Heyo guyso!

First off, a small shoutout to Nightrous1327 for his awesome review. You da real mvp bro xD no srsly, you don't know much your reviews mean to me especially because they provide so much insight. It's reviews like this that allow me to truly know what kind of story I'm writing that you, my readers, are understanding as and Allows me to plan out my next chapters alot better to meet your likings while also keeping to my own storyline.

Most of the time, I am winging it constantly. No preplanned plotline to follow, no grand scheme of things. I just open up a blank document, stare it for a couple of moments, browse youtube for a song to give me ideas, get an idea then write the next chapter around that idea while magically connecting it to the main plotline of the story!
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I'm sorry for delaying you, dear readers, but I'm almost done. Two last things!
I've done the shout out before but I'll do it again; The story Piltover Radio Station by the talented writer Alsodef! It features a bunch of cameo's by different characters and OCs of different famous writers on the League area of fanfiction. I myself will be adding my unworthy self amongst their ranks soon, so be sure to watch out for my chapter~

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Mitsunori Ikeda - Fallen Angel (feat. Aimee B) (El Poco Maro Remix)

Finally, the story. Enjoy. :3

- Wings Senpai.

In her Icy Embrace

Chapter 10

Analia was silent for a long time, simply staring down at the floor, her fist held against her mouth as she thought. Alan stared impassively at her as Analia absorbed the information, clutching the necklace within her fist so hard, Alan was afraid she might break it. Finally, Analia straightened up a bit in her posture and looked at Alan. Alan had told her everything that he had seen, about the weird vision he saw when he touched Frig Dinte and about the painful dream he had, but he left out a variety of the details. He was vague about seeing everyone's death there, only stating that he saw them die. He didn't say how painfully Ashe died. Nor did he tell her how she and Reinhart had died side by side, fighting for each other until the very end. He did not tell her the details of how Sejuani had almost been blown in half nor how Lissandra had died in his arms. He especially did not mention his final moments with Lissandra before the purple light took everything out of sight.

"Has anything like this ever happened to you?" Alan asked Analia as she frowned. "No… Nothing like that has ever happened to me… Although…" Analia seemed deep in thought. "Now that I think about it… I have seen… purple flashes in my dreams… After I began wielding Frig Dinte. Nothing as large nor detailed as yours, but purple recurring flashes all the same." Analia answered as Jason made a small humming noise of thought. He perked up as he then said, "Maybe something will happen if you touch Frig Ascutis." He said, quickly unlatching Frig Ascustis from the belt at his side and holding it out to her. Analia looked at it skeptically then back at Alan. "I'm not going to like this, am I?" Analia muttered as Alan, although looking worse for wear, managed a small smile. "There's a bucket nearby, atleast." He said as Analia sighed. "Avarosa, ghid mine.*" She murmured as as she reached forward and grabbed the handle.

("Avarosa, ghid mine" = Romanian for "Avarosa, guide me.")

Analia suddenly convulsed as her grip tightened on Frig Ascutis for a second. Alan also suddenly experienced a horrid, rush of images, flying too fast through his mind for him to make sense of them. But among the images, he did register multiple flashes of purple.

Something shoved him, or maybe he simply stumbled, as Alan fell back onto the floor on his bottom, blinking away the blurriness in his vision as he saw Analia bury her head into the bucket, retching sounds echoing from the bucket. Alan sat like that for a few hours until Analia was done, slowly placing the bucket off to the side as she panted, looking worse for wear.

"What did you see?" Alan asked as Analia looked at him with a lost look on her face. "I… Leave… please…" Analia said as Alan nodded, understanding what she was going through. Taking Frig Ascutis and mounting it on his waist again, he decided it was time to pay Lissandra a visit.

Leaving Analia's tent, nodding to the guards posted outside in greeting as he did so, he trekked across the snow. Most of the tents had already been set up and Lissandra's huge army now resembled a small settlement comprised of hundreds of tents.

It took him a good few minutes to reach Lissandra's tent, which was much larger than all the other tents. A member of the Congelate was posted outside. "Let me pass." Alan said as the Congelate looked down at him through the helmet. "I'm sorry, champion, but Lady Lissandra has forbidden any unproclaimed entrances. Please, one moment."

The man then turned around towards the closed tent entrance and said, in a loud voice, "Queen Lissandra, Alan Frost, your Champion, requests entry."

"Let him in." A voice rang out from within as the Congelate nodded, turning back around to face Alan and stepping aside to let him step through.

As Alan parted the many curtains that made up the entrance of the tent and stepped inside, he saw that Lissandra had probably just woken up. She wore an emerald colored robe, loose fitting and comfortable, obviously meant for sleep. This also meant that her face and hair was left unhidden. She seemed to have been writing in a small book, closing it and looking up at Alan as he entered. Her ears gave a small twitch as she frowned. "Alan, is something wrong? You look sick."

Alan honestly couldn't care less about her appearance right now, but he had to admit that she looked quite beautiful without her mask to hide her face or ears. "Lissandra… I have… somethings to tell you."

"Yes, I assumed as much." Lissandra said quietly, trying to keep a straight face although Alan could see her composure shaking and cracking visibly on her face; she was obviously very nervous from having her ears and face exposed. "Look, if you're more comfortable wearing something to hi-"

"No no, I'm fine. Just tell me what you want to say." Lissandra cut him off as Alan sighed.

"Alright…" He said as he sat down in front of Lissandra on the chair across the small table. Lissandra gestured to a tray holding a teapot and a few tea cups as she raised an eyebrow. Alan nodded. As Lissandra began pouring both of them a cup of iced tea, Alan leaned forward, fixing his eyes upon Lissandra.

"Tell me about the watchers."

Lissandra's hand shook for a moment, causing a bit of tea to spill as she recovered quickly, pouring the rest of the tea in silence. She handed him the clean teacup while she wiped her one, the one she had spilled some tea over, with a tissue. "Why would you ask about that?" Lissandra asked with an air of non-chalance.

"Lissandra… Lets settle something here and now. No more lies, no more beating about the bush." Alan said firmly as Lissandra looked up at him, taken slightly aback as she did so. He had a strong, firm look within his gaze, similar to the fire that had always burned within him. But it seemed to be muted. Glazed. His face looked pale and gaunter than usual, a haunted look. She hadn't realized she had stopped breathing until she exhaled.

"So be it… What do you wish to know." Lissandra said as Alan slowly brought up his cup of tea to his mouth. "Everything." He quietly said before he took a silent sip of the iced beverage.

"Long ago, there lived three sisters. Avarosa, Serlyda and… myself. The three sisters ruled over Freljord, united. But then, a new entity entered their domain. An entity who was not from this world, holding immense power. With the entity, came multiple others, each of them holding godly power. We called these beings… the Frozen Watchers. They offered us many things… Immortality. Power. Wisdom of the ages. In return, they simply asked for our co-operation and to allow them to live side by side on our lands. For a time, it was so. Until Avarosa grew spoiled, wanting more than all she already had. Serylda, always the biased one, supported Avarosa with her selfish desires while I stayed faithful to the true Gods.

There was a war… A brutal, unforgiving war, between the armies of Avarosa and Serlyda, against my own and the strength of the watchers… The leader of the watchers was perhaps the wisest and most powerful of them all… He was known as Vel'Koz."

A spark of electricity seemed to run through Alan's spin, making him shudder slightly at the mention of that name, giving him goosebumps. He clutched his tea-cup tighter, though Lissandra did not notice.

"Vel'koz was a terribly powerful being… He was greatly saddened by Avarosa and Serylda's betrayal, but he knew that the weeds must be cut away from the tree so that it may flourish. Avarosa and Serlyda was no match for the might of Vel'koz. Like the god he was, he burned hundreds of men into ashes with a simple gaze from his omniscient eyes. And then… Rose the White Phantom."

"The White Phantom?" Alan asked, his brows furrowing slightly as Lissandra nodded.

"Yes… Not much is known about the White Phantom. He came to aid Lissandra and Serlyda as the two sisters were losing the war, and with him, he brought a weapon. A sword that seemed to draw magic from Freljord itself, which granted him unimaginable power. He rose the weapon against the Frozen Watchers and, with the help of Avarosa and Serylda, managed to destroy the legacy of the Frozen Watchers."

"But they did not die, did they?" Alan asked, more of a statement rather than a question. Lissandra shook her head.

"Vel'koz was far too powerful to be killed. Before Vel'koz could be smited by the White Phantom, he unleashed a beam of energy so powerful, it forever changed the air around Freljord, causing the phenomenon known as the Aurorae we see today. The beam outshone everything with it's purple radiance and as soon as it's light burned down, the White Phantom was no where to be seen, his grand weapon shattered into three pieces. Vel'koz himself, having used all his power, fell into the great valley known as the Howling Abyss. My sisters, wishing to further add humiliation to my defeat, spared my life. Avarosa took the throne, which was rightfully mine, and banished me from her kingdom. I wandered for a long time until I found the people of the Watchers. The Iceborn. The ones who still remained. And thus, I nurtured the Iceborn… I helped them grow… I led them. And soon, we became a powerful force once again within Freljord. The weapon that the White Phantom had used, which had been broken into three parts… Each of us kept a shard of that weapon."

"Wait… So… You mean…"

"Yes, Alan. That weapon you wield, Frig Ascutis, is one of the shards of that weapon. The energy used to destroy it has destabilized it's magical powers, causing the corruption that slowly spreads through your veins now."

Alan paused to take all of this information in, as they both quietly sipped at their tea. Finally, Alan said, "So you follow the Frozen Watchers?"

"The watcher's don't exist anymore, Alan. I only want what is rightfully mine." Lissandra said as Alan thought about what he had seen… Perhaps… Was it a premonition of what was to come?

"You must… make me… See… Alan… Only you can… please…. before it's too late…"

Lissandra's voice, barely a whisper due to her rapidly approaching death, echoed in his mind as the image of her dying on his lap flashed in his mind.

"Alan, is something wrong?" Lissandra asked, frowning again as Alan suddenly paled again. "You're starting to… worry me."

"Lissandra, I thought I told you not to lie to me." Alan said quietly as he fixed his light blue gaze on her.

"I didn't." She said firmly.
"DON'T LIE." Alan suddenly shouted, shooting up to his feet. Lissandra was at a loss for words, staring up at Alan with eyes widened in surprise, her mouth slightly agape. "Do not. Lie. To my face." Alan seethed through his gritted teeth.

"Alan… Are you alright?" Lissandra asked as Alan leaned forwards, placing both of his hands upon the desk as he did so. Lissandra instinctively leaned slightly back; she'd never seen Alan this way before.

"I know about the Watchers. I know about what they're planning." Alan said as Lissandra's eyes widened, the truth flickering behind her eyes for a split second, but Alan saw it.

"W-Wha-"

"I know they're planning something… And I know you're in on it."

Alan had only a second to react before a shard of ice suddenly shot itself at him. He instantly dived to the side, the shard barely scratching his cheek and slicing some strands of his white hair off as he quickly got back up, drawing Frig Ascutis. Lissandra was standing up, her face a cold mask of indifference as she glared at him. "Well then… It looks like your usefulness is at an end, Alan." She said as Alan registered the sudden hum of power around her a split second before she raised her hand at him, "KNEEL!"

A vicious pillar of dark ice exploded all around Alan, encasing him completely within it's confines. But that split second of foreshadowing allowed Alan to prepare himself for it. As soon as he had been encased, Frig Ascutis glowed with power. A few seconds passed and then, the black ice around him suddenly disintegrated into light blue flecks of mana, being absorbed into Frig Ascutis as it's deadly blade of dark ice formed.

"What!?" Lissandra stated in amazement, shocked to find one of her finishing moves having been defeated so easily.

"Is this what the situation has come to? You killing me for these entities that want to destroy the world!?" Alan said angrily as Lissandra whipped her hand at him, firing another volley of ice shards, which Alan slashed out of the air, shattering them midflight.

"You know nothing, Alan Frost." Lissandra said distastefully, her face an unfathomable mask as she raised her arm, causing spikes of ice to shoot out of the ground underneat, tearing through the carpet of the tent. Alan, however, had already moved out of the way, jumping over the desk and tackling Lissandra with his full body weight behind it. They both stumbled back, tearing through the tent wall at the back of Lissandra's tent. Since Lissandra's tent was on the farthest end of the whole settlement, they had come out into an open landscape of snow, no other tent in sight aside from Lissandra's tent, which also acted as a wall to hide them from the sight of the other tents in that direction.

As they tumbled on the snow, Alan landed on top of Lissandra, his face stopping inches from hers. "You need to listen to me, Lissandra!" He shouted as Lissandra kicked him off of her. "I need to listen to no one! I AM QUEEN!" She shouted back, standing back up against as Alan stood back up again, raising his sword at her.

"Lissandra… I saw what will happen if you continue on this path. I cannot let that happen to you." He said as Lissandra narrowed her eyes at him angrily, a gesture of her hand causing a cone of ice spikes to shoot out of the ground. Alan rolled to the side to dodge it and dashed in, slamming the side of his sword onto the wall of dark ice that Lissandra formed just in time to stop him, bringing them very close again.

"I saw everything, Lissandra. You need to open your eyes to this deception. The watchers are using you! They'll bring ruin upon Freljord!"
"THEY ARE NOT USING ME, I AM USING YOU FOR THEM." Lissandra shouted back at him as she punched the ice wall inbetween them. The area she punched glowed for a moment before a thorn of ice suddenly shot out from the exact opposite of the wall, impaling Alan through the right side of his chest.

"Hrkk…" Alan clenched his teeth at the pain, using his left hand to hold himself up as he gripped at the wall, looking down at the thorn sticking out of his chest, blood already coming out. Lissandra's eyes were wide, her breathing fierce as she looked at him, surprise slowly becoming evident behind the anger as she realized what she had done.

"I saw… him… Vel'koz… Killing everyone. Killing you." Alan said through the pain as he looked up at Lissandra, who seemed to be frozen by the turn of events. "I won't let that happen, Liss… I won't let him kill you… You need to… open your eyes… and see the truth… Even if it means… you do so by… killing me…" He had to pause now to gasp and then cough violently, blood erupting out of his mouth. The thorn had obviously punctured through his lung.

The cough brought Lissandra to her senses as her eyes widened further. "A-Alan!?" She exclaimed as she stepped back from the wall, causing the dark ice to disintegrate into snow, leaving Alan with a gaping wound in his chest. With nothing to hold onto anymore, Alan fell to his knees, almost falling backwards but Lissandra managed to throw herself onto her own knees to manage to catch him before he fell.

"Alan! No, I… I don't know what came over me, Alan please, hang on!" Lissandra shouted as Alan took ragged breaths.

"You need to… See… the truth, Lissandra…" Alan muttered as Lissandra screamed for help, calling Jory, Reinhart and Lydia, anyone who'll listen. Her face, eyes tearing up as she looked down at him with regret and remorse, was the last thing Alan saw before everything blurred away into a multitude of hazy colors. The colors then brightened until, finally, everything turned white.

…

Reinhart, who was too far away to hear Lissandra's shouts, walked into Analia's tent for their routine conversation, prepared to deal with her impossible personality. What he did not expect, however, was to find Analia stark naked aside from a towel she was currently using to dry her long golden hair. She seemed to have just exited the bathtub she had been provided at the corner of the tent, hidden from plain view with some cleverly placed screens so she could have privacy while she bathed or took care of other business.

Reinhart froze, at a loss for words as Analia froze as well, looking at him in shock. It lasted a second which seemed to stretch an eternity, during which Reinhart couldn't help but notice beautiful she was. Her porcelain skin, a light peach color, was criss-crossed and decorated with a myriad of scars in the form of white lines, making her look more exotic than damaged, the water droplets on her skin making her look like she was shimmering like some goddess. She had womanly curves in all the right places and a killer pair of legs, which seemed downright slim and delicate. It was impossible to tell that she had such a beautiful form under all that armor she wore as well as under her loose clothing, and it was quite surprising that, even with her great strength, her body maintained a smooth tone to it instead of being overly-muscular. But the only odd thing about her… Was a spidery blue tattoo on the left side of her chest, right under her breast, covering most of her left side and midriff with thin, sharp lines in a tribal, razor-sleek design.

Too many details flooded in to Reinhart's mind in that tiny span of time before Analia suddenly screamed and covered herself with the towel.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR BLOODY FUCKIN' MIND, DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK!?" She screamed as Reinhart turned around, his face burning although his expression was a forced mask of non-chalance. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't k- this is a tent, there's no doors to kn-"

"GET OUT! GET OUT NOW!" Analia screeched as Reinhart swiftly exitted the tent, the flaps of the tent falling back into place to hide Analia from view again.

The guards outside looked at him in surprise and fear as Reinhart turned to face them.

"Did she tell you she was going to take a bath?" Reinhart asked.

"Yes sir, she told us not to let anyone come in." One of the guards said.

"And why did you not warn me?" Reinhart asked quietly as the guard blanched. "Er.. Well… Sir, its you, sir… I didn't think… it applied to you.. sir…"

"Bring your swords out, guardsmen." Reinhart said in a deadly, quiet voice. The two guards were confused and hesitant. "I won't repeat myself." He said as the guards quickly complied, bringing out their short swords.

"Hold them up in the air, straight. You will continue to hold this posture for the next two shifts. The ones who were meant to replace you get their shifts off." Reinhart said as the guards quickly obeyed, holding their swords up in the air and staying silent.

Reinhart stood outside the tent for a long time until finally a voice called out, "You're still here, aren't you?"

"Good guess." Reinhart replied back at the tent flaps.

There was silence for a few moments and then, "Bloody hell, come in… Not like there's anything left for you to see."

Reinhart stepped in, ready to close his eyes again although he was relieved to see her wearing a loose white shirt and black pants, along with a small bit of disappointment. Analia looked pissed, her eyes set and her arms crossed as she stared at him flatly, her long golden tresses still slightly damp.

"I, er…. Apologize. I did not mean to barge in like that and intrude upon your privacy." Reinhart said knightly as Analia sighed, shaking his head. "No… it's not your fault. Those guardsmen did not warn you as I told them to. I should be apologizing for my outburst." Analia said.

"Well well well." Reinhart suddenly said with a small smirk on his lips. "The woman actually has a sense of politeness."
"Gasp?" Analia said sarcastically, making a large 'O' of surprise with her mouth. "The perverted woman-slapping ass-licking Ser Knight actually complimented the dirty, filthy prisoner? Alert the cities, we must celebrate!" She remarked as Reinhart sighed. "I don't know what I expected." He muttered.

Analia sat down on her bed, crossing her legs as she scooted further back. "Well then, Ser Knight, what grand itch is plaguing you that caused you to barge into my prison cell?" She asked, never lacking the sarcasm.

"My name is not Ser Knight. It's Reinhart. And you have a tent for yourself, better equipped than most because of your status as a champion, so do not dirty it by calling it a prison cell."

"Oh, I'm sorry. The whole 'confined to your tent unless required otherwise' thing, with the guards posted outside all day and all night and with you coming in at odd times to grill me for answers had me confused. If this is a luxury tent, I feel bad for the sorry saps who get stuck in your actual prison." Analia said as Reinhart shrugged. "I feel bad for them too. Freezing to death is a sad way to go." He smirked a bit as he saw that Analia was put off by his answer, not expecting him to say that.

"Anyway… First I would like to ask you about your health." Reinhart said as Analia rolled her eyes. "Oh I'm completely fine. I just got tortured by your Ice Bitch queen yesterday and fought a man twice as heavy today morning with the wounds from yesterday. Yup, I'm completely dandy."

"What is that mark on your chest?" Reinhart asked, cutting her off.
"Excuse me!?" Analia said in outrage.
"That mark on your left chest, blue in color. It looks similar to the markings on Alan's arms, which he didn't have when I first saw him." He said as Analia realized what he was talking about and then she slumped a bit. "Oh… That's the corruption."

"The corruption?" Reinhart asked skeptically.

Analia nodded. "It's the price we pay for using such powerful artifacts of the old. Frig Ascutis and Frig Dinte… They both cause this. Soon, it will overtake our body and we will perish, as so many has before us." She said as she looked down at the floor in morbid thought.

"Alan's ones started from his hands… My one started from my heart." Analia said quietly, one of her hands unconsciously reaching up and clutching at the necklace around her neck. Reinhart noticed it and recalled that she didn't have it before.

"That necklace…"
"My mother's. Ashe gave it to Alan, he gave it to me." Analia said quietly, obviously not keen on the topic as Reinhart relented. He sensed there was much more to this woman than the strong, sarcastic exterior she put up.

"Okay… The corruption… Do you know why it started in different places for you?" Reinhart asked as Analia shook her head. "Well… Does it feel any different? Affect you?

"Aside from the vivid nightmares and the feeling of numbness inside? No." Analia said with a small chuckle. The mood had shifted quite unexpectedly to a sombre setting as they both sat in silence.

"Why do you fight, Analia?" Reinhart asked as Analia looked up at him. "Why do I fight?" She asked as Reinhart nodded. "I don't know… It makes me feel alive, I guess. It's the only thing I can do." She said as she looked down again, some remorse etched on her face. "But its not something I always knew how to do, especially when I needed it the most…" She said quietly as the silence stretched in between them again.

"I had a sister once." Reinhart said as Analia looked up at him without raising her face, looking at him through some strands of her golden hair. "She was a beautiful little thing… Aurora, her name was. Years ago, I was only a man, not the knight you now see before you. Back then, I lived in a village with my family. Aurora was only a little girl then…"

"Then, the raiders struck us. She was playing outside when it happened. No matter how fast I ran, I couldn't stop them from slitting her throat open." Reinhart said quietly as Analia watched him with bated breath.

"I was no fighter. I had no idea how to fight, but I had grabbed my father's old sword as I ran out and I used that to fight the damned bastard who killed my sister. It was a bad move on my part. That was the day I got this ugly thing as well." Reinhart said, pointing up at the diagonal scar across his face, a line of white across his otherwise pale blue ice born skin, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he recalled Analia's vicious comment about it before.

"But he got cocky, while I was fueled with the desire for vengeance. I took the first opportunity presented to me and killed him. Thrust my sword so deep into his chest, it came out of his back, but I still kept pressing it into him, crushing his chest even more as I did so, as if that would bring my sister back or cause him more pain, for he was already dead. And then the other raiders, who had already gone through the rest of the town, came. They weren't too happy about me killing one of their buddies, while I stood there, weak and injured from the fight, half blinded with the blood all over my face and the cut over my eye. That is when Lissandra showed up. Back then, she did not have as large and army as she did now. She travelled with only a small group, leaving the rest at her castle domain."

"She was, however, very powerful even then. Her cryomancy ended the lives of the raiders around me quickly. She then expressed her condolences for my lost village… For my lost sister, and went on to say that I had potential. I had no where else to go, now that my village had been plundered, most of the villagers killed. So I went with Lissandra." Reinhart said, pausing. Silence was prominent in the room as Analia listened to his tale with utmost concentration.
"Suffice to say… Thats why I fight. For my sister, who I couldn't fight hard enough to save then. Now, I fight as hard as I can, so I can prevent someone else from losing a loved one like I lost mine… And I have this horrendous scar to remind myself of it constantly." Reinhart said. He froze up, however as Analia's slender fingers gently brushed away some of his hair to better look at his face. "It's not horrendous or ugly. I have my own share of scars. Its a symbol of pride that you survived through it." Analia said quietly, her fingertips gently nearing his face, the lightest of touch on his scar.

Both of them hissed in pain as Analia quickly drew her hand back like she was burned, while Reinhart recoiled back, a stinging burning sensation in the area where she touched him. The pain, however, faded quickly as both of them looked at each other.

"Right… Iceborn skin burns… I'm sorry, I forgot." Analia said as Reinhart blinked.

"Wait, Alan can touch Iceborns without suffering any burns." He said as Analia shrugged. "I don't know… I can only do so when I'm in the heat of battle. Otherwise, the cold affects me just as much as it affects any other Avarosan." She replied.

They stayed quiet for a long time after that, mulling over the event that had just happened and the sudden unexpected conversation they just had.
"Thank you." Analia said, finally breaking the comfortable silence. "For telling me all of this."

"Stories are made because they should be told. Everyone has their own stories." Reinhart said, before a small smirk came onto his lips. "And I'm sure this will be a grand story to tell people; how the snarky Analia Grace is actually a mushy, heartsy, feelsy little girl underneath her thorny exterior."

"Oh bugger off." Analia retorted as a moment of silence passed before both of them broke into an easy, shared laughter.

Lots of things going on simultaneously in this chapter, lots of suspense and character development as well!

But, as you know me, I'm notorious for leaving you readers with a cliff hanger for the next month or so; ITS MY WAY OF PUNISHING THE MAJORITY WHO DON'T REVIEW D:

Jk jk, I keed. I love you all :3 But yeah, Cliff Hanger. 1 Month. Have fun with your stomachs squirming as you wait to see when it comes out xD

Stay in Chille, guys~ [lel chilly pun geddit geddit... okay i'll show myself out now.]

Kthnxbai guis

- Wings Senpai