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Chapter 1961: Soul of a poet.

Several more days passed… Sunny would have lost count of how many, honestly, if not for the fact that two of his incarnations were out there in the world — one marching with the Song Army, the other preparing to raid and destroy its supply lines.

He had spent these days immersed in weaving.

At some point, Aiko delivered a collection of Memories to the basement of the Brilliant Emporium. Some of them she had purchased and was about to resell; some had come from the Fire Keepers. Sunny had to take breaks to rest his boiling mind, replenish essence, and weave more shadow threads, so he spent his breaks studying these Memories.

With each Memory he merged with, his insights grew.

Almost two weeks had passed since his battle with Revel. The Marvelous Mimic had long since healed the hole made in the floor of the dining hall by the black arrow, and Nephis was set to arrive any moment now.

Letting out a tired sigh, Sunny took a step back and looked at the Memories resting on the workbench in front of him.

The first of them was the [Bag of Withholding], the spatial storage Memory that had helped him advance his sorcery to a new level.

Next to it was a canteen that looked like it was made from green copper, housed in a black leather sleeve with an intricate image of a coiling serpent etched into it. There were some decorative patterns on the canteen itself, all following the same theme.

In truth, Sunny had crafted it from the leftover scraps of the Huntsman's axe. The canteen was a kind of storage Memory, as well, albeit quite different from the Bag of Withholding — it could store a great volume of water and purify it. Needless to say, it was his crude attempt at replicating the Endless Spring.

The [Knockoff Endless Spring] had been considered, but eventually dismissed.

Crafting the [Green Canteen] had not taken him much time, actually. However, unlike the original, it had to be filled by hand — so, Sunny sent Aiko to do just that. The canteen could really contain a lot of water, so his poor assistant had to spend an entire day filling it under the confused gazes of the Fire Keepers. They even chased her off the Ivory Island when the water level of the lake started to drop…

The third Memory Sunny had crafted for Rain had a very simple enchantment but was exceedingly difficult to devise. In terms of complexity, it might have been the most troublesome of them all, forcing Sunny to really strain himself mentally.

It was a long strip of black silk that could be used as a sash or a scarf, decorated with subtle embroidery. After thinking for a while, Sunny had named it [In Case of Emergency].

The [In Case of Emergency] was meant to serve as a safeguard against a very particular peril — the incinerating radiance of the white abyss that hung above Godgrave. Its function was indeed simple — if given a mental command, it would instantly turn the person wearing it completely still.

After all, Rain could potentially topple after a few hours of immobility due to running out of essence, which would render the entire Memory useless. So, Sunny had tried hard and eventually managed to make the [In Case of Emergency] consume less essence than any Awakened could replenish naturally, thus making its enchantment somewhat passive — as long as it was used by a person of Rain’s weight.

That was it for the utility Memories Sunny had prepared. Pressed for time, he eventually had to turn his attention to other areas.

Next to the neatly rolled sash were three arrows, each possessing a unique enchantment.

They were [Heavy Blow], [Outskirts at Noon], and [Don't Cut Yourself]. All three had black shafts crafted from the charred wood of the Burned Forest. The fletching and arrowheads, however, were different.

The [Heavy Blow] had grey fletching and an arrowhead forged from dull metal. Its enchantment was a vastly improved version of the [Burden of Peace] — one of the enchantments of the sorely missed [Morgan's Warbow]. Once the arrow pierced the flesh of the enemy, its master could pour out their essence to make it immensely heavy. The more essence spent, the heavier the arrow would become.

[Heavy Blow] was meant to slow powerful enemies down.

The [Outskirts at Noon] was also meant to debilitate a strong enemy, but in a much more insidious way. Its fletching was white, and its arrowhead was carved out of bone — a shard of bone Sunny had picked up here in Godgrave. Although its enchantment was his original creation, it was inspired by the [Blessing of Dusk] from the Shroud of Graceless Dusk.

What Sunny had done was store a mental image inside the arrow — a mental copy of the overwhelming disorientation he had experienced after enveloping the outskirts of NQSC with his shadow sense for the first time. Once the arrow struck true, this terrible cacophony of sensations was projected into the victim’s mind, hopefully causing complete sensory overload.

Outskirts at Noon was meant to daze the enemy. The master of the arrow could continue to expend essence to sustain the disorienting effect.

Finally, there was the [Don't Cut Yourself]. Its arrow and arrowhead were green, the latter forged from the same metal as the [Beast of Prey] and the [Green Canteen].

Unlike the other two arrows, which were meant to debilitate enemies, this one was meant to kill. It carried a deadly toxin, infecting the blood of those pierced by its sharp arrowhead. The longer the master of the arrow fed the enchantment with essence, the more poisoned the enemy would become. The harm dealt by the toxin was cumulative, so it was a perfect weapon for Rain, who mostly faced enemies far above her in terms of power. Even though she was much weaker, with enough determination and tenacity, she would be able to slowly kill even the most terrifying of the jungle beasts.

In fact, Sunny had created all three arrows while thinking about how to help his sister deal with Nightmare Creatures that she had no business fighting yet had no choice but to fight.

Sadly, the arrows had active enchantments, so she would have to be tactical about when and how to use them. Nevertheless, he would give her effective tools to choose from, at least.

Lastly, there were the defensive Memories he had crafted.

One of them looked quite unassuming — it was a polished piece of volcanic glass hanging on a leather cord. It was a powerful charm that could passively bestow a moderate degree of resistance to elemental attacks upon its wielder or a high degree of protection if used actively. Better yet, the master of the charm could limit the scope of what resistances were active, thus augmenting them even further. As a bonus, it could either cool the wielder down in case of heat or warm them up in case of severe cold.

Sunny had called the charm the [Piece de Resistance].

…He had no idea what these words meant, exactly, but it sounded fancy and vaguely fitting.

Apart from the charm, Sunny had also crafted a Memory inspired by the chainmail shirt Nephis used to wear — which was a unique piece of enchanted armor that could be worn atop or below other Memories of that type.

The Memory he had devised was designed to augment the defensive properties of the Puppeteer’s Shroud and was made from black, lusterless leather. There was also a lining of light, dark-grey chainmail to make the entire ensemble more durable, effectively adding a second, hidden layer of physical protection to the Puppeteer’s Shroud.

He had called it the [Safety First].

These were all the Memories Sunny had crafted for Rain.

His gaze shifted to one more item lying on the workbench.

It was a bracelet much like his own.

However… Sunny had not been able to finish it yet. He needed Cassie's help to complete the weave of this unassuming, but deeply complicated Memory.

«Still… I have outdone myself this time, if I do say so myself.»

A faint smile appeared on Sunny’s face.

He couldn’t wait to present these Memories to Rain!

There was just one thing that bothered him, though…

Sunny frowned, then summoned the runes and glanced at the list of his own Memories.

[Shadow Chair], [Overpriced Saddle], [Weaver’s Needle], [Handy Bracelet], [Quintessence Pearl], [Definitely Not Me]…

His gaze shifted to the Memories he had crafted in the last few days. [Bag of Withholding], [Green Canteen], [In Case of Emergency], [Don’t Cut Yourself], [Outskirts at Noon], [Safety First]…

He closed his eyes and let out a quiet sigh.

There was no denying it.

«I guess… I have a poetic soul, too

Sunny was starting to understand how he and Rain had ended up with their weird names.

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    GoatBom
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    Neph CANNOT let Sunny name their kids
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    6pain
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    Hope Sunny unlocks something from the action with Nephis
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      Turnc4406
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      The next step of Shadow Dance. The horizontal version.
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      Dummybaron
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      What he suppose to unlock? Like really what do you think he suppose to unlock? How would that even work?
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        Elrenegat
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        He is probably talking about the mangekyou sharingan
        At least that's my guess
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          Alfametadol
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          соияние Санни и Нефис в целях исследования страстии и улучшения танца теней blushed
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    SrgtLock
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    A good brother cares for his siblings well being before his own, truly a poetic soul.
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      Geras Blackwood
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      It's about Sunny's mother. She was a poet, that's why she gave them such names, if I remember correctly
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        SrgtLock
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        Sunny was born during an eclipse and Rain during a rain storm.
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    Pro100zver25
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    1962: Darkest shadow.

    A deep yawn escaped Sunny as he kneaded his weary shoulders. Despite his status as a Saint — and an extraordinary one at that — even he had his limits. The past weeks had been nothing short of grueling: the fierce battle against Revel, the intricate process of merging with Shadows and Memories, and the relentless week of weaving…

    His mind screamed for rest.

    Neither of his aspects — the Lord of Shadows nor Rain's mentor — had found a moment's peace throughout this ordeal.

    With deliberate movements, he retrieved the [Bag of Withholding], its ancient clasp creaking as he opened it to store the remaining Memories within. Task finally complete, he emerged from the Brilliant Emporium's basement, dreaming of collapsing onto the plush bed awaiting him on the second floor. But first, he made his way to the entrance, where he carefully returned the Silver Bell to its designated spot above the door.

    «There. Back where it belongs.»

    As he gazed at the softly gleaming bell, an odd thought struck him.

    «How ironic.»

    He remembered lamenting his lack of a home once, which had prompted Noctis — another Saint far from his original dwelling — to offer heartfelt counsel. While Noctis had built himself the Sanctuary, Sunny had created something quite different.

    The Brilliant Emporium stood as testament to his peculiar nature. What kind of person crafts a home specifically designed to follow them everywhere, ensuring they could never lose it again? It spoke volumes about his deep-seated fears.

    Yet he couldn't deny its effectiveness. Here he was, living comfortably in his cottage despite the transition from Bastion to Godgrave. A small, satisfied smile played across his lips.

    «Perhaps I'm more clever than I give myself credit for.»

    His thoughts wandered to the Marvelous Mimic's future form. Would it someday house both him and Nephis? The prospect filled him with warmth.

    His smile grew as he imagined sharing this cozy space with Neph. Of course, modifications would be necessary. She'd need her own closet, though knowing her priorities, a training ground would come first.

    Additional rooms would follow — another bathroom, an office, a proper library, and perhaps… a nursery?

    The thought made him cough awkwardly.
    His expression sobered as reality intruded.

    «Ah. Right.»

    If they survived to see that future, they would be Supreme. Nephis would be more than just powerful — she would be a queen, likely humanity's sole ruler, bearing responsibility for both their territory in the Dream Realm and their crumbling homeworld.

    A queen couldn't very well reside in a humble cottage.

    He released a heavy sigh before brightening slightly.

    «Though that's not insurmountable.»

    The Marvelous Mimic possessed another remarkable quality — its ability to reshape itself. Since its form's complexity depended on Sunny's soul strength, by the time he reached Sovereign status, his modest cottage could easily transform into a magnificent palace.

    Sunny scrubbed his face with his hands.

    «What strange paths my mind wanders…»

    «Sleep. I need sleep.»

    He turned toward the stairs, but before he could reach them, the Silver Bell's gentle chime announced Aiko's arrival. She entered the dining hall wearing a bright smile, only to freeze upon spotting him.

    «Boss! You've emerged from the basement?»

    «Her surprise is rather unnecessary… I'm hardly some cave-dwelling hermit!»

    After studying her briefly, he nodded.

    «Indeed. You seem particularly cheerful.»

    Her grin widened.

    «Oh! Saint Tyris has returned to camp. Which means we'll have a break from those awful Cloudbreaks. They're such a nuisance — during the last one, I was headed to the bathroom and got stuck there for four whole hours!»

    Sunny's expression turned deadpan.

    «That's… more information than I required.»

    Then the significance of her words struck him.

    «Saint Tyris has returned…»

    Sky Tide had been traveling with Neph's group.

    Which meant Nephis was back as well…
    His eyes lit up with sudden energy.

    «Finally!»

    With renewed vigor, he turned away from Aiko and headed for the door. After a moment's consideration, though, he used Shadow Step to transport himself to the Brilliant Emporium's second floor.

    Two weeks in the basement had left their mark on his appearance, after all.

    Meeting Nephis looking anything less than presentable was out of the question.

    «A thorough shower is in order…»

    —— —— ——

    While Sunny's anticipation for Nephis's return ran high, the entire Sword Army shared his excitement.

    The army had split its forces between two locations. The main contingent remained at their primary camp, while the expedition force established a secondary position on the dead deity's breastbone. Nephis's return would likely trigger a reorganization of these forces — her delayed arrival stemmed from her mission to secure a safer, broader path connecting the two camps.

    The secondary camp would function as their offensive spearhead against the Song Army, while the main camp provided rear support. The troops stationed within the Breastbone Reach represented the Sword Army's finest — veterans who had survived the nightmarish campaign to claim the Vanishing Lake Citadel, renamed after Nephis reduced most of it to ashes during her confrontation with Moonveil.

    The main camp's soldiers were no strangers to combat either, having gradually conquered the eastern Collarbone Plain while battling the scarlet infestation. However, they knew the expedition force's trials and the battle for Vanishing Lake only through increasingly elaborate tales.

    Whether these stories originated from Clan Valor's elders attempting to boost morale or from Cassie's careful manipulation remained unclear, but they painted grandiose portraits of Summer Knight, the Lord of Shadows, and Changing Star — particularly the latter two. Despite his self-imposed basement exile, Sunny had heard the whispers about the Lord of Shadows. Had he not been that very figure, he might have found himself impressed by the descriptions.

    They spoke of a mysterious entity wielding unfathomable power with ruthless precision. A fearless warrior commanding darkness and death itself, leading an army of terrifying beings against countless monstrosities. Yet simultaneously, a brilliant tactician who preserved his soldiers' lives against impossible odds.

    «Well… perhaps I am somewhat impressive.»

    Sunny often overlooked his own extraordinary capabilities — understandable, given how his opponents seemed to grow exponentially more powerful at an alarming rate.

    But to ordinary Awakened, the Lord of Shadows must appear truly terrifying — a being whose dark powers defied comprehension. The Sword Army's troops counted themselves fortunate to have such an ally, while the Song Army would soon learn to dread the very shadows themselves.

    Fortunately, none suspected that the Lord of Shadows represented merely half of Sunny's true might.

    That knowledge would have robbed them all of sleep.
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      Pro100zver25
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      1963: Brightest star.

      For all the reverence the Lord of Shadows commanded, his reputation paled before the luminous legacy of Changing Star, last scion of the Immortal Flame clan.

      The contrast made perfect sense. Their very essences dictated their roles — one destined to lurk in darkness, the other to blaze like a beacon. More than that, while the Lord of Shadows remained an enigmatic newcomer, Nephis had long since become the beating heart of these people's hopes.

      Their devotion ran deep, rooted in decades of admiring her illustrious family. They had witnessed her meteoric rise firsthand: her extraordinary achievement at the Forgotten Shore, her triumphant return as a Master after a solitary quest across the Dream Realm, and her unwavering protection through the tumultuous years following the Chain of Nightmares.

      Where Sunny's connection to humanity remained tenuous, Nephis had forged bonds of steel.

      Little wonder, then, that the Sword Army's entire camp hummed with anticipation at her return.

      Yet more fascinating was her unexpected popularity among the Song Army's ranks.

      At first glance, it seemed paradoxical — Changing Star stood as their declared enemy. But the same qualities that endeared her to the Sword Army resonated across battle lines. Moreover, word had spread — carefully orchestrated by Cassie, no doubt — that among all Valor's champions, only Nephis had raised her voice against the King's declaration of war.

      Thus, while Song's warriors spat venom at the mention of other Sword Domain Saints, particularly the King himself, they spoke of the Immortal Flame's daughter with something closer to wistful regret.

      This sentiment echoed strongest in Rain.

      Though she seldom discussed Nephis and her companions, Sunny recognized the turmoil in his sister's heart. Her memories, though altered, held clear images: Effie as a neighbor, lessons from Nephis and Kai, casual meetings with Cassie. The prospect of facing them as enemies across a battlefield weighed heavily on her soul.

      But Rain's struggle merely exemplified a broader tragedy. Though presented as a conflict between sovereign Domains, the war between Anvil and Ki Song cut deeper — a civil war that severed bonds of friendship and even blood. The arbitrary nature of their allegiances only twisted the knife; the Nightmare Spell had scattered people across the Dream Realm with cold indifference, and few possessed the means to traverse the vast distances between Citadels or brave the treacherous Stormsea.

      Master Orum's fate stood as a stark example. His clan's eastern location had forced their vassalage to Valor; had the Spell cast them westward, he might have served Ki Song proudly instead of dying a «traitor» in a lightless cell.

      Discontent simmered in both armies. As the initial shock subsided and the specter of impending bloodshed loomed closer, resentment and fear poisoned the air. Yet what choice did they have? The Supremes had spoken, and mere mortals could not defy their will.

      Sunny, however, saw opportunity in their growing disillusionment. As the war's atrocities mounted and hearts grew heavy with grief, he knew the soldiers would become increasingly receptive to Neph's radical solution — the overthrow of the very Sovereigns who had forced them into this fratricidal conflict.

      The enthusiastic welcome greeting Nephis suggested his calculations proved accurate. Even Sunny's fearsome reputation as the Lord of Shadows would serve their cause. In this realm where might made right, his apparent allegiance to Nephis would legitimize her authority. After all, what better proof of her power than her ability to command such a terrifying force?

      Sunny lingered at the warcamp's gates, listening to the excited chatter of the crowd:

      «They've returned!»

      «The Fire Keepers all made it…»

      «Glory! Glory!»

      Whispers about his alter ego filtered through as well.

      These celebrations masked a bitter truth — the victory at Vanishing Lake had come at a devastating cost. Seven Saints lost, each death not only weakening humanity's defenses but guaranteeing more casualties in the battles to come.

      Though some knew the truth — the bereaved clans had been informed, and word had spread — most preferred to focus on more palatable narratives: the triumph of Changing Star and the Lord of Shadows, the supposed defeat of Dark Dancer Revel and her sisters.

      But such concerns could wait.
      For now, after far too many days apart, Sunny had eyes only for Nephis.
      His smile softened with genuine warmth.

      «There you are.»
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        Pro100zver25
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        1964: Nice experience.

        At the column's head, Nephis advanced with her characteristic grace, every bit as luminous as Sunny remembered. Filtered sunlight pierced the clouded veil above, catching her silver hair in its gentle rays. Her slender form moved with fluid elegance, softly draped in a pristine white tunic that caught the breeze.

        Sunny's eyes widened in surprise.

        «She really meant it…»

        True to her word, she had abandoned her usual attire. Gone was the gleaming steel armor that had made her look so valiant and knightly, replaced by the simple tunic and leather sandals. The change lent her an air of approachable beauty that drew even more attention than her martial appearance had.

        Not that Sunny minded the change.

        Behind her, the Fire Keepers trudged wearily, clearly worn down by the oppressive heat of their journey. Yet Nephis appeared remarkably fresh, as though she hadn't spent days traversing Godgrave's treacherous landscape. Sunny noticed curious droplets of water still clinging to her hair.

        «How does she manage to look so immaculate?»

        The mystery would have to wait.
        While the crowd erupted in jubilant cheers around him, Sunny remained silent, drinking in her presence. Perhaps sensing his gaze, Nephis turned, her eyes finding his among the masses.

        Her lips curved into a smile that stole his breath.

        The crowd's cheering intensified.

        A rough hand suddenly gripped Sunny's shoulder as an overexcited voice bellowed in his ear:

        «Did… did you see that?! She smiled at me!»

        Another voice immediately contested from his other side:

        «Are you daft? Why would Lady Changing Star smile at you of all people? That smile was clearly meant for me!»

        A third voice joined the fray:

        «You're both wrong — it was obviously for me!»

        The soldiers' enthusiasm bordered on hysteria.

        Sunny could only grin at their fervor.

        «Yes, I saw it.»

        But he knew better than all of them.
        His eyes followed Nephis as she entered the camp.

        «That smile was mine alone.»

        Really no one else's.

        —— —— ——

        Once Nephis had arrived, Sunny slipped away to the Ivory Island. With Anvil occupied defending the Vanishing Lake and Morgan protecting Bastion, she remained the sole royal family member in the main camp. Her duties would keep her busy for some time before she could retire to her Citadel.

        Perfect opportunity for preparation.

        His earlier exhaustion had mysteriously vanished, replaced by an energetic buzz that belied his recent sleepless weeks. Only the occasional betraying yawn hinted at his true state.

        «What to do first…»

        Sunny yearned to create a romantic moment with Nephis, but Godgrave offered precious few opportunities for traditional courtship. His knowledge of such matters was limited to vague notions picked up here and there.

        The conventional options seemed simple enough — shared walks, entertainment venues, fine dining. Perhaps visits to cultural institutions or recreational facilities — though he remained unclear on what exactly an «amusement park» entailed. Any activity that let couples share pleasant moments in agreeable surroundings.

        But Godgrave provided none of these. No peaceful promenades, no theaters, no restaurants. No galleries, no festivals, no performances. Their time together usually involved fighting grotesque Nightmare Creatures — thrilling, perhaps, but hardly romantic.

        A frustrated sigh escaped him.

        «Curse this realm.»

        His options for displaying affection were desperately limited. Cooking good meals, offering massages, lending an attentive ear — all worthy gestures, but somehow insufficient.

        Then his eyes flew wide as realization struck. His palm met his forehead with an audible smack.

        «Gifts! How could I forget about gifts? I'm such a fool!»

        A Memory would have been perfect. The oversight stung now that it was too late. Shaking off his self-recrimination, Sunny ransacked the Brilliant Emporium's pantry before using Shadow Step to transport himself to the Ivory Tower. At least he could still prepare a proper feast.

        After weeks of field rations and the sparse fare during their march to Vanishing Lake, she deserved something special. The thought made him chuckle as he worked.

        «Speaking of taste… I'm quite the delicacy myself.»

        The observation wasn't mere vanity — countless Nightmare Creatures had attempted to devour him despite his unimposing frame. Surely his exquisite flavor explained their persistent interest?

        So absorbed was he in his cooking that he missed the soft footfalls behind him. A familiar voice made him start.

        «What has you so amused?»

        Sunny went still before slowly turning.

        Nephis stood there, wearing that subtle smile he adored. Up close, her beauty was even more devastating than it had been at the gates, sending his pulse racing.

        Though perhaps his racing heart owed something to the awkward timing of her question.

        He swallowed hard before deciding honesty was his only option:

        «I was just thinking that I must be quite delicious… you know, taste-wise.»

        Her smile grew, gray eyes sparkling with warmth.

        After a moment's contemplative silence, she replied in her characteristic measured tone:

        «I suppose I'll have to verify that claim.»

        Then her hands found his shoulders, drawing him into a kiss that left no room for doubt.

        His arms encircled her waist as he silently congratulated himself on his response.

        «Well, I guess that settles it…»

        They were clearly resuming where they'd left off before Anvil's untimely interruption at the Vanishing Lake.

        And Sunny couldn't be happier about it.
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          Aupap
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          Uuuuuuuh😭😭, they're gonna bang😭😭
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          Nitin Kumar_2
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          I will be honest . I like these last 2 chapter 10 time more than last 30 chapters. I was complaining about them but I can't complain anything about this 😔
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          Dark light
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          26 ...
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          siccricc
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          they're going to participate in the .... Devil's Tango swindler thrill thrill
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    JAYDEEP
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    Hope someone upload new chapters soon..
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    HeikyZX
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    To understand where the bad naming sense came... you just need to read their names. Either the father or mother doomed their genetics lol
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      Dummybaron
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      It was mentioned, Mother named Sunny - Sunless because he was born during eclipse, and Rain because she was born while it was raining.
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      vijay
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      He was born during the solar eclipse, so his mother named him sunless, and rain was born during raining, so she got the name. Their mother had a very poetic heart..
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    Lost_From_Maidens
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    Reminds me of Weaver's mask "where's my eye"...
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    rekicchi
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    Sunny had called the charm the [Piece de Resistance].

    …He had no idea what these words meant, exactly, but it sounded fancy and vaguely fitting.

    LMAO
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    Dummybaron
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    And thats why Sunny will never learn the Sorcery of Names...

    Edit: to be fair not that bad, I really like how [Outskirts at Noon] sounds. Also Sunny's way of naming reminds me of [Where's my Eye?], especially [Definitely Not Me] and [Don’t Cut Yourself].
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    Justhatboredguy
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    ***** *****
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      Moose
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      I feel you brotha.
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