was that bastard putting Nephis on the spot? Sure, she was technically his adopted daughter… but everyone knew that it was merely a charade to justify a political alliance. Even if it had not been, Anvil wasn't known for treating his children with warmth or attention.

      Nephis seemed surprised by the question, as well… of course, to everyone except for Sunny, her expression would have looked just as calm and composed as ever.

      She looked up at the King of Swords, remained silent for a few moments, and then shrugged.

      "It's appalling."

      Something unexpected happened in the next moment.

      The King of Swords… smiled.

      His smile was faint and cold, but it was undeniably there.

      Anvil looked back to the battlefield.

      "...I see that you are more like your mother than your father."

      His voice was just as emotionless as ever, but there was a hint of something personal in it.

      It almost sounded human.

      Nephis frowned.

      "In what way?"

      Anvil did not respond for a few moments.

      Eventually, he spoke in a detached tone:

      "Your mother… cared about everyone. But your father only cared about himself, and that which was his."

      He lingered for a moment, and then added quietly:

      "Perhaps that was why she left before the rest of us."

      The King of Swords then glanced at Nephis, his heavy gaze crushing into her with almost physical force.

      "Since you are appalled by this slaughter, you must care about the soldiers below."

      A corner of his mouth rose subtly once again.

      "...Or do you simply consider them yours?"

      Sunny felt a cold chill run down his spine.

      Was that an innocent question? Or was it aimed to test Neph's loyalty to the Sword Domain?

      Or…

      Was this Anvil showing that he did not trust her at all?

      Or was he hoping that he could?

      In any case, something told Sunny that many things depended on how Nephis answered.

      The rest of the Saint seemed perturbed by the strange conversation between the commander of the Sword Army and its most radiant champion, as well.

      Nephis remained silent for a while, the wind playing with her silver hair.

      Then, she sighed, stretched her neck with a tired expression, and walked over to the railing of the wide platform.

      Jumping over them in one fluid motion, she landed on the steel skin of the enormous Echoe and took a few steps to the edge of its head. There, she turned around and looked at the Sovereign calmly.

      He raised an eyebrow.

      "What are you doing?"

      Nephis shrugged.

      "I am going down. I grew tired of standing here and doing nothing."

      He considered her silently for a few moments.

      "Haven't I forbidden my Saints to fight the enemy unless the enemy attacks first?"

      Nephis met his heavy gaze expressionlessly.

      "You did. You haven't forbidden us from entering the battlefield, though."

      Anvil smiled for the third time in a single day.

      This time, his smile was a little terrifying.

      "And if your arrival provokes the enemy to attack you?"

      Nephis just stared at him impassively.

      After a few moments of silence, she said in an even tone:

      "Then I will break them."

      Anvil's chilling smile turned into an equally frightening sneer, but he did not stop her.

      Witnessing this, some of the Saints present on the viewing platform moved, as well.

      Roan gave his wife a brief look, then headed to the railing.

      "I think I would like to stretch my leg, too."

      Saint Helie, who had been standing by her lonesome on the opposite side of the platform from Sunny, glanced at Nephis and sighed.

      "I am actually afraid of heights. Spending some time on the ground will be quite nice."

      Rivalen of Aegis Rose stared at them in confusion.

      "Ah, yes. Me too… I mean, I want to stretch my legs too, Your Majesty. Not that I am afraid of heights."

      The rest of the Saints had begun moving, as well.

      The King of Swords did not spare them a look, continuing to study the battlefield.

      Sunny wasn't sure if that was because everything was going according to what the Sovereign had wanted, or if he simply did not mind.

      Nephis did not wait for the Sword Saints. Summoning her wings, she leaped off the head of the gargantuan Echo and plummeted toward the battlefield like a falling star.

      …Saint Jest, who had appeared next to Sunny at some point, let out a chuckle at the sight and shook his head.

      "Young people are so hot-headed these days!"

      Then, he looked at Sunny and grinned.

      "What about you, Shadow? Are you joining the fun?"

      Sunny turned his head and stared at the old man coldly.

      When he answered, his arrogant voice carried a hint of displeasure.

      "No way. Haven't I told you before?"

      He lingered for a moment, and then added evenly:

      "I am a pacifist."

      With that, Sunny sighed, pushed himself off the railing, and turned into a shadow. The shadow disappeared from view a moment later, heading in the direction of the battlefield with stunning speed.

      Jest scoffed and shook his head again.

      "This kid… is such a terrible liar…"
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        van tage
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        So he wants Nephis to be his sword?
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    TrevorVanRichten
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    Simone have today chapters/s
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    Zeus dab
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    Waiting for new chaps
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    Lrb
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    Honestamente esses dois capítulos foram somente preenchimento de palavras. Me diga um progresso que teve na história, além de que daria pra resumir tudo em 1 capítulo
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