In the vast expanse of the Nihility, the woman, armed with her sword, Naught, took her stance.

The exquisite, pristine sword shimmered crimson as it reflected off the dark, black waters.

Firefly, Black Swan, and she had devised a straightforward plan: safeguard everyone from the Order and obliterate it.

Yet, a pivotal element was necessary—to annihilate the Order using its antithesis, essentially the Path's opposite.

She was that crucial element, a wielder of the borrowed powers of Nihility.

Sunday envisioned a world immersed in dreams, but his fate was sealed to fail, regardless of temporary victories; ultimately, he was doomed to defeat.

The Perfect Order harbored a fundamental flaw countered by Nihility.

In this envisioned perfect dream, actions were inconsequential.

Take, for instance, the Knights of Beauty's aspiration to resurrect Idrila—a futile endeavor since THEY are deceased in reality.

Any achievements within the dream bore no significance in reality, leading to stagnation.

Perfection reigned, immobility prevailed, all was stagnant, allowing Nihility to gradually fester until inevitable collapse ensued, rendering everything utterly motionless.

Penacony, already tinged with Nihility, provided fertile ground for this infection, where nothing progresses and fulfilled dreams lose their meaning, leading to a numbing sense of insignificance as Nihility finally takes hold.

She, who peered into Nihility's shadows, struck with precision.

She understood this reality deeply, which explained her current predicament.

While she bided her time, a surge of new memories flooded her, overwhelming her consciousness.

Acheron experienced a sharp pain in her head, gripping and shaking it in a vain attempt to alleviate the discomfort that relentlessly bombarded her with recollections.

'These memories are not mine, nor...'

Memories infiltrated her mind, reminiscent of past experiences enveloped in the warmth of an unexpected gathering.

She envisioned an oni observing a man, oblivious to her gaze.

A white-haired man looked upon her with sorrow, his expression mirroring that of a golden-eyed man.

She recalled being rescued by a man, only to be swallowed by the shadows.

And then... a man, radiant with a flaming sword, stepped forward, dispelling a portion of Nihility that had dulled her senses.

That man was Caelus, and her confusion deepened as she grappled with the unfolding events.

Naught was supposed to capture certain aspects of her memory, yet these images infiltrated her mind without her sword's aid.

Still, a flicker of emotions lingered within her, echoing her feelings from their encounter in the Reverie of Penacony and now the memory of his presence in her homeland...

Which memories were real, and which were mere dreams?

A solitary red tear trickled from her eye as she stared into the void.

She pondered quietly, hand to her forehead, 'Caelus... what have you done?'

All the while, amid her turmoil, Caelus engaged in combat with Sunday.

It was a decidedly one-sided battle.

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Caelus directed a stern glare towards the Great Septimus, finding his impression of it quite...

Dull.

Given the chaotic blend of feverish dreamscapes, unwanted memories, and fragmented love he had experienced, he could definitively say that his current adversary paled in comparison.

He adopted a thoughtful pose, thrusting his blade into the ground of the theater and creating a fiery arc. "Would Kevin have destroyed this place had he been here? I suspect he might, though I'm loath to risk collateral damage to the innocents. Especially..."

His gaze fell on the Astral Express Crew sprawled out behind him; the sight was distressingly poignant.

'I must moderate Uriel's fire output to avoid harming them... All I wish is to obliterate this bastard from my presence.'

His expression shifted to boredom when he considered Sunday again, 'Sir Welt mentioned he's the root of this chaos. Compared to past challenges, this feels trivial.'

He had faced and conquered his fears of the Shadow of IX.

Gallagher's pet, Dormancy, was formidable yet innocently behaved.

The seductive advances of Black Swan and Sparkle? His resolve was solely for Mei.

The spatial pressure from the Voyager still unnerved him slightly, though he knew he wouldn't cross paths with the man again.

Sunday perceived Caelus' distracted scratching and deep thought as a dismissive neglect he never wanted to experience again.

The head of the Oak Family bristled with fury at Caelus' casual demeanor, 'How dare he remain so indifferent amidst this crisis? The audacity! The nerve!'

Meanwhile, Caelus pondered, "If I swing my sword towards the center, it would wreak havoc on what lies beyond. I must find a way to confront him without appearing inexperienced in strategy."

He turned to observe Sunday, who was orchestrating the Great Septimus' movements like a maestro, his hands weaving strings of Order.

Musical notes materialized gradually, forming a melodic symphony that filled the air.

With a voice booming with fury, Sunday challenged, "I care not for the origin of your power, but you will not triumph over me!"

The Great Septimus' hands waved again, this time summoning a wand. With a dramatic gesture, he directed the floating notes around Caelus, which then expanded across the floor.

Caelus' eyes widened in alarm, and he instinctively conjured a fiery arc to shield the Astral Express Crew.

'Oh shoot!'

Sunday proclaimed triumphantly, "Witness the power of Order!"

The notes glowed intensely before exploding, propelling Caelus and the Astral Express Crew towards the theater's entrance.

In a panic, Caelus rushed to their side, examining them intently.

They were still breathing, albeit ensnared in a trance-like deep sleep.

"Is this the 'nightmarish reality' Sir Welt warned of? Everyone trapped in their own dreams by Order, or something akin to it?"

At least, he thought, they were now safely distanced from Sunday, who looked on with a smug satisfaction that Caelus could practically feel.

[Hello? Is anyone there?]

'Hm? That voice... could it be!'

Recognizing the voice, Caelus knew it was from one tasked with recording memories for the living.

"Black Swan?" he murmured, feeling a nudge in his thoughts.

[Oh. Oh! Oh my, I didn't expect you to awaken first, dear.]

Moving slowly towards the theater hall, Caelus inquired, "Things have been... eventful. How is Me—Acheron faring?"

The Memokeeper chuckled at his slight hesitation, quickly disregarding it, [Hm~ She's handling what must be done, as is our dear Stellaron Hunter. We've devised a strategy and hope for the best. But with your newfound impressive power, it seems everything is under control.]

Shaking his head, Caelus replied, "I'm relieved they're well... but could you share your plan? I'm contemplating either incinerating everything or plunging my sword into him and ending it swiftly."

There was a brief silence from the Memokeeper.

Caelus halted and observed Sunday, who seemed to be enveloping everyone in a dream.

The Great Septimus ceased its approach, glowing intensely as musical notes formed in diverse harmonies around him.

Caelus couldn't help but feel Sunday was being overly precipitous. He had expected someone so rational to be more attuned to external influences and actions.

'For someone so irate with me, his obliviousness is baffling. I can never understand villains sometimes.'

[Indeed, he does lack awareness. However, his display isn't without reason. He's nearing the completion of his goal, after all.]

Reflecting on the objective, he mused, 'Are you referring to his aim of trapping everyone in a dream? I recall Mr. Welt mentioning something of that sort.'

He felt what seemed like an affirmative response from her. [Exactly. Furthermore, Sunday is leveraging the power of Order to achieve this monumental task. I assumed Gallagher had briefed you on this.]

Caelus stroked his chin, 'Actually, I'd forgotten.'

He sensed a figurative sigh from Black Swan.

Thinking over Black Swan's potential strategies, Caelus glanced at his sword, pulsating with the readiness to ignite. He then recalled Mikhail's Legacy.

"I'm about to open something significant from a certain WatchMaker. Will you observe, Black Swan?"

[Another one of your miracles? You never cease to amaze, but that's just your nature, isn't it? Proceed, Caelus. I'll document it for posterity.]

Caelus felt a chill from her tone, as though her words harbored deeper significance.

He extended his hand, summoning a radiant light upon his palm.

[Oh my.]

The Great Septimus looked upward, and Sunday was overtaken by a mix of dread and admiration, "How is this possible?"

Caelus was puzzled by their astonishment but then sensed an intense scrutiny upon him.

Eyes, numerous and watchful.

A celestial sound enveloped the atmosphere, bestowing divine grace upon those present.

He looked up to see THEM.

A majestic being with periwinkle skin and three faces—each adorned with long white curtain bangs and circlets, and a radiant backdrop of colors like a halo framed their presence.

THEIR body appeared composed of scattered puzzle pieces, clad in a form-fitting garment adorned with cosmic patterns of blue and purple. The outfit's skirt flowed well past THEIR feet, and THEIR neck and torso were encased in a lattice of golden adornments.

THEY gazed down at Caelus with what seemed to be joy.

He gulped, "Mikhail... what have you entrusted to me?"

[Mikhail... you mentioned the WatchMaker, but I never expected that the Aeon, Xipe, would descend to bless you.]

The Aeon of Harmony, Xipe, deemed Caelus worthy of inheriting Mikhail's Legacy, nodding in approval.

Caelus noticed an object in his hand—a hat.

For some reason, he felt a twinge of disappointment inspecting it. Even Kevin's Legacy seemed more impressive.

He sensed Xipe's disapproval at his thought.

'Sorry...'

Xipe gestured upward, and the hat began to tremble in his hand.

"Umm..."

Then, beside him, a familiar entity appeared, brimming with joy.

"Clockie!" Caelus exclaimed.

Clockie waved excitedly, "Clockie! Caelus! I am back!"

With a grin, Caelus asked, "Welcome back, pal. Ready to kick some ass today?"

He rested his sword on his shoulder as Clockie buzzed with excitement, "Clockie! I don't know what 'kick some ass' means, but I definitely want to kick today! My emotions are at an all-time high!"

Caelus laughed and looked from his hat to Xipe, who was smiling at him.

"Err... I don't quite know how to say this, but... Thank you, dear Aeon?"

THEY responded to Caelus' awkward gratitude with a clap, the sound as melodious as the finest music ever played.

Caelus then smiled, "I take that as your welcome... Now, let's put this on."

He looked at the hat again, placed it on his head, and felt the power of Harmony coursing through him.

The Stellaron within him curiously regarded Harmony, but accepted it, savoring the power now belonging to Caelus, a perfect blend of Harmony and Destruction.

Clockie examined his new form with a cheerful grin, "Is this the part where we dance?"

Caelus stretched out an arm, noticing how the hat seemed to lighten his physique, "Dance? You mean, actual dancing?"

Black Swan's laughter echoed in the background, and Clockie responded with a deadpan, "Never mind..."

It seemed Caelus had returned to his characteristic obliviousness.

Sunday snapped, "Enough!"

The Septimus' arm swung with renewed vigor, causing the notes to materialize and expand dramatically.

Caelus turned to Clockie and Black Swan, asking urgently, "Can you two ensure my friends are safe? I need to take the offensive."

Clockie flashed a thumbs up, while the Memokeeper assured, [I will gather them to safety. Your little friend will assist me. Isn't that right?]

Clockie leaped up, "Clockie! Anything for Caelus!"

A card linked to mischief materialized among the Astral Express Crew, absorbing them and Clockie into its fold.

Now alone with Sunday, Caelus was prepared to unleash his full power.

He turned, his gaze hardening as he faced the imposing figure with disdain.

Glancing around, he noted the notes poised to detonate and realized Xipe was no longer present, 'THEY didn't stop Sunday...? More on my plate, then.'

He confronted the Family Head, "I would have thought you'd cease your... whatever this is, after witnessing Xipe."

Hearing this, Sunday felt mocked. He had sought to bless everyone with perpetual dreams of Harmony, yet his pleas remained unanswered. Meanwhile, Caelus, who had not sought such gifts, was lavished with them.

Caelus desired peace for himself, while Sunday aimed to extend it to everyone. Yet, only Caelus had been favored.

The Great Septimus loomed over him like a predator eying its prey, and Sunday's voice thundered, "How dare you act so arrogantly? Despite everything I've achieved, you have everything, yet you seek only to destroy my plans!"

Visions of soldiers looking disdainfully at the white-haired man and politicians plotting against him flashed by. The powers ingrained in him through experiments with Parvati were meant to counteract the flames, but with all his strength, he remained isolated, unable to save those around him.

Caelus began, "I fight for everyon—"

Sunday cut him off, "You fight for yourself! You selfish wretch! You are but a child amidst adults striving to realize their dreams, and your mere presence obliterates them."

Caelus fell silent, while Uriel's flames gathered strength unseen.

A vision appeared of a white-haired man battling the Herrscher of Corruption, the 12th Herrscher, as she annihilated the last three cities with nuclear force. Hope faded fast, but the pink-haired elf urged him to hold on.

Sunday continued, "Why must everyone oppose my ideals? I have always longed to liberate everyone from their unseen shackles."

A memory surfaced of the white-haired man watching his era end at the hands of the Herrscher of the End, powerless as he clashed against her over the moon. The Shuhadaku of Uriel shone like a lone star in a dying world.

The Great Septimus spread its arms wide, "Order shall bring peace to all, and we shall embrace it wholeheartedly! And I shall start by removing you—"

A vision of a man, transformed by his own coldness, repelling others as his anger engulfed him. His indifference faded as he focused on a goal.

"Enough."

Boom!

The Great Septimus suddenly found itself an arm short, and Sunday stared in disbelief at where it once was, now replaced by cinders and the bright afterglow of golden flames, which charred the surrounding area.

The Oak Family Head shivered as he looked at Caelus, who stood confidently with his sword drawn, his arm poised from the recent swing.

Sunday, rattled by the display, thought to himself, 'This man has unleashed such devastating flames! Such actions should carry severe consequences, yet he remains unaffected.'

It seemed Sunday might have bitten off more than he could chew.

He clicked his tongue in frustration, trying to provoke Caelus, "Mere flames will not dissolve Order. What do you plan to do next if that's all you've got?"

He awaited a response from Caelus, but the silence that followed unnerved him.

The Trailblazer he had observed since his arrival on Penacony, the loud and brash companion of new friends, was no more.

The man before him was now silent and grave.

Caelus, intoxicated by Kevin Kaslana's memories of seeking revenge against Honkai, now fixated on Sunday as his target.

Sunday tried to shake off a growing sense of dread, convincing himself that Caelus was merely deep in thought, despite his intense expression.

Then, unexpectedly, Caelus leaped from his position, soaring high, prompting the Great Septimus to look up as Caelus, with his flaming sword, traced a comet-like arc through the sky.

'Beautiful,' Sunday found himself thinking unwittingly as Caelus cut through the air, his form a blazing star.

Then reality hit him. Flames engulfed him, a furious torrent that swept across the theater like a sea of fire, imbued with the wrath of Kevin and Caelus, channeled through Uriel.

"Gagh!"

Sunday felt a forceful tug at his chest and saw Caelus' hand gripping it, then yanking hard.

A silent scream escaped Sunday as he endured excruciating pain from the assault.

It was humiliating, affecting him deeply. Order was supposed to protect him!

Pulled from the Great Septimus and away from the Emanator of Harmony, Sunday was dropped onto the searing hot ground.

He looked in disbelief at the remains of Harmony's product—the Great Septimus reduced to ashes, the surrounding theater ablaze, smoke billowing around them.

Sunday fell back, recoiling in shock as he took in the scene.

Then, he saw the man who now personified fear for him.

Caelus stood over him, looking down with an intensity that was deeply unsettling.

Sunday would have dismissed such a gaze in the past, but now he was genuinely disturbed by the Trailblazer's empty, burning eyes.

Typically, enemies exhibited glee or contempt, or even pity in their eyes.

But Caelus' gaze was different; it was devoid of emotion, suggesting a desire to burn everything down, as if possessed.

Unbeknownst to Sunday, Caelus was experiencing sudden flashes of memory from Kevin.

The Flamechaser who had almost sacrificed humanity for a project that led to his downfall.

Caelus envisioned a trio of women overpowering him with unimaginable strength, yet Kevin remained resolute in his beliefs.

Sunday's words had triggered these memories, making Caelus feel as if they were being projected onto him.

More troubling, in Kevin's memories, was a purple-haired woman—once a lover, yet also his assailant before his demise.

Caelus glared at Sunday and grabbed him by the collar, "You call me selfish, yet you orchestrate all this just to cast yourself as a hero."

He hurled the Family Head against a nearby pillar, and Sunday spat blood as he collided.

Sunday was in pain, unexpected under the supposed protection of Order.

He had manipulated Order so that the Astral Express Crew felt real pain, but Caelus turned Harmony against him, making him feel what the crew had endured.

Caelus noticed Sunday's pain and said, "My friends suffered because of you. I was told we shouldn't feel any physical pain in this dream."

As Caelus approached, Sunday tried to crawl away, pained and desperate.

"St-Stay away, you monster!"

Caelus continued, undeterred, "Monster? You've hurt my friends, and I cannot forgive that."

Sunday struggled, feeling the harsh effects of Harmony—the power he was initially blessed with—now turning against him.

Caelus added, "I'm not sure how you caused their pain, but it seems fair you experience the same."

He tipped his hat lower, shadowing his eyes, "Look at you, pitifully crawling away. Shouldn't you, as the leader, accept your punishment?"

Sunday's eyes widened in fear, "Damn you, Gallagher. Damn you for bringing this monster here!"

The flames danced around Uriel, and Caelus relished the sword's satisfaction with the destruction.

"If punishment is due, I shall be the judge."

Caelus raised Uriel, the sword blazing as it pierced the dreamlike sky.

Then, with the sword aglow, Caelus declared grimly, "If you seek redemption, I shall be your executioner."

Sunday shut his eyes, uncertain of his fate.

"Stop!"

Caelus paused his strike and turned, spotting a woman of Halovian descent.

Sunday's eyes flickered open at the sound of his sister's voice, transitioning from fear to surprise, "Robin!"

Robin gasped, feeling the oppressive heat of the flames, as stifling as being trapped in a forest fire.

Gazing into Caelus' eyes, she felt an involuntary shiver of fear.

Although she had only briefly interacted with the Trailblazer, his tales of valor had painted a picture of a man unlike the one before her, challenging her perceptions of heroism.

She had overheard the entire exchange between her brother and Caelus while confined within the Great Septimus, only to be freed moments after the Emanator's destruction.

The venue, once alive with the ethereal sounds of musical instruments, now lay in ruins, engulfed in flames and destruction.

Robin's voice trembled as she pleaded, "Caelus, please stop! The Family should be the ones to decide my brother's fate." Her words, though difficult to express, were meant to dissuade Caelus from taking lethal action against Sunday.

Unmoved by her plea, the Trailblazer retorted, "And what if he escapes and repeats his deeds? Will you then accept responsibility?"

Despite his fury and the haunting presence of Kevin's memories, Caelus still exhibited a trace of righteousness and duty.

He wasn't foolish; rather, he sought satisfaction in meting out punishment.

Robin affirmed, "It is our duty, and we will ensure his punishment is just."

Sunday was about to protest, but a stern look from Caelus silenced him.

As Caelus drove his sword into the ground, he challenged, "What of the innocents ensnared by this Order? The consequences of such power are severe and damaging."

With a hand over her racing heart, Robin asserted, "Through the power of Harmony, this blight will be cleansed. I vow to restore those affected by this tragedy. Penacony is my responsibility as well."

Caelus raised an eyebrow, noting the earnestness in Robin's declaration.

Reliable though she was, he probed further, "That's all well and good, but how do you propose to dissolve the Order?"

Realizing the weight of his question, Robin closed her mouth, momentarily at a loss.

Caelus sighed in frustration, his gaze shifting to Sunday, who flinched under the intensity of his scrutiny.

Pressing him, Caelus demanded, "Explain how you wielded the power of Order."

The urgency in his voice prompted the Oak Family Head to shiver, his response tinged with a high pitch, "The Stellaron! The—"

Cutting him off, Caelus snapped, "Enough, that's all I needed."

Dismissing the tale of how the Stellaron came to be here, he already knew from Mikhail's Legacy.

Massaging his temples, Caelus muttered, "Of course, the Stellaron. Why does it always involve that thing whenever we explore a new planet?"

He could almost sense the Stellaron nudging at his consciousness, asserting its presence.

Sunday pointed towards the backdrop of the theater, revealing, "The Stellaron is concealed here, which is why I chose this location."

Surveying the chaotic scene, Caelus scrutinized the area while Robin swallowed nervously.

Caelus queried, "So, destroying it is the solution?"

This question left both Robin and Sunday horrified, unaware of the potential repercussions on Penacony.

Yet Caelus posed the question with casual simplicity.

Under his breath, Caelus murmured, "Your silence confirms it."

Turning to Robin, he asked, "Can you escort your brother out of here?"

Overcome with fear, she stammered, "Y-yes, but you're really going to destroy the Stellaron here?"

Caelus hummed thoughtfully, "Yes. It's always concealed elsewhere, but this one... it's unsettling."

Despite her reservations, seeing his determination, Robin resigned herself to accept his decision.

Holding on to the hope sparked by his past heroics, she chose to trust him, prepared to face the fallout later.

Exhausted, she sighed, "Take care then..."

Hoisting Sunday onto her shoulders, she felt her strength wane under the burden.

Just as she was about to teleport away, Caelus called out, "Hey..."

With a puzzled look, Robin turned back.

Caelus casually asked, "Do you think you can rebuild this theater? If it's destroyed, blame it all on him, okay?"

Surprised by his attempt at humor amid the seriousness, Robin managed a smile, "Hehe, worry not; my dear brother will bear the consequences of his actions."

With that, she vanished, leaving a trail of feather-light glitter, while Caelus nodded in approval, "That's good enough. Now then..."

He inhaled deeply, clearing his mind from the corrupting influence that threatened to consume him.

Although his harsh treatment of Sunday might have been somewhat justified, the words he had used were unnecessarily cruel.

That was out of character for him. He could be cocky at times, but this was something else entirely.

"Maybe that's why Kevin never wanted the title of a hero..."

Perhaps he had been too consumed by Kevin's memories, becoming indifferent to moral dilemmas and the like.

Was this the consequence of wielding too much power too suddenly?

He took another deep breath and sighed heavily.

The smoldering remains of the theater's pillars crashed behind him, sending a shockwave his way, but he stood firm.

The damage could have been less extensive, the antagonism less severe. Yet, he had unleashed his fury unrestrained, like a dragon rather than a man.

Kevin had called him Diligence, but he had turned it into something far more destructive.

No, he could change.

"I can change," he whispered amid the flames.

He was determined to thrive, to succeed.

Kevin's methods of salvation were dubious, but they had brought hope. The man had pure intentions of saving others, but the malicious Honkai had corrupted his efforts.

Kevin had joined the cause of justice because his beloved had fought against the Honkai.

"Love..." he murmured, covering his mouth with his hand.

In his overwhelmed state, he had forgotten about the purple-haired woman he had met in Penacony.

Besides the Astral Express Crew and a few friends, she was the one who truly brought him to life.

Raiden Bosenmori Mei, that was the name she was known by now...

"Acheron," Caelus whispered lovingly.

The name Acheron anchored him in the present, while Raiden Bosenmori Mei connected him to his past.

He envisioned a white-haired man, before his experiment on Parvati, laughing across a table at a purple-haired woman in glasses, who blushed at his remarks.

This vision transformed into one of a silver-gray-haired man chatting with a purple-haired woman wielding an Odachi, both seated on a bench, sharing their secrets. He grinned while she smiled softly.

Perhaps these parallels were why Kevin had chosen to reveal his legacy to him.

He was worthy, indeed. He was determined to better himself.

Against the fiery backdrop, he called out, "Acheron... are you listening?"

On the other side, Acheron heard him, surprised, and replied.

"Yes... I assume you know what I must do?"

Caelus heard her distant voice and responded, "Yeah, how about we do it together?"

In the realm of Nihility, she queried, "What do you mean?"

He smiled as the lake of smoldering debris swirled around him, "Save Penacony. You and I, together. What do you say?"

He could sense her heartbeat, as if she stood right beside him, enveloping him in an embrace.

She whispered back, "I've always fulfilled my duties alone... this will be the first time I have a companion by my side to succeed."

His heart pounded against his chest as he raised his sword; Uriel sang with flames and destruction.

Acheron unsheathed Naught, the red blade halting the waters as if freezing time itself.

Naught would shatter the dream enveloping all, while Uriel would destroy the Stellaron, not merely sealing it as he had done before.

Their intentions aligned, and they swung their blades.

Swoosh!

The waters surged like a tsunami, shattering the victims' dream-induced perceptions and reverting them to their original dream states, awakening everyone from the perpetual dream.

Boom!

The theater erupted in a radiant golden explosion, and Caelus watched it ignite as he was hurled into the air.

He felt the air rush against his skin at high speed, falling from the sky like a meteor.

This time, it seemed he might truly die upon landing in this dream landscape.

However, a presence reached out to him—a white-haired woman with a red blade, her hand extended toward him.

"Caelus!"

It was the first time he heard her voice crack with such desperation. He reached out his hand in response.

Their hands clasped, and she pulled him close, refusing to let him out of her sight or touch.

They had played their part, and now the Family and others would have to address the aftermath of today's events.

For the two of them, there would be a day together, undisturbed, united in their love.

End of Chapter

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A/N: Writing this from 10 PM to 3 AM wasn't the best decision I've made, but this chapter was overdue. Just to announce, this book will have two more chapters left, maybe three, but the maximum will be three.

On a side note, I was having a blast with Black Myth: Wukong, which gave me too many ideas for future and current books.

I think that's all. And like I said, writing until 3 AM wasn't the best decision; it can leave you a wreck, but at least this was delivered.

Now... good night, or morning! I shall go to sleep. ZZZ