Jesus Christ! I didn't realize I used a Deadpool line in the previous chapter! D: I thought it was kinda funny so I threw it in there without thinking! I haven't even watched it yet! Don't beat me up for not watching it yet! I just don't like going to theaters.

And I completely forgot to remove the accent thing on Valtr! I did dun fuck up! I'll just sweep that under the rug and forgot that existed, ehehehe…

Well, the weapon thing, I'm thinking up of a few things that Blake may pick up during her travels. We've already seen her repurpose some stuff (throwing knife with elemental properties), so her jury rigging something for an off weapon would be an interesting idea I could explore. She does still have her bow (in which I assume is made with the same fabric as the whip from Gambol Shroud, which is probably not it canon, but meh), so that could be used later on as an addition to said jury rigged weapon.

With the whole Salem thing, since I only wrote her description, I could still repurpose her as an OC with just a questionable design. And all Blake could really see that was distinct was her eyes! I do admit that it was probably a really questionable move to use her. I just fell in love with her design! *Gushes* Well, let's just see in the long run, neh?

Oh, and I guess I'm sorry for the April Fools thing.

Anyway, on with the show.


The Night Unfurls

Chapter 8

Darkbeast


Blake was tied up and dangling upside down from the roof of a crude jail cell.

Her bag and weapons just bellow her, far away from her reach. Her longcoat was hanging loosely with her journal smacking her head occasionally, as if gravity was mocking her. The entire scene would have been a spitting image of questionably historically inaccurate treasure hunters that most likely died from millennia old booby traps.

Her body ached all over, she was already craving for blood for practical reasons and recreational ones, and her own blood was already rushing to her head. Her tricorn hat even fell a few minutes earlier, as if the world was mocking her to further its point home. Some of her throwing knives even fell from her coat, clattering uselessly on the ground.

The only good thing was that she felt her Aura already on its merry way to full recovery. Just a few more minutes until it was full.

She honestly wasn't sure how she ended up in this ridiculous situation.

No, wait. She knew. It was just the blood rushing to her head that was talking, making confused claims to things. Stupid blood and stupid questionable sanity making inner dialogue for her.

Just after she left the Abandoned Workshop, she descended to the depths of the spire. The process itself was more akin to a test of dexterity than anything, which was easy for someone trained in infiltration and stealth.

Down at the bottom however was a pack of a new type of beast that she has never seen before. They were beasts that had an uncanny ability to generate fire and manipulate it. It was a hard fight, but as with all beasts she has encountered, they fell by her blade.

The fight with the beasts was taxing, however. Burn type attacks were always a go-to method to rapidly eat away at an Aura's protective barrier, just like a fully automatic high caliber weapon would. It is taxing for Aura to take constant damage, rather than resist a particularly strong blow. Proper manipulation of Aura could take large blows, not constant small ones.

That was why most Huntsmen and Huntresses prefer evasion or having a proper shield, rather than relying too much on Aura to protect them. It's death by a thousand cuts, unless you're fighting someone with Aura that specializes in soaking a ton of damage and/or had the training and ability to resist extreme heat, like Yang's.

The flame based attacks also seemed to have quite the nasty bite to it against flesh, fur, and cloth. For obvious reasons.

The method of attack the beasts was not odd at all. It was a more logical take in combat. No, what was odd however, was when what seemed to be the alpha beast fell, knowledge filled Blake's mind.

It was an ability she saw not-Fox do.

It was the Arcane Art called Beast Roar.

It was arcane knowledge that could be utilized to create shockwaves around her that potentially could deflect projectiles with just the proper manipulation of her voice. It was untested however as she was still out in the field.

Just after her kerfuffle with the flame wielding beasts, things went weird. Well, weirder.

A block or two away from the spire's base, she was ambushed. She was swarmed by the usual mutated citizens, mini-Nevermores, and attack dogs, but what was odd however were their staggering numbers and the tall lanky hooded figures that supervised them. Her Aura reserves were already weakened from the previous encounter, so the ambush was successful.

Needless to say, she was overwhelmed.

What was surprising however, is that she wasn't killed; well she was barely alive, but that's just a mere technicality. Most foes she encountered had no modus operandi besides killing anything in their way, that's why this turn of events were quite a shock to her.

The hooded figures stuffed her in a bloodstained sack and proceeded to bring her somewhere. No doubt they already had practice in this routine. She didn't really know where they would take her since she was coming to and fro from consciousness. Not that it would matter now, since she was obviously in a jail of sorts.

And this is how she ended up hanging from the ceiling like a piñata, waiting for beasts to crack her open and feast on her guts.

Too bad she could not use Beast Roar to escape this predicament...


With Aura fully restored to its maximum capacity, Blake finally had the energy and strength to execute her planned prison break.

The innate energy of her Aura coursed through her body like magma coursing through veins within the earth, waiting to burst forth at the right command. The energy coalesced and transformed into the form in which Blake needed it.

She focused the energy into a few select points throughout her body. She had barely the faintest idea on how to use her Aura in specific ways, unlike her counterpart within team JNPR, the quiet martial artist Ren. Her rudimentary knowledge on the subject of Aura manipulation would be more than enough to do the job however.

The energy exploded outward from where her bindings were and tore through them roughly.

With her body free, gravity asserted itself and Blake descended to the cold hard ground. With the grace of her heritage, she let her strong limbs take the fall first, thus negating the damage she would have taken.

She quickly grabbed her things and equipped them, putting them back in their proper place on her person. It merely took a few seconds to complete the process. When all of it was done, she deftly took a blood vial and injected herself to heal her from kinks and the lingering pain.

"Aahhh..." She purred as the viscous liquid coursed throughout her body and did its work. "That's the stuff."

'It's a good thing they were stupid enough to leave my stuff on the floor. They didn't even bother to take my throwing knives away from my coat's hidden pockets and just let gravity do its work for them! Whatever. I'm going to kill them later anyway.'

With her vitality fully restored and the pain of her body fading away, she moved towards the cell door. With the flat of her boot, she slammed her foot towards the cell door with Aura enhanced strength.

Surprisingly enough, the door was shattered open easily. No doubt it wasn't locked at all. The setup was far too stupid to be a coincidence. 'Too suspicious. This could be a trap.' She thought as she exited her cell.

Just beyond the crude jails cells were two paths before her, one leading downwards and a staircase leading upwards. Deciding that upwards would be her preferred choice, she took to the spiraling staircase.

She stopped in her tracks before starting her ascent as something caught her eye.

At the far end of the room was another unassuming cell, but it had a minor difference from all the other ones. Namely, there was a carriage wheel inside, but that was just a minor detail that could be chalked off as bizarre interior decor. The thing of import was a body, lying face down, clothed in fine white robes with golden embroideries of holy symbols.

Two options lay before Blake: ignore the body and discard it as a lost cause and continue on her way, or inspect if the person was dead or was barely alive just like she was when she was caught.

Deciding that the former would be the better choice, she walked towards the jail cell.

Further inspection of the cell door indicated that it was also unlocked. The state of the prison cells were laughably ridiculous. With a weary hand, she opened it. The metal creaked at the action, and she entered the cell.

Now with a better view of the body, she was baffled by what she saw. The mere sight of it made her rethink her sanity the fiftieth time this day. It was far too ridiculous to ignore, nor was she too curious to ignore the situation.

The body was wearing a golden traffic cone for a helmet.

Blake thoughtlessly took a pebble from her pocket and lightly threw it onto the golden traffic cone helmet. The pebble hit it with a metallic clang. Her manners completely taking hold of her, she horribly realized she just did quite a rude thing to what may be a person who was barely alive.

"Hello?" She called out at the traffic cone wearing person, hoping that if the person was still alive, they would have just ignored the pebble incident.

"Mrgle.." The person let out a grunt as they were just waking up. Blake hastily crouched beside the body and inject them with a couple of blood vials, hoping it would be enough to heal them. It seems that Blake's rudeness would be swept under the rug, forever to be forgotten.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The person the grunted as they started to stand upright. Their legs were still a bit wobbly, but the blood seemed to have done its magic. "I believe so." He said. The voice was too masculine and familiar to be female. "My thanks, Hunter of the Workshop."

'That voice... No! Don't think about it! It's another dimension, for Dust's sake! Don't be ridiculous, me! Get your shit together.'

"Uhh, Blake is fine." She blurted out in response.

"Very well then. I am known as Alfred, prodigy of Master Logarius. Although, Alfred is fine, as the name tends to be a mouthful." He joked as he dusted himself off. The joke itself didn't faze Blake at all. "Many thanks for saving me, Blake." Seeing his jest fail, Alfred bowed slightly before spotting a familiar sight. He walked towards the carriage wheel and hefted it with ease. "Ahh, it seems that you brought my weapon as well."

This caught Blake's attention and she tilted her head slightly in confusion."Wait, wait. Your weapon's a wheel? How does that even work..."

"It is no mere wheel, miss Blake." Alfred giggled lightly at the confusion of his savior. He spun it around before he let the wheel transform. The sheer power and rage seeped out of the odd weapon as motes of red mist that transformed and reformed into deformed faces engulfed it. Blake could help herself back off a few feet from the traffic cone wearing man. "The Logarius Wheel. It's a weapon we Executioners wield to hunt and slaughter the monstrous Vilebloods of Cainhurst."

Blake flinched at the statement. Eleanor was a Cainhurst descendant; even if the fact that she was far off from the bloodlines, it would still incur the wrath of Alfred. No doubt the fact that she was Blake's mentor was already damning in the eyes of someone like him. She decided that being in his good side was the best choice she could do right now.

"Cainhurst?" She parroted, just to seem uninformed. Mild deception was needed if she didn't want someone actively hunting her or anyone she was associated with in this world.

"Yes, of course. Their unholy blood taints whatever it touches. Why do you ask? Have you perchance met one?"

Her hand took her pistol stealthily and hid it inside her bag. It was a good thing she was slightly obscured by a clever use of her Semblance: having an intangible shadow clone directly in front of her and mimic her facial features while she hid her firearm. It was a simple enough trick to have her Semblance cover for her. The hard part was to keep her physical body from being noticed.

She, and by extension her clone, shook their head. "Uhm, no. Not really? I've only heard about them from Eileen."

"Eileen, as in, Eileen the Crow?" If Alfred's face wasn't obscured by the gaudy gold traffic cone, Blake could have seen surprise in his expression. "I was wondering to myself how you happened upon such an exquisite weapon." He gestured towards where Blake sheathed the Blade of Mercy. "It makes sense, now that you've revealed yourself to be affiliated with a decorated Hunter of Hunters."

"Heh... Yeah." It was a half-assed response, but that would have been enough. 'Just keep the lie together and tell Eileen and Eleanor about this later.'

Alfred was already just a ways away from the cell door before he turned his head back to Blake in realization. "So then, miss Blake. Do you have a plan for our escape?"


Blake spun as she dodged the fist of one of the hooded creatures that captured both her and Alfred. Her blade slashed at the extended limb and the metal hummed as it eviscerated the offending limb off the body. The creature clutched the stump that once was its hand as it backed away in fear.

There was another creature who charged at her. She quickly took a handful of throwing knives and let them fly, hitting it on the chest, neck, and forehead.

Out of the corner of her golden orbs, she could see Alfred dealing with his own group of creatures. His wheel easily crushed bones and limbs with ease. There was a certain savagery in his favored method of combat that seemed to strike fear within the Faunus, and it wasn't just who he reminded her of. It was also quite disconcerting to hear him maniacally laugh as he slaughtered beasts left and right.

The momentary distraction Blake had gave their opponents the right opening to strike.

Smaller humanoid creatures swarmed around her and pinned her down. They all were covered in grotesque eyes that all stared at her with glee. They all had various primitive tools for surgery in their hands, and were all too eager to use them on her. Some of them were even pointed towards her eyes.

She needed to get out of their hold, fast.

'Force.'

Time seemed to slow as she pooled massive amounts of energy into her chest, concentrating it into the form she wanted it to be. She hadn't used the technique yet, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

'Balance.'

She shut her eyes as her lungs flared in pain at the exertion she's putting her body in. Her concentration wavered slightly at the pain, but she could not afford it to. She needed to form the energy into a more suitable form, a form she could control. A form that had the perfect balance of force and power.

'Push.'

The energy escaped her vocal cords and manifested itself in a bloodcurdling screech that echoed throughout the decrepit jail, no doubt it would attract everything that heard it. Shockwaves of force exploded outwards as the creatures around her were knocked backed. Some of them stumbled over each other, further disorienting them.

Blake took this chance and shot upwards to stand as she primed and threw her molotov cocktails at the creatures.

Their flesh burned and cooked as the flames of the projectiles consumed them. Their screams of pain was a mere distraction as she charged towards Alfred to join the fray.

The carnage of combat continued on with Blake and Alfred teaming up to clear out the room with ease.

The Logarius Wheel ground flesh to a meaty pulps and bodies into unrecognizable ground meat. It was a hefty thing with the likes of those with brute strength could wield. Blake's own weapon was another matter entirely. The Blade of Mercy was elegant as it hummed and sang its song of violence as it tore through flesh and bone with ease and grace.

With all their opposition slain, they both took a few minutes to recover. Alfred still had a few lingering wounds, but he had managed to scrounge up a handful of vials for himself by drawing the liquid from their fallen foes.

"Room... Cleared." Blake gasped out as she gulped hearty amounts of oxygen to recover from the fatigue of combat. Her body had a dull ache, but could easily be subsided by a blood vial, and she still had an adequate amount of the healing items before she needed to ask the Messengers for more.

Realizing that her Roar would have attracted more of the hostile creatures to them. She looked towards Alfred to tell him of the problem.

"We need to get out of here before more of them come."

"I know." He said as he stood up and dusted himself off. He took his wheel and hefted it to his back before looking back to address Blake. "It's still quite impressive what you did. It's rare to see Hunters this day and age using a technique by Irrelevant Izzy. Well, the same could be said about sane Hunters as well, I suppose."

"Thanks. I guess." She wasn't sure if it was an insult or a complement, so she just chalked it up and would later forget about the statement.

They bumbled about the room to find an clues to the outside. Fortunately, Blake found a hole in the wall hidden within the clutter. The draft that the hole produced was a good indicator that this led to the outside. "Hey, Alfred. There's a hidden passage here. Don't know where it leads though."

"It's better than nothing, I suppose."


Both Blake and Alfred waded through the foliage within the tunnel network. It dark and hard to navigate within, but Blake had little effort in traversing as her Faunus eyes gifted her with night vision. The same could not be said to Alfred however, as he could only rely on his sense of touch, even if his eyes were already adjusting in the dark. It was probably the fault of the traffic cone obscuring his vision.

There was a slight incline that led downwards, towards where the smell of the outside air was palpable. The light breeze that the draft created was a pleasant feeling. Blake lead both of them to it, intent that it was the right path to the outside.

When they exited the caverns, their visions were assaulted by the dazzling contrast of the bright purples, oranges, and dark blues of the early evening with the dark shadows of the artificial evening that was cast upon the massive facades of Yharnam's massive spires and districts. It was a breathtaking sight that caught both of them with quite a surprise.

They walked towards a large clearing that led towards a massive door. The old buildings outside indicated that they were somewhere near the older districts within Yharnam. This was a boon since Blake had some sense of familiarity of those areas.

Her eyes soaked in the haunting sight before her, these were the moments that she truly did feel bliss in this alien dimension. "This looks really amazi-"

A loud, ear piercing shriek broke through their wonderment as a massive skeletal beast leapt down from obscurity from one of the massive spires.

It was a massive monstrous and horrifying thing. Its flesh and skin were long ago flayed into oblivion as if a mockery of life itself. It's entire body was a facade of its former self as it was entirely made up of its skeleton and what was left of its fur clinging on the skeletal frame. Its face, no more than a skull, had a hideous grin that didn't Small sparks of blue electricity arced throughout its body.

It stalked closer to them, examining them.

The skeletal beast shrieked again, but because of its close proximity to them, Blake could literally feel the eardrums her two sets of ears almost pop at the action, so she clutched her human ears unconsciously.

"What. The. Hell." She muttered as she slowly backed away from the skeletal beast. She didn't need fear to slow her down.

"It's… It's a Darkbeast." Alfred audibly gulped at the sight of the creature. It was clear in his voice and how his demeanor changed that this was no ordinary beast they were staring down. "W-we… We may not stand a chance."

"Shit." She cursed darkly as their situation just kept getting better and better. "Well, I don't think it wants us to leave, and I'm not going down without a fight." 'My supposed immortality gives me a slight edge, but I don't know about Alfred.' Needless to say, those words were never said.

"I-I…" Alfred hesitated a bit before finally finding the resolve within him. "Very well then…" He hefted his Logarius Wheel over his shoulder in preparation for combat. There were a few things a man of his caliber could not ignore, and two of those things for Alfred were a fight together with an ally and a debt he needed to pay. "This pays my debt to you for saving my life."

"Noted." Blake gave an animalistic and feral smirk at her impromptu ally and fellow Hunter of beasts as they prepare for combat.

The beast howled ominously as electricity engulfed its entire body. Stray bolts of it were shooting out from left and right as the beast's howl echoed throughout Yharnam. It was ready to throw down with the Hunters before it.

Blake acted first, drawing her Blade of Mercy and splitting it in two as she charged at the beast. She moved at a blur without minding the excessive display of power as she confident that her Aura would protect her from the weaker stray bolts of lightning and static that the Darkbeast would assuredly use.

She rushed towards with a spin as she used her weight to add power to her swing. The two blades were blocked with a skeletal hand of the beast. The there was a slight clang as siderite and bone met. It seemed that the reinforced bone of the skeletal Darkbeast was as sturdy as the starmetal blade.

Alfred was also upon the Darkbeast. He slammed his hefty wheel at the foot of the beast. The force of the impact was great enough to damage the bone. He let the wheel split in the middle as he let the red mist engulf it and it spun, grinding the cursed wood along the bone. It cracked and creaked as the wheel did its work

The Darkbeast shrieked in pain at the attack of the two Hunters. It let its forearms push the two away from it. They both tumbled and skidded at the dirt. Blake had her Aura take the brunt of the attack while Alfred let his sturdy body take the attack full force. The skeletal beast quickly followed up by hurling two bolts of electricity at the two Hunters.

Blake evaded the bolt with a quick step sideways and a roll for good measure. Alfred blocked the one racing towards him using the Logarius Wheel. The cursed red mist groaned in protest as the the weapon of murder was reduced to a petty shield.

They needed to change their method of attack, fast.

Alfred charged again, now with renewed vigor from the cursed red mist blessing him with its power. Blake backed away to prime all of her remaining molotov cocktails.

The traffic cone wearing man matched the speed of the Darkbeast by putting more power if his attacks and ignoring smaller attacks to focus on blocking the more lethal ones. Overwhelming force was the bread and butter of the Executioners, and this one was trying to race the beast in a battle of attrition.

Blake blacked away a few meters to gain a distance advantage with what she planned. She threw cocktail after cocktail at the beast, careful not to hit the Executioner with stray projectiles. The flames burned the beast's fur and slowly fed on it to fuel its inferno. The Darkbeast shrieked in pain as the growing flames ate away at it.

"Blake!" Alfred shouted out as he remembered his lessons on beasts when he was still an initiate. He grit his teeth as he let the cursed red mist of the Logarius Wheel protect him. "I think Darkbeasts are weak against fire!"

The beast's wails of pain stopped as it let a shockwave of electricity to stop the flames from hurting it. Lances of lightning hit both Hunters in a surprise attack. The mist was still protecting Alfred, but it was waning. Blake's own Aura took the hit not too kindly. Electrecitiy was just as bad as fire when used against her Aura.

"I'm out of molotov cocktails, but I'll see what I can do!" An idea crossed her mind as she recalled her fight against not-Coco. It was a boon she still had the things she needed to replicate it. "I've got an idea!" She shouted at her ally. "But I need you to get its attention!"

"It's not like I've done anything else!" Alfred quipped back, but it seemed that he gained some confidence in what Blake was planning.

Blake took out all of her remaining oil urns and elemental resins while mentally recalling how many throwing knives she had left. She needed to dedicate all of her urns at the Darkbeast, hoping that the black liquid would stick on its fur. She ducked, dodged, and weaved all of its attacks as she smashed them at it when she got close and threw them if she was forced away from it.

Alfred did his best to keep the beast's attention on him, blocking its attacks with his wheel and punishing it with crushing strikes if it ever its attention on him waned. The Executioner occasionally using the red mist of his wheel to throw skull shaped projectiles at the Darkbeast. His white robes were already covered with so much blood that it was easily mistaken as crimson.

With all of her oil urns used up, Blake switched to the next phase of her plan. She was still circling the beast to avoid any stray attacks.

One hand held the resins needed while the other drew her throwing knives. She hastily applied the orange substance onto a handful of knives and threw them onto the Darkbeast with Aura reinforced strength. The projectiles had enough force to dent the bone and the resins' embers lit the black liquid covering the beast. Batch after batch of the flaming projectiles hit the beast, lighting it up and burning the creature.

It was a resounding success as the wails of agony continued endlessly. Its bones blacked, its fur burning endlessly, and whenever it tried to shut out the flames with its electricity, the oil would not allow it. The beast of lightning was now reduced to the burning beast, only sustained by its rage.

Blake threw the useless containers of resin as she was out of resources. "I'm out of throwing knives!" She shouted at Alfred who was still doing his best to block and parry the burning beast's attacks.

"Blood and damnation!" He cursed as his body ached endlessly in pain. The cursed mist was eating too much of his life force just to sustain it. He shut it out as the wheel's circular form reattach itself from the split. "We'll have to end this the hard way!"

Blake was already on her way to join the melee again. The Blade of Mercy was split in two and it hummed as its edges sliced through the air. Her Aura wreathed the siderite steel as it slammed into the blacked bone. Again and again she struck in an intricate dance, ignoring the pain of the inferno and stray sparks that hit her Aura.

The siderite proved its strength as it broke the bone of the forearm of the beast. The weapon sang as the the shards of blackened beast bone scattered uselessly onto the ground. The beast was barely holding on, trying to stand up with only one forearm.

She let her Semblance and Aura take over as dashed and charged at the other forearm of the beast. With the force of the charge, she let the blade smash into the other forearm and shatter it as well.

The beast fell face first to the ground.

"Grrraaaahhh!"

With a horrific warcry, Alfred smashed the Logarius Wheel onto the base of the skull of the beast. Motes of red mist escaped through the wheel as it started to spin violently. The cursed weapon ground the skull for a scant few moments before it finally shattered as the wheel purred at the carnage.

And with that, the Darkbeast was dead.

"That…" Alfred fell onto the ground, bottom first. His ragged breathes peppering his speech. "That definitely got the blood pumping."

"Yeah, that was something…" Blake also fell to the ground, but face first. Her ragged breathing was desperately begging for oxygen. She took out a blood vial and quickly inject herself with it to regain some lost stamina. "Damn… That took a lot out of me…"

There was a light chuckle that was hitched with hearty breathing as Alfred tried to stand up while addressing the Faunus. "I did not expect anyone as young as you to use Quickening like that." There was definetly admiration in his voice. "It was more than impressive."

"Th-Thanks." Blake blushed slightly at the compliment. It was quickly squashed as she reminded herself of who Alfred reminded her of. It was rude to compare the Executioner to him, but it couldn't be helped. "I'll… I'll need to tell Eileen about this."

He mulled the idea a bit, thinking about the consequences. Seeing that there was no harm in it, he agreed easily. "With dangers like this lurking within the city, her exodus needs to happen faster." He nodded his head in agreement with his words. "I'll tag along with you, if you don't mind."

"Yeah, I don't mind."

"Excellent!" He shouted in triumph just before he started coughing and heaving. He spat out a few broken teeth as they clicked when they hit his helmet. He sheepishly looked at Blake, pleading for something. "Perhaps you could spare another blood vial?"

Blake could only sigh out in response.


Guuuhhh… Fight scenes… Too much killing things with fire... I'm already using too much of the spinning thing on fight scenes… Spindonna anyone? No? Okay...

At least we have the Pyramid Head cosplayer enter the scene!

The decision to give Blake Arcane Arts were mostly there to coincide with her constantly increasing Insight, further slippage to insanity due to said Insight, along with her unconsciously picking up things in Yharnam that should never ever be picked up. This is merely the start. Plus, having Blake cast spells seem totes cool. And besides, diversity of abilities is needed.

As, you've read, I've taken a few liberties with Beast Roar. The fact that its knowledge instead of an inanimate object like in-game makes more sense in context. Why would a severed hand of a beast give you the ability to roar like that? Of course it won't. It's the inherent knowledge within the hand that would give you that.

So, logically, I'll be taking a few liberties with those Arcane Spell thingies. Mostly just them don't requiring bullets to use, because that just seems silly if put in real world practicality, and the fact that like Runes within the lore (unspeakable words of Lovecraftian creatures written down so that humans can comprehend them), they're the physical manifestation of thoughts/concepts/words asserting themselves within the waking world.

Last chapter, she didn't get the Old Hunter's Bone. It's mostly because her Semblance can already gives her her own version flash steps, so it would be a bit redundant to have her the Diddling Bone.

The Night Unfurls, now with more diversity! MORE DIVERSITY I SAY!

Ahem…

Back to Stardew Valley with me until I get my hands on Dark Souls 3. Wait for me, my gemstone eating wife and my precious pumpkins!

See you on the next chapter?