(So, it seemed I missed the middle of the month, but... I still want monthly votes!!)
The name of this Fallen Apostle was beyond our expectations—utterly ordinary. Carter? Carlo, shortened to Carter. It was as simple and forgettable as the name of any random Empire Army soldier I might run into while strolling through a base. The only thing worth mentioning was that the four syllables rolled off the tongue rather well, making me almost think he had bitten his tongue while introducing himself. The structure of the name really was interesting. Perhaps it fully reflected Carter's father's unique artistic attitude toward life—assuming his father had actually named him.
"That truly is an unbelievable power. It can actually alter the very essence of the Abyss. Theoretically, that should be impossible. Not even the God Race has managed it," Carter said as he moved his arms, which had gone numb from prolonged restraint and that recent baptism of the void. Though he had acknowledged Sandora and me as his leaders, certain habits left over from his Fallen Apostle days still made him rather unconcerned with decorum around us. This seemed to be a common issue among everyone who had been infected by the Abyss and later recovered. Viska's thuggish bearing had become even worse after she escaped her Abyss state. "Yes, I have indeed recovered completely. You possess the power to control the Abyss from outside, even reshape it. Perhaps that is why the Fallen Apostles regard you as their greatest threat, yet have never dared act rashly."
"I knew that already," I said, scratching my hair. "Your fellow countrymen probably pray three times a day for me to die in all sorts of accidents—but let's not discuss that for now. I'm more curious about your condition."
"How I repositioned myself