"That's the one Feather Pen left behind!"
Sir Awen's gaze sharpened with urgency.
Lynn silently studied the slender quill in his hand, slowly tightening his grip as he said:
"Yes, it is. Because I kept it, I can be certain Feather Pen isn't dead. She'll definitely come back. And if we're talking about authority, then I think this gift should be able to play a part too."
Back then.
Before the Dark Night City Calamity, she had personally handed him the quill she inhabited.
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After that, there had been no further news of her.
Not until a few days ago.
For a time, he had even thought Feather Pen would leave him forever.
He gripped the quill tightly and looked up.
"Who says we have no authority? We have the authority of fate, enough to change the course of the future! I won't let them get away again. This time, I'll tell them exactly what price they're going to pay."
Dark Night City was under total lockdown.
Enormous barriers surrounded the city, overlapping layer upon layer both inside and out. The High Tower at its very center shone with a particularly dazzling holy light.
Countless Night Doctors raised their heads, the magnificent High Tower reflected in the lenses of their Plague Doctor Masks.
All conventional forces had finished assembling.
In the usually bustling square.
The Night Doctor Collective, representing Dark Night City, formed the main force. On either side stood formations composed of all the summoned Colossus consciousnesses belonging to the Colossus Civilization, along with a contingent of dolls that had emerged from the Black Fortress. Farther away stood an independent legion summoned by Titan and led by a Monarch-Level ghost king-in a sense, they too were followers under the Titan