"No offense intended."
Acheron sheathed her blade and looked calmly at Welt through the flames.
"You simply remind me of someone I once knew."
"So I wanted to test your skills."
The white-haired man replied just as calmly,
"What a coincidence. You look somewhat like someone I remember, too."
"But I know you aren't her. She was never one for fighting."
Acheron answered,
"The person you remind me of wouldn't stand here chatting with me, either."
Amid the ruins, Jing Yuan climbed to his feet.
The enormous Divine General held Robin and Gallagher safely in its palm, waiting to act.
Dominicus lay in the rubble. He slowly pushed himself up with both hands and turned his magnificent face toward them.
"It's you... the noise of Nihility."
Acheron slowly turned to face Dominicus.
"Lackey of Order, after all this, are you still blind to your mistake?"
"I have never been wrong."
Dominicus rose and looked at Acheron standing before him.
"We have not reached the end. There is still a chance to win."
"Even if, for now, that chance seems far away."
"If I give up because of that, how could I ever bring people happiness?"
"A worthy ambition."
Welt raised his sword.
"But ideals and grand visions aren't realized with words. Get past me, and you might have a chance to begin."
In an instant, the sea of fire around them blazed even hotter. Merely breathing brought a searing pain.
Deep within the dream.
Night.
Sunday finished tidying up, walked out of the restaurant, and locked the door behind him.
His face was lined with worry.
Time passed more slowly here, giving him more of it to think.
Even so, Sunday felt he did not have nearly enough.
As things stood, Robin, Gallagher, Jing Yuan, and even Acheron had