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Chapter 1782: Heirs of War.

Even Rain was stunned to hear that.

It was news to her that someone had tried to kill Lady Nephis. Was there really such an idiot in the world? That woman had survived the Forgotten Shore, conquered the Second Nightmare as a Sleeper, Transcendent during the Chain of Nightmares, fought against Great abominations side by side with the King of Swords, and triumphed in countless terrible battles as a Saint.

There were literally only two people in two worlds who were harder to kill than her.

But the fact that Clan Valor was trying to openly accuse Clan Song of the assassination attempt was even crazier. Not only that, but they were asking the Queen to surrender one of her daughters and a Master from a vassal clan. There was no way that she would agree… what were the rulers of the Sword Domain thinking?

The whole situation seemed… incongruous. Rain had a feeling that she was dreaming, since reality simply couldn't be like that. It was just too irrational.

Then, a spark of anger ignited in her heart.

«Just which bastard tried to harm Lady Nephis? And who do these Valor people think they are, accusing the Song Domain of something that terrible?»

However, that spark of anger was quickly extinguished. She knew how rumors and propaganda worked, so she wouldn't allow her feelings to be manipulated that easily without knowing all the facts.

There was an unpleasant residue left in its wake, though. Rain was quite fond of Ravenheart and the people she knew there. Even though she was a little distant from most because of her government family and the secret she was keeping, they were still her friends and neighbours. She felt like a part of a wonderful community… it didn't feel nice to see that community being falsely accused of something appalling and dirty.

The rest of the laborers were even less composed. Their gazes grew darker.

«Those Valor bastards have lost their minds. How dare they try to take Lady Silent Stalker?»

«They've been trying to suppress our Song Domain from the very start. Do they think that we'll just roll over?»

«Gods, I never took those rumors seriously, but what if they had really been taken over by the Skinwalker?»

«Maybe Changing Star staged the whole thing herself

«No way! Lady Nephis would never participate in such a vile scheme!»

«But.., but what if Skinwalker took her, too

«Silence.»

That last shout did not come from the laborers.

Turning slightly, Rain saw young Lady Tamar standing a few meters away, looking at them with a grim expression. Her eyes were so dark that it was a little scary.

The healer, Fleur, was standing behind her, trying to pull her away.

«Tamar, calm down… they didn't mean it.»

But the Legacy simply ignored her attempts to discharge the situation and took a step forward.

Coming closer to their fire, Tamar studied them with a heavy look. Her gaze lingered for a moment on the empty bottle of alcohol, and then, she shook her head.

«Do you think that you can just run your mouths freely?»

Her tone was harsh.

«You are people of the Song Domain. Everything you say reflects on the dignity of the Queen. Is it fun to slander people who selflessly fight for the safety and prosperity of humanity? lіghtnоvelworld~c`о/m. Who gave you the right to throw baseless accusations?»

Pill, who had caused the entire outburst, coughed awkwardly.

«We… we are sorry, my lady, But the Sword Domain, they really went too far! It's not just us who feel that way. Everyone in Ravenheart is… well, people are offended.»

Tamar stared at him silently for a moment, then scowled.

«You can have an opinion about Clan Valor, However… Lady Changing Star would have never done something like that. She is not a vessel of Skinwalker, either! So don't go around saying dirty things about her. Understand?»

The laborers seemed to shrink under her scathing gaze.

«Y-yes, my lady… we were wrong.»

Fleur finally managed to drag Tamar away, and they relaxed a little.

After a bit of silence, one of them said:

«Still. Lady Changing Star is indeed righteous and honorable. But, hell… she might very well be the only decent person in the Sword Domain

«Yeah. Those people… damn, are they even people? I bet they were the ones who tried to kill her, to begin with.»

«How terrible

Rain frowned and concentrating on roasting the meat.

Some time later, she crawled into her tent and lay silently in the darkness for a while, mustering mental strength to continue forming the soul core.

After a while, she asked quietly:

«Teacher… do you think Lady Nephis is alright?»

A subdued chuckle came from the darkness.

«Is she alright? You bet. Why, I just saw her recently… we went for a picnic, watched a play, and shared tender moments at sunset

Rain scoffed. She had no energy to react to his nonsense, though.

Eventually, she said:

«I… don't like where this is going. It has always been a bit strange how eagerly people villainized the Sword Domain. But, how can I put it? Now, it doesn't seem like simple talk. It's like they all forget that both Domains are made of people, not just one.»

Her teacher remained silent for a while.

Rain thought that he wasn't going to answer, but then the darkness asked suddenly:

«Where do you think this road is going?»

She was confused.

«Huh?»

East?»

He sighed.

«And what is east of here?»

Rain frowned.

Nothing. There was nothing east of here, only the Death Zones.

But, beyond them…

Her eyes widened a little.

«The Sword Domain?»

Her teacher spoke in a light tone, his voice barely audible in the small tent.

«That's right. You've been admiring the road construction, haven't you? Going on and on about roads, infrastructure, civilization, and so on. I agree, actually, it's kind of neat. The funny thing is, the technology Clan Song is using to build roads is based on how people in the waking world used to do it a long time ago, before the Dark Times.»

Rain raised an eyebrow.

«Really? I didn't know.»

Well, it made sense. A lot of modern technology did not work in the Dream Realm. So, the actual ways things were built here was a strange mixture of adapted modern engineering, Awakened powers, and dated methods from the ancient times.

It was a bit like reverse spelltech.

Her teacher sighed.

«Yeah. There was an empire once that excelled in building roads. But, Rain… the main reason they built such excellent roads was not for trade, transportation of goods, or development of civilization.»

His voice grew a little wistful:

«They built them to speed up the deployment of troops. Because soldiers could march faster on paved roads than they would on dirt roads, or across wilderness. The main engine of progress, technology, and craft has always been war.»

Rain lay in the darkness, suddenly feeling cold.

«Are… are you trying to say… that there will be a war? Between Song and Valor?»

Her teacher lingered with an answer.

However, in the end, she heard exactly what she was afraid to hear:

«The war between Song and Valor has already begun. Back in Antarctica, during the Chain of Nightmares. It's just that now… now, it is going to start in earnest. That is why Ki Song is in such a hurry to finish the Eastern Road.»

He chuckled.

Why, it's quite fitting, if you think about it. We come from the realm of War, after all. So, now that we are leaving that realm behind, the first thing we do in a new world is wage a war. To see who is fit to sit on its throne.»

Rain did not answer, stunned by what he had said. The revelation was too vast and too dire to comprehend. A storm of fragmented thoughts raged in her mind, but none came to its surface.

Then, the darkness spoke in a soft voice:

«What are you doing? Come one, start circulating your essence, The sooner you start, the sooner you'll be able to get some rest. And you really need to rest.»

Rain flinched, then turned on her back and stared at the roof of the tent.

Is that why you've been hurrying me? So that I Awakened before the war starts?»

Her teacher answered quietly:

«Yes. You have to Awaken soon. Otherwise, it will be hard for me to protect you.»

He remained silent for a few moments, and then added smugly:

«But if you don't, that's not a problem either. Your teacher is awesome enough to protect you anyway… hard is hard, not impossible.»

Rain knew that he had a habit of inventing outrageous lies. So, taking his claims seriously was probably unwise…

And yet, for some reason, his boastful words calmed her, dousing the anxious flames that burned in her heart.

Letting out a sigh, she closed her eyes and concentrated on controlling essence.

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  1. Offline
    silverman
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    Quote: Dummybaron
    Nope, Sunny>Nephis. Sunny has armor as his skin, has a mask that hides him from most types of Detection abilities, can feel Shadows wich makes impossible to atack him without him noticing if you are in few killomiters radius and even then he will literaly feel your projectyles from a mile ago.

    Unless you are a certain awakened named Ray that he can't detect...
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    At başlı At
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    Görünen o ki yazar bu seriyi yüz bin bölüm daha devam ettirecek,rain hakkında neden birşeyler yazıp durduğunu anlamıyorum
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    Edrick Sars
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    Not too rush anything here… but Rain’s awakening is taking too long. I mean… the first awakening realm should be the easiest, right?
    It’s not like she needs shadow fragments like her big brother. It’s been almost an over 100 chapters on her damm awakening already. Dammit Aurthor!!! 🤦‍♂️
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      Dadadai Shukosha
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      Sunny's also took a while, the difference is that Rain was never a sleeper.
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        Edrick Sars
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        Either ways… I just hope she gon be a hell lot stronger than sunny ever was, since she’s taking the long route rather than shortcuts.
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          Palsastan
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          She wont even have her aspect or flaw right away thou....
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          Bastard Son of Fate
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          Well she shouldnt since she isn’t supposed to have an aspect but even if she didn’t i still think she shouldn’t be stronger, it’s cause sunny may have awakened under the spell which is easier but he was a survivor of the forgotten shore
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    Gerhman_Sparrow23
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    Those Valor bastards have lost their minds. How dare they try to take Lady Silent Stalker?

    Somehow feels like how daily wage earners advocate for their "favourite billionaires" on the internet wish
    "No way! Lady Nephis would never participate in such a vile scheme!"

    Would she tho? satisfied
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    ratty_islandr
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    Ohoo… I dare someone to lay a finger on Rain… See what happens
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    Om3ga Opiness😎
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    1783 Peaceful Days

    The survey team moved east at a steady pace. Of course, they weren't going in a straight line - instead, they explored the Moonriver Plain, making frequent stops to let the specialists ascertain the terrain and compare the landscape with the rough map provided by the Song clan.

    The specialists took some time to unload their equipment from the carts, leaving the heavy lifting to the porters. The Awakened stood guard and summoned several specially provided Memories to divine a few details that mundane equipment wasn't able to pick up.

    The team left colorful flags in its wake, which would serve as a guideline for the road crew later.

    At times, the entire group made camp to let Awakened Ray scout out those areas that could pose special danger, like the ruins of ancient cities. His Aspect was uniquely suited for this kind of task - although the young man was not especially lethal in direct combat, his abilities allowed the survey team to only consist of three Awakened instead of a dozen or more.

    Awakened Fleur was similarly indispensable. Her Aspect was responsible for the startling speed with which the team was covering distance - not only could she help everyone recover their stamina, but the scrapes and wounds received in the rare skirmishes with the Nightmare Creatures were quickly healed.

    If anything, it was Tamar of Sorrow that seemed to bring the least to the table. However, that was merely an illusion - because it was the young Legacy who took point when things did not go according to plan.

    Ray's Aspect was mostly useful for avoiding trouble, while Fleur could resolve the dire consequences. However, it was the unexpected and the inevitable that was not only the most common, but also the deadliest threat in the Dream Realm. Whenever the survey team faced unexpected danger, it was Tamar's sword that dealt with it.

    ...But, all in all, there weren't that many unfortunate accidents. Rain had expected that she would have to string her bow sooner or later, but it stayed safely attached to her pack - at least for now.

    She continued to work on forming her soul core in peace.

    In fact... strangely enough, her life as Rani was much more peaceful than her life as Rain. It was not only because she didn't have to hunt Nightmare Creatures anymore, but also because of the circumstances.

    The wilderness was vast and tranquil, much different from the bustling liveliness of Ravenheart and the overcrowded sterility of NQSC, There was no everpresent noise, no familiar anxiety... no light pollution to dull the beautiful stars. The weather was harsh, but not nearly as oppressive as the murderous cold and searing heat of the ashen mountains.

    Rain was enjoying herself. She quite liked walking across the desolate plain and feeling the cool wind play with her hair, watching the three moons travel across the velvet sky at night, and not having to worry about anything except for performing her work well and controlling the flow of essence.

    The company wasn't bad, either. She was on friendly terms with most of the porters, who were all warm and nice people - the tough and prickly Elga, the somber and taciturn Pill, the former PTV magnate, "old goat" Carel...

    The standoffish survey specialists lost most of their aloof attitude after a few days, and often joined them around the fire in the evening. Even the three Awakened became easier to talk to after everyone had grown a bit familiar with each other.

    Despite the grim danger of exploring the wilderness, the mood of the survey team was strangely peaceful.

    Sometimes, Rain felt like she was observing their small group from the side. In those moments, she was suddenly struck by the eerie dissonance between the peacefulness of their days... and the dark shadow of the approaching war.

    She wondered who else knew that humanity would soon be embroiled in a mad, fratricidal conflict. The porters were completely oblivious to the darkness of the future, The survey specialists did not seem to know, either…

    Tamar of Sorrow must have had some idea, though. As a Legacy, she would be aware of the growing tension between the two Domains - especially so because her clan oversaw the source of the Tear River. Clan Song must have been shifting resources closer to the future frontline for a while now, and much of that cargo had to have been transported over water.

    It was unclear if she had shared her worries with Ray and Fleur, but the three seemed to be quite close. So, they must have known something.

    And Rain knew most of all, thanks to her teacher.

    ‘What am I going to do?’

    She could not quite conceive the scale of the calamity, as well as the toll that the war would take on humans... everywhere. Humanity was too big, but more than that, Rain was even struggling to imagine what would happen to her personally.

    Logically, she was one of the few people in the Dream Realm who did not need to worry about the conflict between Song and Valor too much - she was from a government family, after all, and the government had always maintained its neutrality. Even if Ravenheart was besieged and occupied by the Knights of Valor, her family's situation would most likely remain the same.

    But then again... if the two Sovereigns clashed and one of them won, would there even be a government after that? If the war escalated, would anyone be able to afford remaining neutral? Would the newly established cities in the Dream Realm stay safe from the constant threat of Nightmare Creatures while most Awakened were busy fighting each other?

    All these questions gnawed at her at night, when she was alone in her tent.

    Well... Rain was never truly alone, and her teacher did not seem concerned with the war at all.

    ‘Of course he wouldn't be!'

    The sinister shadow must have lived through thousands of wars... maybe even caused a good chunk of them personally!

    One night, Rain couldn't keep quiet anymore and asked in a whisper:

    "Teacher... aren't you worried about the war at all?"

    He remained silent for longer than usual.

    Eventually, she heard him sigh.

    "Worried? Ah... not really. Life is war, you know. When you live long enough, you get used to such things."

    Rain frowned in the darkness.

    "But you are so powerful. You destroyed the vessels of the Skinwalker easily, Don't you feel... even a little bit responsible? Aren't you going to do something?"

    The darkness chuckled.

    "Responsible? Well, I guess I do feel a little bit responsible, And who says that I'm not going to do something?"

    Rain held her breath for a few moments,

    "Teacher.. what are you going to do?"

    He let out a contemplative sigh, and then laughed quietly.

    "Ah, I'm not sure. Maybe I'll kill both Sovereigns and put someone dependable in charge of humanity. Or go bird hunting... or make waffles. Something like that."

    She stared into the darkness for a while, then scoffed.

    "Well, good luck! I must say, though... for someone who hides from everyone in a young girl's shadow, teacher, you sure talk a big game..."

    The darkness responded with appalled silence.

    After a while, he hissed:

    "Go to sleep, you ingrate! And for your information, I'm not hiding in your shadow! I'm just... taking temporary residence here! For convenience..."

    Rain smiled and closed her eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly.

    The next day, they reached the boundary of the survey area.
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      Om3ga Opiness😎
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      1784 Stairway to Heaven

      As they ventured further east, the Moonriver Plain started to change. There were fewer and fewer canyons in their way, and the air grew a little warmer. At night, the three beautiful moons seemed more distant.

      The wind carried with it swirling black flakes. Raín did not need to touch them to know what they were... ash. It was as if they had returned to Ravenheart, but also different.

      Back in the stronghold of Clan Song, the ash fell from the frigid sky because of the raging volcanoes. But here, it was somehow different, making Rain feel uncomfortable.

      Eventually, the members of the survey team stopped. No one had given the command, but they simply froze in place, looking at the horizon in stunned silence.

      ‘...Wow.’

      Out there in front of them, far away... it seemed as if a snowy mountain chain was rising from the ashen haze. But as Rain studied the towering mountains closer, she couldn't help but feel a sense of incongruity. Because the shape was wrong.

      Then, something clicked in her mind, and she opened her mouth in shock... or horror. Or awe.

      The mountains weren't mountains at all. Instead, they were bones.

      An inconceivably large skeleton lay on the ground in the distance, too large to be seen whole. What Rain had thought to be the slopes of a mountain chain were several titanic ribs, each rising into the sky like ivory pillars that supported its weight.

      The skull of the unfathomable corpse was mercifully out of view. The closest group of bone mountains, however, extended far into the Moonriver Plain. It was also shaped strangely, consisting of five lower peaks. Beyond them, a wide ridge rose gradually to a great height, like an eerie stairway to heaven.

      The five mountains were the phalanxes of the colossal skeleton's fingers, and the rising ridge were the bones of its arm.

      One of the porters whispered quietly:

      "G-gods..."

      Rain remained silent, but she felt like uttering something like that herself. There were simply no words to describe her emotions.

      Awakened Ray glanced at them and smiled faintly.

      "Gods? A god, maybe. That is Godgrave ahead of us."

      The porters, who weren't very well-acquainted with the topography of the Dream Realm, looked at him in confusion.

      He sighed.

      "Godgrave is a Death Zone that serves as the north-eastern boundary of the Song Domain. It is a region of the Dream Realm where Great, Cursed, and maybe even Unholy abominations dwell. As for why it is called that... I think you can see for yourself. Nobody really knows what that terrible skeleton is, but it's easy to imagine that these are the remains of a god. Therefore... Godgrave.”

      The porters shivered.

      "Awakened Ray, sir... are we going there?"

      Ray smiled, but it was Tamar, the leader of the survey team, who answered:

      "No. Of course not. A Death Zone is not a place for humans. Even if we aren't devoured by some abominable horror, the land itself will kill us. Or the sky. More importantly than that..."

      She glanced at the porters and the survey specialists.

      "This is where the Song Domain ends. Queen Song's authority does not reach Godgrave, so you can't go there. As soon as you do, your souls won't be protected by the Queen's grace anymore, and you'll be summoned into the First Nightmare."

      She sighed.

      "In short, our mission is complete. We will camp here and turn back tomorrow... returning to the main camp should not take us nearly as long as it took to come here, since we'll be going in a straight line, The marching will be more intense, so prepare yourselves!”

      With that, she turned her back to the Incredible sight of the colossal bones, as if not at all impressed by It.

      Rain suppressed the desire to scoff.

      ‘That's a Legacy for you…’

      Would it kill Tamar to act like a normal girl? No one could remain calm when witnessing something that unimaginable. Why did she feel the need to put on airs?

      Lady Tamar wasn't exactly unpleasant... but she was definitely more than a little stuck-up. Rain, who was used to rolling in the dirt, couldn't help but be entertained by how laboriously the younger girl tried to maintain an austere facade.

      She often felt a compulsion to mock the Legacy heiress mercilessly... well, or at least tease her a bit. Of course, she never did - Rain wasn't stupid enough to mock a Legacy.

      Only a complete idiot would do something like that. Even the best outcome would be receiving a challenge to a duel...

      The survey team made camp. Since it was the last day of their official duties, they made a larger fire than usual and roasted all their remaining monster meat. Even the three Awakened joined the rest of the team members, leaving the Echo to guard the camp.

      Of course, the pilgrim did not join them, either. The dead man remained standing at the edge of the camp, emotionless and unfeeling, staring into the darkness with his glassy eyes.

      It was a bit creepy to be in his presence, but the members of the survey team had long learned to ignore the dead man.

      This time, it was Awakened Fleur who cooked for everyone. Her easy smile and friendly demeanor put everyone at ease, so the conversation flowed freely.

      "Oh... Lady Tamar... if you don't mind me asking..."

      Carel, the old goat, was uncharacteristically shy in front of the young Legacy. He mumbled something quietly, and asked in a cautious tone:

      "I couldn't help but notice that you weren't very impressed by that huge skeleton. Have you seen Godgrave before?"

      Tamar glanced at him coldly, lingered for a few moments, then shrugged.

      "I did see it before. Actually, all three of us are familiar with Godgrave. That is where the Spell sent us on the winter solstice."

      The eyes of the porters widened. Even Rain was stunned.

      ‘What the hell? It sent these kids to a Death Zone?" How were they alive?’

      At the same time as she felt surprised, she was also feeling a little guilty. As it turned out, Tamar had not been acting haughty... she was just familiar with the titanic skeleton. More than that, whatever had happened to them there must have been quite traumatic. So, she was probably hiding her unease under the facade of indifference.

      ‘...Talk about being prejudiced.’

      Rain sighed, ashamed of herself.

      The porters, meanwhile, were staring at the three Awakened in awe. Eventually, old Carel asked:

      "On the winter solstice? I... ah... I would have thought that Lady Tamar would use the Dream Gate..."

      It used to be that every Sleeper was sent to the Dream Realm on the winter solstice, where they had to find a Gateway, anchor themselves to it, and thus Awaken. These days, however, the situation had changed.

      It was possible to pass through a Dream Gate before the solstice and anchor oneself in advance. That way, there was no risk of being sent to some unforgiving land, away from human Citadels.

      Tamar's gaze darkened, prompting Fleur to laugh nervously.

      "Oh, that... we completed our First Nightmare in late autumn, so there was not a lot of time before the solstice. There is a lot of paperwork involved in getting access to the Dream Gate, as you know. We just went to the Academy and tried to prepare ourselves instead."

      She glanced at Tamar and smiled.

      "Well, Ray and I did. Tamar's father is a Saint, so he could have brought her to the Lake of Tears personally, without the need of using the Dream Gate. Still, we met at the Academy."

      The porters looked at the young Legacy with confusion. After a bit of awkward silence, one of them asked:

      "That... lady's father must have been terribly busy..."

      She furrowed her brow.

      "He wasn't."

      Then, Tamar blinked.

      "...I mean, he was. He is. But that is not why."

      Actually, Rain knew what she meant.

      There might have been a safer way to Awaken for most Sleepers, but not for Legacies. That was because the Legacies had always had such an option - they just never used it. For them, the trial of the Nightmare Spell was like a sacred rite.

      Legacies were fundamentally a warrior caste - the martial aristocracy of the new world. Their culture was uniquely harsh and unforgiving, forging them into people capable of facing the senseless terror of the Nightmare Spell. They took their valiance seriously.

      Being sent into the Dream Realm on the winter solstice was a rite of passage. Some would say that it was an unnecessary risk... maybe even point to the Forgotten Shore as an example.

      Thousands of young men and women had perished there before Changing Star finally conquered the Gateway.

      But, at the same time, those who had survived were among the strongest champions of humanity now. Most were Masters, and some were Saints. Changing Star herself, Song of the Fallen, Nightingale, Raised by Wolves... those were legendary names.

      So, even if Tamar's father had been afraid of sending his daughter to her death, he would have still done it. Because that was how Legacies were.

      Rain sighed.

      ‘That is so messed up.’

      How had the leader of Clan Sorrow felt, willingly putting his daughter's life at risk?

      How had Tamar felt, knowing that her parents would rather see her dead than weak?

      Things like that would mess one's head for life.

      Suddenly, Rain didn't want to mock the young Legacy anymore.

      She lingered for a few moments, the asked curiously:

      "But how did you survive? As Lady Tamar said, a Death Zone is no place for humans. To make it out alive.,,, it's like a miracle."

      The three Awakened looked at each other somberly.

      Eventually, Ray answered with a pale smile:

      "We... received help."

      Fleur shivered.

      "Yeah. No human can live in a Death Zone... but actually, one human does. Well, at least he... he seems like a human? Nobody is really sure."

      Tamar nodded with a dark expression.

      "He was the one who saved us. The Lord of Shadows…”
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    1783/1784:

    Peaceful days.

    The survey team moved east at a steady pace. Of course, they weren't going in a straight line — instead, they explored the Moonriver Plain, making frequent stops to let the specialists ascertain the terrain and compare the landscape with the rough map provided by the Song clan.

    The specialists took some time to unload their equipment from the carts, leaving the heavy lifting to the porters. The Awakened stood guard and summoned several specially provided Memories to divine a few details that mundane equipment wasn't able to pick up.

    The team left colorful flags in its wake, which would serve as a guideline for the road crew later.

    At times, the entire group made camp to let Awakened Ray scout out those areas that could pose special danger, like the ruins of ancient cities. His Aspect was uniquely suited for this kind of task — although the young man was not especially lethal in direct combat, his abilities allowed the survey team to only consist of three Awakened instead of a dozen or more.

    Awakened Fleur was similarly indispensable. Her Aspect was responsible for the startling speed with which the team was covering distance — not only could she help everyone recover their stamina, but the scrapes and wounds received in the rare skirmishes with the Nightmare Creatures were quickly healed.

    If anything, it was Tamar of Sorrow that seemed to bring the least to the table. However, that was merely an illusion — because it was the young Legacy who took point when things did not go according to plan.

    Ray's Aspect was mostly useful for avoiding trouble, while Fleur could resolve the dire consequences. However, it was the unexpected and the inevitable that was not only the most common, but also the deadliest threat in the Dream Realm. Whenever the survey team faced unexpected danger, it was Tamar's sword that dealt with it.

    …But, all in all, there weren't that many unfortunate accidents. Rain had expected that she would have to string her bow sooner or later, but it stayed safely attached to her pack — at least for now.

    She continued to work on forming her soul core in peace.

    In fact… strangely enough, her life as Rani was much more peaceful than her life as Rain. It was not only because she didn't have to hunt Nightmare Creatures anymore, but also because of the circumstances.

    The wilderness was vast and tranquil, much different from the bustling liveliness of Ravenheart and the overcrowded sterility of NQSC, There was no everpresent noise, no familiar anxiety… no light pollution to dull the beautiful stars. The weather was harsh, but not nearly as oppressive as the murderous cold and searing heat of the ashen mountains.

    Rain was enjoying herself. She quite liked walking across the desolate plain and feeling the cool wind play with her hair, watching the three moons travel across the velvet sky at night, and not having to worry about anything except for performing her work well and controlling the flow of essence.

    The company wasn't bad, either. She was on friendly terms with most of the porters, who were all warm and nice people — the tough and prickly Elga, the somber and taciturn Pill, the former PTV magnate, “old goat” Carel…

    The standoffish survey specialists lost most of their aloof attitude after a few days, and often joined them around the fire in the evening. Even the three Awakened became easier to talk to after everyone had grown a bit familiar with each other.

    Despite the grim danger of exploring the wilderness, the mood of the survey team was strangely peaceful.

    Sometimes, Rain felt like she was observing their small group from the side. In those moments, she was suddenly struck by the eerie dissonance between the peacefulness of their days… and the dark shadow of the approaching war.

    She wondered who else knew that humanity would soon be embroiled in a mad, fratricidal conflict. The porters were completely oblivious to the darkness of the future, The survey specialists did not seem to know, either…

    Tamar of Sorrow must have had some idea, though. As a Legacy, she would be aware of the growing tension between the two Domains — especially so because her clan oversaw the source of the Tear River. Clan Song must have been shifting resources closer to the future frontline for a while now, and much of that cargo had to have been transported over water.

    It was unclear if she had shared her worries with Ray and Fleur, but the three seemed to be quite close. So, they must have known something.

    And Rain knew most of all, thanks to her teacher.

    «What am I going to do?»

    She could not quite conceive the scale of the calamity, as well as the toll that the war would take on humans… everywhere. Humanity was too big, but more than that, Rain was even struggling to imagine what would happen to her personally.

    Logically, she was one of the few people in the Dream Realm who did not need to worry about the conflict between Song and Valor too much — she was from a government family, after all, and the government had always maintained its neutrality. Even if Ravenheart was besieged and occupied by the Knights of Valor, her family's situation would most likely remain the same.

    But then again… if the two Sovereigns clashed and one of them won, would there even be a government after that? If the war escalated, would anyone be able to afford remaining neutral? Would the newly established cities in the Dream Realm stay safe from the constant threat of Nightmare Creatures while most Awakened were busy fighting each other?

    All these questions gnawed at her at night, when she was alone in her tent.

    Well… Rain was never truly alone, and her teacher did not seem concerned with the war at all.

    «Of course he wouldn't be!»

    The sinister shadow must have lived through thousands of wars… maybe even caused a good chunk of them personally!

    One night, Rain couldn't keep quiet anymore and asked in a whisper:

    «Teacher… aren't you worried about the war at all?»

    He remained silent for longer than usual.

    Eventually, she heard him sigh.

    «Worried? Ah… not really. Life is war, you know. When you live long enough, you get used to such things.»

    Rain frowned in the darkness.

    «But you are so powerful. You destroyed the vessels of the Skinwalker easily, Don't you feel… even a little bit responsible? Aren't you going to do something?»

    The darkness chuckled.

    «Responsible? Well, I guess I do feel a little bit responsible, And who says that I'm not going to do something?»

    Rain held her breath for a few moments.

    «Teacher.. what are you going to do?»

    He let out a contemplative sigh, and then laughed quietly.

    «Ah, I'm not sure. Maybe I'll kill both Sovereigns and put someone dependable in charge of humanity. Or go bird hunting… or make waffles. Something like that.»

    She stared into the darkness for a while, then scoffed.

    «Well, good luck! I must say, though… for someone who hides from everyone in a young girl's shadow, teacher, you sure talk a big game…»

    The darkness responded with appalled silence.

    After a while, he hissed:

    «Go to sleep, you ingrate! And for your information, I'm not hiding in your shadow! I'm just… taking temporary residence here! For convenience…»

    Rain smiled and closed her eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly.

    The next day, they reached the boundary of the survey area.


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    Stairway to Heaven.

    As they ventured further east, the Moonriver Plain started to change. There were fewer and fewer canyons in their way, and the air grew a little warmer. At night, the three beautiful moons seemed more distant.

    The wind carried with it swirling black flakes. Rain did not need to touch them to know what they were… ash. It was as if they had returned to Ravenheart, but also different.

    Back in the stronghold of Clan Song, the ash fell from the frigid sky because of the raging volcanoes. But here, it was somehow different, making Rain feel uncomfortable.

    Eventually, the members of the survey team stopped. No one had given the command, but they simply froze in place, looking at the horizon in stunned silence.

    «…Wow.»

    Out there in front of them, far away… it seemed as if a snowy mountain chain was rising from the ashen haze. But as Rain studied the towering mountains closer, she couldn't help but feel a sense of incongruity. Because the shape was wrong.

    Then, something clicked in her mind, and she opened her mouth in shock… or horror. Or awe.

    The mountains weren't mountains at all. Instead, they were bones.

    An inconceivably large skeleton lay on the ground in the distance, too large to be seen whole. What Rain had thought to be the slopes of a mountain chain were several titanic ribs, each rising into the sky like ivory pillars that supported its weight.

    The skull of the unfathomable corpse was mercifully out of view. The closest group of bone mountains, however, extended far into the Moonriver Plain. It was also shaped strangely, consisting of five lower peaks. Beyond them, a wide ridge rose gradually to a great height, like an eerie stairway to heaven.

    The five mountains were the phalanxes of the colossal skeleton's fingers, and the rising ridge were the bones of its arm.

    One of the porters whispered quietly:

    «G-gods…»

    Rain remained silent, but she felt like uttering something like that herself. There were simply no words to describe her emotions.

    Awakened Ray glanced at them and smiled faintly.

    «Gods? A god, maybe. That is Godgrave ahead of us.»

    The porters, who weren't very well-acquainted with the topography of the Dream Realm, looked at him in confusion.

    He sighed.

    «Godgrave is a Death Zone that serves as the north-eastern boundary of the Song Domain. It is a region of the Dream Realm where Great, Cursed, and maybe even Unholy abominations dwell. As for why it is called that… I think you can see for yourself. Nobody really knows what that terrible skeleton is, but it's easy to imagine that these are the remains of a god. Therefore… Godgrave.»

    The porters shivered.

    «Awakened Ray, sir… are we going there?»

    Ray smiled, but it was Tamar, the leader of the survey team, who answered:

    «No. Of course not. A Death Zone is not a place for humans. Even if we aren't devoured by some abominable horror, the land itself will kill us. Or the sky. More importantly than that…»

    She glanced at the porters and the survey specialists.

    «This is where the Song Domain ends. Queen Song's authority does not reach Godgrave, so you can't go there. As soon as you do, your souls won't be protected by the Queen's grace anymore, and you'll be summoned into the First Nightmare.»

    She sighed.

    «In short, our mission is complete. We will camp here and turn back tomorrow… returning to the main camp should not take us nearly as long as it took to come here, since we'll be going in a straight line, The marching will be more intense, so prepare yourselves!»

    With that, she turned her back to the Incredible sight of the colossal bones, as if not at all impressed by it.

    Rain suppressed the desire to scoff.

    «That's a Legacy for you…»

    Would it kill Tamar to act like a normal girl? No one could remain calm when witnessing something that unimaginable. Why did she feel the need to put on airs?

    Lady Tamar wasn't exactly unpleasant… but she was definitely more than a little stuck-up. Rain, who was used to rolling in the dirt, couldn't help but be entertained by how laboriously the younger girl tried to maintain an austere facade.

    She often felt a compulsion to mock the Legacy heiress mercilessly… well, or at least tease her a bit. Of course, she never did — Rain wasn't stupid enough to mock a Legacy.

    Only a complete idiot would do something like that. Even the best outcome would be receiving a challenge to a duel…

    The survey team made camp. Since it was the last day of their official duties, they made a larger fire than usual and roasted all their remaining monster meat. Even the three Awakened joined the rest of the team members, leaving the Echo to guard the camp.

    Of course, the pilgrim did not join them, either. The dead man remained standing at the edge of the camp, emotionless and unfeeling, staring into the darkness with his glassy eyes.

    It was a bit creepy to be in his presence, but the members of the survey team had long learned to ignore the dead man.

    This time, it was Awakened Fleur who cooked for everyone. Her easy smile and friendly demeanor put everyone at ease, so the conversation flowed freely.

    «Oh… Lady Tamar… if you don't mind me asking…»

    Carel, the old goat, was uncharacteristically shy in front of the young Legacy. He mumbled something quietly, and asked in a cautious tone:

    «I couldn't help but notice that you weren't very impressed by that huge skeleton. Have you seen Godgrave before?»

    Tamar glanced at him coldly, lingered for a few moments, then shrugged.

    «I did see it before. Actually, all three of us are familiar with Godgrave. That is where the Spell sent us on the winter solstice.»

    The eyes of the porters widened. Even Rain was stunned.

    «What the hell? It sent these kids to a Death Zone? How were they alive?»

    At the same time as she felt surprised, she was also feeling a little guilty. As it turned out, Tamar had not been acting haughty… she was just familiar with the titanic skeleton. More than that, whatever had happened to them there must have been quite traumatic. So, she was probably hiding her unease under the facade of indifference.

    «…Talk about being prejudiced.»

    Rain sighed, ashamed of herself.

    The porters, meanwhile, were staring at the three Awakened in awe. Eventually, old Carel asked:

    «On the winter solstice? I… ah… I would have thought that Lady Tamar would use the Dream Gate…»

    It used to be that every Sleeper was sent to the Dream Realm on the winter solstice, where they had to find a Gateway, anchor themselves to it, and thus Awaken. These days, however, the situation had changed.

    It was possible to pass through a Dream Gate before the solstice and anchor oneself in advance. That way, there was no risk of being sent to some unforgiving land, away from human Citadels.

    Tamar's gaze darkened, prompting Fleur to laugh nervously.

    «Oh, that… we completed our First Nightmare in late autumn, so there was not a lot of time before the solstice. There is a lot of paperwork involved in getting access to the Dream Gate, as you know. We just went to the Academy and tried to prepare ourselves instead.»

    She glanced at Tamar and smiled.

    «Well, Ray and I did. Tamar's father is a Saint, so he could have brought her to the Lake of Tears personally, without the need of using the Dream Gate. Still, we met at the Academy.»

    The porters looked at the young Legacy with confusion. After a bit of awkward silence, one of them asked:

    «That… lady's father must have been terribly busy…»

    She furrowed her brow.

    «He wasn't.»

    Then, Tamar blinked.

    «…I mean, he was. He is. But that is not why.»

    Actually, Rain knew what she meant.

    There might have been a safer way to Awaken for most Sleepers, but not for Legacies. That was because the Legacies had always had such an option — they just never used it. For them, the trial of the Nightmare Spell was like a sacred rite.

    Legacies were fundamentally a warrior caste — the martial aristocracy of the new world. Their culture was uniquely harsh and unforgiving, forging them into people capable of facing the senseless terror of the Nightmare Spell. They took their valiance seriously.

    Being sent into the Dream Realm on the winter solstice was a rite of passage. Some would say that it was an unnecessary risk… maybe even point to the Forgotten Shore as an example.

    Thousands of young men and women had perished there before Changing Star finally conquered the Gateway.

    But, at the same time, those who had survived were among the strongest champions of humanity now. Most were Masters, and some were Saints. Changing Star herself, Song of the Fallen, Nightingale, Raised by Wolves… those were legendary names.

    So, even if Tamar's father had been afraid of sending his daughter to her death, he would have still done it. Because that was how Legacies were.

    Rain sighed.

    «That is so messed up.»

    How had the leader of Clan Sorrow felt, willingly putting his daughter's life at risk?

    How had Tamar felt, knowing that her parents would rather see her dead than weak?

    Things like that would mess one's head for life.

    Suddenly, Rain didn't want to mock the young Legacy anymore.

    She lingered for a few moments, the asked curiously:

    «But how did you survive? As Lady Tamar said, a Death Zone is no place for humans. To make it out alive… it's like a miracle.»

    The three Awakened looked at each other somberly.

    Eventually, Ray answered with a pale smile:

    «We… received help.»

    Fleur shivered.

    «Yeah. No human can live in a Death Zone… but actually, one human does. Well, at least he… he seems like a human? Nobody is really sure.»

    Tamar nodded with a dark expression.

    «He was the one who saved us. The Lord of Shadows…»


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      siccricc
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      Sunny is going to be so smug about this it's insane.
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      Zrilla
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      Я уже представляю реакцию реин когда она узнает что еë учитель это и есть повелитель теней и то что он ей ниразу не врал
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        Dummybaron
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        Особенно после смерти Суверенов) и становлением Нефис на трон.
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    Start spamming refresh folks!
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    Em questão de quem é mais difícil de matar eu usaria assim: Mordret e Sunny brigariam pelo 1° lugar e nefis ficaria no segundo, acho que se Sunny tivesse os mesmos núcleos (7) que nefis ele ganharia, Mordret ele é praticamente imortal dês de quando nos foi apresentado ele já não possuía corpo como isso ? Ninguém sabe
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      Mordret é tipo um demônio, você pode matar ele, mas ele sempre volta
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    i kinda have the hope that the squad will regain their memories through some way or another
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      Om3ga Opiness😎
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      They will but its prolly no where near now.Sunny would have to be at least a supreme....because when he met his future self in the previous nightmare ,he said he came back to the river of time with Nephis.My guess is, its related to getting the strings back from the Vile bird or sth.So yh its going to be like this for a while sigh
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        Dummybaron
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        I think it related to just Sunny being Sunny, holding so much grudge towards Thieving Bird that he went to Thomb only to kill it, and if that allow to get his strings of Fate, well choive to reattach it back or no is up to him. But I doubt he would, not imidiately at least he promised to entirely break Fate after all, getting his Fate back is hypocritical and kinda break the point of why he lost it in the first place.
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          Om3ga Opiness😎
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          Sunny has always been hypocritical ngl.Yes he wanted to selfishly break fate but after seeing all the things he lost and the fact that no one remembers him,part of him still wants to go back and be fate's bitch especially if it means getting back Nephis
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            If Sunny does it, then I hope Cassie going to beat him up cus it would be justified.
            Edit: Yeah I know Sunny was always hypocritical, but I really hope he would change for better, and it was his own wish too right? To break Fate.
            Edit 2: Wait, he can "kill" Fate right? Would it become part of Death Domain that way?
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              Om3ga Opiness😎
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              Thats a nice angle!! So now instead of destroying it,which is virtually impossible even if it is,i doubt their conscience will allow them especially after we found out how these fate strings are interwoven with each other.Destroying it means ,everyone becomes forgotten.Even if Sunny wants to do it, i doubt Nephis wil allow it.The better approach would be your angle,where instead of destroying it,Sunny assimilates it into his domain somehow,thus fate looses the control it has reader
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