Chapter 35: Transitions
September, XX55

Cathedral

It was almost time for school to start. Even though they had missed the last several weeks, X and Zero still had to go in to retake the STERE test. Zero in particular had been very nervous about doing so. Was he going to make it into second grade, or would he get embarrassed by being held back to first?

But they wouldn't be finding out until tomorrow. For today, they had come to attend the special ceremony that proceeded Ash and Sandy being given their adult bodies. "So what's going to happen to you?" Zero asked as they stood outside the cathedral with their various family members. "And how long's it gonna take?"

"Well we can't tell you what's going to happen," Sandy said. "They don't even tell us everything, but I guess it's all right. The teacher said it was mostly the technological and scientific specifics he was leaving out."

"I know those," X said, smiling.

Ash grinned and put his armored hand on X's shoulder. The two older boys were both in their base armors for this ceremony. "Well then don't go telling the kids that, all right?'

He laughed. "Okay, I won't.

"But it takes twenty days," Sandy added.

Eyes widening in shock, Zero asked, "Twenty days? That's nearly a month! Why's it take so long?"

Ash and Sandy glanced at each other. X spoke up instead. "I suppose that part's okay. Their adult bodies haven't even been started yet. Their minds and souls have to be extracted from these forms, then that DNA has to be read for what their adult forms should be configured to. No scientist has yet figured out a better way to manage the transition, as the method humans use won't work for us. The humans have…" he paused. "Well, we don't have the capacity to gradually introduce certain systems and configurations into working. It's either off or on. The humans can manage a gradual shift, even if it is rather rough."

"I suppose that's the best way to put it," Ash said.

Sandy grinned. "Yeah, without saying what we're actually talking about. Which, by the way, a four-year-old like you shouldn't be reading about."

X laughed, but blushed at the same time. "Aw come on, you've seen me with those basic structures manuals. It's not like I could avoid that."

"What are you three talking about?" Iris asked, puzzled.

Sandy patted her shoulder. "Sorry sis, but you're definitely not hearing about that for a few years."

"Come on, all of you," Dahlia said, getting their attention. "The ceremony's about to begin."

"Right, and then we won't see you for nearly a month," Ash said. "Good luck with school starting, X, Zero."

"We'll come over and see you when you're adults," Zero promised.

Light residence

The first day of their second year of school was starting. Zero fretted while he made sure his uniform was on right and that his hair was neat. However, he also had to deal with his younger 'brother' tagging along at his elbow. "Can't I come to school too?" Equinox whined.

He shook his head. "No, you're only a year old. You can't go to school for another two years."

"Aw, but I'm gonna miss you and X."

In a way, that reminded him of how he felt last year, on learning he and X would be in different classes. He put down his hairbrush for a moment and took Equinox's hand. "I'll be back later today, as it's just a few hours. It'll be fine."

"It's not fair," he pouted.

It took Roll keeping a hold of Equinox to keep him from attempting to tag along. Hopefully, he'd get better about that after a few days. Forte walked with X and Zero to pick up Iris, then to the school itself.

In the gym where the reploid children were gathering, X and Zero were welcomed back warmly by many people. A few asked if they had really been the ones to break the curse of endless winter while others were just glad to see them again. Hyper Mayden insisted on hugging X and Zero, and then Iris for good measure. Then they went up to Douglas to get their scores and class assignments.

"Ah, let's see," the teacher said. "Here's Iris Greensward… and Zero Light. Hyper, there's yours… and X… oh right, hang on a second." He shuffled his files to locate it.

Feeling his throat tense up, Zero looked at the folded sheet of paper. What was it going to say? He thought for a moment that he was being silly. He had faced monsters and followed a bizarre request from X because he trusted his friend's spell calculations to be right… he shouldn't be frightened of a score. But it would be really embarrassing if it had suffered due to the events of earlier this year. So he opened it.

It was a whole bunch of numbers, but at the bottom, there was the important one in bold. 524. He'd passed first grade and was now going to be in Douglas' class instead of Alia's.

Iris giggled. "Look, I got 554. It's almost all the same."

"I got you one better," Hyper said. "I've got 4141. And if I work on my weak areas, it could definitely get past 4500 at the end of the year."

"I'm just glad I made it into second grade," Zero said, smiling in relief.

"Here it is," Douglas said, handing over a brown envelope with a yellow maple leaf on it.

X frowned as he took it. "Why the fancy stationary?"

The teacher smiled and silently encouraged him to open it and see.

Shrugging, X carefully opened up the envelope and brought out his STERE report. He read the numbers, then widened his eyes. "What? This can't be right."

"We doubled checked it," Douglas said. "Congratulations, X."

"What, what is it?" Hyper asked, leaning over his shoulder to read it without permission. Then she squealed loudly, causing X to flinch and getting the attention of dozens of kids. "Oh my gosh! You got a perfect 5000! That's great."

"I did," X said quietly.

"That's awesome," Zero said, smiling at him. "So what do you do now?"

"Well a score of 5000 is an automatic graduation," Douglas said. "There's not much more we can teach you. If you check the other paper, we've got an appointment with the guidance counselor for you later this morning. You should call your father so he can come too."

"My aunt will have to come instead, but all right," he replied.

Roll gave X a quick hug when she arrived in the empty school lobby. "This is wonderful, X. What are you going to do now?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. I've thought of a few things."

He told the guidance counselor the same thing, and also how he was studying the White ring and how reploids were built. "It might be late for most technical schools to accept you, but," she smiled, "I think the Wellsprings University of Science and Technology might be willing to make an exception and arrangements for you."

As he had an uncertain look, Roll put her hand on his shoulder. "That's where your grandfather studied decades ago. He taught there a little while too. They're still a very good school and given your grades and family, they'd love to take you."

Ah. He smiled at that. "I'll look into it, then."

June 29, XX59
Light residence

Zero crept around the side yard, keeping close to the bushes. He knew precisely where his opponent was, but pretended not to. With caution, he peered around the corner. Roll was on the front porch in a rocking chair, holding his new sister, Solstice. The infant was asleep; Roll looked half-asleep herself.

Finally, there was a war cry from above. Grinning, Zero rolled to the side, avoiding Equinox's landing attack. Then he tackled his brother low, to knock him to the ground. Zero was still small at seven years, and Equinox was tall at five years. But that didn't give the younger boy any advantage.

Roll watched them, to make sure they were just roughhousing and not actually fighting. Forte watched them too, but with different purpose. After Zero let Equinox pin him to the ground for a few seconds, he darted in. Zero managed to get out from being pinned and got away. Equinox, trying to figure out what had happened, got grabbed, pinned to the ground, and then tickled.

"Dad!" he cried out, just before bursting out laughing. "No tickling!"

"Who said so?" Forte teased.

"I'm fighting him," Zero called out, just before rushing at Forte's side.

They wrestled until the boys got Forte to the ground; Zero had his left shoulder and Equinox had his right. "You're our prisoner now," Equinox said, in a voice that he hoped sounded tough.

"Okay, I concede defeat," Forte said, making himself sound weary. "What horrible punishment are you going to inflict on me? Savage tickling?"

"You can make him do the laundry," Roll suggested.

He made himself look horrified. "No, not the laundry! I'll do anything but the laundry. Please have mercy on me, fellow warriors."

"You're doing the laundry!" both of them said merrily.

"Oh fine. I suppose I ought to take my punishment with honor." Then he grabbed both of them and picked them up when he stood.

"Hey, put us down!" Zero said, struggling.

"You're doing the laundry with me."

Zero groaned.

Equinox, who had managed to turn himself upside down, pointed. "Hey, X is back early. Hi X!"

X smiled weakly at them. "Hello. Busy day?"

"More or less. The mall quiet?

"Kinda. I wanted to be here when my dad got in."

"Rock's coming back home?" Roll asked as they came up.

"I wanted to talk to him in person, so he got the afternoon off. I hope it's okay."

"No, that's fine."

The front door opened and Rock came out. "Good afternoon. I hope you don't mind me being back, sis."

Roll smiled. "No problem. Besides, you never got to see Solstice."

"Yeah, sorry about that."

He came out; Forte caught the door. "Well, if you'll excuse us, we," he stressed we, "have a heroic task of laundry to do. You two go grab the sheet carts from the guest rooms."

"I'll get it done before you!" Zero challenged Equinox.

"No you won't!" They ran inside, Forte following.

Roll handed her daughter over to Rock. Solstice was just over a week old. She had long bright purple hair, like her father, and green eyes. She hadn't been born with a base armor. It was usually considered a disadvantage, but Roll didn't mind. Forte would rather her be protected, but then agreed that she didn't have to have fight if she didn't want to.

"She looks like Forte, only cuter," Rock said.

Roll laughed at that. "She does, doesn't she? But X hasn't given her a psychic reading yet, even though he talked about it several months ago."

Nervously, X looked down. "I can't really do that right now."

"What's bothering you, dear?" Roll took his hand. "You've been stressed out ever since she was born. I have noticed."

"It's not Solstice."

"I'm going to be taking him out to Fort Cerise for a few weeks," Rock said.

"I can go?"

Rock nodded.

"But that's the Field Patrol main base," Roll said. "I thought very few civilians could go in."

"You will have restricted access, but this seems to be the best way. He's having some problems, and I feel it's best that he be close to me until things clear up."

"Is it that serious?"

X rubbed his forehead. "My third eye has been darkened. I've only had it do that one other time... just before I saw the Paranoid Mirror."

June 29, XX59

Zero came into X's room as he was packing. "How long are you going to be gone?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe all summer."

"Does it have to do with all your nightmares?"

He nodded. "And the fact that I can't give a good psychic reading to anyone. Lulani even said I can't work as his assistant until my eye clears up. I've been accidentally jinxing people."

"So you haven't read any signs for Solstice."

"Right; I could jinx her badly at this time in her life."

Zero sat on the bed, quiet for a bit. "Well, um..."

"We'll be okay. I'll be protected at Fort Cerise, and I told your dad to watch for anything suspicious. At least, I hope we'll be okay. I can't really tell."

"Yeah, but... I've had this reoccurring dream ever since my sister was born."

X sat by him. It could just be anxiety to have a new child around; that was normal childhood problems. But the timing of it, when X's eye darkened, may indicate something beyond normal problems. "Go ahead and tell me it."

Zero Light stood in front of a broken display case where Zero Wily had once stood. There was no broken glass, but there were lots of strange black worms crawling on the floor. And the doll was missing.

Nervous, he moved on to the next room. It was a display of various reploid armors. To his surprise, it included the Fire Dragon and Ice Dragon armors from the last days of winter. They were as he remembered them, except the hair ribbons were still. Those teasing ribbons; Zero recalled how they would slip away as he tried to get them out. Some of the black worms had crawled into this room.

Another armor in the room caught his eye. This one was stunning. It appeared to be made of jewels. Diamonds and rubies mostly, but here was a line of black obsidian, and there was some topaz and turquoise. Who wore this armor? It must be very expensive. Would it hold any good in battle, or was it just for show?

After gawking over the jeweled armor, he entered a hall. There was a picture of Rihanna as the Ice Dragon on the wall. On the floor right below it were drops of blood and oil.

Zero knelt down by the drops and noticed a black worm crawling by. There was a puddle of blood and oil in the doorway, as if a reploid had been heavily injured there. Or maybe even killed. Concerned, he followed the trail into the display room across from Rihanna's picture.

It was a display of bones, but Zero hardly noticed what sort of bones. He found the injured reploid. Or was he dead? His wounds were leaking slowly and his body was still. He was a catlike person wearing a Field Patrol uniform. One of the worms was on him.

Cautious, Zero touched the patrolman's face. His organic parts promptly turned to dust, leaving behind the uniform, his metal skeleton, and the mechanical components of his bio-mechanical body. Except that they would never work without the organic parts.

He looked around the bone display room and realized there were other reploid skeletons lying on the floor, seven that he could see. They were all adults, but Zero still felt like running away before he got turned into a skeleton too.

And then the skeletons all came to life. The patrolman by Zero sat up and looked at him. His skull was empty, although he could feel the lost eyes looking right at him. Startled, he stepped back, then stopped when he heard someone behind him. He turned.

Rihanna's picture was burning with blood red flames. And someone was wearing the jeweled armor. That someone scared Zero senseless.

"Give it back to me," a deep haunting voice said from the jeweled armor.

"I-I don't have anything of yours," Zero stumbled over.

"Give it back."

He tried to run, but the patrolman's skeleton and one other caught him. They were bringing him to their master. Zero screamed.

And woke up.

Telling it was enough to give Zero chills. He hated to admit he'd been scared by only a dream. But when he had it nearly every night for over a week, and he'd never been able to run away or fight, it worried him. Now X was leaving.

He looked over at his cousin and saw that he was pale.

"X?"

X spent a moment getting a grip on himself. "That explains what's been going on. But, you're in more danger than I am."

"What does it mean?"

"Sometime this summer, the Fire Dragon will awaken."

After some negotiation and persuasion, Zero went to Fort Cerise with X and Rock.

July 16, XX59
Fort Cerise

Most of the time, Fort Cerise was a boring place for a pair of young boys. They weren't allowed beyond Basement Level 2, the living quarters of those stationed here. There was an entertainment area, but the computers there were for the patrolmen. And the television had channels that were of interest to adults, but not children. There were a couple of pool tables, but Zero wasn't tall enough to play. So if Rock was busy upstairs, they usually were in the library.

But sometimes, a patrolman would be off-duty and wouldn't mind telling them stories. Those were interesting, especially when Rock was around. He could outdo anyone on stories of monsters or battles. Since Zero was around, he was careful when choosing what he told.

This evening, X and Zero were listening to Rock and three others tell stories. Signas was there, only for tonight. With him was a human engineer, Martin Bay. The third was a buglike reploid named Boomer Kuwanger, the leader of Patrol 118. The three of them, plus the rest of Boomer's patrol, were relocating to Fortress Eagle, a former stronghold of Master Wily.

"So what've you got these two rascals out here for?" Signas asked. "X going to help with the satellite program?"

Martin laughed. "That is taking dozens of professionals, sir. Not kids."

"Don't underestimate this one; he's a genius. I taught him once."

X smiled. "I don't know enough about satellites to help stabilize the world's information and teleport grids. If I did, I would help."

"They're here for protection," Rock explained. "There's a strong possibility that the Fire Dragon will awaken this summer; if that happens, he'll likely try to kill them."

Boomer's feelers twitched. "It is true that Master Wily had another overpowered dragon to summon?"

"Yes," Signas said.

"At least you kids are in one of the safest places on the globe," Martin said. "Ain't much that can get into Cerise."

Zero felt uneasy at hearing this and wasn't sure why. He noticed that X was now squinting, and that the Patrol leader's feelers were still twitching. "Are you sure about that?" Zero asked.

"This place has never been broken into before," Rock said. "But that always worries me; we won't know how a successful invasion would go."

"Something is peculiar about tonight," Boomer said.

"Dad?" X rubbed his eyes. "I can't see."

Rock passed his hand in front of X's face, but he didn't follow. "You can't see?"

"I don't know what happened. My eyes got cold and everything blurred. And now I can't see."

"Do you have psychic powers, kid?" Boomer asked.

"Yes, I'm a visionary oracle. Why?"

Boomer looked at Rock. "We need to get the fort on full alert. We're going to be invaded by shadows shortly. They've blanketed the senses of any mystic, which is why he's gone blind and I can no longer smell. I've had it happen prior to a rather large battle once."

"All right. Signas, come up with me to the command center." Rock put his hand to his chin, then asked, "Boomer, do you mind protecting X and Zero down here? I may have to split your patrol up to help out others."

"Fine by me, Master Rock. Except, may I request that Andy come down to assist? Between the two of us, you need not fear for them."

"I'll send him down. Thank you." Rock and Signas left for the command center, while Martin presumably went to the medical area to assist there.

Zero touched his belt where he kept Dusty Blade on him. "I can fight shadows," he told Boomer. "I've been taught by the King, and X can imbue weapons with sunlight's power."

"Is that so?" Boomer asked. "Then we should have no problems down here. You should stick by your friend's side and defend him."

"I will. Who's Andy?"

Boomer smiled slightly. "His name is actually Armored Armadillo, but everyone calls him Andy. He's the new guy, not much older than you two. But I'm confident in his abilities."

"I don't like this," X said. "What if the Fire Dragon comes to life tonight? I won't be able to sense anything about him like this. If he does awaken tonight, I won't be able to trace him."

"He won't be taking me," Zero asserted. "Don't worry about that."

"But I've had a vision many times. A flaming sword comes down and divides us on separate paths. We can't find each other until..."

"Until what?" Zero asked.

X shivered. "Until one of us or the Fire Dragon dies."

July 16, XX59
Monsteropolis Museum of Magic and Technology

A museum guard stopped by the display of Zero Wily. Everything was secure. Good. Several seers had given them tips that someone may be out to steal this old doll. It was a dangerous reploid and it was best it remain sleeping.

The radio spoke with the voice of the head night guard, Valiant Vixen. "Clarence, would you go show Turquoise how to unlock the level A locks? The Field Patrol has requested the Fae Jiun Sun Pendant."

"Right away, m'am."

Shabrengo, still by Zero Wily, brought out to radio to ask, "Do they have proper clearance on removing it?"

"It's Master Rock asking, Brennie. Fort Cerise is being attacked by shadows as we speak."

"I see."

"That's a bold move," another night guard, Luxor, added. "Wonder what they got at Cerise that the shadows want."

"We can ask later. Everyone keep alert tonight, especially you Brennie."

"Right, I'm keeping this area secured." He gave another look to Zero before moving to the next display.

It was a circular mirror on a triangle brace. It did not seem like much, but a look at the back revealed that this was an aura reflector used to study spell resistance. Master Wily had discovered much about battle magic using items like this. Much of that knowledge was still unknown to those outside the clan.

Right now, it was flat, reflecting Shabrengo perfectly. He was a reploid based on the arctic fox. He had used this fact to try getting a date with Valiant, who was based off a red fox. That hadn't worked. At least, not yet. He flicked his white tail and smiled at his reflection, thinking that sooner or later, she would give in.

"The Sun Pendant is away," Clarence called over the radio. "Are we increasing security measures until it returns?"

"Not tonight," Valiant replied. "We're already on high alert due to the seers' advice."

Another thought caused him to search the mirror, but he found nothing. He spoke over the radio again. "Hey, any of you guys seen the ghosts tonight?"

"There's ghosts here?" Turquoise Turtle said, nervous. It was her first night on guard duty.

"No poltergeists, but there are usually ghosts," Shabrengo said.

"And Brennie knows every single one of them," Luxor teased. "He actually attracts ghosts."

"Oh please: the dead wander where they will. I haven't found any tonight, not even the Crier. How about you guys?"

"I haven't seen any," Clarence said. "It is odd, now that you mention it."

"Pale Betty's usually around my area, but she's not tonight," Luxor said.

"They could just be out for the night," Valiant said. "It is the full moon, you know."

"Right, but usually I know when they'll be away." He paused. "The museum's spookier without them."

"Try telling that to the daytime guests."

"Can it, Luxor."

Brennie put up his radio. It was spooky, and lonely, without the ghosts to talk to. He had always had a fascination with ghosts, and ghosts held him with equal curiosity. He had even been fired from a grave keeper job because he attracted too many ghosts. But the museum did not mind, so long as the ghosts were only about during the night.

He was about to move on when he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. For a moment, it seemed like the aura reflector mirror was reflecting someplace else. But when he looked directly at it, it was normal. Strange. He looked back to Zero's display area. Still empty, still secure. Shabrengo moved on.

Behind the snow fox guard, the mirror's reflection changed again, to a black and white garden. The surface shimmered. A gremlin made of shadow came out and peered around. It gave an all clear. Other shadow gremlins came out. Without the Fae Juin Sun Pendant here, there was nothing to keep them out.

A few shadow elves came, out as well as one gremlin with a creature of an entirely different sort. It had been human at one time, but now resembled a feral beast. After it and its guard came a brighter shadow elf, one that was more powerful than the rest. He brought something too: a ghostly ball of fire. Last of all was the group's leader.

Shadow Master Xenith came out of the mirror and into the museum.

He may have been tricked out of the official exit to Shadow Palace, but he found other methods. Mirror warping was the most useful, as any reflective surface could be accessed. Once he got out, he rediscovered why the Palace was much better. Still, it was good to take a trip outside every now and then, and it was on one of those trips that he got a lucky break. One that didn't involve anyone manipulating him.

Thus far, he had always been the manipulated, but now he was the manipulator, and he rather liked it. It wasn't too hard either. But Xenith couldn't afford to get comfortable now. The three Shadow Dragons he'd sent to Fort Cerise would keep the Sun Pendant away, but the museum was tightly guarded tonight. And if the ghosts came back early, the game was up.

He and his crew of gremlins and elves went into the display of Zero Wily. Xenith touched the glass, checking the security spells. Once he felt certain it was fine, he turned the glass to shadow. His captive growled.

"Be patient," he muttered to it. "They were going to kill you anyhow. I'm giving you a higher purpose. Now, Bloody Eye."

"Aye, sir," the brightest elf said. He brought his ghostly flame to the doll and nudged it inside the body. "Receive what was stolen from ye, Fire Dragon."

Xenith touched Zero's eyes. "Awaken to the life denied thee."

His eyes opened. They were blank, as if still asleep. Although awake, Zero Wily did nothing.

"What's the deal?" one of the other elves asked. "He's supposed to come alive."

"He can't, not with the half soul that he has," Xenith explained. "That is why we need this degenerate. Put him on the ground."

The gremlins cawed and forced the captive down. The feral human fought back with more power than he seemed to have. But it was a dozen on one, so they got him still. Xenith formed a goblet out of ambient shadows around the display.

Bloody Eye landed on the captive's forehead to check his aura closely. "Your half-life is better used elsewhere, vampire. All righty, Master Xenith, all's clear."

"Good. You lot," he instructed the other elves, "get him out of there without tripping any alarms. He needs to be sitting down on the floor."

"I'm ready, sir," Bloody Eye said. He was the only one Xenith had trusted knowing the full plan of tonight.

The master nodded, then turned his right arm into shadows. This enabled him to place his hand into the vampire's body and pluck out his heart. It was out so fast that the vampire didn't have time to scream before his body withered into dust. Still working quickly, Xenith wrung out the blood stored there. At the same time, Bloody Eye captured the vampire's half soul before it disintegrated. It was placed in the goblet with the heart blood.

Then he turned his attention to Zero Wily, who was silently kneeling beside him. As Xenith thought, the doll could only be moved by command magic or the presence of the soul connected to him. The intended solution to this problem had been to sacrifice the other soul, but that had fallen through. This solution was much better. Before the remains of the vampire evaporated, he forced the doll to drink them.

"Night leads to Day and Day leads to Night," he recited an ancient spell. Bloody Eye echoed him; the other elves soon followed. "It has been Day, now let it be Night. The time for the living to have no rest; let the Predator of the Night awaken."

Vampires and other undead were typically like the captive they brought in. Stupid but vicious. Some of them weren't even vicious, more like mosquitoes among the living. But about once a century, a true monster of a vampire was summoned, one who remained intelligent, cunning, and mostly sane. They were more powerful than their mindless cousins and they could terrorize the living in a way few other monsters could. They were true Predators.

After several minutes in what looked like a seizure, the doll was fully awake. He looked at Xenith with a wild ferocity that matched the feral vampire's, but held more intelligence and cunning. The Shadow Master smiled.

The reploid vampire growled and lunged at him.

Xenith turned his whole body to shadows, then moved behind him. "Stop this instant."

He held still, puzzled and spiteful.

He rematerialized. "I am your new master, Xenith. Your old master gave up on you, so he and the name he gave you means nothing. You are now my Predator, Omega."

Omega growled, but then looked sharply at the entrance. Someone was there.

Shabrengo had grown more and more uneasy. It wasn't just the lack of ghosts. The whole museum seemed darker; the shadows became vivid and stark. His fur stood on end as he began to feel something wasn't right.

Maybe the lack of the Sun Pendant and the ghosts was messing with his imagination. Or maybe the shadows had indeed grown powerful. "I'm going back to Zero's display," he told Valiant. "I get the feeling that something isn't right in this area."

"Want me to send Luxor down to help?"

"Yes, that would be appreciated." He put his radio in his pocket and entered the suspect display.

Someone was speaking, but it was in a wispy sort of voice, like an echo. Not a ghost's voice; there wasn't a ghost around. Maybe a shadow's. He'd never heard a shadow speak before.

The lights of Zero's display were bright, but the shadows were black. And they seemed to be moving, as if alive. Shabrengo saw a faint outline of a person, like a ghost, but then it developed into a real reploid. But the one growling soon got his full attention. It was Zero, out of his display case, crouched on the ground. The last time he got out, the doll had attacked a group of students and their teacher. They had been lucky to all get out alive. Shabrengo went to hit the panic button on his radio.

Omega attacked.

And I pull Omega god of destruction into this world. hehe.

The snow fox reploid Shabrengo is an OC I still like. Unfortunately, I never found a use for him outside this story.