As has been said on other chapters there will be no updates from Dec 22nd – 4th Jan. I'll keep reminding of that until the date.

Even more childbirth-related metaphors and horror here. But, I mean, you probably didn't need to be warned of that after the ending of last chapter.

Cover Art: Kirire

Chapter 34

Blake's knowledge of the anatomical layout and deconstruction of a womb was limited. This she considered a good thing, because it would have made the squelching of their shoes on fleshy material far more awkward than it already was. The knowledge would have probably been outdated anyway on account of the womb stretching over most the floor of a building, but still. It was a blessing.

Another blessing was the lack of antagonistic forces within, which was a first for Mountain Glenn. Blake doubted the floor had been deserted at the time of… whatever happened… but something had happened to the residents to move them on. Maybe they'd just left and the corridor had sealed shut behind them. Maybe they didn't care about this macabre hell. Or maybe, just maybe, they'd been dealt with somehow. Blake touched a hand to Gambol Shroud and eyed the walls. She'd been in one construct made of flesh that wanted to eat her, and she wasn't feeling too charitable about this one.

Along the way, Jaune and Jade plied her with the odd questions about their mother. How she was, how she looked, whether she was safe and sane. Blake answered as best she could, lying where she had to, and ignored Coral's quiet scoffs. Nicholas Arc never asked a single question. He didn't even listen. About half an hour in, Saphron, Terra and Pyrrha caught up with them, reporting that a large horde had approached and they'd decided it was better to abandon the APC then be killed. That they'd gotten in without being followed was a miracle. Or maybe the Twilight Citizens didn't dare come here.

When they came to crossroads or intersections they paused to discuss. Splitting up was not an option, nor a need. Obviously, this place was safe from the napalm because the insides were whole, and there were no enemies here thus far. They might as well take their time. At the same time, they'd lost too many already. Coral would usually decide the way, kneeling to inspect flesh and then deciding based on such nebulous criteria like blood flow, flesh build-up, or the smell. At one crossroad she indicated they should go ahead when the left and right passages were blocked by fleshy membrane.

"We could cut through them," said Saphron.

"Why bother?" snorted Coral. "We're on the right track."

"How do you know?"

"Because we're in what I believe to be the birthing canal."

Wonderful. Blake shuddered and imagined some giant, deformed baby coming crushing down to run them over, then shuddered again. She wasn't the only one. Pyrrha slid closer to her, the last remaining ARC Corp employees aside from Terra, who was an Arc by marriage.

Five minutes later they came to a grisly sight. The bodies and legs of people were sticking down out the fleshy ceiling, with their heads and shoulders buried in the skin. There were red tubes like umbilical cords wrapped around them and, in some cases, punched into their skin. They dangled like ripe fruit, and Blake clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle both a scream and vomit.

Coral, naturally, approached without a care in the world and even went so far as to grip one of the cords pushed into flesh and give it a squeeze. "Blood is being sucked out of them. How ironic. The umbilical cord is supposed to provide a baby with nutrients, and yet here it's draining them."

"Draining them for what?" asked Nicholas.

"That's the question, isn't it? To sustain itself? To give to another?" Coral hummed and drew a knife, cutting the cord away. It flopped aside like a hose, spilling blood out into the corridor. Blake leapt back and behind Jaune, using him as a human shield.

"Fuck's sake, Coral!" howled Jade, not with blood on her trousers. "Don't do that!"

"I wanted to see what would happen." Coral watched, but the body simply twitched and died. Or maybe it had died before from exsanguination. "Interesting. I thought for sure there would be some reaction to having a source of nutrients deprived. Perhaps the anomaly isn't capable of acting directly against us."

"It caught these people," said Saphron.

"Yes, but they are all uniformed doctors and nurses so it must have gotten them in its creation." Her eyes slid to the side. "And likely other pregnant women as well. If you're squeamish about this, I'd strongly suggest staying out the wards. Unless you want to see expectant mothers drained dry of their blood with their unborn children left to-"

"Coral," said Nicholas, firmly. "No one wants to hear it."

"You too? I'd have thought you would put detail beyond personal comfort. Oh well. We're safe either way. Should we disconnect all the fruit and see if that starves the anomaly? It must require the nutrients, otherwise this wouldn't be happening."

Say no, say no, say no, say no- begged Blake.

Nicholas sighed. "It's a good proposal. Let's get to work on that."

Damn it!

Blake had seen a lot of grim work in her time at ARC Corp but this took the cake. It was no longer human, she told herself. No different from cutting the limbs of Grimm. Except that it was. The bodies the cords were attached to were human, and they gushed human blood. Worse still, she couldn't get the images of childbirth out her mind and that made touching the flesh a no-no. Gambol Shroud flicked out on the end of her ribbon instead, severing muscle and skin from as great a range as possible.

Poor Jaune had no such advantage and had to inch close enough to swing, then jump back. By the time they were halfway through he was drenched red with blood. They continued for what must have been thirty minutes, finishing with the corridor before splitting up just a little – still within shouting distance – to deal with the rooms. Blake claimed a doctor's office and got to work inside, leaving Coral, Saphron and Terra to clear the wards of patients.

As Blake was leaving the office, the world stilled suddenly. Everything stopped. The pulsating walls, the warmth, the very air itself. It was a moment of such shocking and sudden stillness that she froze, as did Pyrrha, in the doorway of another room.

And then the hospital screamed.

It was a baby's scream at first, high-pitched and awful, and then it was a woman's, rising higher and higher until Blake dropped to her knees and clutched her hands to both sets of ears, the heel of her palms over her human ones and her fingers dragging her faunus ears down into her hair. The scream echoed in her head until she felt dizzy and sick, slumping onto her side in the bloody mucus.

And then it was over.

It ended with a shrill and piercing crack.

Is it dead? Did we kill it?

When the nausea lifted and her vision cleared, she knew that wasn't the case. The walls of flesh still existed, and they pumped with blood again, but there was a new noise – and new movement – as the bodies hanging from the ceiling began to kick and thrash and wriggle. Muffled sounds like screams and pleas were lost in the skin above.

"What the fuck happened!?" roared Nicholas, barging out a room with his sword coated with blood. His suit, too. "Coral!"

The odd girl came stumbling out her own. Even her hair was dyed red. "It's reset!" she shouted, over the sound of the voices. She had to duck not to be kicked by some nurse's swinging feet. The others came back as well, crouched low under the feet above them. "Mountain Glenn has reset and everyone has come back to life. We should have expected this – we can't kill the anomaly by starving it if it's the thing responsible for people being resurrected."

"But it's only 10:00. The resurrection shouldn't be for another four hours."

"It was never on a timer," said Coral. "Don't you get it? That's why it happened early with us and got us caught. The city resets whenever this thing runs out of food. It dies just like we killed it now, and it resets everything. Its food sources come back, it feeds off them, they die, it resets, the food comes back to life. It must have looked like it was at 14:00 every day because that's how long it usually takes for the bodies to run out of nutrients. Something must have happened to make it die earlier when we came in. A fluke. Bad luck. The bodies must have lasted a little longer, making the reset later. Or maybe one struggled free and disconnected the others to try and save them and killed it right at the start of a cycle."

One or the other. Already, the bodies kicking above them were beginning to slow as fatigue and blood loss set in. Or defeatism. They would be suspended there for a full day yet, slowly drained of blood until they died and forced the anomaly to reset the world once more. And she'd thought most people in Mountain Glenn suffered terrible fates. This was so much worse.

"If it resets Mountain Glenn on death then is there anything we can even do?" asked Jaune.

"We won't know until we try," said Nicholas. "Leave them. We'll have to find the source of this. It obviously needs this blood – these nutrients – for something. Whatever that is, I want to stop it."

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If walking down the fleshy hallways had been bad before, it was worse now. The hanging bodies were still alive and kicking, forcing them to manoeuvre around them, and more than once she thought of cutting them down. They'd be as insane as anyone else in Mountain Glenn, however. Maybe worse. ARC Corp had already lost too many people to risk more.

The worst part was knowing that everyone they had lost was now back. Jaune's missing sisters, the other employees, even Juniper. The latter would be making her way back here, and Blake almost suggested they wait, only to realise it would take hours. If she could even make it on foot and alone without aura. It was better they finish this and free both her and the others.

In the end, it wasn't hard to find the source of the anomaly. It was a game of follow the bodies until they eventually came into an operating theatre, within which stood a tree of flesh. It made Blake casually think of everything before as a garden in her mind, and then dully realise just how warped her perception had become that a sticky red tree of skin, gristle, blood and bone evoked only a "meh" from her.

It reached from the floor to the ceiling and had evidently consumed the operating bed. No prizes for guessing the anomaly had been on that at one point. It had also consumed several people, who were hanging out of it very much dead. Unlike the others, they weren't hanging from the ceiling but were partially buried in the tree, some with their heads inside, but at least one man with his body in and his arms, face and legs hanging out.

In the centre of the tree was an orange orb, like a huge circular amber crystal, and within that was a dark shape curled in on itself. The details couldn't be made out because of the orange amber, but Blake could hazard a guess. "It's a baby."

"A baby?" gasped Coral, sarcastically. "Who could have ever guessed there would be a baby in the womb-anomaly?"

Bitch. Blake ignored her and looked to Jaune. He had an uncomfortable expression on his face and wasn't making any moves to do anything. Nicholas, on the other hand, drew his sword and approached. Blake opened her mouth, but Coral shook her head and said, "Let him. It probably won't make a difference."

The sword plunged into the amber, blood leaked out, the world screamed and they all fell to their knees. When the pain ended and she could open her eyes, everything was back as it had been. The city had been reset again.

"Surprise, surprise," said Coral. "The mother anomaly is draining the nutrients for its baby and its death is what triggers the mother to reset the city. I'd have thought that was obvious at this point, father."

"Science is about testing a hypothesis despite what may seem obvious, daughter," gritted back Nicholas Arc. "You should know that."

An interesting factor was that the doctor in the tree had not come back to life. Had he been spared the anomaly? Had he technically died moments before it came to life, and therefore avoided the eternity of pain? Blake dared to approach him, once it was clear the tree wasn't going to attack them and looked him over. He had a name card partially skinned over, but she could peel the flap aside a little to read his name. "Dr Merlot."

"Hm?" Jaune had come over. "What's that?"

"I'm just curious about the doctor. He didn't come back to life and might have died before."

"Maybe. He probably saw the birth of the anomaly. Ugh. Bad choice of words." He grimaced, as did Blake. She started rummaging around his person, however. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for his scroll. Maybe it has details on what he was doing."

"It's been over twenty years. It'll be out of battery."

She hadn't considered that, but she was already hands deep in his pockets so she continued to search him, and was rewarded with a small, slim, rectangular object about a third the size of a normal scroll. She pulled it out to reveal a voice recorder. The kind someone might hold like a pen and activate to speak their mind or take notes.

"Dad!" called Jaune. "Blake's found something."

Nicholas came over. "What is it?" He took the device when she handed it over and pushed the play button. It clicked but didn't activate. "I need some dust here," he said. "Jade, you're the best at mechanics. Can you hook this up to some raw dust somehow?"

The last surviving twin was already on her way. "I can probably break down my scroll and wire this into the power source. I'll claim another on expenses. Give it here."

It was the work of ten minutes or so, with them scraping a fresh patch of surface clean of flesh for her to work on. Jade cracked open her scroll, messed around with the circuit board inside and eventually managed to make it so that the voice recorder was being powered by her now disconnected scroll battery. It crackled to life when she pushed the play button.

"Is this thing working?" A man's voice came out the device along with a little static. It wasn't clear by any means, but then the device was at least twenty years old and probably far below today's standards. They could hear the voice all the same. "Testing. Testing. This is Dr Merlot. Well, retired doctor. Retired but re-instated. I said I'd never do this again but it's hard to turn down ten million lien in funding for my own research projects. It's not every day someone offers ten million for you to perform a caesarean section. I have been called by the Mountain Glenn Hope Hospital on behalf of what must be a fantastically wealthy air of patients. First parents by the sound of it. Most people would be prepared to trust the doctors who have already delivered hundreds of babies, but I'm told this is an odd case. I'll withhold my judgment for now."

There was a click as the first message ended. Jade then pressed the button again to begin the next.

"Dr Merlot reporting. Sixth of May. I said before that the case was odd, but it seems the reality is that the case is downright foolish. I was correct in my assumption of first-time parents, but incorrect in saying that other doctors could easily deliver the baby. That's no slight against them either, as I'm not sure I will be able to either. There have been complications with the mother. By all accounts, it should be terminated for her sake. Every test performed suggests the child will be unable to survive outside the womb. Even letting her keep it this long is putting her in grave danger. I'll have to inform them. Perhaps that is what they need – for someone else to reinforce the unfortunate message. I hope this goes well."

Another end. Another click.

"I cannot believe some people. I thought to be as sympathetic and kindly as I could, and yet I've faced nothing but abuse. The hospital staff as well. It's galling to see the mother so dismissive – as if by virtue of being rich she is more informed than those who have studied for this role. The father is no better. He's a wealthy business magnate fifteen years older than her; she's a trophy wife at best. Young, pretty, naïve, spoilt. She seems to think the world will dance to her tune if she throws enough of her husband's money at it. I've been told, in no uncertain terms, that if I will not perform the operation then they will find someone who will. I'm tempted to let them. But no, abuse or not, I won't be able to rest easy if I know I've left this to anyone less capable. Some back-alley doctor would likely kill the both of them. I'll do my best. At the very least I'll be able to save the mother. I am not sure on the child. Even if I can deliver it alive, I don't think it will survive long. Maybe that short amount of time will be a comfort to her, however. What else can I do?"

A click, then more.

"This is Dr Merlot. I am about to go into the operating theatre. Recent tests look bad. Very bad. I'm not even sure I can keep her alive anymore. I've told her again that she is likely to die if this continues, but she won't have it. I'd call it a desperate mother's belief but I've seen that too many times. This woman genuinely believes there will be no problem. It hasn't even crossed her mind that this could fail. I'm going in now. I'll do everything I can."

The message ended, and though Jade pressed the button again, it just went back to the first and replayed it. Jade turned it off a few words in. They'd heard enough. Blake sighed and took a seat, sitting upon flesh. She was too far gone to care anymore.

"The mother became the anomaly when the operation failed and the baby died," said Coral. It was obvious, but someone had to say it. "Her complete refusal to believe her child could die led to her rejecting reality, and I expect she didn't have aura since she was a civilian. A ripe breeding ground for a human-anomaly hybrid."

"At least the doctor died and was spared a fate far worse," said Pyrrha.

"Fucking monster," snapped Nicholas.

Blake looked up. "Do you have no empathy whatsoever?"

"I would sympathise with a woman who had lost her child," replied the man, striding up to the anomaly with a snarl. "I would offer what little comfort I could. I will not, however, sympathise with someone so divorced from reality that they would become an anomaly and sacrifice millions of lives just to save one."

"Killing it or the baby will just cause it to reset," said Saphron, catching Nicholas' arm by the elbow. "Please spare our eardrums. Coral, can you think of a way to end this once and for all?"

"We deliver the baby."

"I'm being serious!"

"So am I," said Coral, sighing dramatically. "It's what she – the anomaly – wants, isn't it? If we can find a way to deliver the baby safely then it wouldn't need to reset the city. We might then be able to kill it."

"And the baby?"

"We can kill it after."

"Coral!" barked Jaune.

"What? Oh fine, if it somehow survives then we can give it up for adoption or let an office raise it – adopt it into the family if you want. The doctor's notes made it pretty clear it wasn't going to survive, however."

"An actual doctor couldn't deliver it alive," said Pyrrha. "What chance do we have?"

"Well, the mother is not human anymore so I imagine we can be a little rougher than usual. Plus, the doctor was trying to keep her alive, and the human body is frail. This thing doesn't look the same. Plus, we can try as many times as we want."

"Question." Blake raised a hand. "Do all of us need to be in here for this?"

"Seconded," said Jade, hand raised.

"Thirded," added Pyrrha. "I mean, someone should keep watch."

Coral looked at them all and sighed. "Fucking useless. The lot of you. I need someone to stay and help me. Saphron, Terra. You're staying. Father, too. Jaune, you're no good here. Your arms won't make this a safe procedure."

Jaune did not argue. Not in the slightest. He looked as nauseous as Blake felt, and they scurried out the room alongside Pyrrha and Jade, the four of them somehow feeling so much better in a corridor filled with flesh and hanging with corpses. The bodies were almost a comfort.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Ugh. This has been a long few days…

"When we get out of here," said Blake. "I want to not have another job for at least a week."

"I'm almost thinking of re-hiring Ruby just so she can hold the office," said Jaune. "While I sleep until I can forget all this."

"I like that plan."

Any further conversation was cut off by a wailing scream that started small and grew in volume, deafening them. When it ended, the bodies in the ceiling began to kick and thrash again, and he heard angry voices within the operating room.

"I'm guessing that means the first try was a flop," said Jade.

"I don't think performing an operation on a non-human entity with zero conventional medical training is easy, Jade."

"Who'd have thought, eh?"

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It took hours. Multiple hours. It went beyond the 14:00 deadline, and Blake winced at every roaring explosion she heard muted through walls of stone and then walls of flesh. The napalm did not roast them; it didn't even reach them. The wails of the anomaly as the surgery failed again and again were louder, and Blake was certain her hearing would be impacted for days following this. The barrages ended, Atlas stood down, and still the ones inside the theatre continued to try and operate.

If this were a real life situation without the anomaly then the mother would have died a hundred times over, and maybe that was the point. Coral could afford to take as many tries as she needed because it would just come back to life. This wasn't a surgery – that implied precision. This was Coral and those inside brute-forcing the matter. They'd just throw everything at the anomaly and try to find something that stuck.

Eventually, blessedly, there was a wail from within that did not rise in pitch. Blake tensed up all the same, and she knew she wasn't the only one as Jaune, Jade and Pyrrha clapped their hands to their ears, but when the quiet wailing continued and the anomaly did not scream or cause the world to shudder, they dared to hope. Jade stood and creaked the door open, letting the noise leak out as they peered inside.

The members of ARC Corp within were unrecognisable. They were coated red. Clothes, hair, faces, hands, all of it was slick with blood like they'd swum through a swimming pool filled with the stuff. Coral turned, holding something in her hands, to look at them. Her teeth were also stained pink as she smiled.

"It's a… well, honestly, I'm not sure what it is."

It was a baby. Technically. Blake felt nothing but pity looking at it. The thing had a mouth but no face, one missing arm, and a deformed set of legs stuck together like it was halfway turning into a slug. It wasn't human, and it wasn't in good shape, and she couldn't help but recall Dr Merlot's sad message about its chances outside the womb.

"The mother?" asked Jade.

"Dying."

They looked back, to the tree, which was now gushing blood from the empty amber crystal the baby had been inside. Its branches were wilting and the flesh on the walls was beginning to decay. It was pitiful, and yet it didn't revert the city as it had thousands of times before. It simply let itself wither and die. Because, in its mind, its baby was finally safe.

"Don't feel pity for it," said Nicholas, reading her expression. His was hard. "This thing, this person, put millions through untold agony and suffering, all for this moment. It deserves nothing but contempt."

"Even so…" whispered Jaune. "It's a mother-"

"No. It gave up that right along with its humanity. Our world is not fair. Not all things are equal. Bad things happen to good people, and good things happen to bad. You can accept that and try to deal with it, or you can refuse it and try to change it. Either is fine. But when you reject reality and let the anomalous take you, you're spreading your misery out to others. This could have all been avoided if she'd just listened to her doctor. Instead, she thought she knew better. And everyone in Mountain Glenn paid the price."

The tree turned black and slumped, dissolving into mush, and then ash, and then fading away entirely. All the way back out the corridor, it faded, and dead bodies, still and cold, dropped to the floor. They did not stir.

"What of the baby-?" Blake looked over and closed her eyes. Coral was still holding it, almost tenderly, but it had ceased moving. Its mouth hung open, its chest still, and it lay helplessly in her arms. As Dr Merlot had predicted, the poor thing couldn't survive outside the womb. "What a waste. This has all been one miserable experience."

"Such is our line of work," said Nicholas. "You did well to survive it. Hazel, Lavender and Sable did not." He closed his eyes. "Their names will be added to the records to be remembered for their sacrifice. Alongside their mother."

Jade gritted her teeth and looked away.

"Let them be at peace," said Saphron. "And all the residents of Mountain Glenn. Shall we check outside?"

They made their way out in solemn silence, and out into a city deserted. The APC had been annihilated by the last barrage of napalm, proving Saphron's plan of abandoning it prudent in the long run. The horde she'd spoken of before was nowhere to be seen, and neither was any other living soul. The city was at last quiet, and it was silent. There was a stillness to the air that was all too telling. Bodies lay strewn about, but there was not a living soul to be seen.

As they made their way on foot, the tableau continued. Mountain Glenn was a ghost town. Fog, or maybe smoke, had settled over it, and everything was still. Buildings stood eerily, streets stood empty, and nothing challenged them. They passed by what must have been Hazel's body, and Jade knelt to collect something from her and whisper a few words. Nicholas touched her arm. "Once we know for certain it is safe we will recover their bodies. I won't have any member of ARC Corp be left to rot away here."

It didn't feel as comforting as it should. Nothing did. Blake wasn't sure what conclusion would have made this all better; would it be somehow kinder if the baby had lived? Its mother might have caused this but the child hadn't, but then did any of the other children who died in Mountain Glenn deserve it either? It wasn't a case of deserving or not. It was a case of the anomalous ruining everything. In the end there had never been a good ending for Mountain Glenn, and no real way to make this better. All they could do was take away the bad, let those people pass on, and hope they went somewhere better.

Blake's legs were killing her by the time they reached the great entrance to Mountain Glenn and walked out of it unmolested. The fog lifted to reveal trees of green, a rare splash of colour that made her knees shake. Jaune supported her, and they carried on together until they reached the perimeter, where they were faced with a gunline. Nicholas had them stop, and they were ordered to throw down their weapons and submit to quarantine. Blake tossed Gambol Shroud to the ground, and then tossed herself beside it, unconscious before she had even closed her eyes.

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It took two days to process them. They were kept as drones scoured Mountain Glenn to make sure it was empty. Evidently, it was. General Ironwood came in person to talk to them, and they had blood taken and tested, along with their bodies prodded with needles. Blake slept through much of it, only awaking to listen to Jaune asking if she was okay, then confirm she was alive, then submit to further tests.

In that time, news of their success was sent to the Council of Vale and the plans for the evacuation and purge were called off. No one knew. The populace went about their daily lives as if nothing had changed, even as so much had. There might have been a quiet celebration among the politicians, but that was all. Ignorance was bliss. Blake missed the days she could be called that. Life had been a lot easier.

It was on the third day that they were let free in Vale once more. Jaune and Blake took a taxi back to their apartment block and office, let themselves in and failed to even register the huge bundle of legs and flesh that bowled them over. Timothy fussed over the both of them, screeching and hissing and grinding its human molars around and around in a circle. It froze, however, when Blake's arms wrapped around its body and her face pushed into its abdomen. The Guardian Weaver clicked its legs together nervously, unsure what the faunus who so regularly hated it was doing.

"I missed you," whispered Blake into its nasty, icky, but not womb-like skin. "You stupid, disgusting, overly friendly dollop of nightmare fuel. I missed you so damn much."

"Skreee?"

"You are mine now. My pillow."

"S-Skreeeee!?"

"Father was impressed with you," said Jaune. He'd slumped behind his desk and had the look of a man who intended to spend the next few days without moving from that very spot. "I think this counts as you officially being off probation."

"Yay for me. I feel ecstatic. Can you hear the sheer joy in my voice?"

"You're officially an employee of ARC Corp now."

"That fills me with dread."

"I guess you can see why I wanted to spare you all this when we ended up in the Welcoming House together. I did my best to try and make you stop asking questions and just look the other way. You're the one who pushed yourself into the role."

"I know." Blake hugged Timothy tighter, as the spider slowly opened up to the idea and settled against her. "I wish I'd listened."

"Go to bed, Blake. Have a rest."

"I can't move. I'm too tired."

"Timothy, take her to bed."

"He isn't going to be able to-"

Blake's complaints were cut off as the Guardian Weaver dropped and rolled, pulling her up onto its back. It then skittered for the door with her bouncing up and down on its abdomen with two legs bent up backward to hold her in place.

"Huh, I guess he is," she said, as the once-terrifying creature carried her out the door. "You know what? This… This is fine. This doesn't even phase me anymore. Take me away, spider. Do what you will."

"Skreeee!"

Monstrous spider is adorable. As always.

Also, I promise next chapter will be much lighter and comedic to make up for the absolute festival of pain the Mountain Glenn arc has been. We'll be earning back those humour tags with a return to an anomaly you technically all saw before, and that I mentioned at the time during a previous arc, but which only a few people actually figured out.

Next Chapter: 19th December

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