Unable to handle the sheer eruption from the streets, Vylara, still decked partially in her birthday suit, decided to poke out her head from the window, earning the praise of many from the streets (if you know, you know...). Seeing how the people on the streets were celebrating madly, she grew somewhat curious about the reason. Ignoring the various minor 'glitches' that occurred (I mean, is it scientifically possible for someone to T-pose their way through a crowd floating on their feet!?). Ignoring the various catcalls that came towards her (okay, the one who was clearly stuttering was kinda cute), she ignited her Vampiric eyes, using them to gaze far beyond, trying to find out what the heck on Aeronia was going on.
And boy was she shocked by what she saw
Straddling atop a gigantic hunk of a man was Natsuki himself, hoisted up above the crowd, being paraded as a piece of trophy...
All the while holding to a piece of rusty, broken old sword
Okay, now this I gotta tell to the others fast!
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"Bwahahahah!"
Clutching his stomach, Scaramond, for the first time in days, rolled across the hard wooden floor, unable to believe what he had just heard (well, to be honest, he was pent up after days of being unable to figure out where the souls were heading to...). "So, you're telling me that, after your so-called 'spat', Natsuki decided to storm off into the streets of 'Folktul', trying to cool off his head, when, all of a sudden, a large crowd of people gathered outside, declaring him to be the next messiah!? What kind of bullshittery is this!? Ahahahahah!"
Wiping off the lone tear from the corner of his eye, Scaramond got up from the floor, unable to comprehend the sheer absurdity of the situation in front of him. "So what? Now we all ahve to bow down to the 'saviour of the world'? Shall I go and get him his harem? Or will Vylara Krismond the great be the one andn only jealous waifu of our dear newbie-"
"Scaramond: One more word and I'll rip out that filthy mouth of yours, and ram it straight up your arsehole"
"Okay, ma'am. I'll keep my mouth shut..."
Seeing how Vylara's eyes turned crimson red, pupils vertical, Scaramond realised that he had gone too far.
"Kid, stop antagonising the poor soul. He barely had enough sleep for the past few days, too busy trying to figure out what on Terra was going on here. Heck, even I can't figure out what is going on here anymore..."
Eyes scrunched, Knoxis looked out of the window, worried at the state of their mission and the world. Despite being a pseudo Tier-11 Manager, even he cannot discern the true nature of the world right now...
It's almost as if- no, it cannot be...
Those Metals should not even exist anymore, not since the Foundation fell
As his gaze grew stern, Knoxis began wondering what on Terra is even happening here...
Damn it Eingoèr, where did you send us...
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Walking down the broken hallway, Sycelia, wearing her signature bunny-suit armour, grasped her knuckleduster tightly, expression stern. Her steps, filled with anxiety, could be heard from across the entire castle, evident by the fact that all nearby shadow monsters were seen trembling in fear.
"Damn it, call everyone to a meeting:
A Hero has been born!"