It took him one and a half days of travel — full speed on Nightmare’s back during the day and using his shadow boat and a simple wind-summoning memory at night — to reach the boundary of the Shore and the misty Hollow Mountains range.
All things considered it was a fairly easy journey.
There were a few complications — if those can be even called that — along the way of course, as some stupid Nightmare Creatures decided that he was easy enough prey for them, in the middle of the sea, with his lone, frail boat.
And as he hadn’t gone fishing for a few months…
Well, long story short, he finally managed to unlock his fourth Core and with it his newest shadow.
Yes, exactly.
Newest…
Because the silhouette he met — after the excruciating process of creating his new Core had come to an end — was one he had never met before.
Or to be precise this shadow was a mix of the other three companions he had in his previous life: Naughty, Creepy and Haughty ones… And all those three combined — in different proportions it seemed, though — created one complete menace… The Freaky one.
He massaged his brows and let out a sigh.
He was aware that his personality had undergone a change in a direction that was far from chaste.
Yet this sudden occurrence had proven that he might have become much more debauched than he initially believed.
And he knew exactly who was at fault…
“That crazy woman,” he muttered half-amused, half-exasperated.
“Yeah, Rain, thanks for the love advice, jeez… ‘Let her hit, bro. What’s the worst that can happen?’ my ass. Nothing, except that now I’m apparently a degenerate who can rival Effie in her best years! Maybe even worse…”
Yeah, after the two of them got together, they’d done a lot of… socially frowned upon things, indeed.
She was very chaotic — in a different way from him, though — lost, abandoned and very, very lonely.
Was it even such a surprise that their two broken souls managed to gravitate to each other?
Sunny exhaled with a smile of reminiscence playing on his face.
He didn’t regret it even for a second.
After what the two of them had?
No.
Never!
He shook his head and moved in deeper.
The interior of the Hollow Mountains met him with exactly the same feeling of cold, darkness and hopelessness as he remembered as he walked along the stony shore of the underground river with an black lusterless lantern attached to his belt and small silvery medalion depicting two snakes coiling around an obsidian-black gem hanging from his neck.
That was a memory he had received for slaying the Forsaken Knight a few months ago — the [Dark Embrace].
It had several useful enchantments, but all of them basically served a single purpose — to make its wielder feel at home when surrounded by the True Darkness: being unnoticed by enemies, navigating through it effortlessly, sensing incoming danger while moving through it, and a few more things.
It was one of the reasons why he had the guts to come here alone, besides the obvious.
As for his purpose in coming here in the first place… To be frank, Sunny had several.
It was true that he needed to receive the last two Shard Memories for his plans to succeed, however, that was not all, and not even his main objective.
His main goal, though, lay much deeper into the Hollow Mountains’ insides, at the very edge of the Underworld itself.
And now — after taking the Dawn Shard from the First Lord’s corpse and a short and fairly easy fight with the Cursed Herald and the Dusk Shard he had received for slaying it — Sunny along with all of his Shadows was quickly making his way downstream of the river of darkness, slowly descending down.
It was several hours of walking already and the first signs of fatigue started to show.
He however could neither rest nor ride Nightmare down below as he knew all too well what kinds of horrors might be hidden within the endless darkness.
The last time he visited this place he was unlucky enough to meet a very nasty Cursed Devil not that far from where he was now.
And even though he was already a Sovereign back then, in the company of another one, possessed an arsenal of deadly Memories, and had three Supreme Shadows to support them in a fight — that creature was just too much for them to handle and the only thing they could do was break through the walls of the Hollow Mountains and escape with their lives.
Thus he could neither lower his guard, nor descend any faster than he was moving now.
After a couple of hours of going down, the river finally started to curve and change its direction slightly.
Then a few changes to the scenery came: unfinished carving on the wall here, a few tunnels from both sides of the stream there, a couple of ruined bridges and old abandoned roads.
All of that signaled that he was passing by closely to some kind of settlement that was there a long, long time ago.
An observation he knew was correct.
But they still continued to descend.
As they went down deeper, though, the strange feeling started to tingle at the very edge of his consciousness.
And it was a very familiar feeling, that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
Something was wrong…
And then after passing one last bridge connecting both sides of the river they finally reached the fork point.
The stream from then on split into three directions: straight like before, moving even deeper into reaches of the other layers of the Underworld, towards where the true horrors were lurking, he knew; right and then sharply spiralling down around a cliff — where, just two hours of travel away, a quite large settlement the Stone Saints had permitted long ago was located; and finally straight to the left.
The last arm of the river looked slightly different though: it was much thinner than the other two; its width not changing even an inch as far as his eye could see; and also it was absolutely straight without a single curve.
That one had been made artificially.
And it was also flowing towards the place where Sunny’s destination was.
As they were coming closer to their goal, the feeling intensified.
A snarky voice whispered in his mind as Sunny gritted his teeth and shook his head in irritation.
He was becoming nervous.
If… if like with Weaver’s Lineage that lead would come out empty… They would be finished.
He was taking a great risk here, he knew that.
The week his travel to the Underworld and back to the Dark City would take could have been spent preparing for the upcoming trial, if he decided to go and challenge a Nightmare.
If he wasted his time here, they would be doomed for sure.
Sunny sighed.
It was a risk he was willing to take though, as not taking it would lead him to the exact same place he was trying so hard to escape from.
And he couldn’t let himself turn into that once again.
This feeling of wrongness, unlike previous times, wasn’t coming from his sharpened intuition — it was staying absolutely silent this whole time for some reason — now he was sure of that.
The source of that, however…
‘That is ridiculous’, he mused, shaking his head slightly with furrowed brows.
‘Why would it be here?’
He didn’t let himself dwell on it too deep though, as he had finally stood in front of a stony wall with countless runes on it.
The river’s stream continued on downwards flowing into the underground canals and powering the giant mechanism that, Sunny knew, was underneath them.
He summoned the [Shapeless Thief] and ordered his Shadows to stay alert.
He couldn’t sense anybody behind the walls, however, unlike the last time, he wouldn’t fall for that trick anymore.
He simply couldn’t let himself be careless, as right now he was merely an Awakened Devil, and a dozen Fallen Monsters plus a Corrupted one guarding this place would be as good as a death sentence to him if he wasn’t prepared.
The smoke shifted in his hands and the next moment a familiar weight of the [Extermination Road] fell into them.
A tingling sensation ran through his arms and down his spine.
He shivered.
That was nostalgic…
The [Thief’s Instinct] was silent, completely overpowered by the enchantment of the weapon he was holding in his hands.
Sunny swallowed as he threw a pleading gaze at the chain, having a mental conversation with it, fully aware that it wouldn’t answer or even care enough to listen.
Yeah… he might as well die from his own weapon, if he wasn’t careful.
It was a weapon that had a pretty simple appearance and didn’t look that menacing: a plain ashen chain about an inch and a half thick, with two wide silvery-blue leaf-like blades connected to both sides.
He, however, knew better… It was pure destruction given form, especially if one were to activate its primary enchantment.
And it also had a fairly high chance of killing its wielder as well, if one were not careful enough.
Considering the fact that he had yet to fully heal after his short confrontation with Crimson Terror, his chances looked even bleaker…
He was even ready to dismiss his Shadows any second, if he deemed the situation dire enough for him to use the chain, as they would inevitably end up being pulled into a crossfire.
Damn, he would have liked to dismiss himself too, if he were completely honest…
‘That is going to hurt like hell,’ he thought dejectedly, mentally preparing for the incoming battle.
He was also scared that he might inadvertently destroy the thing he had come here for in the first place…
Sunny let out a shaky breath, and shook his head, chasing doubts away.
He was already a few steps away from his prize and thus just couldn’t turn back.
He put his hand on the wall with a slight reluctance at the last moment and pushed a bit of essence into it.
The mechanism underneath him creaked and suddenly a vertical line appeared, separating the wall from top to bottom in two halves.
The ground shook as the giant doors started to slide apart.
He jumped back and fell into a stance: legs positioned wide, with the left one forward and bent; upper body twisted; left arm outstretched with the chain’s bluish blade held between his pointer and middle fingers carefully; right one held behind with the connection point of the blade and chain held under his bent thumb and ready for a throw any second.
“Come apart, the bars that hold thee…” he said as the metal in his hands suddenly grew hotter.
The chain vibrated and its links elongated slightly, as the space shimmered around it barely perceptibly.
The imaginary eyes of the disaster that he was holding started to flutter open.
However — as the gap between the opening doors became wide enough for him to perceive the interior of the spacious passage behind them — instead of the rushing mob of ancient Stone Saints, Sunny was met with nothing but empty, stale air.
There was literally nothing but dust.
A gust of wind blew in Sunny’s face as he blinked owlishly.
His Shadows stood in line with him — Serpent in the form of the Forsaken Knight — and looked as disturbed as he had felt, then simultaneously turned their heads to him questioningly.
“What?” he mouthed incredulously.
Now that the gates were open, a feeling at the edge of his consciousness became more pronounced too and by the looks of it he wasn’t the only one who could feel it…
He swallowed, and looked at the passage in front of him, a slight reluctance suddenly possessing him.
He didn’t like it one bit.
What if it was a trap?
What if someone was trying to lure him into a false sense of security?
If it was, then who was the one to set it, though?
Was he being paranoid?
He probably was, but…
He stared at the corridor for a few more seconds, standing completely still, not even breathing as his mind was running in overdrive.
Even though, from a normal person’s perspective, he should be glad that no one was trying to kill him this very moment, Sunny knew better than that.
He lived quite the intense life after all and more than anything he learned to dislike finding himself in situations he couldn’t quite predict.
And this was exactly one such case…
In the end, however, Sunny had no other choice but to give in.
He exhaled heavily and shook his head, chasing the thoughts away, as he took a careful step inside, his faithful companions following him in his wake.
There was no time to hesitate after all.
As they were moving slowly through the vast empty corridor, neither could truly let themselves relax, even though nothing seemed to have any particular desire to attack them.
If anything it made them become even more on guard.
The interior of the passage looked almost exactly the same as he remembered it from his last time… Well there wasn’t much to begin with, as the walls, the floor and the high ceiling were mostly just empty.
However even in these minimalistic furnishings Sunny could notice some differences too.
First of all, the last time — besides the fact that the moment the doors opened he was attacked by a corrupted force of fierce Stone Saints — he was met with weak but nonetheless easily distinguishable in this absolute darkness lighting, coming from the sizably large runes that were carved on the walls with significant distance between each one.
Now though, there was no such thing.
And that was where the second difference came, as all of the surface of the passage was covered by large fissures and crevices and the floor under their feet was even crackling menacingly as they moved forward.
And those very same cracks were the reason why there was no light at all, as it seemed that there was not even a single rune left intact in the corridor.
‘What the Spell has happened here?’ Sunny thought anxiously as he was forced to jump over the large fissure more than three meters wide and going so deep down that he didn’t even need to take a look to know that he wouldn’t ever survive such a fall.
Though, he seemed to be wrong in the end, as the lonely pale light finally became visible in the distance as they reached the massive stairs and started go upwards.
It seemed that at the very least a few runes had survived the cataclysm that had struck this place in the distant past.
It didn’t take long for them to take a step on the flat surface once again as they finally reached the vast, dimly lit room.
No one attacked them there either, to their luck and bewilderment, though.
The room itself was completely devoid of anything or anyone that could even remotely be called alive or just simply aggressive.
The surface of the place was covered in cracks too, but looked barely damaged compared to the corridor that led them here.
The previous owner and builder of this abode had put some effort into making the room much sturdier, it seemed.
Most of the lighting was still destroyed though, but it wasn’t much of a problem for him.
Sunny looked around, as his gaze stayed for a moment on two wooden doors, opposite the passage that he had just come from.
He frowned as an intrusive tug tingled his thoughts more noticeably this time and then let out a sigh the very next second, shifting his gaze to the side.
It wasn’t the time for that, yet.
To Sunny’s left stood one simple yet quite spacious and sturdy bed that this place’s master used whenever he decided not to go back to his palace and took a rest here.
Not that he needed much of it, to begin with.
At the center of the room stood a grimy, dusty table, with a lonely chair standing next to it.
From the looks of it — unlike the bed — it probably had never been used at all, and wasn’t in that good of a condition compared to other items and furniture.
Finally, to Sunny’s right — opposite to the bed and table — there was a long and wide workbench that stretched along the entire wall, even bending to the other one’s side.
Its surface was cracked a little too and was covered by numerous instruments, half-rotten parchments and unfinished devices.
Sunny’s lips twitched.
This place was one of Nether’s numerous workshops that were located all over the Dream Realm and inside the layout of the Underworld especially.
From what Sunny had managed to discover in his previous life, this one was created and used somewhere between the time of the youngest Daemon’s love affair with the Storm Goddess and the subsequent short war campaign that he led afterwards.
Speaking of why Sunny came here… Well, where else should he look for answers to his current problems if not in the abode of probably the most renowned inventor this land had ever seen?
Besides, he knew exactly what he was searching for.
He turned the Thief into its smoke form, then dismissed it completely, left Nightmare behind, and commanded Saint and Serpent to watch the two other passages, as he moved towards the bench.
He examined the worktop and items lying on it with interest as he walked slowly along its edge, stopping a few times to take a closer look at the Prince’s unfinished inventions and some barely readable notes scribbled on the dusty rotten parchments.
However, everything that he had seen so far looked like junk and failed attempts at some grand project Nether was testing here.
It seemed that things the owner of this place deemed useful enough, if any, were taken with him a long time ago…
But then, deep underneath the small mountain of rubbish, something glittered barely perceptibly.
Sunny’s eyes caught sight of it, and a small nervous smile slipped across his face.
After a quick cleanup, he managed to carefully extract the object in question and examine it from all sides, making sure that it was still intact.
Only then could he finally let out a sigh of relief.
The operation was a success.
The item he was holding in his hands was a relatively small — around thirty centimeters in length and eight in diameter — hexagonal black-jade cylinder, covered in bronze engravings on all of its surface.
At the center of it, on each of the two opposing sides was a small symbol in the form of a bright aquamarine star surrounded by a circle of long black feathers, twisting around it slightly.
It was one of the many failed attempts of the esteemed Prince of the Underworld in creating a Domain Canceler, and from all the other things Sunny had seen in this workshop it was the best one.
This cylinder was created using the Prince’s eldest brother’s sorcery, and while it was crude and incomplete — compared to Weaver’s or even Sunny’s best creations — it worked.
Not perfectly though.
But by the looks of it, either Nether had managed to create a fully working solution, or he had simply given up at some point and had gone into a battle without it at all.
Well, while this thing was in a somewhat working condition it couldn’t ever hope to cancel the destructive Domain of the primordial God — and he believed that was the purpose altogether.
Sunny didn’t need to cancel a Domain of the Divine being, though.
His goal was much simpler — to contain one, belonging to a Corrupted Titan at worst.
And while the Creature was absurdly overpowered for its rank, it still lacked one key thing to realize all of its potential — the Supreme, or Great in the case of Nameless Sun — authority.
Thus, with a few tweaks in the enchantment of the item, Sunny hoped it would be enough to erase the soul-destroying pressure the creature emanated.
It was a first step, not nearly enough to defeat the monster, however it was a start.
Not wanting to wait any longer, Sunny summoned the Memory and went to work.
It was a pair of leather gloves with seven long pointy fingers on each — the additional two his shadow was occupying at the moment.
The tips of the fingers were elongated with sharp and thick claws made of ebony wood, with small holes in each one, through which the black — invisible to all but him — threads were slipping out.
That little Memory — that he dubbed [Why, am I doing it, I want to sleep so fucking much] in his sleep-deprived state at some point — was the result of the most infuriating project he had in a while.
Sunny had spent more than a month, forsaking any rest more times than he could count, to make it, with more failed attempts than he would like to admit.
It was worth it in the end though, he believed, as this item, unremarkable at first glance, allowed him to shape his essence into strings of sufficient quality to create Memories of Ranks higher than Awakened in a reasonable amount of time.
Though, not as good as created by the ability provided by the Weave…
The newest menacing mask of his — the [Devil’s Smile] — was actually his greatest fuck-up-turned-blessing, as initially he wanted to recreate the weaker version of the [Where is my eye] enchantment that would have allowed him to see the spellweave more clearly, but in the end somehow it turned into a mix of strengthened [Where You Are Not] of the [Forgotten Repentance], weakened [Mantle of Lies] and Nightmare’s [Mantle of Fear] ability.
As he had to spend his last Transcendent Soul Shard on it, Sunny was fairly disappointed with the outcome at first.
However, the enchantment itself, while being a bit of a mess, turned out to be an extremely useful one.
And now, a few weaker items with a similar enchantment were being put to good use by Seishan and her Handmaidens inside the Castle walls.
Oh, what a resourceful and responsible person she was.
And a perfect actor too, as it turned out!
His fellow conspirator — the actual source of the problems for the Bright Lord, along with Sunny himself — ended up being one of the only two people in the whole Castle that Gunlaug could actually trust.
After more than two months of turning him insane.
The thought was funny as hell.
It was quite a sad thing that she was killed in a fit of jealousy by his crazy stalker in the previous timeline…
With a final wave of his fingers, the strings twisted and wove themselves into the tapestry of the item’s enchantments, connecting several misplaced or broken strings in the process.
The Domain Canceler dissolved into motes of light.
Sunny opened his runes and looked at his newest Memory, his expression turning thoughtful.
In his previous life he hadn’t bothered fixing this thing, as repairing Nether’s crude spellweave was more trouble than it was worth and if he needed such a thing in the first place, he would have created it with his own hands and, he was sure, it would have turned out better in the end.
Now though…
For some reason Spell assigned the Memory a mere Transcendent Rank and Seventh Tier, even though he was pretty sure that the Soul Shards powering it were at least of the Sacred Rank… Either the spellweave was so messed up that Spell was completely disgusted with it — which wasn’t the case, as his earliest Memories were of much worse quality, to be fair and such a thing had never happened — or the Shards were on the verge of simply running out of essence.
‘Did that fool Nether leave it lying here turned on for centuries?’, Sunny thought with irritation.
‘It’s a good thing that neither irons nor ovens were invented in his time, otherwise he would have ended up being homeless at some point…’
Having successfully achieved his main goal here, Sunny turned for the exit, but then stopped at the last moment, and threw a look at the two wooden doors standing side-by-side.
The left one he knew would have a narrow winding staircase leading downwards to the massive mechanisms and an artificial lake located underneath the workshop.
He had no purpose in going there, though, and neither did he have time to explore it.
He opened the door and took a step forward.
The tunnel behind it was much narrower than the one they used to go up into the workshop and was in a much worse condition than he had imagined.
It was barely holding itself together, covered by wide cracks and fissures, with two of the three forking paths completely blocked.
The strangest thing, however, was the bright light that was coming through the cracks of the ceiling and from behind the corner of the only intact passage left.
He frowned, as a nasty noise assaulted his mind again.
He grimaced and clenched his teeth, as he squeezed the annoyance shut.
He took a step forward and regretted it immediately as the ground underneath him shook and came apart suddenly.
“Woah!” he shouted as he started to fall.
There was no need to worry, though, as Saint, who was silently following him, reacted immediately and managed to catch him by the collar of his armor and jump back herself.
She lifted him to her eye level like an unruly kitten and stared at him from behind her helmet with a slightly tilted head.
He didn’t need to read her thoughts to know that she was amused right now, even in this concerning situation.
“Eehh, thank you, Saint, really… But can you put me down, please?” he said a bit embarrassed at his current predicament.
She would definitely pay for it one day…
After a few more moments of silently ignoring him, she slowly, with a great deal of reluctance, put him on the ground.
He shook his head with exasperation and turned around.
His breath got caught in his throat as a bright light blinded him for a second.
Saint stood silently to his side, no less bewildered than he was.
“What the hell… is that?” he let out hoarsely.
Even though the corridor that had collapsed just a moment prior should have continued for more than a kilometre straight and two hundred or so meters more downwards, Sunny had a clear picture of the inner layout that should have appeared before him now: another inner mountain slope to which the corridor led; on its side a few ancient buildings cut right from the stone, slowly descending towards the wide river’s shore; a wide arc and a magnificent marble bridge connecting both sides of it; river turning into a majestic waterfall, with two grand stairs attached to it from both sides leading downwards into the city itself.
However, Sunny couldn’t see any of the remnants of the Stone Saints’ ancient culture there.
No buildings; no bridges; no waterfall; and definitely no city beneath him.
Instead… a giant — probably a dozen kilometers in width and hundreds of times that in length — cut was severing the Hollow Mountains’ layout, opening a wide gap from the outside world and into the deepest reaches of the Underworld itself, missing Nether’s workshop by pure luck if nothing else.
The traces of the Battle — of a magnitude simply unimaginable to normal people — were left everywhere beneath and even around them too: melted stone; deep cuts, holes and glassy spikes protruding from all over the uneven surface of this place; some parts of the space simply… gone, as if they weren’t ever there to begin with.
Sunny simply couldn’t recognize the majestic place it once was.
And subsequently the city… and the Saints that were inhabiting it a long time ago were gone too.
Destroyed.
Obliterated.
Erased.
Simply gone.
This city wasn’t nearly the size of the NSQC or any other significant human settlements, but… there were thousands of beings living there once — sentient, stubborn, stalwart and hardworking creatures.
And then they were gone.
Simple as that.
They probably couldn’t even register the fact of their death.
One moment they had been going about their lives and the next… they had simply ceased to exist.
For the monsters that fought there… they were nothing but ants, if not less.
Sunny gritted his teeth as rage ignited in his chest, his face twisting ugly.
How loathsome!
How unfair!
How… familiar…
‘Oh, fuck that…’
He shifted his gaze to Saint.
Her face was hidden behind her helmet and her body hadn’t moved an inch since they both registered the view in front of them.
Her hand, however, was gripping the handle of her sword so tightly that he could swear he heard it crack.
He could only imagine the inner turmoil she was experiencing right now.
Even he was boiling with rage at this very moment.
Especially… when he imagined, just for a moment… that his cute taciturn knight could have been one of those pitiful creatures living in that city.
He felt sick.
He wanted to empty his stomach at that thought.
But still he held on.
Sunny put his hand on her left shoulder and squeezed it, supportively.
She tensed and blinked behind her visor, coming to her senses as she turned her head slightly and looked at him.
He held her gaze for a few seconds.
Honestly, he couldn’t even come up with the right words.
What could he even say without sounding corny?
Did she know the Saints living there?
Probably not, as she must have been born long after this place was destroyed.
And yet… they still were her people.
They were let down so terribly.
Murdered so heartlessly…
So he decided not to say anything, giving Saint his silent unwavering support and time to come to terms with… whatever she was feeling now.
Like she always did to him.
She looked to him for a few more seconds and then threw one short look at the ruins — if that place could even be called that now — and then nodded silently and curtly, her shoulders dropping slightly and the grip on her sword loosening a bit.
However, instead of turning around and leaving this gruesome place as soon as possible, she took a step forward towards the edge of the broken passage and lifted her weapon a bit pointing downwards and slightly to the right.
His gaze followed her direction and landed on the sole piece left of the ruined civilization.
His eyes widened for a moment and then he chuckled humorously.
“Oh,” a sound escaped his lips involuntarily and then once again.
“Oh… Of course,” he sighed as he stared at the lonely piece of the shore underneath them with unblinking eyes.
“That explains some things, I guess…”
***
After half a day of moving up through the unwelcome interiors of the Hollow Mountains, Sunny was finally met with cold, misty air from the outside world.
Their way out was just as uneventful as their journey to Nether’s workshop.
In a good sense though.
And while his recent discovery shook both him and his companion a fair bit, he saw no point and had no desire to stay there any longer than necessary.
Though, he still spent a bit of time filling his lantern with some ancient shadows for…
future purposes.
When they reached the boundary of the Forgotten Shore, it was already evening, so this time around there was no other way but to start their journey back to the City on the shadow boat.
For some reason, not even a single creature was stupid enough to approach them for the whole night — whether for better or for worse, he wasn’t sure.
Well, he managed to finally catch some sleep, so it wasn’t all bad, he mused.
And now, at the very start of his second day of travel, Sunny sent one silent mental command to two dozen Memories he had left behind before he went on his journey.
Everyone in possession would know that the sortie was a success, and would start the preparations for his arrival immediately.
And after that… after he reached the City… Sunny would have a very important appointment to attend.
Hello there everyone!
I had managed to pull it off before the end of the weekend thankfully.
Will try my best to finish next one tomorrow or on Monday too, but we’ll see how it goes.
So…
now we have a key to seal the Sun’s Domain.
Probably…
But is there even a way for a cohort and a thousand of other Sleepers to defeat not only a bunch of nasty Fallen Creatures, but also the Terror herself?
The chances aren’t in their favour, ngl.
Maybe I’m gonna kill them all off?
Would like to hear your theories, while giggling like a madman!
Sunny had infected me, you see 🙂 Oh!
I also have a small announcement to make: the next weekend there most likely won’t be any chapters posted, as I’m going on a short trip and would have no opportunity to write.
Thus, I’ll try to post at least two chaps before that.
So-o-o, that’s about it, I guess.
Share your thoughts if you have any and have a nice day!
See you all soon, guys.
Bye!