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Chapter 1721: Footsteps of History.

Effie rose to her full height, towering a hundred meters above the desert. She was like a colossus cast of lustrous steel, the gorgeous lines of her athletic body shining under the blinding sun… a beautiful war deity rising to face the tide of monstrous abominations.

The white fabric of the Starlight Shard rippled in the wind.

Expanding the two Memories to fit her giant size cost a significant amount of essence, but it was worth it. Sadly, the same could not be said about the rest of her arsenal — not that there were a lot of Memories in her possession that could accommodate her Transformation.

Even those that could were too weak to justify the expenditure.

Especially because Effie had other ways to spend her essence.

As soon as her Transformation was complete, she activated her Ascended Ability. Instantly, every soldier at the bottom of the dry riverbed — those that could see her, at least — felt their hearts beating faster. Their spirit and body were reinvigorated, while their strength, speed, agility, endurance, and resilience were greatly enhanced.

But that was the good thing about Effie's Transformation… it was hard not to notice a hundred-meter-tall colossus, especially one as striking as her. Her Ascended and Transcendent Abilities synergized beautifully to make sure that anyone on the battlefield could see her at any moment, even in the midst of a furious melee.

As long as she was on the front line.

The loud, reverberating roar rose from the riverbed as thousands of soldiers, both mundane and Awakened, chanted in exhilaration:

«Raised by Wolves!»

«Saint Athena!»

«War Beast is here!»

Their impassioned voices were full of resolve and grim determination.

And as they looked at her, Effie felt her essence being slowly replenished.

«Well, at least someone is in a good mood.»

Looking past the exultant soldiers, she gazed at the burning city. From her current height, Effie could see the eerie fissures of the Nightmare Gates surrounding it like seven ghastly siege towers. One of them was especially tall, reaching even higher into the sky than she did.

There were several gargantuan figures moving in the sea of Nightmare Creatures. The Great Devil was not the only calamity unleashed by the seven Gates there were other Gate Guardians, as well.

Two of them was even Titans.

«A Great Devil, a Corrupted Tyrant, two Fallen Titan, and a swarm of Terrors

One way or another, today's battle was going to end up in the history books. It was not quite the Chain of Nightmares, but definitely the worst crisis the waking world had faced since the Southern Campaign — by far.

What would the history books tell?

That on that day, the forces of humanity triumphed vallantly over a dreadful enemy?

Or…

That on that day, humanity mourned the loss of many of its most brilliant warriors?

Even now, on the precipice of the battle, Effie could not tell.

To hell with that.»

She grinned and kneeled, then placed the back of her hand on the ground, the open palm facing the sky.

Who cares about history? This battle might seem dreadful, but it was destined to become an insignificant speck in the tapestry of horrors that awaited humanity in the coming decades. In the near future, there would be a hundred, a thousand battles much more terrible than this.

By the end of it all, there might be no one left to read history books, let alone write them.

Such exciting times! She was definitely not going to miss them.

[Cassie.., are you watching?]

There was a moment of silence, and then a response came, as calm and relaxed as ever:

[I am.]

Effie smiled.

[…Watch well.]

It was Cassie's job, after all, to witness and remember everything.

Down below, on the ground, the tiny ant that was Jet soared into the air and landed gracefully on her palm. Effie rose to her feet, gazed ahead, and took the first step forward.

The ground quaked under her titanic footsteps.

She leaned forward and pushed off, breaking into a sprint. The sight of the beautiful steel colossus running was both magnificent and terrifying, the sheer scale of it all escaping imagination.

Awash in the echoing war chant of the advancing army, Effie leaped over the vast battle formation the marching mundane soldiers, the wings of lumbering MWPs, the heavily armored tanks, the Awakened phalanx — and crossed the dry riverbed in no more than a dozen great strides, making the world quake.

Then, she was among the Nightmare Creatures. Standing on her palm like a beautiful toy soldier, Jet shouted:

«Don't slow down! Proceed to the designated drop point!»

Effle answered with a seoff.

«When have I ever slowed down?»

Her volce was like the thunderous song of a divine war horn.

And that was with her keeping it down. Jet was tough enough to withstand the full volume of Effie's voice, but if a mundane human happened to be too close, they would easily be crippled or outright die under its pressure. So, she had developed a habit of staying silent or speaking softly when assuming the godlike form of the militant giantess.

A moment later, her foot descended on a swarm of Nightmare Creatures, ruthlessly crushing dozens of them in one fell swoop. Some had survived, and were already trying to crawl up her shins, their fangs and claws scraping fruitlessly against the polished steel.

Her armor was a Supreme Memory of the First Tier, though, so none of their attempts amounted to anything. Even if the armor was breached, Effie had her Awakened Ability to fall back on. As great as her offensive might was, her defenses were even more astonishing… in fact, Effie was often tempted to say that she was practically Indestructible.

Of course, she never did. Saying something like that was just inviting trouble.

There were all kinds of Nightmare Creatures out there, Many of them had means of bypassing physical defense, or could deal entirely different types of damage. The moment a powerful Awakened became arrogant was usually the moment they died.

The Spell whispered into her ear:

[You have slain…]

[You have slain…]

[You have slain…]

Ignoring the sonorous choir of its voice, Effie leaned forward a little and delivered a powerful kick, pulverizing an especially large abomination.

The creature must have been at least a dozen meters tall, and would have looked like a towering behemoth to the advancing soldiers. But to her, it was no bigger than a large rat. Its body disintegrated into a disgusting torrent of bloody liquid, and before that liquid splattered across a vast stretch of the riverbed's slope, Effie was already past the foremost wave of the Nightmare Creatures… Nothing but devastation was left in her wake.

[You have slain a Corrupted Monster, Maw of Kanakht.]

A moment later, she reached the city barrier.

It was quite inferior to the great walls surrounding NQSC, Not all human cities were siege capitals, after all the true siege capitals had been constructed and received that title during the Dark Times, and there were just a few of them left standing in the world.

Of course, all human cities had been turned into highly advanced strongholds after the descent of the Spell, both to keep the Nightmare Creatures out and to make them habitable in the aftermath of the previous era. Still, the scale of their defenses varled.

The ruined city in front of Effie had quite a robust wall once upon time, but now it lay in ruins. The streets were obscured by smoke, and countless abominations were rampaging under its suffocating shroud.

From this close, she could hear a terrible cacophony of crumbling buildings, bestial roars, sporadic gunfire…

And human screams.

There were indeed survivors there, below her. Which was why she had to be careful.

«To your left!»

Jet's shout was very timely.

Turning her head, Effie saw a wide highway piercing into the heart of the city. There was a fortified railway in its middle, with a mess of overturned train cars laying on the tracks. The highway itself was crowded by military vehicles… all empty and painted red by blood.

This was where the city garrison forces had tried, and falled, to stop the tide of abominations after the walls fell.

What was important to Effie, though, was that she would be able to use the highway to reach the heart of the city without trampling countless civilians to death and toppling damaged buildings.

Paving a bloody path through the horde of abominations, she stomped her way to the highway. Countless abominations perished under her footsteps. Those that were more powerful were crushed to death in her grasp, torn apart, or splattered across the concrete.

Their assault was like a dark tide. Some were large enough to pose a threat to even someone as giant as her… but Effie did not only have size on her side. She also had her skill, intellect, and battle experience.

The combination was truly devastating, and none of these meddling creatures could withstand her might.

It would have been even more devastating if she had a proper spear and shield to wield, but alas, she did not. So, Effie fought with her bare hands- or rather, with her entire body except for one hand, which was being used to carry Jet — in accordance with the ancient hand-to-hand combat techniques hammered into her bones by the War Maidens of the Chalice Temple.

There were swarms of flying abominations, as well. When those descended upon her, even Jet received an opportunity to bloody her blade.

Reaching the highway, Effie advanced swiftly toward the heart of the city. As she ran, shattering the road and flattening overturned train cars and abandoned military vehicles with each step, she kept her eyes on the true threats.

To her left, on the edges of the city, the colossal shape of the Fallen Titan was toppling residential towers and feeding on the crushed corpses of countless humans.

To her right, the massive figure of the Corrupted Titan was consuming the remains of the government compound.

Another Titan was nearby, having already breached the ceiling of a deep underground shelter.

And finally, far ahead, on the opposite side of the city, past the shattered barrier…

A vague silhouette of the Great Devil was towering above the local outskirts, moving slowly in the eerie silence.

There were two more Gate Guardians spread throughout the ruins, as well, both already gazing at her and narrowing the distance.

And a sea of Nightmare Creatures following them.

«Everyone wants in on the party

Finally, she reached the drop point.

Effie sent a shockwave spreading from the spot where the edge of her foot had dug into the ground to stall her momentum, and came to an abrupt halt.

In the next moment, her voice shook the sky with a thunderous, defiant call:

«Wolf Army! Charge!»

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    Alfametadol
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    Возможно я один вижу тут проблему, или меня одного это напрягает, но создаётся ощущение что аспект Санни самый неадекватный по требованию к количеству сущности души.

    (дальше больше нытья на эту тему)

    Вот так читаешь, и в целом у всех нет проблем с сущностью, а Эффи её даже восстанавливать может во время трансформации. Иногда складывается ощущение, что не смотря даже на 6 ядер и плетения души, один только Санни вечно сильно ограничен сущностью, что он может нормально использовать лишь часть своей силы, а условное проявление 5 теней в теневые оболочки гигантов просто высосет из него сущность за секунду, в то время как другие способны использовать свой аспект по максимуму какое-то время. Казалось бы, ради баланса в установленной автором системы, Санни должен иметь возможность использовать все способности аспекта по полной не намного короче других по времени, а неполное использование способностей практически не должно сказываться на нём даже без генератора сущности в виде воплощения в безымянном храме.
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    Dummybaron
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    YES JET's POV CHAPTERS ARE BACK. Let's celebrate it because after this mini arc, we not gonna get this amount of appreciation for Jet character existence for another 500 chapters.
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      MefetraN7
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      Да ты за***л...
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    Pro100zver25
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    1723: The Flight of the Wraiths.

    Being carried around on the palm of a militant giantess was perhaps the world's most exciting amusement ride in the world… losing only to being tossed into the sky by the said giantess, or maybe riding on the back of a dragon.

    Today, Jet had the opportunity to experience all three. Who would have thought that a neglected girl from the outskirts would one day be living such an exciting life?

    However, she wasn't really having fun.

    Nor was she living, if one wanted to be technical.

    Clad in a black leather armor, Jet soared across the sky. Her raven-black hair fluttered in the wind as her figure tore apart the towering pillars of smoke, the landscape of the ruined city streaking beneath her like a blur. Her icy blue eyes were burning with murderous intent.

    Perhaps it was for the best that she was moving much too fast to see the scenes of devastation clearly.

    The terrible loss of life was aggravating enough, but the irreparable damage done to the crucial infrastructure would frustrate her even more. At the end of the day, the two were one of the same — cities could not function without people, while people could not survive in this poisoned world without the protection of the cities.

    So, the losses humanity had suffered today were doubly great.

    Even if they were to win the battle and slaughtered the Nightmare Creatures, rebuilding the city was out of the question. Not with the focus of humanity slowly shifting toward the Dream Realm, and not in the aftermath of Antarctica.

    After today, there would be one less human city on Earth. The survivors could be relocated to other population centers, and in time, the population would grow to replenish the lost lives… but the number of cities would only dwindled. Too many of them had been swallowed by the Chain of Nightmares, and in the years that followed, two more fell to the Skinwalker.

    This city would be the third the government lost in the last four years.

    To Jet, losing a city felt like being robbed of her personal belongings. It was sad, humiliating, and deeply distasteful.

    She had a commitment to work for the government a long time ago, and as such, any defeat that the mission of the government suffered was a personal sleight.

    «Those bastards…»

    Jet was really sure who she was referring to — the Nightmare Creatures, or the people who had pushed back against her desire to allocate more precious resources to the waking world.

    It was not like she did not understand the inevitable future. The waking world… their world… was not ending yet, but its trajectory was already clear. There were already more Nightmare Gates opening each year than ever before, and the median Category of those Gates was slowly climbing toward a complete disaster.

    Most importantly, the Sovereigns were in the Dream Realm. Not only because they chose to be there, but also because it was hard for them to enter the waking world… as if their very existence was denied by it. So, even if a new Supreme was born in the future, they wouldn't be able to remain here continuously and protect the cradle of humanity. Therefore, a single Category Five Gate would spell doom to all who remained.

    Which… wasn't that bad, actually. Jet wasn't a reactionary hellbent on remaining on Earth simply because that was where she had been born. In fact, she understood better than most that adaptability was humanity's greatest weapon.

    Why wouldn't they resettle into a new world if their own was dying?

    In fact… for every city that had been destroyed in the waking world, several were founded in the Dream Realm. The government would have to relocate their efforts there, as well.

    It was just that, in her opinion, even the best of her colleagues were panicking. The trauma delivered by the Chain of Nightmare was too great, even if few people acknowledged it. And since they were panicking, they were rushing too much.

    So, she was forced to clean up their messes.

    Because of the rush, the government forces were too late to prevent this city's destruction.

    «How ironic…»

    Sometimes, she regretted that there wasn't anyone else among the people wielding power who had come from the outskirts. If there had been just one person who shared her mindset…

    Ah, but wasn't it a pipe dream, for someone from the outskirts to survive the gauntlet of the Nightmare Spell? Even she could not claim to have truly survived it.

    …Streaking across the sky like a deadly missile, Jet kept her gaze trained on the Great Devil and gritted her teeth.

    A split second later, she activated her Transformation Ability. Her flesh turned into a ghostly mist, and a few moments later, there was a spectral wraith in the sky above the dying city.

    The wraith form had many advantages in battle…

    But it was also quite handy if one had been tossed like a dart by an unreasonably strong giantess, since being a ghost could prevent them from turning into thin film splattered across several kilometers of ragged terrain upon landing.

    Not that Jet would. With her special physique, she could strike the ground like a meteor and climb out of the crater in one piece, if a little battered.

    …Still, a soft landing was better.

    This time, sadly, the landing was not going to be particularly soft. She was dropping right on top of a Great Devil, after all.

    Effie's aim was Immaculate.

    In the last few moments before plummeting to the ground, Jet snarled coldly and turned her scythe into a khopesh.

    By now, her Legacy Relic had reaped countless souls. The strongest of them had belonged to a Great Monster, and so, it was equal to a Supreme weapon of the Second Tier.

    Of those countless souls, five were currently bound by the Relic, one for each of the five forms it could turn into. Jet could consume them to replenish her essence if her own reserves ran dry. Apart from that, each of the bound souls granted a mystical effect to the corresponding weapon, akin to an enchantment.

    The soul dwelling in the black khopesh had belonged to a Corrupted Terror once, and a dreadful one at that. The effect granted by its soul to the sickle sword was that anyone cut by it would fall into a debilitating lethargy, losing the motivation to fight, move… and eventually even breathe.

    Of course, powerful enemies could resist the insidious lethargy, somewhat, but would still be weakened a little with each strike.

    As such, the khopesh was the most suitable of the mist blade's forms when dealing with an overwhelmingly powerful enemy.

    And that was what Jet was dealing with now.

    A Great Devil…

    At that moment, a soft voice resounded in her ears:

    [He is the Great Devil, Heart of Kanakht.]

    [The remnant of a cursed king.]

    [His power is to command the souls of the dead. He also wields the power of curses, and is a wraith himself. His body is made of sand and is all but immune to physical damage.]

    [Worst of all… his soul can't be destroyed until all the souls he commands are scattered. And they are legion. I am… sorry, Jet. It's a bad match.]

    Jet grinned.

    […Thank you.]

    «How fitting.»

    The Great Devil she was about to face was also of the undead tribe. A fellow wraith.

    His powers did not exactly counter her own, but rather rendered them futile. It was, indeed, a bad match.

    Or maybe the best, considering that few people except her had even a tiny chance of destroying him.

    In any case, her determination to slay the abominations only grew stronger.

    Because as much as the Heart of Kanakht was a bad match for her Aspect, he was a perfect match for her Legacy Relic. Absorbing his soul would not only elevate its overall power by two Tiers, but also grant one of the mist blade's forms a powerful effect that had a good chance of having synergy with her Aspect.

    Now, then…

    All that remained was to actually kill this Great Devil.

    Or at least survive long enough for Effie and Kai to arrive.

    Jet slowed down her descent and glided gracefully to the shattered ground. Her ghostly khopesh pointed forward…

    There, in front of her, a towering figure was slowly walking through the burning ruins, surrounded by a haze of screaming souls.
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      Pro100zver25
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      1724: Nightsinger.

      «Press forward!»

      «They are flanking us!»

      «Second company, fall back!»

      «We need an Ascended here!»

      Across the wide stretch of burning ruins, the Western Quadrant army was fighting against the disorganized horde of Nightmare Creatures. The tide of abominations continuously crashed into the phalanx of the Awakened warriors, quenching the flames that burned all around them with their fetid blood.

      The mundane soldiers followed behind, supporting the Awakened and sweating inside their powered armor suits. The heavy artillery had remained in the riverbed, waiting for precise targeting data they didn't dare to fire after the initial salvos, afraid to implicate the civilians who might have still been alive somewhere out there, among the smoke-filled streets.

      However, the MWPs still pushed forward. The influence of the Nightmare Gates was messing with their electronics, but after the rich experience of dealing with it in Antarctica, the scientists of humanity had made leaps in shielding technology. So, the lumbering war machines could fully exert their overwhelming firepower, for now.

      It was a heroic sight… but usually, even such a large expedition force would have been Ill-prepared to face the vast horde of Nightmare Creatures, especially in the hellish conditions of urban warfare.

      Nevertheless, today, the soldiers of the Western Quadrant were vallantly pushing into the depths of the city and eradicating the Nightmare Creatures at a startling pace.

      There were two reasons for that.

      One reason was the shining silhouette of Saint Athena, who towered above the burning city in the distance.

      The sight of her not only lifted the spirits of the soldiers, but also imbued their bodies with ferocious power. Awakened were affected more, but even the mundane fighters showcased inhuman strength, speed, and endurance. What would not have been possible on any other day was possible today.

      The other reason…

      «FALL!»

      A deep, thunderous, chilling voice rolled across the burning ruins, crashing into the horde of abominations like a tidal wave, Countless Nightmare Creatures staggered and toppled to the ground, others pressed forward despite its domineering power — however, their movements were drowsy and weak, as if they were struggling against an overwhelming compulsion.

      That was the moment when the soldiers of the Western Quadrant army advanced, cutting into the mass of dazed Nightmare Creatures like a sharp knife.

      The human warriors were strengthened by the War Beast, while their enemy was weakened by the Nightsinger.

      Together, the powers of the two Saints reigned on the battlefield.

      Kai folded his wings and plummeted down. His great maw opened, and an eerie, melodious, otherworldly sound escaped from it, akin to a haunting song.

      That song made all the other sounds of the ruined city — the roaring of flames, the groans of crumbling buildings, the clangor of steel, the howls of monstrous creatures, the thunderous drums of the cannonade — dissolve into background noise.

      A moment later, the song crashed into a swarm of Nightmare Creatures led by a hulking behemoth, causing their bodies to explode into gruesome fountains of crimson liquid. It was as if they were torn apart by an invisible blast.

      A Transcendent sonic attack was an insidious thing.

      Rushing along the stretched battle line with tremendous speed, Kai flew through the expanding cloud of crimson haze and wasted a split second to observe the ruins.

      His vision spread far and wide, piercing through soil, concrete, and alloy. There was nowhere it couldn't reach, and instantly, the whole city was perceived by him.

      What he saw… was gruesome and sickening.

      Countless human corpses. Countless people dying as he watched. Frightened civilians hiding in their homes or underground shelters, fear and sorrow written on their faces. Ashes, flames, and loss on a scale that the human mind could not comprehend.

      And, of course, the Nightmare Creatures.

      The Wolf Army was pushing abominations back in the heart of the city. Effie was moving to intercept the approaching Titans. Jet had just reached the sinister figure of the Great Devil.

      And, closest of all, the Corrupted Tyrant barreling in the direction of the Western Quadrant soldiers.

      «I need to kill it quick.»

      The Wolves were holding up well, but that was temporary. If the reinforcements did not arrive on time, the casualties would start to mount. Worse still, Effie would have to fight against two Titans alone, and Jet would have to face the Great Devil alone.

      The more time he wasted, the more people would die.

      Just at that moment, like a lifeline, Cassie's calming voice resounded in his mind, whispering the secrets of his enemy.

      Kai spread his wings and rushed forward.

      As he flew above the carnage, his song shattered the most threatening of the abominations advancing on the Awakened phalanx, while his words made the rest stagger and lose strength.

      «DESPAIR!»

      «FEAR!»

      «KNEEL!»

      His essence was evaporating like morning dew.

      There were countless winged Nightmare Creatures clamoring to rip into his flesh, as well. He tore them apart with his talons, shredded their flesh with his fangs, and broke their bones with his tail.

      Leaving the Western Quadrant army behind, Kai remained alone above a sea of abominations. A hail of attacks enveloped him, coming both from the ground and from the air. He shrugged them off, evaded some of the abominations, and killed others.

      And all that time…

      He could see scattered survivors looking at the sky all across the city.

      Some of them were numb and terrified, thinking that the midnight dragon was another dreadful abomination, Some seemed to recognize him, looking up with desperate hope.

      The expressions of the latter hurt him more. Because he knew that, for many of them… maybe most of them… there would be no salvation.

      Because in this world, weakness was a sin, and they were sinners. Kai was no stranger to that sin, either.

      True, the days when he considered himself weak and unworthy to be in the company of his friends were long gone. After years of leading soldiers and surviving the most terrible hells, Kai wasn't shameless enough to proclaim that he lacked strength. No, he was strong…

      But his strength was still lacking.

      If he was stronger, more people would survive, and his friends would return from the battle with fewer scars.

      Sadly, he was already close to the pinnacle of what a human could achieve. It was so strange… who could have thought that someone like him, a gentle and shy kid overly interested in music and fashion, would end up this way?

      Still… there were ways to gain greater strength.

      Opening his maw, Kai spoke:

      «Be stronger!»

      This time, he was speaking to himself.

      «Be faster!»

      His mighty, winged body was suddenly overcome by a surge of energy.

      «Be sharper!»

      A moment later, he sent a destructive sonic wave spreading outward in a wide cone.

      Countless Nightmare Creatures were swept away by the invisible power of his song. A vast cloud of dust and debris instantly flew into the sky, which was suddenly void of suffocating smoke.

      In the middle of the devastated cone, the Corrupted Tyrant staggered as the sound blast crashed into it. The dreadful abomination was not killed, of course, or even seriously wounded.

      But that was not what Kai had wanted.

      All he had wanted was to distract the enemy for a moment.

      Knowing that his commands would not have a strong and immediate effect on an enemy of that Class and Rank, he simply rushed to the ground and opened his maw.

      In the next second, his sharp fangs bit into the Tyrant's neck.
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        Kiber
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        Надо было позвать умелого специалиста в виде Санни(Повелителя теней), он бы тут здорово помог:(
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        Ryuk
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        I hope sunny makes a dope entry and takes shape of that serpent king and really eat out all the enemies and then , disappears saying mission completed
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          ArMiks
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          It's probs bad to use serpent king cos he would lose his mind and rampage, attacking anything and everything.
          I personally prefer the solo levelling type s-ranked shadow rift opening in the middle of the seige capital which causes all the shadows to flicker, then sound gets muted all at once and everything goes slow-mo. Then dramatic boss music plays and out comes the head of a titanic obsidian serpent slithering out menacingly, crushing everything in its path. On top of its head would be saint standing in that cool knight pose with sword drawn and resting in front of her, tip to the ground, behind sunny boy sitting on an imposing shadow throne. Imp obvs has to do house sitting and nightmare needs to keep the nasties asleep.
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            Foggy
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            You seem to have confused the serpent king form with the ‚rage mode‘ of the crown of dawn. It was that enchantment of the memory crown of dawn that made sunny lose his mind, but he lost it when the cursed bird ripped the spell out of him because he didn’t change anything in the memory’s weave. The serpent form works fine
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              ArMiks
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              I'm not confusing the two, i know their difference. What i'm saying is that just like nephis, he has a backlash to using his shadow-copy. In order to use this ability, he needs to have a very high understanding of the person he is going to use. That means assimilating the person's essence-character, mannerisms, etc. Before, when he had his true name, he was still able to use it as an anchor or tether yo keep his sanity and personality. But without the true name, he has a VERY HIGH chance of losing himself. Thay's the reason he has obly ever used his giant form and shadow demon form after the last nightmare. He could barely keep himself together when he had his true name, imagine how difficult it would be without it. Also, i think that fact was mentioned in one of the latest chapters, correct me if i'm wrong
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                Foggy
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                Ah, I see
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    Darmol
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    1723 The Flight of the Wraiths

    Being carried around on the palm of a militant giantess was perhaps the world's most exciting amusement ride in the world... losing only to being tossed into the sky by the said giantess, or maybe riding on the back of a dragon.

    Today, Jet had the opportunity to experience all three. Who would have thought that a neglected girl from the outskirts would one day be living such an exciting life?

    However, she wasn't really having fun.

    Nor was she living, if one wanted to be technical.

    Clad in a black leather armor, Jet soared across the sky. Her raven-black hair fluttered in the wind as her figure tore apart the towering pillars of smoke, the landscape of the ruined city streaking beneath her like a blur. Her icy blue eyes were burning with murderous intent.

    Perhaps it was for the best that she was moving much too fast to see the scenes of devastation clearly.

    The terrible loss of life was aggravating enough, but the irreparable damage done to the crucial infrastructure would frustrate her even more. At the end of the day, the two were one of the same - cities could not function without people, while people could not survive in this poisoned world without the protection of the cities.

    So, the losses humanity had suffered today were doubly great.

    Even if they were to win the battle and slaughtered the Nightmare Creatures, rebuilding the city was out of the question. Not with the focus of humanity slowly shifting toward the Dream Realm, and not in the aftermath of Antarctica.

    After today, there would be one less human city on Earth. The survivors could be relocated to other population centers, and in time, the population would grow to replenish the lost lives... but the number of cities would only dwindled. Too many of them had been swallowed by the Chain of Nightmares, and in the years that followed, two more fell to the Skinwalker.

    This city would be the third the government lost in the last four years.

    To Jet, losing a city felt like being robbed of her personal belongings. It was sad, humiliating, and deeply distasteful.

    She had a commitment to work for the government a long time ago, and as such, any defeat that the mission of the government suffered was a personal sleight.

    "Those bastards...'

    Jet was really sure who she was referring to - the Nightmare Creatures, or the people who had pushed back against her desire to allocate more precious resources to the waking world.

    It was not like she did not understand the inevitable future. The waking world... their world... was not ending yet, but its trajectory was already clear. There were already more Nightmare Gates opening each year than ever before, and the median Category of those Gates was slowly climbing toward a complete disaster.

    Most importantly, the Sovereigns were in the Dream Realm. Not only because they chose to be there, but also because it was hard for them to enter the waking world... as if their very existence was denied by it. So, even if a new Supreme was born in the future, they wouldn't be able to remain here continuously and protect the cradle of humanity. Therefore, a single Category Five Gate would spell doom to all who remained.

    Which... wasn't that bad, actually. Jet wasn't a reactionary hellbent on remaining on Earth simply because that was where she had been born. In fact, she understood better than most that adaptability was humanity's greatest weapon.

    Why wouldn't they resettle into a new world if their own was dying?

    In fact... for every city that had been destroyed in the waking world, several were founded in the Dream Realm. The government would have to relocate their efforts there, as well.

    It was just that, in her opinion, even the best of her colleagues were panicking. The trauma delivered by the Chain of Nightmare was too great, even if few people acknowledged it. And since they were panicking, they were rushing too much.

    So, she was forced to clean up their messes.

    Because of the rush, the government forces were too late to prevent this city's destruction.

    'How ironic…’

    Sometimes, she regretted that there wasn't anyone else among the people wielding power who had come from the outskirts. If there had been just one person who shared her mindset...

    Ah, but wasn't it a pipe dream, for someone from the outskirts to survive the gauntlet of the Nightmare Spell? Even she could not claim to have truly survived it.

    ...Streaking across the sky like a deadly missile, Jet kept her gaze trained on the Great Devil and gritted her teeth.

    A split second later, she activated her Transformation Ability. Her flesh turned into a ghostly mist, and a few moments later, there was a spectral wraith in the sky above the dying city.

    The wraith form had many advantages in battle...

    But it was also quite handy if one had been tossed like a dart by an unreasonably strong giantess, since being a ghost could prevent them from turning into thin film splattered across several kilometers of ragged terrain upon landing.

    Not that Jet would. With her special physique, she could strike the ground like a meteor and climb out of the crater in one piece, if a little battered.

    Still, a soft landing was better…

    This time, sadly, the landing was not going to be particularly soft. She was dropping right on top of a Great Devil, after all.

    Effie's aim was Immaculate.

    In the last few moments before plummeting to the ground, Jet snarled coldly and turned her scythe into a khopesh.

    By now, her Legacy Relic had reaped countless souls. The strongest of them had belonged to a Great Monster, and so, it was equal to a Supreme weapon of the Second Tier.

    Of those countless souls, five were currently bound by the Relic, one for each of the five forms it could turn into. Jet could consume them to replenish her essence if her own reserves ran dry. Apart from that, each of the bound souls granted a mystical effect to the corresponding weapon, akin to an enchantment.

    The soul dwelling in the black khopesh had belonged to a Corrupted Terror once, and a dreadful one at that. The effect granted by its soul to the sickle sword was that anyone cut by it would fall into a debilitating lethargy, losing the motivation to fight, move... and eventually even breathe.

    Of course, powerful enemies could resist the insidious lethargy, somewhat, but would still be weakened a little with each strike.

    As such, the khopesh was the most suitable of the mist blade's forms when dealing with an overwhelmingly powerful enemy.

    And that was what Jet was dealing with now.

    A Great Devil...

    At that moment, a soft voice resounded in her ears:

    [He is the Great Devil, Heart of Kanakht.]

    [The remnant of a cursed king.]

    [His power is to command the souls of the dead. He also wields the power of curses, and is a wraith himself. His body is made of sand and is all but immune to physical damage.]

    [Worst of all... his soul can't be destroyed until all the souls he commands are scattered. And they are legion. I am... sorry, Jet. It's a bad match.]

    Jet grinned.

    [...Thank you.]

    'How fitting'

    The Great Devil she was about to face was also of the undead tribe. A fellow wraith.

    His powers did not exactly counter her own, but rather rendered them futile. It was, indeed, a bad match.

    Or maybe the best, considering that few people except her had even a tiny chance of destroying him.

    In any case, her determination to slay the abominations only grew stronger.

    Because as much as the Heart of Kanakht was a bad match for her Aspect, he was a perfect match for her Legacy Relic. Absorbing his soul would not only elevate its overall power by two Tiers, but also grant one of the mist blade's forms a powerful effect that had a good chance of having synergy with her Aspect.

    Now, then...

    All that remained was to actually kill this Great Devil.

    Or at least survive long enough for Effie and Kai to arrive.

    Jet slowed down her descent and glided gracefully to the shattered ground. Her ghostly khopesh pointed forward...

    There, in front of her, a towering figure was slowly walking through the burning ruins, surrounded by a haze of screaming souls.
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      1724 Nightsinger

      "Press forward!"

      "They are flanking us!"

      "Second company, fall back!"

      "We need an Ascended here!"

      Across the wide stretch of burning ruins, the Western Quadrant army was fighting against the disorganized horde of Nightmare Creatures. The tide of abominations continuously crashed into the phalanx of the Awakened warriors, quenching the flames that burned all around them with their fetid blood.

      The mundane soldiers followed behind, supporting the Awakened and sweating inside their powered armor suits. The heavy artillery had remained in the riverbed, waiting for precise targeting data they didn't dare to fire after the initial salvos, afraid to implicate the civilians who might have still been alive somewhere out there, among the smoke-filled streets.

      However, the MWPs still pushed forward. The influence of the Nightmare Gates was messing with their electronics, but after the rich experience of dealing with it in Antarctica, the scientists of humanity had made leaps in shielding technology. So, the lumbering war machines could fully exert their overwhelming firepower, for now.

      It was a heroic sight... but usually, even such a large expedition force would have been Ill-prepared to face the vast horde of Nightmare Creatures, especially in the hellish conditions of urban warfare.

      Nevertheless, today, the soldiers of the Western Quadrant were vallantly pushing into the depths of the city and eradicating the Nightmare Creatures at a startling pace.

      There were two reasons for that.

      One reason was the shining silhouette of Saint Athena, who towered above the burning city in the distance.

      The sight of her not only lifted the spirits of the soldiers, but also imbued their bodies with ferocious power. Awakened were affected more, but even the mundane fighters showcased inhuman strength, speed, and endurance. What would not have been possible on any other day was possible today.

      The other reason...

      "FALL!"

      A deep, thunderous, chilling voice rolled across the burning ruins, crashing into the horde of abominations like a tidal wave, Countless Nightmare Creatures staggered and toppled to the ground, others pressed forward despite its domineering power - however, their movements were drowsy and weak, as if they were struggling against an overwhelming compulsion.

      That was the moment when the soldiers of the Western Quadrant army advanced, cutting into the mass of dazed Nightmare Creatures like a sharp knife.

      The human warriors were strengthened by the War Beast, while their enemy was weakened by the Nightsinger.

      Together, the powers of the two Saints reigned on the battlefield.

      Kai folded his wings and plummeted down. His great maw opened, and an eerie, melodious, otherworldly sound escaped from it, akin to a haunting song.

      That song made all the other sounds of the ruined city - the roaring of flames, the groans of crumbling buildings, the clangor of steel, the howls of monstrous creatures, the thunderous drums of the cannonade - dissolve into background noise.

      A moment later, the song crashed into a swarm of Nightmare Creatures led by a hulking behemoth, causing their bodies to explode into gruesome fountains of crimson liquid. It was as if they were torn apart by an invisible blast.

      A Transcendent sonic attack was an insidious thing.

      Rushing along the stretched battle line with tremendous speed, Kai flew through the expanding cloud of crimson haze and wasted a split second to observe the ruins.

      His vision spread far and wide, piercing through soil, concrete, and alloy. There was nowhere it couldn't reach, and instantly, the whole city was perceived by him.

      What he saw... was gruesome and sickening.

      Countless human corpses. Countless people dying as he watched. Frightened civilians hiding in their homes or underground shelters, fear and sorrow written on their faces. Ashes, flames, and loss on a scale that the human mind could not comprehend.

      And, of course, the Nightmare Creatures.

      The Wolf Army was pushing abominations back in the heart of the city. Effie was moving to intercept the approaching Titans. Jet had just reached the sinister figure of the Great Devil.

      And, closest of all, the Corrupted Tyrant barreling in the direction of the Western Quadrant soldiers.

      'I need to kill it quick'

      The Wolves were holding up well, but that was temporary. If the reinforcements did not arrive on time, the casualties would start to mount. Worse still, Effie would have to fight against two Titans alone, and Jet would have to face the Great Devil alone.

      The more time he wasted, the more people would die.

      Just at that moment, like a lifeline, Cassie's calming voice resounded in his mind, whispering the secrets of his enemy.

      Kai spread his wings and rushed forward.

      As he flew above the carnage, his song shattered the most threatening of the abominations advancing on the Awakened phalanx, while his words made the rest stagger and lose strength.

      "DESPAIR!"

      "FEAR!"

      "KNEEL!"

      His essence was evaporating like morning dew.

      There were countless winged Nightmare Creatures clamoring to rip into his flesh, as well. He tore them apart with his talons, shredded their flesh with his fangs, and broke their bones with his tail.

      Leaving the Western Quadrant army behind, Kai remained alone above a sea of abominations. A hail of attacks enveloped him, coming both from the ground and from the air. He shrugged them off, evaded some of the abominations, and killed others.

      And all that time...

      He could see scattered survivors looking at the sky all across the city.

      Some of them were numb and terrified, thinking that the midnight dragon was another dreadful abomination, Some seemed to recognize him, looking up with desperate hope.

      The expressions of the latter hurt him more. Because he knew that, for many of them... maybe most of them... there would be no salvation.

      Because in this world, weakness was a sin, and they were sinners. Kai was no stranger to that sin, either.

      True, the days when he considered himself weak and unworthy to be in the company of his friends were long gone. After years of leading soldiers and surviving the most terrible hells, Kai wasn't shameless enough to proclaim that he lacked strength. No, he was strong...

      But his strength was still lacking.

      If he was stronger, more people would survive, and his friends would return from the battle with fewer scars.

      Sadly, he was already close to the pinnacle of what a human could achieve. It was so strange... who could have thought that someone like him, a gentle and shy kid overly interested in music and fashion, would end up this way?

      Still... there were ways to gain greater strength.

      Opening his maw, Kai spoke:

      "Be stronger!"

      This time, he was speaking to himself.

      "Be faster!"

      His mighty, winged body was suddenly overcome by a surge of energy.

      "Be sharper!"

      A moment later, he sent a destructive sonic wave spreading outward in a wide cone.

      Countless Nightmare Creatures were swept away by the invisible power of his song. A vast cloud of dust and debris instantly flew into the sky, which was suddenly void of suffocating smoke.

      In the middle of the devastated cone, the Corrupted Tyrant staggered as the sound blast crashed into it. The dreadful abomination was not killed, of course, or even seriously wounded.

      But that was not what Kai had wanted.

      All he had wanted was to distract the enemy for a moment.

      Knowing that his commands would not have a strong and immediate effect on an enemy of that Class and Rank, he simply rushed to the ground and opened his maw.

      In the next second, his sharp fangs bit into the Tyrant's neck.
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        Again chapters without Sunny 4
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    1722. Slingshot Maneuver


    The Wolves had been a company during the Southern Campaign, consisting of around a hundred Awakened and ten times as many mundane soldiers, as well as a platoon of MWPs and a robust stable of specialized vehicles. The majority of the mundane members of the Wolf Company were not frontline specialists, but instead support personnel meant to facilitate and enhance the combat effectiveness of the Awakened.

    However, the company had swelled in the past few years, turning into a battalion consisting of a thousand seasoned Awakened warriors and around five thousand mundane soldiers. It had also distinguished itself as one of the most elite combat units of the government forces, earning the official title of the Wolf Army.

    The Wolves were, first and foremost, shock troopers. They often fought in isolation from the rest of the government forces or led the attack, dropping directly into the fiercest locations on the battlefield from the Black Beast Locket.

    That was right. Effie not only had her own army, but also often carried it around. Their most common strategy was for her to assume the giantess form, cleave her way to a strategically important point, and deploy her legion in a flash of shocking violence.

    It was the same today.

    As Effie's roar stunned the nearest Nightmare Creatures, rows and rows of soldiers materialized on the rubble of the burning city, as if marching out from the depths of hell.

    A moment later, the Awakened vanguard already unleashed a barrage of arrows, projectile weapons, and long-range Aspect Abilities.

    At the same time, heavy artillery vehicles launched concussive shells, and the lumbering MWPs came to life, the barrels of their armaments blooming with fire.

    The melee fighters had already closed down their ranks, forming a loose phalanx.

    ...The tide of Nightmare Creatures descended upon them in a demented frenzy, only to be broken, torn apart, and pushed back.

    7

    "Show them hell!"

    Effie's booming voice thundered from above.

    Invigorated by the sight of their commander, the Wolves let out ferocious howls and redoubled their efforts to eviscerate the Nightmare Creatures.

    'Cheeky bastards...'

    She bent down and swiped her hand across the ruins of a building, grabbing a hulking abomination and using it as a projectile to crush dozens more into bloody paste.

    Effie observed the battlefield from high above.

    For the moment, at least, everything was going according to plan.

    The Wolves had a simple, but dire objective - to secure a stronghold in the ruined city that would serve as a bulwark against the horde of Nightmare Creatures.

    The seven Gates were positioned far away from the dry riverbed, so most of the abominations were amassed on the other side of the city center. The position where the Wolves had deployed was on the outer edges of the center, above the largest underground civilian shelter, and close to the reserve control station responsible for the city's automated defense systems.

    They had to push the Nightmare Creatures back, establish an impregnable fire line, bring the defense systems back online, secure the perimeter, and help funnel the surviving civilians into the shelter.

    At the same time, the main force of the Western Quadrant army would advance from the rear under Kai's leadership, cleanse the western part of the city from abominations, and join the Wolf Army, effectively drawing a clear battle line straight through the city center.

    That was the plan, at least.

    Of course, the entire plan depended on a single presumption: that the three Saints would be able to slay, or at least hold back, the primary targets the Gate Guardians.

    Because no matter how elite and experienced the Wolves were, and no matter how numerous the Western Quadrant army was, mortal soldiers like them were simply incapable of stopping Titans, let alone facing Great abominations in battle.

    Effie glanced at the towering figures of the two Titans, both drawing closer. The Corrupted Tyrant seemed to be moving in the direction of the Western Quadrant army, which had already engaged in a bloody battle on the streets of the city.

    That one was Kai's problem now... sadly, it seemed that the reinforcements would be delayed.

    The true horror, though, was the Great Devil, which had abandoned the outskirts and crossed the ruined walls of the city, moving unhurriedly in the direction of the Wolf Army.

    The creature was still dozens of kilometers away, but its presence already felt suffocating.

    'We can still win.'

    In this battle, the government army had a secret weapon. That weapon was the Seneschal of the Great Clan Valor...

    Saint Song of the Fallen.

    Information was the lifeblood of warfare, especially so when one was dealing with Nightmare Creatures, many of whom possessed great and terrible powers. Knowing your enemy was more often than not the difference between life and death.

    And with Cassie whispering into the ears of Effie, Kai, and Jet, they would know what the enemy was capable of once the abominations got within range of the Dormant Ability.

    ...Of course, no one except for the three of them could know that the blind seer serving the King of Swords was secretly assisting the government.

    'It's good to have friends…’

    As Effie thought that, Jet suddenly spoke in a calm, cold voice:

    "I think the situation calls for the slingshot maneuver."

    Effie looked down, studying the tiny, beautiful woman standing on her palm. Soul Reaper's icy blue eyes were full of grim, murderous, and cold resolve.

    "That one? Are you sure?"

    Jet nodded, then smiled faintly.

    "Yes. I'll stall the Great Devil until you and Kai are done dealing with the other Gate Guardians. Don't play with your food and come help me as soon as you can."

    Effie hesitated for a moment, holding back the words of concern.

    Jet was right. Dealing with two Titans was already outside the realm of possibility... if the Great Devil was allowed to enter the fray and join forces with them, everyone would be doomed.

    Eventually, she simply smiled.

    "Alright. Just... don't kill it before we arrive! Or, if you do and receive a weapon Memory, give it to me. You already have your Legacy Relic, while I'm sick of fighting abominations with my bare hands. Their guts get stuck between my fingers. It's disgusting..."

    Jet grinned.

    "Deal. Now... do it before I change my mind!"

    Effie sighed, then shifted her body, slowly bringing the hand on which Jet stood back. She extended her colossal arm backward, keeping it level with her shoulder.

    The slingshot maneuver was not something the two of them had learned from books on military science. It was something they invented after participating in countless battles together.

    Well, calling it a "maneuver" was mostly a joke. They just liked how legitimate it sounded, which was a bit funny, considering the actual procedure.

    The procedure in question, meanwhile, was rather simple.

    Effie strained her muscles, exhaled, and slung her arm forward.

    Her hand rotated, the open palm facing the wind. Jet would have slid off and plummeted down if not for the fact that the pressure of acceleration pressed her into the vertical wall of polished steel. A mundane human would have been crushed by such pressure, but her Transcendent body was immensely resilient. She endured, kneeling slowly and looking up.

    A small hurricane was raised by the passing of the colossal arm. Effie grunted... and pushed her palm forward with all her might, launching Jet into the air like a supersonic missile.

    The Soul Reaper soared into the sky, flying in the direction of the distant Great Devil with terrible speed.

    As she did, her figure was suddenly surrounded by wisps of ghostly mist.
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      ArMiks
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      Damn your repost speed is crazy fast. Amazing
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      Kiber
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      Так хочется увидеть битву вместе с Санни(
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    DanielPlay
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    This volume has already surpassed all the others in different POV and parallel stories, everything tells me that this must be the biggest volume so far. The story is already halfway through, so I believe that the tendency of G3 is to really increase the size of the volumes and use it to further develop other characters, this must be the first time that we have Elffie's POV.
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      ArMiks
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      Yeah, the expansion is really nice. Good to see how rain grows thru effort, and effie becomming more responsible
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      حمد
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      nope not first i remember 2 years before there was a chapter I did read where we had her pov
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      Dummybaron
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      First Effies pov was in Crimson Spire and it was like 1-3 chapters.
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    ArMiks
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    Btw, anyone else here in the Guilty Guild discord? I just realized that the new chapter announcement and three tomorrow announcement wasn't posted. Is that just me or anyone else?
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      The announcement was yesterday, there's one chapters out already, the other 2 they should be finishing cooking in another 4 hours
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        ArMiks
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        Yea, i know, it's just that MY discord didn't show that, so maybe it just didn't load well or smthg.

        Btw, no update on first chapter yet in TG
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    I can just imagine a scenario where Effie wants to battle the Lord if shadows and then uses her transformation ability only for Sunny to Grow as big as her with his shadow manipulation. That would be so cool joy
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