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"No, really— what the hell just happened?!" Gilthunder demanded, looking almost hysterical as he looked wildly from person to person, with no one quite able to meet his gaze as they, in turn, continued to stare at the still-active spell orb, expressions blank as they tried to process what just had and was still happening.

"Secondary copies of the Captain and Ban fell from the sky," Gowther narrates. He, alone, looked mostly unshaken by the events that they'd just seen. "Taking the injured Captain and absconding, leaving the Ban originally present to fight against the Commandments in their stead. That was what happened. In summary."

"Th-that's not what he meant, Gowther," King says numbly. He, too, looked pale and shaken, as he had been since Meliodas had finally become overwhelmed in the fight. After his initial, knee-jerk reaction to the... visitors arriving, he'd become silent in the aftermath of what they'd seen, from the second Ban's vicious fighting retreat away from the Commandments with both Meliodas in tow, to the first Ban, the Ban they knew had come with them, readying himself to stand for battle. "W-we all saw that but..."

Escanor nearly stumbles on his own feet in his haste to follow through but he manages, nervously wringing his hands as he did. "W-we all saw what happened! The Captain getting—" Here, he turns very pale, looking almost sick " —Getting defeated, th-that big hole in the sky, that other B-Ban escaping... but how in the world did any of that happen?"

Gowther tilts his head to one side in what would've been an inquisitive gesture, were it not for the ever-present neutral look on his face. "The Captain was defeated because he was overwhelmed in an eight-on-one battle. That other Ban managed to escape by taking full advantage of the confusion brought about by his appearance in conjunction with his own unexpected abilities, with some help from the other Captain's 'Full Counter'," he answers simply. "Although, I have no knowledge of how that gate itself came to existence. The magic that summoned it was unknown to me. However, if it would help, I can Playback the scene if you would like."

"What's the big deal? They're definitely on our side, aren't they?" Hawk asks. "They totally saved Meliodas out there! Why look a gift horse in the mouth?"

"Because it shouldn't have ever existed!"

The outburst was enough to make him, and almost everyone around him, flinch, moreso given that it had come from someone who'd remained virtually mute until just now.

It was Gilfrost, his eyes wide, his face pale, and his hands shaking around his staff. All of them had been affected by what they'd seen to some extent or the other but he didn't look sickened, like most of the Sins and their allies did, nor did he look resigned like some of the other festival survivors did. He looked honestly terrified. "You don't understand! That magic that brought them here, that gate in the sky —I thought that demon's magic was powerful but that, the magic that brought them here... it's magic that shouldn't even exist in this world. It's magic more powerful than anything I've ever seen before! And I've trained under the greatest mages in all of Britannia!"

"H-hey, calm down!" Howzer, who'd previously been trying to calm Gilthunder, was staring at him with wide eyes. "Even if it was powerful magic, all it did was open a door! What's the big deal about it?"

Gilfrost's stare bore into his own, making him flinch and look nervously away. "That door, where it opened from, it wasn't from this world. It was a door from a different world entirely—which one, I don't know. For all I know, those two could've both been intruders from the Demon Realm and what we just saw was them kidnapping the Captain of the Seven Deadly Sins."

"B-but that was Sir Ban, wasn't it?" Arthur asks hesitantly. "Sir Ban would never try to do anything to really hurt Sir Meliodas... right?"

Gilfrost only stares. "How can we be sure it was him?" he asks, tone just a hair's breadth away from being scathing. "Or that Meliodas with him for that matter. How can we be sure it was actually Meliodas? Shapeshifting, clones, magical disguises—there're thousands of ways to copy someone's appearance like that! For all we know, that was exactly what we just saw."

For a moment, everyone on the rooftop is struck silent.

"I... don't think they were impostors..." Diane tries though even she seemed hesitant. "I'm pretty sure that was Meliodas. When he arrived, it-it felt just like him! And, besides, he used Full Counter, didn't he?! That's his magic power, right?"

No one could look her in the eye. While she was correct, there were plenty of spells or items that could duplicate techniques like that, and as for her earlier point, while it was true that the presences they felt when the two first fell from the sky had definitely felt like the two Sins at the first glance, they started to feel somewhat off as they actually started to fight. While one of them felt, more or less, like Meliodas, the other... while it was definitely Ban, it was somehow several magnitudes more intense. More powerful. Although all of the Sins with their memories present recognized the techniques he used as applications of his power Snatch, they were on an entirely different scale from those of the Ban they knew. Given the apparently otherworldly magic that heralded their arrival, the explosions that came with their appearance, and even the sheer strangeness of the fact that they were exact doppelgangers of two of the infamous Sins and there really was no way they wouldn't seem suspicious.

"... We can't be sure," Hendrickson says, at last. "It's as he said. As of now, there's no way to know for certain."

"No."

The conviction in her voice startles them all enough to turn to face her. Elizabeth was on her feet. Her face was pale, as it had been ever since the... well, execution began, but her voice was steady, strong, and her eyes were full of conviction.

"That was Sir Meliodas," she says, her voice soft but her words filled with complete self-assurance. "I know it was him. The Sir Meliodas who came from the portal and the Sir Meliodas who fought the Ten Commandments... both of them are Sir Meliodas. I don't know how it happened," she says, forestalling Gilfrost with the sharpness in her eyes. "Or how it could've happened but I'm absolutely certain of it."

"Well, if anyone could tell, I'm sure it would be you, Elizabeth," a very soft, very faint female voice interjects, before anyone else could say a word. The weakness in the voice drew everyone's attention. The sight itself was enough to make people gasp.

It's Elaine. She was slumped on the floor, back against the wall, hands lying limp at her sides, shivering violently despite the warm evening air. Her face was pale and clammy, and her breathing sounded rough and ragged. But despite it all, there was no doubt in her words, only assurance in her eyes. Her gaze was fixed on the still-active spell orb, as it had been since their Ban had left.

"Just like... I can tell that that other Ban is definitely... Ban, too."

"Elaine!" King was by her side in seconds. "What's wrong, are you okay?!"

"B-Big brother..." Elaine looks up at him, desperation in her eyes. "It's him, I know it's him..."

"Take it easy," he says. "I-I believe you but I just—"

"Move aside." Elizabeth's voice was filled with a calm, but unyielding authority as she approached, her hands already brilliantly luminescent. King hurried out of her way, everyone around Elaine hastily following suit. "You'll be fine," she soothes. "I'm right here. And I believe you." She closes her eyes in concentration and the light streams from her fingertips. Soon, Elaine's breathing eased and her color, while still pale, became less deathly so. Matrona, who'd been silent ever since Diane's outburst during the battle prior, couldn't help but stare in awe. "... is that better?"

"Ban," she whispers in lieu of answering. "That was Ban. I know it. I can feel it here— " she traces a circle over her heart. "It was him. I just know it. Ban..."

Her eyes wandered weakly back over to the still-active spell orb, landing on the Fox's Sin still present on the battlefield as he readied himself for battle, hands moving sharply over his body in a way that Jericho suddenly recognized from the fight with Galan, the sword Lostvayne gleaming in his grip.

"Be safe..."

Before this all started, all Ban thought he was going to do was go help Escanor deliver some ale then be on his way to try and get back to the rest of the Sins. It was nothing interesting but, hell, after the fight with Galan and Melascula, he wasn't exactly going to complain too much. Escanor had been the one to save his sorry ass after all; he could do some delivery work, no problem.

Then the giant, fricking labyrinth popped out of nowhere, separated him from Elaine, King, Jericho, and Escanor, had him fighting for his life against monster after monster, dodging death traps, and navigating a gigantic maze with no apparent exit in sight. It was everything a boring delivery job was not. He couldn't say he exactly disliked it. It wasn't exactly dangerous, not to him, anyway, and he was pretty sure King and Jericho could help protect Elaine just fine, though he knew she could take care of herself, of course.

Then there was his unexpected reunion with the Captain and most of the rest of the Sins and their, quite frankly, coerced entry into the so-called fighting festival. Well, that part, he really couldn't say he didn't enjoy, at least a little. He got to fight at his favorite fighting buddy's side, see some half-decent bouts between the other competitors, and even watch his Elaine as she showed off just why she was the best, no contest, in the ring. He didn't like that he was forced to be there but since he was there, at least he got to enjoy himself a little.

Then his best friend nearly died.

It's as if the memory's been branded into the backs of his eyelids, it keeps playing over and over again in his head. He doesn't have to try to remember, he keeps seeing it anyway. The feeling of his heart hammering in his throat as he watched him initially keep pace against the Drole and Gloxinia, the wave of icy terror going down his spine when the rest of the living Commandments crashed onto the scene, the desperate hope the he just might make it as he saw that Revenge Counter flaring into existence around him and—

—and that hope turning into ashes in his mouth at the butchering that came after.

He doesn't need to try to remember because it's still playing in his mind and he already knows, even now, that the sound of his friend's screams, the sight of that breathless agony on his face, as those swords pierced through his hearts was going to haunt him for a while. He'd literally been right there and he couldn't do a damn thing to stop it. Everything he tried, none of it so much as phased the bastard, and he couldn't do anything but watch as the light started to leave his best friend's eyes.

Then everything exploded.

He's honestly not sure what exactly happened after the explosion. All he knows is, in the microseconds after the bastard planted the sixth blade, something fell from the sky and crashed right behind him, exploded (ripping him in two, not that that lasted long), then, all of a sudden, a second Captain was there, Meliodas, identical to the one he'd been watching save the clothes, lack of bloodstains, and, oh yeah, lack of stab wounds, looking about as confused as he felt.

Then a second him showed up too, as casual as anything, chatting with the second Captain like he was talking about the weather. Because why not? He nearly saw his best friend die, a second of his best friend appeared out of frickin' nowhere, and, apparently, he has an identical twin he doesn't know about because this was what his life had become. Hell. Actual mind-fucked hell.

But, at the very least, if a second him could show up out of nowhere, at least it was one who was actually useful. He, the second him—and holy fucking shit, but that was going to need some getting used to—managed to grab the Cap'n, the stabbed one, before the Commandments could react, ran like hell, and actually managed to do it. With two Meliodas(es) in hand, he somehow managed to elude all the Commandments there in a fighting retreat while he could do nothing but watch and reattach his spine to heal it back on.

They all just ignored him, of course. Why would they take notice, he was fuckin' useless, wasn't he?

Of course, all that was then.

Now, he was standing by himself, about to face off against all of the Commandments remaining with only Lostvayne, a weapon that while strong was damned unsuitable for someone with his skills, buying time while his long lost twin brother or whoever the fuck that was escaped with two of his one best friend.

A different person might've started praying now, for sanity or mercy, whichever. Another person might've started begging now.

But Ban?

He'd be damned if he let himself stay useless now.

He finishes his preparations, arms held crossed over his chest, Lostvayne held readied in his right hand as he looked out at the encroaching Commandments. He thinks of the body, his best friend, in his look-alike's arms, impaled six-fold and looking absolutely tiny for the first time since he'd met him. He thinks of the other one, the other version of his best friend, who logic dictated had to be some kind of magical clone or creature in disguise but who his every instinct screamed was the same person as his friend, the Dragon's Sin of Wrath. And it wasn't because of his face or because of his aura or anything like that, but because of the trust and concern in his eyes when he looked at him and told him they needed to go.

Honestly, he was immortal. He can't die even if he wanted to and yet that damned, sentimental dumbass looked honestly more terrified for him than he was for himself. He knows exactly two people stupidly softhearted enough to care that much about an undead scumbag like him and those were Elaine and the Cap'n. He doesn't know how or why there's two of the Cap'n now but, right now, he honestly doesn't care.

They were there and they needed him. They were there and he has a chance to protect them. They were there and he can't fail them. Right now, that's all he needs to know.

He looks on as the armored form of Dreyfus and the white-cloaked Commandment approach, stretches his senses to their absolute limits, grasps, then snarls:

"Hunter Fest!"

Ban had barely taken two steps inside of the Boar Hat when he fell onto his knees, suddenly without the strength to stand. He only barely had the presence of mind to make sure to cushion the body in his arms before he collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath, limbs feeling heavier than lead.

"Damn it..." he mutters, annoyed. "Couldn't you have held out a few minutes longer? Fuckin' useless... " he complains, looking distasteful over his own body. Then his eyes fell to the still-unconscious form of his best friend in his arms. "Hope I didn't hurt you there, Cap'n..."

"Ban?!"

Meliodas' emotions, who'd stayed outside to convince Hawk Mama to start running for Liones, were at his side at once, eyes wide with shock and concern.

"What happened?! Are you okay?!"

He leans back, still gasping for breath, his expression remaining unconcerned. "Ugh... looks like I overdid it back there," he wheezes. "Don't worry 'bout me, Captain, Get this guy—" he jerks his head, indicating the grievously wounded body he'd carried, now lying off to one side, swords still sticking out of his chest " —treated up first. I'll be fine. Really," he adds, on seeing his friend's skeptical expression, briefly baring his fangs in a grin. "I am immortal, after all."

He felt him staring at him even as he picked up his body, still looking unconvinced. "I can carry both of you, you know," the emotions point out. And, yeah, that was true and Ban more than knew it. Though he didn't have anywhere near the quite frankly ridiculous strength he had back in their time, from when he was... well, in his actual body, he was still much stronger than the average person or even Holy Knight. Back in Purgatory, he'd been able to carry Ban himself without too much trouble. Hell, now, he was already carrying himself and he barely even seemed to notice the weight. He could probably handle the both of them, no problem.

But still, Ban only laughs.

"You kidding? With your puny little arms, how do you expect to carry the both of us at once? Don't worry me, Captain, using Hunter Fest like that just..." he has to pause so he can yawn, loudly and almost obnoxiously, finishing up with closed eyes. "... reeeally wears me out. I'll be fine after a little nap. Take care of yourself first, I'm the immortal here, remember?"

"... alright, if you're sure."

He still sounded doubtful but at least he was letting him be. "But as soon as I get him up to bed, I will be down to check in on you!"

"Kaa~" Ban manages a cackle of a laugh. "Whatever floats your boat, Captain. As for me, I'm just gonna... nap for a bit here..."

Right then and there, he lay back against the floorboards and started to snore. It was so loud, some might have thought it was just an act, but after having spent about a century travelling with him in Purgatory, the emotions knew it was genuine almost all too well.

"You really wiped yourself out, didn't you? Yeesh..." He shook his head, even as he adjusted his hold on his counterpart of his time, the body remaining slack in his arms even after all this time. "Sweet dreams."

Just as he reaches the foot of the steps leading upstairs, he looks out of the window. With Hawk Mama going at full throttle, they'd already moved a couple of miles in just the scant few minutes that had passed since they'd left the other Ban behind. Even close to the Commandments' sphere of influence, the skies were clear, the dark of the night beginning to pale back as the dawn approached, deep blues giving way to white gold. Here, the air was warm against his skin and nothing more. They were in Britannia and it was gorgeous. He'd almost forgotten, after all that time. How beautiful it all was.

"Hey, Ban?" he says in almost a whisper, even knowing Ban was too tired to really hear, much less reply, knowing that the other one was far off and likely fighting for his life. "Thank you," he finishes simply, honestly. "For saving me."

All the Commandments stagger in mid-air as the technique leeched the strength right out of them. At first, the rush of power that flooded into his body is almost too much to bear. He drew on as much as he could take, and with eight Commandments around, that was at a value far greater than he'd ever taken before, from the fight against Galan, and that had already been enough to drain him for hours after. The power now is enough to tear his muscles and crack his bones even from just its acceptance. It isn't just painful to hold on, it's agonizing, but he continues to hold on regardless, ignoring the taste of blood filling his mouth. He could heal faster than his stolen power could destroy. It didn't matter if he hurt, not right now.

He still has no idea what's going to happen. Hell, he has no idea what just happened. He's about to fight the Commandments as they came, hold them off as long as he could, all by himself. They might've been happy to ignore him earlier but what he just did was nothing less than an invitation for war. They were going to fight, him and all the Commandments still alive.

Knowing himself, it just sounded like a bad joke.

Yet, somehow, all he feels is calm.

In his hands, Lostvayne is less of a sword and more of a dagger, and he wasn't very practiced with those. But its edge is sharp as hell, moreso than any blade he's used in the past few years. It wasn't Courechouse or even his nunchucks but it would more than suffice. The question was...

"How does it go again...?"

It's been a long while since he's seen Lostvayne. He has no idea how the Cap'n's found it since he last saw him. But it didn't matter. Right now, he has to remember...

A memory finally flits to mind, one of a day from long ago, before they were ever framed by Dreyfus or Hendrickson or whoever the hell it was possessing them. It was the day Cap'n demonstrated his repeated Full Counters, using what had been one of Gowther's Jack arrows for a very dangerous game of "racquetball" with himself as the only player. All things considered, it had been a quiet day, an uneventful one, but it had been one of the first since Elaine's death that he'd felt at peace, even for just a few seconds. The memory makes him grin.

"I remember, now..." he remarks, the stolen power from Hunter Fest straining for release, physically tearing his muscles as they did. "Sacred Treasure Activate," he snarls and the sword burns in his hand, sending a pulse of heat rushing all throughout his body. "Let's go!"

He dashes to meet the Commandments' head-on. The strength he'd sapped from them via Hunter Fest drains with every step he takes and he can sense that even his regeneration has weakened from the sacred treasure's activation, his damaged muscles healing more sluggishly than he's every recalled it doing so before.

... but another five of him are right there with him, each holding a copy of that absurdly sharp blade. As one, they scream:

"Physical Hunt!"

New strength floods all of their veins just as Dreyfus and the white-cloaked Commandment stumble, weakened. The clones might've divided what power he'd initially stolen but he could replenish what they drained and they could steal themselves. They scatter just before Dreyfus' retaliatory Arhat Spread Shot can take their heads. Two clones smirk before closing in on the possessed knight, blades outstretched. Dreyfus only barely manages to parry both strikes with his sword when—

"Assault Hunt!" The attack shears through flesh and bone, armor and steel. Dreyfus' arm clatters to the ground, still in its gauntlet, sword still in its clenched fist. "Y'dropped something," Ban drawls in deceptively casual sing-song from where he was standing right him, Lostvayne held out. "What were you looking at?"

"You—!"

"Physical Hunt!"

Another clone struck from behind, making the possessed knight stagger at the further loss of strength, buying Ban time. Ban's eyes gleamed as lunged, blade pointed at his heart—

Meanwhile, four clones rush at Monspiet, Lostvaynes glowing. "Assault Hunt!"

... but their attacks merely glance off of the darkness covering his skin. The Commandment's eyes flashed with dark energy and they leap back just as a wave of black fire exploded from his body. One clone is overwhelmed in the flames but another strikes Monspiet from behind, neatly severing his hand from his wrist, a third clone skewering it on his sword.

"—ree, four!"

Derieri crashes onto the battlefield, landing straight through the burning clone, crushing him and his Lostvayne in two, making both disappear in a flicker of light. Her darkness was formed into claws and her expression was absolutely furious. "Fi—"

Another clone tackles Derieri bodily from behind, giving Ban just enough time slam a kick against her skull as he leapt from Dreyfus as he reformed. The darkness covering her skin stops his blade in its tracks when he tries to stab her but it does nothing against the two clones coming in from behind, slamming the pommels against her back. "Agh!"

"Breakable Bug!"

A swarm of bugs was suddenly swarming all over him, claws and pincers ripping at his flesh. With his regeneration weakened, he could sense their poison as it tried to spread through his system.

... but he doesn't give a damn. "Fuckin' insects! Die!"

A quick twist of his body and a surge of power is all it takes. The insects all fall to the ground, split or squashed or otherwise destroyed. An odd ache spreads through his chest, kind of a drain, but he pays it no heed, leaping back once more to avoid a piercing bolt from Dreyfus' sword, letting another two clones tangle with Derieri, leaving the one with Monspiet's hand dodging away from his flames. From here, he's got a clear shot on everyone... He's never done this one before but, hell, he's seen him do it and he has to try—

"Sensory Hunt!"

Derieri's expression doesn't change in the slightest. As he watches, she outright grabs a clone by the hand and slams him against his kin with a snarl of "Eighteen." Her eyes were as clear as ever.

All of the Commandments' eyes were as clear as ever.

He doesn't let himself feel too disappointed, and instead raises his hand and goes for something tried and tested. "Physical—"

"Five Lost!"

He dodges the dark bolt aimed at him from high above, only barely managing a wild energized slash of Lostvayne in response. The weak, unfocused jolt only shattered against his newest foe's body, leaving no marks.

"How are you still standing?!" came its inhuman screech. He hadn't known but a fourth Commandment had arrived, the one of grey flesh and darkness. It hovered over him now, all its faces staring, glaring. "My Commandment should have taken away all the time you had left!"

"Oh, is that what it does? Didn't I tell you~" he drawls, forcing calm into his voice as he brought his sword to bear. Four Commandments. He couldn't even take down one when there were just two. He needed to do better. He was going to do better. "I'm immortal~ I've got all the time in the world!"

The last word comes out as a scream as he and two other clones charge in from all around the gigantic demon, their Lostvaynes aglow with violet light as they forced power into their blades, their eyes wild red and gleaming as they screamed as one.

"Banishing Kill!"

Their glowing blades lash straight through even the darkness of Grayroad's body, splitting the demon into three. The split masks gape comically at him for the briefest fraction of a second before the two clones grabbed the falling flaps then ran away in opposite directions, bodily pulling the mass of gray flesh and darkness apart.

"Enough!"

The two clones pulling are suddenly engulfed in black fire. Over their heads, Monspiet floated on dark wings, eyes flickering. He raised up his arm to call more fire—

... But is unable to. Two more clones were standing behind him, hands held outstretched to hold back his arm with the invisible power of Snatch, their eyes gleaming scarlet. He breaks off their grip with just a flick of his wrist but even that move bought just enough time for the clones to back off, for Ban to make his move.

"Banishing Kill!"

The technique gashes Lostvayne into his chest, the glowing sword biting through his cloak and the darkness covering his skin—and just barely missing his heart by inches. Ban's eyes gleamed the color of blood as he grasped the blade and started to twist towards the lone heart he sensed, three clones bodily grappling Derieri away before she could intervene, one clone fending off against Dreyfus. With Grayroad still recovering, he had a chance and—

Then Ban exploded.

There was almost no warning, no buildup. One second, he was just about to permanently put down the Commandment Monspiet when his blood boiled in his veins and his entire body was suddenly not-a-body and fell apart at the seams, the clones following suit in bursts of white light, swords fading one after the other. Lostvayne fell with a clatter into the gory remnants of what had been a hand. All that was left was the sword, a puddle of blood, and torn chunks of flesh. Almost nothing was left. It could not be said that Ban fell unconscious for, at that moment in time, he was not merely so. Rather, it was physically impossible for him to be conscious.

Behind all that was left of him, Estarossa hovered on dark wings, eyes cold and black. He dispelled his wings, avoiding his fellow Commandments as they pulled themselves together, and made his way towards the remains. He picks out the sword from the bloody puddle that was all that was left of their opponent and studies it, from the curving design of the blade to the dragon emblem inscribed onto its hilt. It was a fine weapon. Anyone could see that.

Then he tosses it aside, looking disdainful.

"What a pest."

In a secret room hidden within the Boar Hat, a spell orb was floating over a stone statue. If there were someone present able to see mostly-disembodied souls, they would've seen the figure of a tall, dark-haired woman manifesting around the spell orb, one looking inquisitive as she eyed the sigils painted on the walls of her secret room, the runestones and the charms set haphazardly across the tables and shelves.

"Was... that an alarm?" she asks aloud. If she were in her body, her frown would've been visible. "Did something set off my security wards?"

She pauses, focusing briefly on the spells cast on the walls. It wasn't reporting any abnormalities... Perhaps the Captain and the others had returned? In that case, it should've been much louder now, shouldn't it...

As far as her security warding was concerned, it was as if an accepted presence had entered... they reported nothing after that. And she couldn't remember hearing Hawk Mama sounding any alarm (or attack, for that matter).

Well, if it were an intruder meaning to do harm, they would've gotten roasted by her security wards, and if it were a customer, they would've been repelled not just by her camouflage charms but also by the 'CLOSED' sign she'd very cleverly hung on the door. Anyway, she could think of a million different reasons for why someone might come back for a while, like if, say, Griamore finally had enough and forced Slader to bring him back, of which none precipitated a need for her to come down and leave her experimentation on the Commandment of Truth curse...

"Mmm. It's probably nothing, then," she dismisses, returning her attention back to her own petrified body. "I'll check downstairs later."

Now everyone is confused, Ban is a puddle, the other Ban snores, Meliodas' body is a pincushion, Meliodas' emotions have to play nurse, and Merlin is oblivious. (I did a lot of backreading for this and I'm still not sure where Merlin was during the festival so, here, she was housesitting). More funky stuff in the future, I would think.

I'll admit, this chapter got wildly out of hand while I was writing it. This is post-paring, too. But, this was fun to write, I'll admit.

Anyway, feedback is hugely appreciated and have a nice day.

EDIT: Went back over the grammar again and fixed what I spotted. If anyone spots anything, feel free to tell me.

Oh, and, since I forgot to mention it, I'm trying to stick to a schedule in updating this. Next chapter should ideally be up by February 22, my time. Though, I should also mention that I'm in uni and am kinda really busy there. I'll do my best, though! Maybe I'll draw a better cover by then, too.