Chapter 36: Overcast

"Looks like someone is still moping." The cloaked figure watched the monitor showing Shigaraki on the bar, sitting at the counter and blankly staring at nothing. "I know that existential crises are common for people that age, but shouldn't he be over it by now?" He tilted his head to his old friend of other times.

The man on his hospital bed only chuckled, the sound muffled by the respirator strapped to his face, "Don't be so harsh. Tomura started to stand on his own two legs, and now he has to decide where to go with them."

"I agree that the first taste of freedom makes everybody freak out, and that's fine, but come on." The cloaked man gestured to the screen, "It's taking way too long for him to snap out of it."

"Patience, he will find his way." The terrifying man hummed, amused at his comrade's exasperation. Deciding the subject was over, he guided it to other topics, "And what about my little request for you?"

"That?" The figure shrugged, not bothered by the new topic. "With Dusty's plans, everything we have in stock is booked. I could spare you a single Shadow, but that's it."

"A shame."

"Hey, I can't get you any Heartless, but that doesn't mean I can't get you something. Or more like Nothing." The figure laughed at his own joke. While yes, it would make logistics a pain, he could make the extra effort if it meant pushing things along. "Still, you sure it's worth the trouble?"

"But of course." The man, even confined to a bed, had enough strength of presence to make any average person drop to their knees, and what was even more terrifying was that the only thing in his voice was amusement. "I will never say no to a good source of entertainment. You could even send your little ward to stretch his legs, make it more enticing."

"I like the way you think." Both men traded a laugh like old friends, even if the sound would have sent other people running in terror.

Exciting times were ahead.

Ochaco had thought everything that had happened to her yesterday to be a weird dream caused by stress and anxiety. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on the point of view), it was all real. She had passed her test by beating her favorite hero, with magic of all things, admitted her feelings concerning a certain boy (at least to herself), got somewhat kidnapped by said boy, left her house behind, and got accepted into his.

There was also the All Might thing, but she had enough to freak out about without putting that in the mix.

Now here she was, laying in bed while staring at an unfamiliar ceiling with only her spiraling thoughts as company. The bed was more comfortable than her worn futon, the blankets were fluffy and warm, and the walls were thick enough that she didn't hear neighbors arguing or pipes creaking.

It was great, and that only made her feel like she didn't deserve it.

Thankfully, the person who put her in that position in the first place decided that it was the perfect time to knock on the door. "Ochaco, 'you awake?"

The girl looked at the clock, which had belonged to Eri and was covered with stickers, and saw it was five in the morning. "Yes?" The real question was, why was he awake?

"Oh, good." A moment later, the door was thrown open, "Good morning!"

Being startled, letting out a yelp, and getting tangled in her blankets ended with Ochaco on the floor. She shot back to her feet with her hands raised, expecting an attack, but only Deku, wearing basketball shorts, a white t-shirt with 't-shirt' written on it, and his scarf tied to his midriff like a sash, greeted her.

"Quick question, waffles or pancakes?"

Ochaco looked down at herself, seeing that this weird fever dream at least had her in the black tank top and pink shorts she went to sleep in. Bringing her eyes back to his expectant ones, she blinked in confusion, "Uh, pancakes?"

"Great! C'mon, I'll prepare breakfast." He promptly turned and walked away, leaving an even more confused Ochaco behind.

Pinching herself and discovering it wasn't a dream, to her surprise, Ochaco decided not to question it. Following her friend to the kitchen, she saw Deku start grabbing things to start on the batter.

"I'll help-" Ochaco's words were cut short by a frying pan pointed menacingly at her.

"Out of my kitchen." Izuku's smile was so positively blinding that it went full circle and became terrifying.

She slowly raised her hands in surrender and walked back to the table. Some battles weren't meant to be fought, especially so early in the morning.

Now that his territory was properly established and defended, Izuku defaulted to his usual way of speaking, "Slept well?"

"Better than I had in ages. What's that bed made of?"

"Cotton's… well, cotton." He shrugged helplessly while still working on their food.

"I have several questions."

"Shoot."

"Okay, first, don't sheep have wool?"

"Normal sheep? Yes. Dream Eaters? They kinda… do their own thing. 'Know what I mean?"

She did, and Ochaco feared what that meant about her sanity. "Okay, how did you make a whole mattress out of it though?"

Izuku chuckled, "Would you believe me if I told you Eri was the one that made it?"

"Considering she also made your scarf, yes. She made that dreamcatcher too, right?" The gravity girl had noticed it yesterday but didn't have the time to comment, thanks to everything that happened.

"Yep. I still have no idea what it does." He flicked the object, letting it bounce against his cheek, "Beyond keeping my braid in one piece. I even got to sleep without it getting undone."

"Maybe that's the whole reason she made it?"

Izuku considered that for a second. Would his unicorn make so much of a thing in not telling him why if that was the reason? If Kacchan was involved, probably. Izuku would need to pay his friend a visit later.

Seeing Deku with a contemplative look on his face while casually flipping pancakes made Ochaco giggle. "Okay, okay, we can figure that mystery out later. Why are you up so early?"

Izuku felt his good mood dying. "I had another one."

"Oh." Ochaco felt like she had committed a grave mistake. "Another dream vision?"

"Yes." The boy sighed, feeling tired even if he had just gotten up. "We were all in Yen Sid's tower, talking about the Guardians of Light and all the people that got caught in Xehanort's scheme." He still spat the name like something sour, even while trying his best not to. "He hurt so many people, and for what?" Izuku ran a hand down his face; if only he remembered.

Then maybe he wouldn't be this angry.

A pair of arms circled him in a hug, the comfort it brought chasing away the burning need to break something, probably his bones on someone's face. Moments later, Izuku realized whose arms were around him and blushed an interesting and probably unhealthy shade of red.

Ochaco didn't notice, too busy having her face going nuclear herself. She buried her face in his back to hide, which only made their situation worse. Even then, neither moved to break the hug.

Somehow, the girl still had the strength to power through her embarrassment and speak, "You don't need to bottle things up."

"I'm not…" Who did he want to fool? Himself, most likely. "I'm just angry that I don't even know what happened. Is he still around? Are my friends in trouble? I don't think so, but that 'what if' makes me want to scream."

They noticed. They all noticed. How couldn't they? No matter how much Izuku wanted to put a brave smile on his face and say everything was alright, all his friends could see how the broken knowledge of his visions got to him. The journals he wrote weren't filled with only magical adventures and otherworldly tales but also with heart-wrenching accounts of how he lost people.

Deku lost people, and no matter how they all looked for any sign that things ended up alright, he only had broken memories that didn't have a happy end of their story in sight.

"Everything will be alright."

"How do you know?"

"Because we are here. And we will make everything alright."


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"Thanks."

Ochaco let go of him, finally letting her face cool down some. "You're welcome."

They spent a moment in comfortable silence, but Izuku was already finishing up, and they needed to get a move on. "Can you grab Eri for me?"

"She's awake at this hour?"

"No, but she hates her pancakes cold."

"Oh, sure."

Now alone, but not really, Izuku asked the other person present for his little confession, "Anything to add, Nana?"

"You don't need to worry about your other friends, Ninth."

"How're you so sure?"

"Because I know you. No matter what big disaster tried to stop you, I'm one hundred percent sure you didn't let it."

He opened a small smile. "Thanks, Nana."

"Any time, kiddo."

That was the moment Ochaco got back, Eri, in star-printed pajamas, in her arms. "I'm so glad Mamadoriya got me one of her old phones." Even while whispering, there was a squeal barely hidden in her voice.

Izuku was understandably confused. "Why?" Ochaco handed him the phone, which only had a minor crack to the lower left edge that Eri should be able to fix when she woke up properly (Izuku couldn't cast his apprentice's special spells and probably wouldn't, not having her natural attunement to Time). On the screen was an adorable picture of a Unicorn burrito.

Taking a deep breath and using all his self-control, Izuku managed to avoid having a (completely justified) outburst. He should get a prize for it, but everything would fall flat compared to the treasure in his hand. "Please, tell me you sent that to me."

"I sent that to everyone."

"As you should." They traded a perfect synchronized look, nod, and chuckle.

The cosmic coincidences continued with Ochaco's new old phone getting a call. Izuku's eyes shot to the caller's name on instinct, seeing it was simply written, 'Pa.'

With an appropriate dose of panic, Izuku gave the phone back to Ochaco, who picked up the call while still holding Eri. "H-Hi, Pa! Got up early?" Her voice slightly breaking was the only indication of how much Ochaco was freaking out.

"Yeah. Have som' early inspections to make. And have ta give a stern talk to someone."

Ochaco gulped.

"Not you."

Ochaco sighed in relief.

"To tah boy that thinks I gonna just let 'im take my girl away."

And the panic was back.

Eri decided to take this time to make herself known, just to throw more napalm into this fire. "Five more minutes, mom."

The following silence was many things, none of them pleasant. Ochaco desperately tried to explain before her father could get the wrong idea, "That's Eri, Izuku's…" Ochaco's own trouble figuring out the exact word to describe their relationship wasn't helping her case. "She's just sleepy! She mistook me for Mamadoriya." She wanted to facepalm when she realized she used the woman's unofficial nickname.

"If Izuku marries Ochaco when Toshi marries mom, will there be two wedding cakes?" Eri's brain usually went on weird tangents when she didn't wake up properly, a fact that only made poor Ochaco's situation worse.

Deciding to take the bullet and dreading his decision all the while, Izuku snatched the phone from Ochaco. The grateful look she shot him was lost in the chaos that was his mind. "Uraraka-san! Good to speak with you. Pancakes?"

Okay, maybe grabbing the phone was a bad idea.

"Boy."

Izuku didn't squeak in fear. No, he squeaked in complete dread and terror. "Y-yes, sir?!"

"I will ask you only one thing." The Uraraka patriarch's earlier warm tone and approachable accent got buried under a voice of cold and dangerous paternal anger. How could someone so nice to his daughter be so scary?! "Your answer will decide if I will get arrested for murder. Am I clear?"

"C-Crystal." All Might, Kacchan, anyone, help.

"What makes you think you can run away with my daughter like that?"

Just like that, as if a switch got flipped, Izuku went from shaking in fear to setting his shoulders and jaw and becoming a particular type of angry he only got when someone messed with his friends. "Uraraka-san, with all due respect, are you stupid?"

A slap, or probably Ochaco facepalming, sounded behind him. Either way, Izuku had already chosen his answer, "You do your best, you love your daughter, and I really respect that. Still, that doesn't mean I need to like the fact she doesn't have everything she deserves."

"And what do you mean by that-"

Izuku cut him off, manners also getting trampled by protective and righteous fury. "I mean that Ochaco is one of the best people in this world and all others, and she deserves better than going back to an empty house every day. It isn't your fault, but that doesn't mean it wasn't a problem, a problem I don't regret fixing, and if you don't like that, then too bad!"

For a long moment, there was only the dull hum of the line on his ear, and at this moment, Izuku realized that he may have let his emotions get the best of him and said something he shouldn't. He looked back to both Ochaco and Eri's wide eyes with his own and mouthed a silent "Oh crap, what have I done?"

Then, a loud laugh came from the phone, spooking the boy half to death. "Dang kid, you sure aren't scared to take shots at an old man!"

In reflex from the countless times All Might and he had their usual friendly bickering, Izuku said, "You aren't old."

And cue more laughing. "Hah! Ya don't need to butter me up. Anyway, I'm sure you'll look after mah girl, but don't go gettin' any funny ideas, eh!"

His mind was already too much of a mess without embarrassment in the mix, but Izuku just couldn't catch a break. "That was a test?"

"Yep. You passed with flyin' colors, though! Ah, I still remember when I proposed with nothin' but the clothes on mah back and a dream, and Ochaco's mother said yes while everyone else told 'er no." The man gave a nostalgic sigh, unknowingly making Izuku blush harder. "No rush for you two. Enjoy life before takin' all tah big leaps, ya hear?"

"I-It's not like that! I just care about her and want her to be happy, that's all!"

Another facepalm. Izuku glanced back and saw that it had been Eri this time, Ochaco being too busy blushing like him.

The man laughed some more, his voice getting lighter and warmer, "Ya sure are a good kid. I need to get goin'. Tell Chaco I love her for me, and you take care too, kiddo!" With that, the line went dead.

Izuku glanced back at Ochaco, an awkward smile on his face. "Oops?"

"Can we please eat the pancakes now?" Never say that Eri didn't have priorities.

Having a lifeline handed to them, both teens leaped at the chance to leave the call and everything related to it behind.

Momo had to employ a staggering amount of energy to not start cackling like a witch from old cartoons. It was a close thing, but she persevered.

She looked back at her notepad and crossed another point from her list while shooting victorious glances at her laptop, the screen proudly exhibiting the email that confirmed her success.

The heiress decided that a little celebration was due and dived onto her bed, some chuckles escaping her, "All according to plan!"

And what a plan. With her position as second in command of the class, Momo was a somewhat leader in the class's efforts to help Izuku with everything going on with him. Her ideas didn't lead to much yet, but that was about to change.

I-Island, the world capital for technological innovations, would be open to the public during I-Expo. That opportunity was golden without a possibly universal-scale mystery on their hands, but with it, it was simply not an option to let it slide. Momo had banked on the expo for months and had taken strides to line everything up.

Did she have some bumps on the road? Yes. Did Eri's reveal that Izuku may be somehow sabotaging himself to not learn about specific things throw a wrench in her initial plan? Maybe. Did Momo let any of that stop her? Absolutely not!

And now here she was, with the board set and rigged in her favor. Now, to stack the deck even more. Momo pulled out her phone and quickly created a chat with the 1-A girls, plus a certain mad inventor.

Momo: Ladies.

Momo: I reunited (in a manner of speaking) all of you here to share some news.

Momo: I have secured us all VIP passes for I-Expo and all its main events.

Mina: You go girl!

Toru: Field trip/girls' outing!

Momo: As much as I would like to say it's a social event, we have another goal in this endeavor.

Kyoka: Let me guess.

Kyoka: You want to try finally cracking Green's mystery.

Momo: While not the words I would use, yes. Yes, I do.

Tsuyu: How are we gonna do that?

Momo: Simple. I-Island is at least 80 years ahead of every other nation in scientific development. That, along with the great minds that will be attending the expo and gala, are our best bet on helping Izuku with his problem.

Toru: I'm in!

Toru: Even without the chance of having a fancy trip, Izuku let me see myself.

Toru: I would kill for our green bean :)

Tsuyu: One(1) fear.

Kyoka: Mood.

Kyoka: On both accounts.

Ochaco: Count with me too.

Ochaco: Izuku had done so much for us, it's time to pay back the favor.

Ochaco: Let's be the heroes he needs!

Mina: YO!

Mina: You said everything Chaco!

Mei: Just got here and scrolled up.

Mei: I would do anything for a chance to go to I-Island and parade my babies, but Izuku needs our help more than I need to show off my babies to big Support Companies.

Mei: Let's go help our friend!

Kyoka: Holy shit!

Toru: :O

Ochaco: Did Hatsume 'Inventing Before Sleeping' Mei just say she valued Deku's friendship more than her inventions?

Tsuyu: Two(2) fears.

Momo: I'm happy to hear that.

Momo: We will need your expertise for this.

Momo: Now girls, do what you need and get ready. Operation Solving Deku's Mystery is a go!

Mina: First. I like the enthusiasm.

Toru: Right?

Mina: Second. Work on your naming sense.

Momo: Shush!

From that, the chatroom devolved into generalized chaos. All the while, Momo had a smile on her face. She had friends who would have her back no matter what, and most importantly, she proved herself capable of taking the lead and working to help others.

They would get to the bottom of this mystery, Momo would see to it.

Toshinori sometimes got surprised at how fast David worked. His friend had sent the VIP passes for I-Expo already, and while Toshinori was happy to have that solved, had David slept at all?

Knowing his friend, probably not.

Either way, now Toshinori had to navigate his way through the invitation to not tip the new Midoriya ward about his secret. He couldn't have Young Uraraka learning he was All Might, now could he?

He decided to breach the subject at lunch. While they were all at the table, Toshinori traded a meaningful glance with Inko and loudly cleared his throat, gaining the other's attention. "I have something to say."

Eri perked up, stars in her eyes. "Are you and Mom finally getting married?"

Toshinori was glad he didn't cough blood anymore, or he would have probably died from the hemorrhage the girl's question would have caused him. "N-no. At least not yet." He muttered the last part to himself.

That caused Eri to pout, not noticing the damage she caused. "I want to make fancy clothes for us!"

Inko, showing that blushing like a strawberry was a Midoriya trait, came to Toshi's rescue. "And you will! Toshi got us all VIP passes for I-Expo, which means we can go to the gala they do, too."

"Yes!" Eri all but leaped from her chair, flashing away in an afterimage to start working on their clothes. They all would look great!

Ochaco shot Izuku a glance that had "I blame you" written all over it. The boy had to admit that Eri's moments of being all over the place were suspiciously like his ones. The new resident gave Toshinori an awkward smile, "Uh, Momo already invited me and the girls to I-Expo. She also arranged VIP passes." She wasn't trying to be ungrateful, not after all that these amazing people did for her, but she had a mission.

Toshinori, recovering from the shock the conversation derailing caused him, nodded. It would work well enough with his own plans, and they wouldn't need to worry about his secret, "It's no problem. I'll find a use for the extra."

"Can I freak out about going to I-Island now?" Izuku had even green sparks going off from how excited he was. When he got amused go aheads, he opened his mouth to let a barrage of words out.

Only for the doorbell to ring.

He deadpanned. Going to get it, he left his laughing family behind, not noticing how he thought of them.

"How did you get the passes, though?"

To Ochaco's question, Toshinori decided to use his old excuse, "I work for All Might primarily, even if my contract extends to U.A. as an unofficial faculty member. The big guy will be attending, so he got me some extra tickets if you know what I mean?"

Ochaco did. She knew he had a lot of leeway as the Number One Hero of Japan (and the world), so getting some VIP passes would be easy. Ochaco only needed to know what story he would use to help All Might keep his cover if anyone started to ask questions.

Why did getting sorta kidnapped into a loving home have to come accompanied with learning about a conspiracy? Ochaco would have liked to know beforehand so she could have emotionally prepared for it.

Izuku walked back with a letter in his hand and a blank stare on his face. "So…"

Inko sighed, knowing what was coming. "What do you have there?" She already knew from context and her son's luck alone.

"A VIP pass for I-Expo."

Toshinori threw his hands up. "How?!"

"Apparently, by winning the Sports Festival. First place gets an invite with everything paid for to go to I-Island." Izuku looked back at All Might's flat stare and shrugged, "Oops?"

Nana's cackling went ignored because only one person heard it, and while Toshi knew she was laughing, he pretended to be blissfully ignorant.

"Well, good luck with that."

Izuku raised his finger to argue when an idea struck him, "Actually, I know what to do with this. Be back later!" With his part said, he promptly threw himself out the nearest window.

No one commented on it, used to the boy's antics.

Katsuki had enough time to process what he had learned, accept it, and blame it all on Deku. He also was going to punch the damn nerd the next time he saw him on principle alone, but now, he enjoyed a peaceful afternoon of working on his schoolwork and relaxing to orchestral music.

That was until a knock sounded. On the window. On the second floor.

The blond slowly turned his blank stare to it and saw fucking Deku grinning at him. Katsuki got up, left his headphones on his table, marched to the window, and opened it. "What the fuck?" He gestured at the boy Floating there and somehow made even a simple wave seem passive-aggressive, just without the passive part.

Deku thrusted a letter on his face, "I-Expo VIP pass!"

Katsuki grabbed the letter, put it on the sill, and then punched Deku. On principle. The punk had the gall to dodge.

"Liked the gift?"

"Fuck you, Deku."

"I'll take that as a yes!" The idiot laughed, then took a contemplative expression, "Hey, did you and Eri talk about this?" He pointed at the dreamcatcher at the end of his braid.

"Get out my fucking house, fucking Deku." He closed the window. Violently.

Katsuki wanted peace to recover from his meltdown; he didn't need Deku and his particular branch of madness around.

Grabbing the letter, he threw himself back on his chair, the wheels creaking in protest, and opened it. It was some spiel about the Sports Festivals and how an unofficial prize was an opportunity to expand your horizons and some meaningless bull.

It was a hand-me-down? Maybe. But then, All Might was probably already planning on going to I-Island with his…

"Fuck, Peppermint was right!" Katsuki had another existential crisis when he realized that, in some roundabout way, All Might really was Deku's dad.

Kilometers away, Shoto felt the strange validation feeling hit him again, much to his confusion.

Vanitas got used to being bored out of his mind, thanks to his past… contractors (he would run his Keyblade through his chest before calling that man Master), but he reached a new level of psychological suffering thanks to Handsy being a drama queen about whatever he and Gecko talked about.

He almost let out a sigh of relief when Giran entered the bar. The man's constant supply of people for Vanitas to rough up was the only fun he had lately, which earned the man some brownie points.

Unfortunately, he was alone now. The broker sat beside Handsy, a slightly frantic look on his face.

"Okay, we might have a situation." His tone said there was no 'might' anywhere in the situation.

Handsy gave him a numb stare, "What?"

"Remember those Yakuza fellows I told you about?"

"Did they finally agree to meet here?"

"Well, no-"

"Then my answer is the same."

Giran ran his hands down his face, his usual posture nowhere in sight, "Look, they are pressing me, hard. Sooner or later, they'll just decide they don't need you and-"

Handsy interrupted him again, "They won't."

"How are you so sure?!"

Handsy sighed, finally turning fully to Giran, "Think about it. Why would they push so much for a meeting in the first place? We have something they don't have, namely, firepower." He shot Dabi a look, "And no, that wasn't a pun."

The scarred man only made a rude gesture as an answer. Ah, Vanitas missed the days he had some actual half-decent company; the people of this world were so rude.

Giran's eyes narrowed, "Your numbers weren't so different, and the quality isn't much lower than the people here."

"Nomus and Heartless."

"Didn't you say you're short on those?"

"Yes, and who do you tell this to?"

"No-! Oh, you sly bastard."

Handsy opened his arms in something that was in the middle point of a shrug and a condescending gesture. Vanitas had to admit that it was a pretty smart move, though. With how the last attacks escalated to more Heartless and his braindead puppets, people would get to believe they got even more as time went on, and while they would be right, the so-called League of Villains was actually in a period of low numbers to deploy.

Of course, the people who knew that had no reason to correct those who didn't.

"They want troops for something big, something they can't do on their own, and until they suck up, come here, and ask for it, that endangered species of a criminal organization won't get anything from me." The villain decided to punctuate his statement by finally downing the glass he had been staring into for a while, only to then complain the drink was lukewarm. That's what you get for spending two hours looking at it.

Giran visibly slumped in relief. The stress those Yakuza must have caused him really must have started to get to his head, especially as he didn't notice all that before. "Good to know you're still competent even in your emo phase."

Handsy shot him a dry stare, "Har, har. I'm having an existential crisis, not an aneurysm. I can still fucking think."

"If only he could also put some effort into doing anything else!" Vanitas's grumble went unnoticed by almost everybody. Almost being the imperative word.

"Well, lucky you then!" An arm draped itself over Vanitas, much to his displeasure. The cloak-wearing old coat smiled at him, and Vanitas instantly knew something was up. "My buddy is organizing a little event, for the laughs mostly, and we decided you could use the chance to get some fresh air."

"Not interested."

"You'll get the chance to cause mass panic and unrestrained violence~!"

Vanitas groaned, "Fine, a little interested. What do you want me to do?"

"Prepare your bags, kiddo. You're going on a field trip!"


Done, and for the first time, with fewer words than I expected.

The next chapter will be the start of I-Island and the first movie arc. With a dash of KH and my personal branch of insanity to it.

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