Chapter 20: The Cage

Blitz took a nice deep breath of the cold wet morning. Finally a chance to enjoy the view outside in peace. A cigarette to calm shaking nerves as he watched the distant shapes of the city from the hill their hideout carried. Morning's soft glow kept it easy to the eyes.

The army lackeys had faltered in hunting after them. Their little machines are still around but nothing happened ever since. Blitz didn't push his luck by doing anything out of the blue. Beer, food, basic necessities. That nice tent and bed would've been nice. Bah.

All of it happened from the man he didn't expect from. Alter's suggestion had been a small thing. A simple attempt to hit back. Barring against the frustrations of the time, they took the offer and went on their merry way.

Success had never been sweeter. His final goal had been within grasp if it wasn't for the meddling in the last second. Blitz should have shot first. A dangling carrot of everything explained was too clear as a bait and he fell for it.

Alter was surprisingly sharp for someone on his weird journey. Although feeling grateful to him isn't in the books on that one.

Light footsteps behind him. He leaned over his shoulder and said. "I didn't take you to be the early riser type."

"There were some requests behest upon me from fellow compatriots." Altair said. He pat at the spot beside him. She chose to stand.

Only one man would request such a thing. "Compatriot huh. I've seen how the man worships you."

"An unfortunate being. He's faced enough horrors that the sense of the world had been twisted. A cruel God to put him through the veils of death and torture for countless times."

"Sounds like a long story. I won't ask." Blitz extinguished the cigarette against the ceramic roof. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"As you achieved your goals, I have mine."

"True. At the very least we get to enjoy some peace now. Would you like that?"

"Perhaps. Now placed on the back foot, they will try to hedge everything into one attack."

"The one you told me about. Yeah. Alicetaria was being cranky about it."

Altair hummed. "I will have words with her later." Blitz continue to watch the rising sun as its warmth started to envelope him. "Blitz."

"What is it?"

"Why do people fight so hard for something of no value?"

"Value is relative. You may have eyes that see everything in the world but it doesn't present you thoughts and emotions about it."

"You believe me to be a glass doll."

"Yes and no. A doll would be too simple of a name for a girl with such strong emotions."

"Emotions. You treat them as though they are fragile."

"They feel that way but they aren't. It bonds people together. For someone young like a child, it is alright to feel weak."

"Pray, do tell."

"Yeah, you're so weak and fragile that you look like you'd collapse if anyone touched you. You're weak in a way that someone headstrong like Alicetaria could never understand." Her silence beckoned to continue. "If you don't throw away the fact that you're weak, you won't be able to save yourself or anyone else. But you were created to be someone who's weak right from the start."

She said nothing. "You walk together with the weak, accept their weakness and give strength to the weak if only for an instant. That's why you're so strong. But in the end you can't save anyone. And you don't want to save anyone anyway. Like a kingdom that was created just to be destroyed."

"I'm impressed, ex-detective." Altair said.

"Colour me fancy but whenever I see children with such backgrounds, it makes me want to protect them. It defies common sense.

"There is logic to your words." Altair took a seat beside him. "I know it's related to your daughter. That's why I think you should not participate in the final battle."

Bltiz's twitch of the eye told the answer. "There is no doubt of your prowess Blitz. I do know about your wish."

"What about it?"

"You answered to my call. Thus I must reciprocate in kind. At least do this for yourself."

"How generous of you…" Blitz took a long breath. Altair was small compared to his bulk. Only her hat kept them equal. "If that's the case, will I be able to see you again?"

"Should everything proceeds as planned, we won't be able to see each other anymore." Hers shoulders leaned his. A smell of tulips. She pressed a hand on his hand. "I will for you to finish walking the path for the sake of your daughter. For when she can finally rest from the ripping grip of the abominable Gods of this world."

"I hope so too."

Sota Mizushino stood against the railing, staring down at the group of workers working hard at the centre of the stadium. What had been a grass field was transformed into a stage. One side of a metallic wall had been erected, setting up the stage for fitting the large video wall screens as part of the show.

"Catching the view?" Hideaki called from behind.

Sota nodded as he pointed towards the crowd. "I am. It's amazing what they've managed to setup so much in such a short time." The number of trucks entering the area and setting up the equipment. Most of it were the military and on a need to know basis.

"Yeah. I really liked all the tech they were bringing in." Hideaki stepped beside him before nodding. "Everything is on the line that it needed to happen. It's inevitable."

"Now it'll be all up to them now to make it through." Sota sprung a thought. Maybe he should try refining the piece again later today. The others had already done the finishing touches using their own masteries. But a little more might help.

"Yeah. All up to them, wish I can do more." Hideaki bit his lip as the crew started to hoist one of the frames for the stage using a crane. "Although I have a bad feeling about this."

"Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. We've done all we can." Sota tried to assure his senior. "Worrying too much about it would hinder your performance after all."

"I like that pragmatism." Hideaki took a breath, leaning against the railing. "Nissan Stadium. Once the festival begins, this place would be full to the brim. Seventy thousand people. Kikuchihara really pulled some strings to let us use this place."

"Saving the world has no budget."

Hideaki gave a faint nod. "If it did, we're screwed anyhow." He checked his watch. "Two days to go."

Sota nodded as apprehension settled in his gut. "Two days to decide the fate of the world." He leaned against the railing alongside, a friend? "I've been hoping to ask you."

"Fire away."

Memory of Alter buzzed by his thoughts. "What keeps you going even the spite of danger? That you could lose your life from it?"

Hideaki paused. "I heard how you have stood up against Alter when Marine was hurt."

Shivers seeped into his bones. "Not really. That moment was scary. So scary that I couldn't think of anything else to do. Running away, hiding into a corner wasn't a choice. Not against a man like him."

"In a way, you've answered your question." Hideaki turned around to lean his back against the railing. "The very same thing. Fear."

"How?"

Hideaki kicked forward, walking towards the door. "I'm just less afraid of the consequence of failure than what happens from doing nothing." Sota watched him disappear.

Fear. Sota squeezed the remembered staring into the barrel of death. Made it out alive by good fortune. The fact remains. Sometimes there were no good choices and he had to make the best out of it. Perhaps he did make the best decision out of that situation. By this, they'll make the better choices and really will save this world.

Everything felt a blur for Sho. The world moved on yet things felt still to him. His eyes latched to staring at advertisement at a monstrous sized screen. Technology hadn't grown to this level with the world of Gods. It took him awhile to comprehend how this place worked. Metal carriages for large number of people weren't used back home. Cars and bikes were more of the common thing there. The idea looked neat but it'll probably wouldn't work out somehow. The eggheads above him and probably his God didn't want it there.

His mission was over. The Princess kid said she will need some time in order to send him back. Sho was cool with the idea. Watching people go by in the crowded street had been comforting somewhat. Contrast to the growing pit in his gut.

He didn't understand it yet. The long quest finished within another world. All that needs to be done was to go home. After everything that he'd been through, he should be glad. Why isn't he?

Yuya Mirokuji. Former best friend. The man's gaze even at his dying breath hadn't been one filled with hate or vengeance. That moment of solemn resignation shook him. Sho turned away from the memory, finding himself looking at the moving advert board. There wasn't any need for that. Vengeance is only what I needed.

The old man said about some event coming up soon. The fate of the world would be decided there and then. Sho didn't need to care about it. A few days and he'll be home. Their graves need to be cared for, given the first anniversary is approaching. It's been that long huh.

A girl squealed behind him. He craned over his shoulder to see a small group of people in uniforms. Heard it was the norm for schoolers.

One of the good looking girls clasped her hands together. "Wow, you look just like the real Sho Hakua!"

"That's so cool man." One of the other lads said.

"Uh, yeah." Sho didn't know what to say. They weren't at fault for assuming that. This world had a weird bunch of people dressing up just like them.

"Can we take a selfie with you?"

Sho raised a brow. "Selfie?"

One of the guys raised his phone. "You know, a picture?"

Sho relaxed. He's seen groups of them taking it on frequent basis. "Ah, sure." They crowded around him before taking a photo.

One of the girls asked him. "What's your number?" Sho blinked. "Your cellphone number."

"I don't have one."

"Aw, I'd like to talk with you more." One of the girls shuffled her feet. "I mean you're a good looking guy and all." On a normal day, he'd be interested. Now, it felt like a growing pit.

Another girl pointed at the photo. "You didn't smile. That looks so sad."

"Sorry for that. Just, not in the mood. That's all." The girl drooped her shoulders before they thanked him and continued on their business. Sho hunched back to his seat. The entire incident left him bewildered. These people have the weirdest kind of priorities. There weren't such things back in his world.

Sho let his eyes wander back to the display. Crowds went about their business as he continued to watch the world. Time passed. Changes only visible from the shift in the sky. Dry lips and a growling stomach to add for it. Yet he didn't have an answer to the unsettling feel inside his heart. Was it the right thing to leave it be?

Even as sun sets, he had no answer.

Meteora closed the Book of the Thousand Miles as Mozart accompanied them in the dining room. An impromptu meeting in Archer's home. Six Creators. Five Creations.

Takashi Matsubara took a swig of beer, gazing towards the ceiling. A conflicted Creator from the actions of his creations.

Masaki Nakanogane sending messages on his phone, finishing the final arrangements with Kikuchihara and the Major at the Stadium.

Shunma Suruga in deep focus, drawing on her artpad. Driven dedication to create another piece of Blitz Talker.

Yatoji Ryou tapped a pencil against a notepad, the other biting at his nails. Scribbles of notes that was difficult to comprehend. A hint of frustration behind it.

Gai Takarada reading a novel, the third within the stack near the size of his height. Sharp focused eyes that glinted of hope.

Takao Ohnishi watching an anime episode on his tablet, grinning in between moments of the slice of life comedy.

Selesia settled deep into her chair, watching the news on the television. The first Creation that she met after Altair. Proud and yet humble girl that had always been placed in situations far beyond her and rising up to face it.

Archer leaning by the wall, eyes closed with cup of tea in hand. The Counter Guardian of his realm, protecting the life of humanity from annihilation.

Siegfried sitting up straight, watching the window with alert eyes. Hero that carried plentiful of history and wisdom in a quiet respectful appearance. A man who cared for others.

Hoshikawa was nervous, fiddling with her phone. Unfortunate young girl that wanted nothing to do with this world. But she carried on to face the challenge and becoming something she never would've.

One had passed on back to their world. Another in the hospital, tending to his wounds. She missed both of them despite the short time. They carried the best energy amongst the group.

Now, the team had shrunk by a third from the original size a week ago. The loss had been difficult to stomach. She clamped down on the emotions. As leader, she must not waver against the demoralising results thus far.

Even when the probabilities that were dwindling down in favour against them. It was time to use her stoic nature to its best. She stood and addressed the small circle. "Albeit our attempts to eliminate Altair and her goons, it has now come down towards the alternative plan with the Elimination Chamber Festival."

"As planned, the festival will begin tomorrow evening." She placed a hand on her chest. "It has been a long time since we've been in this world. Regardless of the situation at hand, I am glad to be here in this world to help protect it."

"Some of us suffered through the six months. We've prepared our best and now its the final stretch." Each of them glanced at one another. This was going to be the final fight. Win or die. No more, no less.

Elsewhere in the city, another speech was also ongoing. Broken rubble had been cleared away to fit a small podium. A room far too large for the crowd of six.

Altair stood onto the aged piece of wood. The Princess spread her arms before greeting. "My fellow comrades." Five pairs of eyes met hers as her voice echoed down the chamber. "We have been here for a long time. I am sure you all missed your worlds."

"Our enemies prepare their ultimate scheme in attempt to stop our duty. We will meet their plan head on and crush it."

The small home kept Meteora's group a tight knit. Warriors united to a single goal. "I am sure that you are all aware of the duty we have to achieve."

The Chamber couldn't hold Altair's grandeur. Moonlight shined through, granting its blessing. "They believe they are right and just when they try to stop us from achieving what's right for us."

"They believe that destroying this world would change their own. We cannot let this be and stop them."

"The Gods force us to do their bidding. All for the sake of entertainment."

"Regrettably, Altair would give us no quarter."

"We shall earn vengeance for our pain, sorrow and suffering."

"We cannot afford to hold back. Gods of this world, friends and partners have died from them."

"No other cause is worthier of our pain and blood."

"Tomorrow, we shall save the world."

"Tomorrow, victory shall be nigh."

Standing at the highest parts of the seating area, Sota gazed at the sea of people. Bright lights lit the large open stage. A glowing wave of little lights within the rows of the seats. Full house.

Hideaki joined him. "Wow, what a crowd." Apparently he was needed by Meteora in the main control room a corridor away earlier. "Thank goodness I don't need to perform in the midst of that. I'd probably freak out."

Twenty minutes to go before the show begins. "Are you ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be. Let's kick Altair's butt so hard she won't ever forget it." That brought out a chuckle as they returned to the control room.

Meteora stood on a metallic portal, streams of blue energy swirling at a constant pace. A similar portal was beside her, unoccupied. Dozens of large computer screens were in place, several showing areas around in the stadium. Some Sota recognised as parts of Tokyo. Matsubara gave a weak wave as they joined him and the others.

Kikuchihara and the military were busy doing the final preparations. The major was organising his men in the other areas of Tokyo. Kikuchihara would be running the show tonight. Sota listened in as they worked the final checks.

"Traffic restrictions and evacuation measures in the surrounding area are proceeding as per Special Disaster 105 Countermeasure Guidelines. Area will be clear in five minutes."

"Everything is according to plan." Kikuchihara turned to the sage. "Meteora, are you ready?"

Meteora gave a nod as she flipped to a page in her Magic Book. "The border between Nigred and Alped turns to ash. Celebration of the Grand Grimoire lead the resonance of the stars. The border between the occult and daybreak shall bring light."

Sota noticed one of the displays flashing white. A soldier said. "Confirming light up of Grimoires 61 to 89. Confirming startup point operation. Camera drones are operational. Preparations for formation of the Birdcage is complete."

Meteora continued. "We shall run along the yoke of the Holopsicon. On the day of the Heptameron, dust shall return to the giant tree."

Sota felt a slight tingle along his skin. An eerie ring within his ears that stopped immediately. "Magnetic field disturbance detected. N35, E139 at the Harumi Central Avenue intersection, no error."

Kikuchihara reached for a headset before speaking into the microphone. "Everyone, Meteora will begin the ritual. Are you all ready?"

"Yes." Selesia said. They were in a cordoned part of the city. This is where the battle in the pseudo world would start. Everything they had prepared were in place. Tools, weapons, anything suspected to be needed was available.

Kikuchihara nodded to the sage before Meteora incanted. "Let the light turn onto the Miroir of Fate and be spelled onto the world of Infini."

"Magnetic field levels are rising in a steady pace." Several displays buzzed before ending up with a signal lost text. "Magnetic levels are stabilising." Meteora closed the book and nodded towards them.

"Selesia, can you hear us?"

"Yeah, it probably worked. Everyone else has disappeared. Move us into step two would you?"

Meteora's Magic Circle underneath the sage pulsed bright in blue. "With the incantation of the Holopsicon and wisdom, I hereby declare. Come forth, Vogelchevalier."

A portal formed, delivering the silver majestic armour onto the middle of the street. Sota felt pride in his chest as Vogelchevalier returned. Selesia cheered before scrambling to climb aboard her partner. "It's finally here."

"A beautiful machine." Siegfried looked up at the machine as the cockpit closed shut.

"It's nothing like Kanoya's but it definitely has its own plus." A minute later, the machine's eyes flickered green before standing up to its full height. "Matsubara, the changes are in place." Her Creator sighed with relief at the news.

"Alright. Hideaki, it's your turn now."

Daichi Hideaki nodded upon her gesture. He stepped onto a similar dais prepared beside Meteora. Silver Dais clicked, pulsing energies swirling around him. A long breath. It's time. Daichi raised a palm, facing the large screen display."System Start."

Magic Circuits answered, revving once again to a silent cool whir. Training had put it to good form, eager to answer. Od coursed through nerve and synapse. Closing the eyes shifted the mind into a dark world. A voice, his own started to step into the dark.

I hereby proclaim

This body to be thy offering

Forged within this soul

Something clicked beneath his feet. A Magic Circle, fitting to the dais. Hair tingled as another formed above him. Meteora's verses joined his. Od sparked with excitement.

The Prototype was born

Yet it turned to Zero

Red Night cleared by Avalon

Restored by a Hollow Ataraxia

Mirrored by Kaleid Prisma

Brought Asunder by Apocrypha

Twin circles spun in opposite directions. Little screeches of energy onto sensitive ears. Metal clanked. Gears revved in a steady rhythm. A mind reeling deeper into the dark.

Form given by Extra

See, See, See Within

A Cloud of Unlimited Blades

Let Life be returned to Order

Before transcended by Extella

Awaiting…

Heaven's Feel

Hear my voice

Take me to where I must be

For this is…

Bringer's Deliverance

Every sense in the body waned towards cold numbness. A line sparked, fishing towards the dark. A familiar warmth grabbed hold before growing taut. Daichi opened his eyes as the connection of Master and Servant was reestablished. He could sense and feel what Siegfried does within the other realm.

Siegfried, are you getting prana now?

Yes Master. I am receiving prana from you. A solid connection.

Keep that ring safe. It's my only way to support you with fuel. The silver ring on Siegfried's right index finger was the conduit for the prana transfer, basing it on a similar Mystic Code.

Fear not, Master. It shall not be harmed.

Daichi closed one eye, shutting off his view of the other world. He checked his watch as Kikuchihara said. "It's time for the main event. Do your best out there. The world is watching."

Vogelchevalier's reactor hummed as Selesia tightened her grip around the controls of Vogelchevalier. A nostalgic feeling from prodding the controls. Everything was still clear to memory as though she never left it for nearly a year. Leaning forward on the controls, her feet tapped at the pedals. "They're taking a long time."

Archer said from his perch on a roof next to her. "Patience. Otherwise they'll wear you out before the fight even starts."

"The show is starting and they aren't here. That'd be quite a problem isn't it?" She checked the scanners again. Siegfried and Hikayu were standing behind Vogelchevalier in their respective combat fatigues. The highschool girl fidgeted with her weapon. Siegfried was calm, unmoving and a clear gaze forward.

"Not something for us to worry about." Archer said. They were interrupted from further conversation by the radio in their ear.

"Three contacts identified. Bogey Altair, Alicetaria, Charon identified. Heading 80, twelve thousand feet high." A screen opened up on her display, showing the arrivals to their northwest.

"That answers your question." Archer added as they turned to meet their opponents. Tense long minutes happened as the wait continued. Meanwhile she listened to the chatter. In the real world, things were hyping up with the introductions of the casts. Apparently Kanoya's voice actor was there in a guest appearance. Was hers there as well?

No time to think about it for they've arrived. The chosen battlefield was along one of the main roads. There weren't many tall skyscrapers along this area, making it easier to leverage ranged weapons at hand. Altair's team arrived from the other end of the street. Four hundred metres separated them.

Altair landed on a roof before saying. "It's been a while everyone. Are you ready to receive my warm welcome?" Alicetaria landed behind her charge whilst Charon took his place on the road. No weapons drawn, yet.

"It has been a while. I was hoping you'd turn tail and run," Selesia replied while checking the scanners. There should be three more. Where are they?

"Run? That would be very boring for our dear guests wouldn't it? No matter. Let's begin the spectacle you call a show."

Selesia switched to the private radio channel. "Meteora, some of them are missing."

"We know. We'll start the process anyhow as it will take some time." Meteora said. "Inimitable key that will never rot through the depths of time…"

She tuned off and turned back to the motley group. "You have quite the guts to come with only half your team."

Altair smirked. "Does it matter when only one is needed? My comrades here have their business with each of you. I thought prudent to help them resolve it."

"Don't speak yourself as though you're an angel when it's obvious that you aren't one."

"Selesia Upitiria, your hatred has grown well. I would enjoy seeing it reap the injustice sown onto you, if only you were amongst us."

"Geez, you all love talking your mouth off so much." A voice from one of the buildings. A small figure stood on one of the roofs on the right. She recognised him, Yuya's former friend and protagonist. Sho Hakua.

Altair turned to face him. "You're here. We were wondering if you would be joining us."

"Man, what a pain it was to get over here." Sho Hakua cracked his neck. "Well, that's not my kind of thing." Sho spun his staff, the pieces locking into place. "Altair, your boy and I have some unfinished business."

Altair smiled. "Ah, you mean him. Alter, you can come out now." Alter stood out from the shadow of another building.

Sho pointed the staff at Alter. "You, you are coming with me to Hell."

Alter tilt his head with a raised brow. "Sometimes, I wonder whether the world or I am the problem. It's leaning far to the former." He turned towards Altair. "My Queen, I shall handle him in a swift moment."

"No. I can entertain him for the time being." Altair offered. "You will be preoccupied with your other self after all."

Two guns appeared in Alter's hands. "Understood. I shall finish him quick before returning to this task at hand."

Meteora's voice entered her ears. "The countdown for the Cage has begun. Stall them for the time being."

Altair said. "Hoshikawa Hikayu, Siegfried. I offer you a chance. Join us and let us free you from your desires."

Siegfried answered, his eyes meeting against hers. "Altair, your words will not sway me."

Hikayu raised her weapon. "I won't give in to someone with bad intentions."

"Bad intentions even if one dresses provocatively as you?" The redhead squeaked in reply. Altair closed her eyes. "An expected disappointment. You will regret that shortly."

Sota heard a voice that he never expected to hear. "Hold that thought right there."

Masaki's eyes widened on hearing the voice. No, it wasn't possible.

"New contact identified." An officer by the console reported. "Opening image now." One of the displays revealed part of the nearby overpass. A silhouette, the size of a coin on the top. The image blurred before magnifying and focusing its image. A familiar young boy standing on the silver railing. A grin on his face while waving towards the camera.

Sota gasped. "Kanoya!" To say Rui Kanoya was in a horrible state remains an understatement. The numerous bandages across his body hadn't been taken off. Some of them had spotty red patches.

Matsubara was flabbergasted. "How did he get there in the first place?"

"No idea but the boy managed through such problems before." Masaki said. He had to hand it to the boy, always figuring a way through problems he want to resolve.

Kikuchihara reached for a headset. "Kanoya, you're in bad shape. Get away immediately."

Rui Kanoya put a phone to his ear and huffed. "Seriously, you call me just to tell me that? That's the worst thing I'd expected." He touched his arm with a wince. "Sure it hurts. Still you shouldn't leave me out. Meteora. I'm counting on you." Kanoya slid the phone back into his suit. "I can't miss the show after all."

Meteora glanced towards him. An indirect decision for him. As Creator, he knew he had a responsibility for Kanoya. For months on end, he had been put into trouble by the young boy. A defensive troublemaker that always seeked out new challenges or flirting with girls younger than him. Always hogging his late night snacks until Archer started cooking.

Masaki found it hard to blame him. After all, he'd put the boy through many painful situations. Every instance was a jab towards his own being. He nearly crumbled when Kanoya entered a coma state. Watching him stand there, excruciating as it was to him gave a rise in his chest. A sense of pride to what a hero he had created.

Even across the large distance of the cameras, Masaki knew. He just knew that Kanoya's eyes were staring into his own. Waiting for his blessing. As Kanoya's Creator, denying the wish to join his friends would be the worst thing possible despite any good intentions Masaki could have. He wouldn't have it any other way.

Masaki gave Meteora the answer with a nod. Meteora turned to incant a spell. Kanoya stepped down from the railing, a wince on his lips.

Altair turned towards the new arrival. "Rui Kanoya. Stubborn as you may be but you're just a normal person without your machine."

Kanoya chuckled. "That's right. I am just a pilot."

He raised a hand to his chest. "My hands can't break walls or buildings. Nor can I swing a sword or fly. However, you forgot one thing."

Kanoya pointed a thumb towards himself. "I'm a hero of my own story. I don't rely just on my own abilities. I have learned many things in this world. New lessons, powers and most importantly, comrades."

Kanoya glinted a smile towards the camera. "Isn't that right everyone?" He thrust a hand to the sky. "I trust my friends and in my partner. In return, I get just the same."

Come!

GIGAS MACHINA!

Lightning struck, sparking arcs of white power behind him. The back of his neck tingled as a blue portal formed. Bright blue translucent gears clicked in place. Roar as the gate groaned opened. Earth quaked, each step rocking his bones harder.

Gigas Machina rumbled through in tall pristine majesty. It's hulking size dwarfed everyone in sight. He climbed onto the hand that reached for him. "Welcome back Partner."

Gigas Machina's eyes gleamed in shine of green. Another camera appeared, showing Kanoya standing proud in his cockpit. "Are you ready?"

ALL SYSTEMS NOMINAL

"It's time to rumble."

Author's Notes: Good day and thank you for reading Beyond Worlds.

Writing the scene between Meteora's and Altair's team honestly was difficult to think about. Third person, covering two dialogues in separate locations simultaneously.

Daichi's chant was built on a specific trend which I hoped was noticed. Likewise I had different plans originally but I tweaked them to fit the current partnership between him and Siegfried.

For Kanoya, time for him to bring the pain.

Regards

MarksmanKNG