Chapter XVII
Ungrápigendea Flītcræft (Ungraspable Logic)

Chapter Theme: Sakuzyo — Grief

Natsuki saw the flash before the roaring shattered her eardrums. Ahead of the explosion, a rod of metal ripped inside her abdomen. Then, fate sealed, the silver limousine was obliterated into oblivion. Her sentience warped, colliding with her very soul. Where is she? Who is she? Why is she here? An instant later, a memory stormed before her. It was days prior to her untimely demise. Sat before her desk, she stared at what appeared to be her Archmeister. But, why did she appear as a teenager? What were those ridiculous clothes? Was that a Zipangese spear…? Her reality deformed and constructed unto her a ruined church. She had stood up to implore Shizuru, finding that same Eastern weapon gorging within her gut. Choking upon her own blood, for a moment Natsuki wondered why she heard gurgling. She was making that noise. Vision black, her body slammed against the floor—dead.

Throwing her body upwards, Natsuki wheezed for air as her hands flew to her torso. Heart smashing against her ribcage, she was stupefied that her organ didn't explode. S-she… That dream had been real, hadn't it? The way she had died in her previous lives foreshowed her state when Viola divulged her.

Grounding her hands against the sheets, pelts and hay, Natsuki stared at the tent's ceiling. Wait. Clasping her head into her hands, a groan escaped her. A terrible migraine enveloped her senses, followed by aching muscles and a chilled sweat. Did she have a fever…? Her eyes scoped downwards, gazing upon the blankets which concealed her nude body. Naked. Why was she here? Stare hardening, her thoughts traced back to Durandal. 'Twas easier said than done, for her mind was cloudy. She could faintly remember entering that breach in reality. She had found...—where is it? Her hand unconsciously leapt to her throat but she did not discover the Anchor. Panic swelled inside of her, her body twisting to look around apprehensively. W-whe—

"—You're a lifesaver, Archvalkyrja. Thank you so much."

Oh, Gods'. Like a mouse cornered, Natsuki covered herself modestly. At that moment, Viola scooped into the tent, panicked viridian locking with curious crimson. Those swirling eyes remained trained upon her for the briefest time, until quickly shifting elsewhere. "You're awake." Viola remarked, making sure the tent's cover was sealed before approaching. Spotting Natsuki visibly flinching, she paused. "What is…"

"I…" Natsuki cleared her throat. It felt raw. "Sorry." She mumbled. "I had a nightmare. I feel awful." Among other things. Natsuki refused to look at her, only occasionally stealing glances. Her previous self's feelings were intermingling with her own. They brewed a strange concoction that meddled with logic. Had there been any semblance of that in the first place? Lips parting, Natsuki's hands clenched into the sheet. She was unsure whether her heated face was thanks to the apparent fever or not. Viola was no longer armoured, seemingly warm. How? Natsuki's freezing. Wrapping an arm around her front, Natsuki mildly shivered.

"It is fine." Viola sat herself down beside her—neither too far or close. It was a respectful distance. Those words Natsuki had spoken of… Did she truly remember? If so, of what? Viola's gaze fell upon Natsuki before they fled once more. "You were drowning in icy water when I found you. I am sorry, there was no other way." She gestured to Natsuki's lack of attire.

"I huh…" Pressing her hand's heel against her temple, Natsuki sighed. "The drowning? No. Durandal leading me away like a jerk?" She muttered under her breath disgruntledly, unable to find the correct words. "I suppose there's no helping it." Natsuki scratched her jaw, still refusing to look at the elder properly. A sharp tug recalled her to that fiery place. She had met Viola's previous self. She—it? ...They?—felt remarkably like hers from her past se—"Agh!" Throwing her hands into her hair, Natsuki startled Viola beside her. "This is way too confusing!" Arching her back, she glared at the tent's ceiling before a cough racked her body.

That was… A soft smile cracked Viola's lips, her hand gliding along Natsuki's back soothingly. What is on her mind? Many things, evidently. She had experienced such; the overwhelming bombardment of her thoughts, feelings and memories colliding. Somehow she had overcome them. For now.

"V-Vio—Shizuru, I...—" Natsuki's tongue caught within her mouth, feeling like lead. "I-I… I know how I…" Teeth clenching, an inexplicable fear washed over the Einherjar. Is it the fever? Is it her selves trying to dominate for control? Memories poured within her psyche, paralysing her train of thought. Bygone flashbacks drove her close to the edge of her Earl existence.

Of her life in the Aries Republic—that country does not exist here—as a child. She had been a delinquent, always disobeying her mother and nanny. Oh Gods', her mother. The Countess of Kruger had outlived her daughter. Memories of meeting Tokiha Mai were next; a rivalry both confusing, bitter and exhilarating. Had she…? But then, her senior burst into her mind like a cataclysm. Shizuru Viola; the Archmeister of Garderobe Academy. Garderobe. Windboom. Fumi Himeno. Corals. Pearls. Assassination. Love. Hatred. Engage—A choked sob released from Natsuki. She was unable to control the emotions which had spilled forth like a gushing wound. Body bowing downwards, the world felt as though it deadweighted her. "I-I… I was—assass-sinated. W-we were g-onna get engaged. I thi-nk." A whacking gasp jumbled Natsuki's speech. It did nothing but frustrate and anger her. She must sound pathetic… Viola was looking at her so pitifully. "I can't—"

"—Hush." Viola murmured, adjusting herself to face Natsuki properly. Wrapping her arms around her Einherjar, she eased her close. She's still cold. "I understand everything. The pain is excruciating. But… it fades." With time, everything does. Pain, memories, love, hatred… life. But, nevertheless, Viola's heart raced. Natsuki had called her Shizuru. She hadn't said that in… well, months.

Due to the disaster that had befallen them, they had called off her shrine ceremony. For now they would delay it and allow Natsuki to recuperate. With her intel, they should be better prepared to intercept Kiyohime. But… did they have enough time? Viola noted the wetness dripping into her ruffled shirt. Natsuki's brow was against her neck, hiding into her body desperately. "It is late afternoon." She mentioned casually, fingertips brushing through coal strands. Viola honestly hadn't a clue how to respond. In seemingly moments they advanced from awkward acquaintances to—this. Whatever this is. Her heart thrashed furiously within her chest; so much so she was amazed Natsuki didn't complain. Her Einherjar had fallen all but silent, perhaps dwelling within the dark pits of her mind. No. Viola understood that pain far too well. "Natsuki." She said, uncoiling her arms around her. Instead, she delicately cupped her cheeks, drawing her close. "Will you listen to me for a moment?" Her voice wasn't condescending; soft.

Dull emerald eyes locked onto hers. When Viola had found Natsuki, her eyes had been bloodshot—they still are. What on Earl happened in that shrine? Natsuki had found an Anchor, as well. "Where did you find the Anchor?"

"Y-ou have it? Where is it?" Natsuki started panicking again, before Viola quietened her. A thumb ran along her cheekbone, forcing her to settle. This… wasn't like Viola. Or had she simply been hiding it? Natsuki squeezed her eyes shut, not realising her blanket lay forgotten at her waist. It had been there for a long while. But, perhaps neither cared.

Slipping a hand beneath ruffles, Viola revealed the Anchor. "I kept it in a safe place. By my heart." She teased, albeit her smile dropping a moment later. Natsuki's focus was upon it immediately. "It is fractured. I am amazed it has ardor within."

"I… I don't know how to e-xplain." Natsuki pulled away then noticed her blanket. Flushing—through her fever and all—she tugged it back against her chest. "I-I—" Why must this tension between them be like this? Natsuki's heart felt like she was treading on eggshells.

"Begin from the start?" Viola supplied, guiding the Anchor from her neck. The chain jingled, dangling from her fingers as it hung. What a strange feeling this Anchor radiated. It wasn't like her foreboding Anchor. This one felt like serene water about to be disturbed by the current. She felt she could ask it any question, and it would answer. "If you become stuck, give yourself time." Viola clutched the chain, edging it towards Natsuki. Quizzical, weary green stared at her, the chained Anchor being placed around her neck. Between the Einherjar's breasts, the Anchor thrummed with crimson energy. It was a mysterious and clear power.

"I… huh… Durandal led me down into the chamber. There was this…" She shook her head, having nearly described the breach. "A thing—portal. I ended up going in there and… I was in another world…" Natsuki's eyes darkened, becoming lost in thought. "This Anchor was just... there, like it was expecting me." Then her mind fogs over. "Zhang was there—the maid too, I think and... you."

A portal? But rifts had long since been sealed? "Me?"

"You were the Archmeister of—" A palm silenced her, but it wasn't teasing. Viola stared at the tent exit, breath held. Is something happening? What's wrong—

"Wait here. Be as silent as the dead." Viola's command was firm but gentle as she raised to her knees. By the exit were their swords. She reached for hers soundlessly, easing towards the flap. Could it be Altains? Unsheathing her blade, she threw its scabbard aside mutely. She heard the growl before she could react. A powerful, hefty force toppled Viola to the floor. Stunned, she stared into Durandal's terrifying maw.

"D-Durandal?!" Natsuki exclaimed. Dread filled her, causing her body to refuse to move an inch. Viola had turned her head away from Durandal's snarling teeth, keeping perfectly still. Why is he still aggressive? 'A KEY must be killed before it can serve.' That's what Durandal had said. But hadn't she already killed him? S-he had to—Natsuki started moving, yet Durandal's glare bolted her. He remained looming above Viola. Was he using her?

"Natsuki." Viola hissed a whisper, holding her breath as the great warg growled down at her. "Your Anchor—use it."

B-but how? Snatching hold of the crystal, Natsuki painfully tore it from around her neck. Durandal waited. Hand clenching upon it, she stretched her arm unto the silver wolf. He didn't move from atop Viola. I-is he allowing her to kill him? The seconds entwined into uncalculated aeons—or, that's what it felt like. The atmosphere was nerve wracking. Why is nothing happening?! No ardor escaped the Anchor nor her ability to cast ice occurred. Rather, the foreboding terror ravaged her psyche. It's not working. She can't save Viola. Why now? S-stop it… stop!

Durandal pounced forth, bludgeoning the air from her very lungs. Winded, Natsuki could nary do a thing. That is, until Viola screamed out. Thrusting her hands towards Durandal's muzzle, her Anchor dandled dangerously from its chain around her fingers. Then, Natsuki was temporarily blinded by crystalline energy tearing from her hands. Blades of ice blasted the great warg's skull apart, sundering bone, cartilage and flesh alike. Rendered headless, the KEY's blood rained violently within the tent, his body collapsing onto Natsuki.

A-ah. The Einherjar stared at the gorey wolf pinning her down. She did not notice the giant hole within the tent. Nor that a drenched Viola shakily stood. Neither did she see the panicked knights emerge, for a scream released from her.

Viola had never seen anyone that petrified before. Not even the faces of those whom she had killed. She sat by the fire, staring into the embers. Her mind was clouded by what she had witnessed some hours ago. Once she had heaved Durandal's corpse from off Natsuki, she had cursed her with such desperateness. P-please, save me! I-I d-on't want to die! I-I...I! Her Einherjar had been covered in blood. Much like herself. Viola roughly swallowed, the action feeling almost impossible to accomplish.

His...—life force was then ensnared by Natsuki's Anchor. She had succeeded in capturing her KEY, but at what cost? Sanity? Viola's spooked gaze sought after the tent some yards away. A sheet of material had been sewn onto it, patching up the hole Natsuki had created. Her crimson gaze retreated, looking back into the flames which flickered within the icy breeze. It was far too late; the Moon was distant, partially hidden within the Altain mountains. She gazed upon it, staring at the crimson star. No, she… Viola took her temple into her hand, fingers soothing along her gashed forehead.

A moment later she killed the fire, blindly heading for the tent.

"Natsuki?" She murmured quietly within the darkness, but did not receive an answer. Viola could hear her breathe; it was calm—asleep. She released a sigh of relief, settling beside her. So she finally found slumber.

Durandal had been done away with. His body hadn't faded away within sparkles for some reason. Though his soul had clearly been shackled to the Heart of Transmission. Even within the pitch black, Viola saw it. The Anchor thummed with crimson light, dimly illuminating Natsuki's torso.

She continued to watch Natsuki sleep for a while, until an exhaustion hit her. Though there were two beds here, she—Viola pushed the thought aside. Is it selfish to feel like this? To need her Einherjar? She pulled the blankets away from Natsuki's body—now clothed within loose trousers and a tunic. The Valkyrja had to bathe Natsuki with what little they had. Mere water and rags. Blood had long since dried within Natsuki's hair; undoubtedly it would remain.

Slipping off her black boots and belt, she threw them aside carelessly. Dully they thumped against armour and equipment within the corner. Concerned not, Viola eased into the blankets behind Natsuki. It was warm. Least there was that.

She prayed that her Einherjar wasn't traumatised by her KEY. But what if she is? It suddenly felt so similar to her own experiences. Viola stared into the back of Natsuki's skull. Hesitantly, her arms reached for her. After what felt like eternity, Viola coiled her limbs around Natsuki's body, dragging her close. Her previous self would be dancing for joy upon this action. Herself? No. Not quite. Viola's chin rested by Natsuki's head. What could she do? What is she supposed to do? Is there anything at all she could attempt? To soothe Natsuki's pain, that is…

Though none of that was physical. Or, at least yet.

"M-mhh…" Her Einherjar mumbled, half awake. Something warm and soft was wrapped around her. It wasn't itchy and rough like her blankets. Woozy eyes stirred, staring into the darkness for a while. The prior events smashed against her psyche, causing her to intake a sharp breath. Her body was pulled backwards, pressing into Viola's warmth. Confused and unsettled, she started moving. That is, until a palm stopped her.

"No." Viola's hand had seized hers beneath the blanket. "It is alright. Do not be afraid."

V-Viola? What's she doing—Natsuki peered over her shoulder at the woman. The hungry kisses from before ripped into her. "A-ah." She stifled, deluged by the flash of the memory. That was real, wasn't it? She thought the fogginess had perplexed her senses. One moment Durandal had pounced, her sallet had gone flying, then…? Nothing. That moment between them had been distant—ancient. Like it belonged to her past self.

Her Einherjar looked as though she had seen a ghost. "Natsuki?" She breathed, staring into guarded viridian. Oh, how much she wanted to… What?

"...are you doing here?" The accusation left Natsuki's lips before she could stop it. Wasn't it obvious why Viola's here? "Don't tell me you're 'keeping me warm'?" Why is she getting angry? When Viola did not answer, her suspicions rose. "You—"

"—I do not know." The Valkyrja confessed. "Perhaps there are many reasons. But I… do not quite know the answer yet." A breath. "Do you not appreciate me here?"

Does she? Natsuki stopped her staring contest, glaring in front of herself instead. Suddenly, the tent's material seemed the most interesting thing in the universe. Nevertheless, she faltered. No. She very much liked her being here—but it's Viola! Confusion reigned inside Natsuki, making her feel all the more frustrated. "I don't—agh." She growled under her breath, hand pulling from Viola's. She held her head within her palms. "I just don't know anymore! I want everything to stop." At least then, she would receive respite? Or, would Natsuki at all? Mayhaps she is destined to experience strife for an eternity. Her past life demise certainly seemed the case.

Alas, Viola drew her closer yet, pressing her lips into coal strands. "I understa—" Viola started to remove herself, but was stopped. "Ah?" Natsuki's hands entangled her forearm, ceasing her retreat. An unsure smile graced her lips, before this expression fell completely. Is Natsuki crying?

"I-I'm… I hate this…!" A fleeting gasp escaped Natsuki. Again, was it her fever or something else? How could she be attached to Viola who was essentially a husk of her former self? She did not remember the life which Natsuki did. What… happened to 'her Shizuru'? Did she mourn for her? Did she do okay? Suddenly, Natsuki yearned to return to those old ruins. That Garderobe is hers, isn't it? The Founder recognised her that time. "I—"

"—I know. I know, Natsuki." Viola scooped her into an embrace, listening to the sob that wrecked her Einherjar. She felt so much sorrow, didn't she? "Would you like to discuss it?"

"I do-on't k-now."

"It is alright." Viola's hands became entangled with Natsuki's. "Take as long as you need."

When Natsuki next stirs, all's quiet. Through the tent, the early morning light can be seen. She hasn't slept long, has she? Natsuki groggily stared into the corner where their weapons and armour lay. That pile and the calm breathing clearly indicated Viola's presence. She hadn't left her side all night, had she? Arms loosely entangled her torso, keeping Natsuki close. Perhaps she's 'her Shizuru' after all? Natsuki choked a raspy breath, feeling as though all the logic fled her all over again. Why is she doing this to herself?! Why did Viola care? The nightmares she experienced from Viola's own past—they were nothing but that. Nightmares. Her Valkyrja had said it had been unrequited love—so why?! It makes no sens—Natsuki held her breath.

Calm. Calm down. She touched along Viola's sleeves, the white material feeling so soft. This was her favourite shirt, wasn't it? It was feminine with an intricate frilled front. From her time, it was feminine, but here, the fashion was unisex. A rocky sigh released from her, listening to Viola's slumbering breath. Natsuki couldn't quite believe she was thinking about the Valkyrja's attire. But it had always suited Viola. What is she thinking? She'd blame her fever, but her migraine had laxed. Albeit the ache was still present. Natsuki did not want to move—yes, it was the ache. It was not because of how Viola held her.

...Right, Natsuki?

The tight swell within her chest said otherwise.

"Natsuki thinks too hard." Viola's weary voice interrupted her contemplation. Easing upwards, Viola smoothed a hand along her face, gaze gloomy. After a moment, her focus returned to Natsuki who remained huddled within the blankets. Did she pretend to sleep? Crimson eyes narrowed at the possibility. This seemed to be the case as Natsuki wouldn't shift.

Feeling Viola dip close, Natsuki held her breath. What is she doing? All semblance of tranquility—what little she had—vanished. An anxiety bolted Natsuki in place. Viola's breath was upon her ear; what is she doing? With that, strong arms looped around the Einherjar, drawing her near. Her legs as well, they entangled with Natsuki's, enveloping her entire being with warmth.

She thinks she might cry again.

"It is alright to feel sad." Viola murmured, tone dreary. She is awake. "Do you regret no longer being ignorant? Are you mourning for what you lost and what you became? Or, do you hate it all?"

Natsuki listened to the Valkyrja's words, finding it unbearable. How did Viola understand her? Months previous they had been awash with tension. What kind though? Anxiety, terror… attraction? No. Natsuki hated Viola! Of course she d-id… The fear she had felt when Durandal charged Viola bit into her. No. No. No! Natsuki partially sprang from the bed, but a hand seized her wrist tightly. "L-let me go!" She cried, head dipping down. All Natsuki could do was wrestle until her back was pressed downwards. "L-leave me alone!"

"I will not." Viola straddled her, taking Natsuki's cheeks within her hands. "Look at me." Her hair cascaded, framing Natsuki within her shadow. "Natsuki."

"I—n-no, I w-on't, I—" A precarious kiss silenced her at that moment. Somehow, it quenched her scatterbrained turmoil, making her calm at last. As the kiss was broken, her lips quivered, hands leaping to seize the ones cupping her face.

"Please, Natsuki." Viola droned sadly, watching as her Einherjar's gaze fled from hers. "Talk to me."

It's foggy, making it needlessly difficult for Natsuki to see. For the past hour, she had been mindlessly wandering the camp. Nobody had stopped her, perhaps not noticing her. She… Natsuki didn't know what to do—let alone how to feel.

Lumbering towards a stocky oak tree, Natsuki slumped down against a thick root. Only the distant drone of camplife intruded upon her. Here she felt a tad semblance of peace. Outwardly, that is. Hugging her torso, she mildly shivered within the chill morning breeze. She should probably not be exposing herself to the snowy climate. Yet…? She needed time alone—specifically from Viola.

How does she respond to her? Viola's not hers yet is at the same time. There's also an awful dread penetrating her mind; when she was assassinated, what happened afterwards? Somehow the Founder back at Garderobe recognised her still. Was she never removed from the System's registry? What the hell happened?!

What are Anchors? How do they precisely work? Who is she? What happened at Windbloom Harbour and the Cathedral? So many questions were spiralling out of control yet again. S-she's...—

"—Natsuki." It's Viola. Unbeknownst to her Einherjar, Viola had followed her towards the treeline. Shaking off the snow from her boots, she sat herself down beside Natsuki. Within her grasp was a small tube. Uncorking it, she prised out a small roll of parchment. "How are you feeling?"

The question echoed within Natsuki's mind as she stared down at her feet. Scuffing her boot, she watched as snow was smeared aside. Honestly? Natsuki's gaze turned to the parchment that her Valkyrja read. Is that from a pigeon carrier? How did it know where they were? She had so many questions. Natsuki sighed.

"..." Turning her attention from the note, Viola watched as Natsuki hugged her legs to her chest. "What is—"

"—Who are we? How do Anchors work? What's up with Windbloom? Ugh." Smearing a hand against her face, Natsuki's frustration started showing. "Please! Just answer me truthfully! I need to know."

Viola stared only with mild surprise, having partially expected this outburst. Stringing the parchment back up, she placed it back into the message canister. "What will you have me explain?"

"Everything."

"That is a difficult demand." Shifting on her perch, Viola studied her Einherjar attentively. She appeared so frustrated—but that look was in her eye. Natsuki's still afraid, isn't she? "As you know this is an Anchor." Prising her crystal from beneath her shirt, Viola removed it from around her neck. "An Anchor—as its name implies—locks something into our reality. Whether this is an object, building or sensation." Natsuki watched her so closely she felt self-conscious. Inhaling, her gaze pulled away from her Einherjar. "These Anchors have been used for generations by the Valkyrja. For some reason, we—and yourself— are the only ones who can use them."

Natsuki's mind flashed back to the Windbloom Catacombs. "I… When Tomoe touched that Anchor inside the Catacombs, it didn't react. But when I did...?" Why is that? "How's that possible?"

"Mh…" Viola pulled her head back, peering up into the oak tree's canopy. No leaves were present; only snow enveloping its branches. "We do not belong here, but we also do. Maybe…" Viola sighed, her hot breath transforming into condensation within the chill. "...Because of this, we have that control? Miyù stated that—" Sudden realisation hit her.

"...Viola?" Natsuki eyed her oddly.

"We are linked directly to Yggdrasil. Its Heart are these Anchors." They are Anchored. Theoretically, couldn't they Anchor themselves elsewhere?

"I don't really get it." Natsuki propped her chin to her knees. Would she ever? Returning her gaze to Viola, a question which should have been difficult leapt from her lips. "Did… did Durandal hurt you?"

"No." Caught unawares, Viola's gaze locked with hers in surprise. "He did not reopen any wounds." She pressed a palm against her chest. Beneath soft fabric, she felt bandages. "Somehow." The great warg's weight had been monstrous. A faint smile graced her lips, watching her Einherjar shiver. "Are you cold?"

"No, I'm basking in desert air." Natsuki sarcastically drawled, throwing Viola another odd look. She's absolutely freezing! Ever since they had made camp, all she had experienced was the clinging chill. Lifting her feet, she propped them against a tree root instead. Here they were no longer within the snow. How cold even is it? Clearly it was below freezing, but still. "How are you not cold?"

"I prefer the cold, it helps to keep me in check."

"Weird." They fell silent for a time. That is, until Natsuki fired another question. "What's the deal with Wind Cathedral? Why are the undead in the Catacombs?" The Anchor was meant to control those husks, but they still attacked.

"I honestly have no clue. Valkyrja have been ordered to cull its population for centuries." One of those reasons being they weren't driven insane within that subterranean hellscape. Viola hummed, equipping her Anchor and slipping it beneath her ruffled shirt. "We shall probably be ordered there once returning."

"If we return." Natsuki mumbled. Viola sure seems confident even though she had nearly died. They both nearly had. One snap of Durandal's maw and—Natsuki froze, staring into space as the scenarios flooded her mind. What would it feel like to have your Valkyrja die? Especially when that Valkyrja was your former life's lover? Clenching her teeth behind her lips, Natsuki's face scrunched up.

"If we are to view the world more positively, we shall feel better—I hope." Viola murmured, noticing she only had half of Natsuki's attention. She looked afraid and aloof. "Natsuki." Landing a palm atop the Einherjar's shoulder, she nudged her gently. "...Natsuki?"

"H-huh… Sorry, I thought of something."

"Of?"

"Just…" Natsuki released a frustrated sigh. "So many of the people here I know from my past life. But they're different." How does Viola cope with that? How many people does she recognise from her own previous existence? "Worse, there's multiple versions. That maid from ages back—her name is Mai. She was my friend who went missing. Yet… when I went through that rift, I saw her there too."

"I did not know my Valkyrja, Anh." Shizuru revealed, causing Natsuki to look at her with surprise. "But I know she killed me, like I killed you."

"That's…"

"It is a gut feeling." The Valkyrja squeezed her shoulder before releasing her grip. Easing up, Viola straightened to her full height. "Come, follow me. I have an idea that may suit your needs."

Reluctantly Natsuki heaved up onto her feet and lumbered on after her. Mindlessly following Viola for a few minutes, she started realising she was searching for something. "What are you looking for?"

"Writing materials and something to lean against."

This search continued for a few more minutes until they stumbled upon Chie Hallard. The Knight-Commander was only partially armoured for once, not sporting her helmet nor cuirass. "Fetch the barrels from the stockpile, we need more drinks." She ordered a group of knights who immediately did as told. The three quickly departed, brushing past Natsuki who watched them leave. "Ah, Archvalkyrja, do you need anything?"

"In actuality, yes." Viola loosely crossed her arms, leaning against one leg faintly. "I require an inkwell, quill, parchment and preferably a table. Do you know where these are?"

"Last I heard the Knight-Captain was writing reports. You should visit her tent."

"Thank you." Heading further into camp, Viola had them turn a corner where less tents were. In the far corner was one which Viola beelined for. Approaching the flap, she asked: "Knight-Captain, are you present?"

"Yes, come in." They obeyed, and were greeted by Sarah Gallagher's back. She sat at a table, scribbling down on parchment. "What is it you need?" Twisting within her seat, she quickly caught sight of Natsuki. "Einherjar." She nodded.

"Is this the only table in the camp?" Receiving a nod, Viola mused thoughtfully. "Then, may I borrow it once you have completed your report?"

"I'm actually adding the finishing touches. You can have it in a few minutes."

"So." Natsuki said once everything had been transferred to their tent. "Will this really help me? To write everything down like this, I mean?" Natsuki was sitting at the table with Viola standing behind her.

"Your mind is in turmoil. Logically speaking, by doing so, it should clear your conflict." With greater clarity, Viola hoped Natsuki would stop pushing her away. They had unlocked a portion of their memories. Refusing to speak of it now would be disastrous. "If you do this, so shall I."

"That's… fair." Natsuki moderately nodded, giving in. She supposed it'd help. If only a little. "But what if I get stuck?"

"Then write that down. Who says this has to be any more difficult than already needed?"

Natsuki sighed. "I guess you have a point." After some moments, Viola went for the exit. "Viola?" She stopped. "I'm sorry. I must be an infuriating Einherjar." The Valkyrja did not move, simply staring at the tent. "That and you lost Tomoe."

"Not at all." Not another word was spoken, Viola stooping to head out.

'I hate seeing copies of people I kn—' Natsuki angrily scribbled this sentence out before finishing it. For an hour now she had been whacking her brain for anything. Alas, it was all jumbled inside her mind, distorting everything further. 'My mind tangles up when I see people from my past.' Propping her jaw against her palm, Natsuki's face scrunched up. 'It confuses me because—' What? The ink sluggishly leaked from the quill, spilling onto parchment.

'—sometimes they're totally different people with other motives.' Her mind drifted to the Captain of the Guard. During her lifetime, Haruka Armitage had been a bumbling wildcard who could be manipulated easily. Here she seemed… different. 'Everything's alien and familiar at the same time, it drives me insane.'

Putting the quill back into its inkwell, Natsuki smeared her hands against her face. This is a load of crap. How is this supposed to help her? All it's doing is making her feel more frustrated! Leaning backwards, she glared skywards at the stitched tent. Rather than earn respite, Durandal flashed within her mind. "For fuck sake."

"How is progress?"

Natsuki jumped, nearing flying out of her skin. "V-Viola?!" When had she gotten here?! From the tent's entrance Viola had appeared, two helmets within her arms. Calming somewhat, she instead sighed for perhaps the ten-millionth time. "I can't get him out of my head." Wait, isn't that her sallet? Her eyes beelined to the dark helmet.

"He is your KEY, you have full control." Approaching Natsuki, she placed one of the helmets against the table. The sallet meanwhile, was popped atop Natsuki's head, unstrapped. "One of the knights found your helmet, you should thank him later."

Huh? Natsuki had been sure it went missing for good. "What do I d—" She stiffened, Viola invading her personal space. Swiftly she discovered the reason; Viola was merely fastening her sallet. "—do I do?" She asked, her visor being shut next, the action oddly making her feel safe. "How am I supposed to control something that terrif—"

"—Natsuki." Viola clasped hold of her shoulders, forcing her to lock eyes with her. "Did you forget who your Valkyrja is? It is fine. You are anxious. Your mind will have you believe a mountain would crush you."

"But that's—"

"—Obscene?" Viola received a nod. "That is how anxiety works. If you do not realise what it is doing to you, it will eat you alive."

Natsuki parted her lips before her head sagged downwards. "That's… logical. I always dealt with anxiety in my previous life. I had hoped that it would…" She growled, pressing her hands to Viola's torso to push her away gently. "I wanted it to just disappear. But it did anything but that." Is it worse? Natsuki hadn't a clue.

"Then—"

"—How do you always know what to say?!" The confusion and infuriation quickly got the better of Natsuki. "Why do you always make sense?!" Why can't she be like that? If so, at least maybe she'd feel confident? Worse, Viola looked at her so understandingly! "...Stop it." She lowly mumbled, feeling as though the weight of the world was upon her. But, instead of receiving a vocal answer, she received a physical one. "V-Viola?"

"Hush, I know." The Valkyrja entangled her arms around Natsuki, having her head—sallet included—rest against her chest. It was painful against her tender flesh, but who cares? "It is fine to feel like this. You died, now you are here having to contend with all sorts of things. Natsuki, you said you have lived a lie. Do you feel this is still the case?"

Natsuki could only nod, unsure hands rising to grip Viola's shirt. The people are nearly the same yet are drastically different. Viola is but isn't her Shizuru. There's forever never ending questions spiralling out of control. So much so, Natsuki was certain she had asked them billions of times. "I… maybe I'll get over it one day." Or… perhaps she shan't.

Scene Theme: Taishi — (Phant Solo III) Chapter 2, A Place Shrouded in Death

Neither woman could quite believe what they were doing.

For two long nights, the encampment had been preparing to enter Kiyohime's Shrine. It was excessively risky as Viola's KEY is the embodiment of deceit. How could they possibly hope to overcome that? Furthermore, how were they meant to prepare? Neither knew, thus they were diving into the unknown depths.

"I can't believe you expect me to use Durandal." Natsuki muttered beside Viola. Both were situated by the shrine's entrance before a campfire. "How do you know he won't turn on us?"

"I do not." Viola ignored the stare of disbelief thrown her way. Instead, she seated herself upon one of the short stools and started warming her hands. Like Natsuki, she was armoured, though her helmet and gloves remained on the floor beside her. "Sit down, the others are still preparing." Her command was obeyed—albeit reluctantly. Viola herself was dressed within her mahogany-red gambeson. Around her arms, her rerebraces and vambraces were latched together by couters at her elbows. "Do you need help checking your armour?" Her gaze lifted momentarily before fastening the buckles of her cuirass.

"No, but—" Natsuki presented her sallet, showing Viola. "—couldn't you chisel holes in the eye slot things—" "—Occulariums?" "—Yeah… that. Couldn't you just make the occulariums bigger? So I can see?" The two gazed at each other, until Viola burst out laughing. "What?" Natsuki could only continue staring helplessly, watching the Valkyrja adjust her gorget carefully.

"You are far too reckless, Natsuki. But somehow?" Viola studied her for a time, until continuing: "It makes you adorable."

Natsuki grumbled under her breath, gaze veering into the fire's flames. She watched Viola out the corner of her eyes, embers making the woman's armour glow. "Stop it, you sound li—"

"My previous self?" Viola cut her off, only receiving a hesitant nod after a while. "Well." She sighed. "I cannot say I am familiar with the one you know." Heaving onto her feet, Viola spun on her heel and lifted her boot. Setting it upon the stool, she stooped to check her cuirass, poleyns and greaves. Once confident the leg armour was accounted for, she checked the sabatons wrapping her boots. "I hope she treated you well."

"Huh… yeah… she did."

Viola barely caught the mumble through the breeze. Pausing, she fired a glance at Natsuki, locking their gaze. "That is good to hear." She forced a smile, returning to her task at hand.

What was that about? Natsuki unconsciously scratched her jaw, disliking the heat she felt there. But it's so cold! How could her cheeks—ugh. It was clear what had happened. Instead, she sat there awkwardly, glaring at the sallet within her lap. Either way she finds it obscene just how poor her vision was in this thing. How she'd see a thing in a potential battle was beyond her. With a sigh, she untied the string from her wrist and reached behind herself. Tying her hair into place, her eyes remained fixated on Viola.

The woman in question was seated once more and studied her own helmet. An armet decorated with air holes in circular patterns. Natsuki couldn't imagine her wearing such a thing.

As if overhearing Natsuki's mind, the Valkyrja said: "The others are coming. Can you help me with my bevor?" Sure enough, in the distance, Natsuki spotted knights dredging through the snow. Also wrapping her hair back, Viola unpocketted a clip. "Behind the helmet is a disc. The bevor's harness must rest above the rivet."

As Viola pinned her hair back, Natsuki cautiously took the woman's armet helmet. There indeed was a disc hammered into the skull plate. Curiously there was another rivet against the side of its visor as well. "What's this thing?" She gestured at it.

"It makes it easier to lift the visor up when wearing gauntlets."

Huh, well. That made sense, Natsuki supposed. Fiddling with the rivet idly, she observed Viola equipping a padded cap. That looked itchy as hell. Would it really help wearing this literal bucket? Natsuki's attention pulled back down to the armet, her face scrunching up. Natsuki prayed she wouldn't have to wear one. Why would she anyway? Her sallet has padding built into it.

"Natsuki." Their eyes met and the moment they did, Natsuki snorted. Viola looks ridiculous! "You would not be amused if you wore this." Viola's gaze narrowed faintly at her accusation. This immediately silenced the Einherjar. That is, until Viola threaded the cap together tightly, making a bow.

"I-I ca—" Wheezing, Natsuki burst out laughing, much to the Valkyrja's chagrin. The awkward hair bulge within the cap didn't help Viola's state of attire either.

"Just help me with the helmet, Einherjar." The Valkyrja hissed. Natsuki wasn't sure whether to feel concerned or amused.

"Fine, fine." Lifting to her feet, Natsuki approached her—alas, straining to control herself. Gods', she looks ridiculous! "Here." Her lips twitched.

"A few weeks ago you would be terrified to even bare amusement at me. My previous self must have not been vicious at all."

"You'd be surprised at that." Natsuki couldn't help but smile sadly, reminiscing mutely. After a moment, she realised her mistake, handing over the armet helmet. "Is it hard to breathe in a full helmet like this?"

"Very much. But you get used to it." The Valkyrja slipped it onto her head and shut the visor securely. Now Natsuki could hardly see her eyes through the occulariums. "The bevor is by my feet, help me fasten it across the armet."

With Viola's voice now muffled, Natsuki had to strain to hear her. Where is...—ah. There it is, the bevor's covered in snow. Picking it up, she smoothed the chilled metal clean. Having Viola press the bevor to the helmet, Natsuki painstakingly fastened it in place.

"Einherjar!" Natsuki turned, curiosity rising. The Commander was approaching with a dozen knights. Within her arms was a cuirass. Wait, is that meant for her? It's the same dark hue as her armour, so it seemed the case. "Is that for me?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course it is!" The Captain—Gallagher—was striding beside Hallard, holding the woman's helmet. "Come on, I'll suit you up. Don't make the Knight-Commander cry now."

Ugh. Whatever. Natsuki sighed, fiddling with her gorget. This thing protects her clavicle and throat. As such, it rests on top of the cuirass, so sensibly she unhooked its halves and removed it. "Suit me up, Commander." She responded dryly.

A group of knights passed them by as Chie dropped the rear portion of the armour. It dully landed within the snow, an imprint crunching around it. "Firstly." Chie said, pressing the front to Natsuki's chest. "I want you to keep this here. I will harness the back for you." This procedure was surprisingly straightforward. Though Natsuki figured it's because the Knight-Commander has plenty of experience. "As this cuirass has no faulds or tassets, you won't need to worry about adapting your movement. Don't let the cuirass get to your head—you aren't invincible." Next came the gorget, the two halves being linked back above Natsuki's shoulders. "Off you go." The Commander patted her upper-arm.

That was quick. Natsuki blinked, raising her arms to check out her new armour. It amazingly suited her well. From what little she could see of it within the darkness, anyway. Another round of knights approached, heaving a wheeled battering ram over. So that's what they had been building in the woods? Natsuki had overheard the concern that they would get separated again. Though a functional siege weapon? The Royal Guard certainly knew how to impress in such short notice.

"As discussed—" Chie yelled above the muttering which her voice quickly silenced. "—the Archvalkyrja will take the lead as we descend. The Anchor of Manipulation is attuned to Kiyohime itself. Theoretically, she'll sense trouble way before any of us." Stepping aside for another group, they carried two long planks over. These were dumped down the shrine steps and two knights followed with hammers. "Start heaving the battering ram down!"

Chunks of wood were quickly nailed below an occasional step to give the planks greater foundation. The battering ram was eased onto the planks, causing the siege engine to sluggishly slide downwards. The knights above slowed its decline with rope, though were hesitant to climb the icy steps.

"Follow me under all circumstances." Viola's voice muffled within her helmet as she ordered Natsuki. She turned to the fire, kicking dirt to kill the flames. Then, equipping her long cuffed gloves she eyed Natsuki within dim light. "I expect Kiyohime will respond to you with great interest. Whether this is negative… we shall see." Unfortunately.

"Okay…" Natsuki mumbled, taking a stressed breath. Now that it's time, her nerves were starting to get the better of her. Tying her hair back securely, she scrambled for her sallet. Popping it atop her head, she made another exhale. 'Calm. Just calm down.' Alas, for the knights started descending the steps.

Natsuki's clearly at her wits end. Viola studied her through her limited vision, snatching her Anchor from the stool. "Come." She seized her wrist. They made their slow climb downwards, taking the lead upon entering the shrine.

"Einherjar." The Knight-Captain, Sarah Gallagher appeared by Natsuki's side, easing a lantern within her hold. "Be mindful of the path, it's rugged and damaged in places." With this, she lowered her armet's visor and shifted back within the darkness.

But, a question remained, plaguing Natsuki. "Do we really need to do this?" She asked Viola, edging closer so only the Valkyrja could hear. "Do you want to do this? Should we? All because Miyú said so?" Instead, Natsuki received a reaction she would never have expected.

Discovering she was unable to answer, Viola smiled sadly—the notion unseen. Yet, even so, Natsuki gazed at her puzzled. Could she tell she's smiling, somehow? Through the darkness, Viola grasped Natsuki's hand who stared harder. Pulling Natsuki close, their armour rattled as their sides met. "I do not—" An angry presence disturbed her. Easing Natsuki away, she lifted her hand to signal the others. The battering ram that grinded and shook, halted to an immediate stop. As did the knights; their bodies and eyes shifting with unease.

Something—no, someone watched them from afar. Her presence was enveloped within a crimson glow, yet nobody once witnessed her. The foreboding entity started stalking them—never too far or too close. Nobody sensed a thing—except Natsuki and Viola.

The Archvalkyrja was the first to look within Yukariko's direction. Nothing. Except, moment's later, she saw something. Veering her crimson gaze towards it, Viola spotted a shadow figure walk then disappear into a far wall. Eyes locked where it had been, her heart raced. W-what was that…? A dread filled her soul and she wasn't sure why.

"Viola, what's—" A gloved palm silenced her, Natsuki's view momentarily blocked by it. They continued on, a stone archway with an inscription engraved upon it.

'Upon thou shadows feast.'

...What does that mean? Natsuki wasn't the only one to be confused either. The knights took particular fascination in this archway, many helping to illuminate it with lanterns.

'Thy darkest fear shall reign immortal.'

"What does it mean?" She asked Viola, gaze falling to her Anchor. It's glowing. Viola noticed it as well, the viridian as vibrant as the summer sunlight. It quickly overwhelmed the expedition; many startled by the sheer gleam. Then—quaking fear.

'Betwixt terror it shall be buried.'

Around them, shadow figures materialised, manipulating the very atmosphere. They morphed into such impossible things—of people they once knew, loved or forgot.

"T-that's—" A knight gasped, recognising a comrade long since dead.

"Stop!" Viola rebuked, turning on her heel sharply. "It is a trick!" Her back faced her dead Valkyrja; Anh's cold gaze burning into her very conscience. But some would not listen, for they approached these shadow figures. Before Viola's eyes, a knight was engulfed within dark tendrils and ripped apart internally. A gurgled scream which ploughed from him would forever haunt her dreams.

Blood, gore and bits sailed through the tunnel, some knights getting drenched by the meaty shrapnel. Several moments proceeded as they silently watched the knight slam to the floor; armour rusted black. Then, carnage broke loose.

T-this couldn't b-be happening?! Natsuki was bolted to the spot, acutely aware of an unknown organ splattering her shoulder. Oh, Gods'. She ignored it—desperately tried too! Alas… s-she—

"—Natsuki!" It's Viola. Her armoured physique calmed her somewhat, that is until she saw Anh behind her. Natsuki didn't know who it was, but within the viridian blaze, noticed her guts were hanging out. Her cold eyes stared through her, glaring into her soul. "Natsuki!" Viola shook sense into her.

"B-behind you!" Natsuki cried, the Valkyrja spinning around just in time. Anh had struck out with a broadsword. The blade had been parried at the last moment by Viola's sabre.

"A-Anh…?" Viola's strength all but evaporated upon a single strike. N-no… this isn't Anh. She won't be manipulated again! "Y-you are not Anh." Her tone became brittle with venom. Her Valkyrja died a long time ago. Behind her, Natsuki could only helplessly watch as she cut down the hallucination.

As she sank her sabre into Anh's midriff, visuals barraged apart her senses. Within seconds, she was above Garderobe before it had become ruins. But this is impossible—wrong. Everything's backwards! S-she… how? Anh flew before her, a tian peng chan within her grasp. A gurgled choke released from Viola as it ripped inside her chest.

"V-Viola!"

From an impossible angle, something watched Natsuki from the shrine rafters. The Einherjar knelt beside Viola whose knees crashed to the floor. "Viola! Snap out of it! She wasn't real!" Yet, everything within these chambers very much was so. Situation rough, Natsuki was yet to notice they were the only ones left. Sensing it, Natsuki froze. All was quiet.

"I-I…" Viola mumbled incoherently, her hand shooting towards her glowing Anchor. "It-it is…"

"...What?"

"She's here."

A brutal pressure swarmed the shrine. Before they had a chance to react, the thing from the rafters swooped down. The monstrous lindwurm crashed into the floor, sending dirt and pebbles flying around her. Kiyohime has arrived. The KEY'S powerful flailing caused reverberations across the shrine, creating terrifying whispers to hiss around them. Slamming her tail into Natsuki, the Einherjar was slammed into a far wall, bones snapping upon impact.

Nobody noticed the crimson glow encroaching upon Natsuki.

"What have you done?!—" Viola demands, her voice full of pained hatred. Agony engulfed her, Natsuki's injuries setting into her own body. Again her legs buckled, her knees crashing against freezing stone. A brittle cough hacked her body—blood. But her command is never answered, for Kiyohime transformed herself. Humanoid, scaleless and fraightfully pale, a beautiful woman now stood before the stunned Viola. Hair blacker than night and eyes a gleaming red, Kiyohime apprehended her Valkyrja in an embrace.

"I am your darkest self—" The KEY's arms wound around her shoulders, Kiyohime's flesh phasing through Viola's armour. "—and you are me." Her voice was low and sultry. Like a hot, humid day: The total opposite of her appearance which was cold and dead. "Don't you like us?" She whispered, her serpentine tongue grazing her Valkyrja's ear. Opening Viola's visor, she continued: "You shall become me."

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"...—Atsuki!"

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"Nats—…!"

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Standing before a shoreline overlooking a modern city, Natsuki was unable to comprehend her situation. W-what's… where is everyone…? A dread seeped into Natsuki's psyche. Moment's ago she had been attacked by Kiyohi—

Sinking downwards, Natsuki's knees and hands crashed harmlessly into sand. O-oh, her head… W-what's going on?! Is she dead?!

"Not yet you aren't." A voice which should not exist hissed out with pure malice towards Natsuki. The Einherjar's head shot upwards, eyes widening to greet Tokiha Mai. "You've killed him!" The redhead, dressed within an odd uniform roared, her clothes transforming into pitch blackness.

I-is… is this the rift from before? Natsuki tried to stand, but Mai's hands snatched upon her collar. Wait, collar? She's not dressed within—

"Kagutsuchi!"

The terrifying dragon which attacked the Palace materialised before Natsuki's very eyes behind Mai. Unfeasibly, before Kagutsuchi could bellow molten fire upon her, another entity swooped into action. A quaking rumble caused Mai to shove Natsuki to the sandy floor before spinning around. "No!" She yelled out, a monumental squid-hydra setting upon Kagutsuchi.

All goes mute and dulled, like Natsuki's in space. She scrambles to stand, but notices an argent light gleaming beside her. Hesitantly she turns her head to regard it.

"To stablise thy worlds, the KEYs must be sacrificed." Miyú's ethereal form floated before Natsuki, blocking her view. "This scene happened long ago during a previous existence. It is a broken world which the Dark Whisperer tarnished." Around them, their environment warped, changing into something entirely different. "Betwixt the roots thou shall behold truth."

Gasping for air, Natsuki—now within her armour—stared skywards. All around her were twisting roots and bark. They stretched up for thousands of feet, suspending a gigantic crystal above. She… she already knew what this is. The Heart of Suihōhime.

"Y-you're here!" A distorted voice from before invaded Natsuki's mind. She stared hard at the Heart; its surface chipped and cracked. "Get… g-get us out of here!" Another voice begged, one she had not yet heard.

"W-who… are you?" Why did it sound as though it had come from the Heart? Furthermore, why had the voices gone silent? A wariness beheld Natsuki; gaze wandering Yggdrasil's great chamber. Then, she was back at the shrine. Standing before the archway, her head throbbed with anguish. W-what had—?! Knees buckling, her hands clasped her sallet desperately. "I-I—" Her lantern rolled across the floor upon being dropped: The lightsource dying as it barraged into the archway.

"Natsuki?" Viola's muffled voice was the first to sound, quickly soothing her fried mindset. She squatted beside her fragile Einherjar with great concern. "What happe—"

"—W-we can't g—" Natsuki stuttered, unable to untangle her tongue. Her hands flung for Viola's cuirass, fingertips uselessly slipping across iron. "Thi-is—this already happened!" She forced the words to pour from her mouth, trying desperately to look into Viola's eyes. Woefully she could not, for the darkness crept in closer.

"Well, well, well." Kiyohime manifested amidst the knights, causing some to shout in shock. They scrambled away from the naked beauty, but it wasn't enough. "Stability to a fickle thing." Her form shimmered, vaulting forth to seize a knight. Within confusion, she staggered against Kiyohime as her body phased through iron. "Like life—" Had Kiyohime just possessed this knight?! "It can be snuffed out and pulverised."

The group could only watch on as the possessed knight unsheathed her broadsword from her scabbard. To their horror, the knight then sliced through unprotected fabric: Thoroughly gutting herself. The body smashed to the floor, blood pouring across debris and cobblestone.

"R-remain calm!" Chie ordered above the roars of confusion and screaming.

"How the fuck do you expect us to do that?!" A knight screamed in her direction, taking off for the exit. He was swept into darkness, only an echoing scream revealing his final moments.

"W-we're gonna die in here." Natsuki mumbled, still crouched beside the archway. She continued muttering incoherently, fingernails scraping against her sallet. "I-it's a nightm-mare! A-a trick!" This isn't happening! No, no, no!

"But it is happening, Einherjar."

Viola saw it before it was too late. Swerving around to check Natsuki, she witnessed the foreboding presence of a possessed knight behind Natsuki. A shout released from her lips, but never made a sound. Her Einherjar yelled out in fear, standing to then flawlessly unshealth her sabre. The foolish knight hadn't worn adequate neck protection. Thus, the sabre ripped through his throat, his arteries, muscles and veins getting severed. Bits of gore pelted across the chamber, and his blood spurted from his neck. The image would forever be planted within Natsuki's mind. But his words would scorch her psyche the most.

"Be-c-come W-æl-c-cyrge!"

The possessed knight's body crumpled against Natsuki, sending her sabre clanging to the floor. His weight was too heavy to move, sparkling emerald shimmering from his body. W-what is this?! A cry fled Natsuki's throat, the ardor engulfing the Einherjar like a spiritual waterfall.

Then, soul madness commenced.

Voices of the impossible swarmed Natsuki's mind like locusts. They screamed in multitudes of languages, both of Earl and unknown. A voice so far yet familiar whispered at her. 'Þær hit nu gen lifað.' ...Rushed under earth... 'Oþ Ey Wæs Ofereode.' ...Until it's overcome... W-what? "I-I-I'm…!"

"N-Natsuki!"

Arms enveloped Natsuki's body from behind, the gust of turmoil sweeping her mind still. Unable to recognise who it was, she wrestled within Viola's arms. "L-let go!" Her voice sounded so broken so—i-is… is this what… Viola experienced…? What's happening to her? All the reserved strength left her body at that moment. Crumbling, her body was held upright by Viola.

The chamber was no longer illuminated within Viola's Anchor. Instead, an unnatural light beheld the shrine. Ancient black stone surrounded them, revealing the true origin of the archway.

"Upon thou shadows feast. Thy darkest fear shall reign immortal. Betwixt terror it shall be buried. Thou shalt not be wrathed. Only those around thou ond thy most precious. Tis thy reckoning."

Kiyohime presented herself beneath the archway, a sinister smile lining her lips. Her provocative stance drove the Archvalkyrja into a rage. Before the others could stop her, she had set Natsuki to the floor gently. Upon doing this, she charged the KEY with an ardor never seen before.

"Yeees! Like that!" Kiyohime hissed with glee, arms outstretching as Viola struck. The sabre gorged inside her bare gut, dicing intestines disgustingly. "N-now we're whole—"

"Silence your tongue, wench!" Viola spat, anguish present even through her armet. Twisting her sabre so hard, she felt it snap within the KEY's stomach. Yet it wasn't enough. Kiyohime spluttered against her own blood, laughing until the very end.

As the laughter died, Kiyohime's body unceremoniously hammered the floor. Blood oozing from her midriff and mouth, Viola gagged for breath. T-this bitch! Ripping her sabre from the body, flesh disintegrated before her.

"Is… is it over?" Chie unsurely approached.

Viola merely stared at where her KEY had been. The hilt of her sabre remained within her grip uselessly, until she carelessly discarded it. The shattered weapon clanged noisily, echoing awfully throughout the tunnel. "It is." She said, her voice dangerously level. Without another word, Viola lumbered towards Natsuki calmly.

Chie could only watch on after her, sensing the aura radiating from the Archvalkyrja. If any of them neared either woman, they would meet their doom. Or rather...

If they approached the two Valkyrja.

A/N: As always, check my profile for updates! I will probably work on some other stories as timelining this monster is brutal.

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Elizabeth Charlotte: Yeah there's loooads of hanging details which need addressing. They will be explained, albeit slowly. Cyne Wælcyrge is my magnum opus, so it's doubtful I'll finish it anytime soon. Five-ten years? No idea. I have an ending loosely (extreme emphasis on the loosely) planned out, though it'll definitely change with time.

You also asked where my creativity comes from? I'll be personal here. I'm a cocktail of High Functioning Autism and mental illness. (I actually had learning disabilities, was partially mute, nor could I walk). So, well—it helps me a lot to explore imagination and emotion. There are certain things I do not experience: jealousy, empathy, libido etc. I don't quite know how well I write these compared to neurotypicals. But for other things, they're on hyperdrive: anxiety, depression, anger and loneliness. Those four key emotions are my strengths, and I've totally embraced them within my writing. It acts as both an emotional release and escapism. I grew up in a very different world compared to others. Existing within a society that's systematically made to destroy you offers different insights, I guess. But, my Autism has gifted and cursed me with obscene focus. Medieval history is my life long "special interest" and I'm sure that's clear as daylight. Cyne Wælcyrge is my world that I can hide within and be myself. Natsuki has a lot of me inside her, whilst Viola is what I want to become.

On a final note, these are the main musicians I listen to when writing Cyne Wælcyrge: Kajiura Yuki, Jason Graves, Nathan McCree, Peter Connelly, Schwarzwald Ano, Taishi and Sakuzyo. I fully recommend you listen to Taishi's Phant Solo albums. Many of Cyne Wælcyrge's scenes use his tracks as inspiration.

Cthulhu-Anne: Bless. I watched your posts pop up with a lot of amusement. It would probably help you a lot to simply make an account, right? At least then you wouldn't need to memorise your name. Even better, it'd mean easier writer-reader interaction. It always drives me a little insane when anons speak since I can't directly reply or identify them. I would love to interact with you all.

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Darwater: Speaking of music placement, the final scene ended up being an absolute pain. It almost completely changed from what I had planned in the timeline. I'm satisfied with this outcome, though I'm not totally happy with it. But I never am so there's that. HARD WORK AND GUTS!