AN: To quickly address the MH Rise Sunbreak announcement, I would like to quote a wise, wise man.

"I like vampires." – Tommy Wiseau

The world of souls exists beyond the realms of normal comprehension. The conscious formed from the physical illusion of the mind becomes real within this sub-reality. The manifestations of thoughts and feelings immerge as abstract constructs, but they shared the same qualities of water. They wavered to and frow; they mesh into slushing masses and merge, while others push their partners away and become solitary.

Rage, fear, joy, and the other emotions had no defined shape or notable difference when compared. Their color changed at random, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly; they were fleeting, yet constant. Once a feeling formed, it disappeared, but it remained like a half-life taken literally.

The life that remained in the world of reality could not be perceive their other, and the world of souls held no true life to begin with. So, as Druella delved into the mind and souls, of the man from another world, she found herself staring into foreign sensations and abstract figures. It was different from the usual mind of the human, but she could understand the method to the madness; for there was none.

So, the lilim simply had to shut them out, and force the writhing mass of thoughts into simplified memories. Each vison came from the hunter's perspective, though some appeared tinged with nostalgic sensations while others pulsed out feelings of shame and fear. It was too much for her to take, so she simplified it further, until she was standing in a linear hall with doors representing points in time.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Druella took in the new world she found herself in. The linear corridor had expanded into branching walkways, and had taken the form of a tree instead of a hall. The doors had shaped into leaf like tears in space, each one displaying different points in the hunter's life.

'Why do humans have to be so complicated?' Druella complained to herself, 'Everything has to be so complex with these humans. Why can't they be simple like mamono?'

The lilim had delved into the minds of men before, she had to do so whenever she had to implant mamono sympathies into men with power. It was always the same, feelings with complex origins and strange reasoning. Mamono are similarly complex, at least until they found their husband. While mankind tended to have contradicting flows of emotion; mamono will stray towards simple, primal feelings typically lust and love for their chosen.

Even now, despite the simplified state of the world of souls, she found herself smothered in sensation and emotion. She hoped that this simplified state, she had put herself in, would keep her from drowning at the very least. Gulping down her discomfort she began spreading the Spirit, watching in interest as the white mana merge with the red. The energy pulsed before becoming like the bluish, sometimes pinkish, white mana that made up the hunter's soul.

Growing curious, she let a little of her Demonic Energy flow into the red substance, only for it to swallow her mana whole before it ingested any white. Blanking she leaned closer and touched it. At first her fingers went numb, then static ran through her body, and then excruciating pain raddled her being. Shrieking she fell onto what could only be called a path, and waited for the pain to pass.

Druella's body went fully numb, as if she had been struck with white hot lightning. She stared down into her palm, recoiling at the static sparks of red crisscrossing across her hands. Seething in pain, she rolled onto her stomach, and forced herself to her feet. The red mana surged out before dissipating into the void around her.

Pulling herself to her feet, she crept away from the concentrated soul mass, and went back to slathering the empty space with Spirit Energy. She did so with ease after taking a small dose to recover her own mana reserves. While she went about the process, she took notice of the ongoing memories around her.

Growing curiosity drew her closer to the one displaying Dawn's first meeting with Ace. She snickered as she watched the cute little felyne aggressively assert himself as the true leader of the party and that the hunter was his 'minion'. She leaned closer to get a better look at the young hunter himself, 'Why aren't you cutey, he definitely bulked out as he got older… Maybe if I go to the other world, I could find a cute little hunter for myself.'

Moving to the next tear, she sighted the hunting duo's first encounter with a particularly intimidating monster. It was a large hulking beast with dark purple scales, an ominous air following it's figure, and two great clawed wings strapped to its shoulders. It flew above the hunter's ship during a rainstorm at sea, and it was unleashing blasts after blast of hazy black-purple clouds upon them.

Stepping back, she watched as the ship began to sink from the constant abuse, and as another ship collided into the beast, knocking it off course from destroying the vessel entirely. Before the tear turned dark, she saw another hunter lean out to grab Dawn and Ace. Druella hummed and moved on the next tear, and then the next, and then the next, until she found herself before a long dark crack in the soul space.

The tear was closed and was letting out darker emotions. Fear, shame, hatred, and sorrow were the most prominent. To a mamono like herself, it was almost painful to be near it as she could feel the emotional resonance seeping into her. Though she was pretty much done spreading the Spirit, she felt drawn to look into it, and to perhaps enter the black scar.

'I hate this, but… I might not get another chance to see any of this Hunter's Guild's secrets.', She nodded with her reasoning, but a nagging worry kept her from committing, 'Why would shame and fear be combined with hatred or sorrow? What am I going to see if I step in…? There's only one way to find out.'

Stepping into the cut, she found herself in a lifeless den, a land in which life was but a foreign concept for thousands of years. The lilim realized quickly that this was not a normal place. She could feel residual energies of long dead spirits roaming the land, and though she could not directly interact with any of their mana. She could feel their longing for peace; how this dead land kept these spirits imprisoned, she didn't know.

"Hey Dawn, what do you think this is made of?", She turned to see the original form of Ace hefting a shard of metal with odd coloring.

"Couldn't say," the hunter shrugged, "could be dragonite, but that shine reminds me of cosmcite."

"Nyah, then how'd it get here? Last time I checked that stuff only comes from Dalamadur... or was it Ukanlos?", The palico dropped the shard back into the rubble, suddenly finding the metal repulsive.

The hunter grunted, and gestured for the felyne to follow him, "We'll look into it later. We got a briefing to get to."

'Briefing huh,' Druella followed after the pair, taking interest in the charred dusty remains of the world around her. Gliding past the duo, she went about analyzing every nook and cranny. The memory was hazy, almost like the hunter couldn't remember this place. She landed by a mass of dust and ash to find vague images engraved into the wall behind it. A grim realization came over her, 'are those people…? Did this place used to be a city,' she raised herself higher, 'no, not just a city… a capital. Deonora couldn't have done anything like this… did some ancient god smite this part of the world?'

The more she looked, the more she began to understand why the hunter held such dreadful feelings toward this memory; this place wouldn't stand out in the old Demon Lord's domain. Everywhere she looked, she saw ash, she saw dust, she saw what could only be called the remains of a once mighty nation, a once mighty people. Souls of the dead latching onto what was once their home, crying out for retribution. What troubled the Demon Lord's fourth was how it all came to be, and why the land as a whole refused to heal.

"Alright Commeownder," and in a blink she was back with the two, "what's the plan?"

An older man with an air of authority about him simply gestured for the two to follow him, "You two will be on standby with the other master hunters. We don't know if the Fatalis is here or somewhere else. I will be with the General Adams, the Saphire Star, and Aiden up at the castle, and will send out a flare if the monster shows up."

"So, just hunker down with the nerds until Fatty come by then?", Ace smirked.

The commander didn't answer the palico and took his leave without another word. Dawn on the other hand was quick to smack the felyne for his rudeness, "Ace you need to take this seriously, this is a Black Dragon we're dealing with."

"Nyeah I know," the palico grumbled, "I'm just trying to lighten the meoowd."

"I know, but we need to be on edge, Ace. This is THE Black Dragon we're talking about," the hunter gestured to the crowd of hunters and researchers alike, "if we're going to slay it, then we'll need everyone on alert, and that means no joking around."

"Nyah, Nyah, Nyah… whatever mew say," the cat shrugged, "let's just get this over with, this place makes my fur crawl."

In this new location, Druella got a better look at what this Hunter's Guild was like. Human men and women in uniform blue and silver armor stood guard over the somewhat frail forms of Wyvernians. A species that caught her interest more than anything else. Some were small, only coming up to the human's knees, while other stood at an equal height. They all had floppy pointed ears, and distinctly minor features that separated them from humans.

Moving closer to one of the researchers, she took note of the fact that she had four fingers on each hand. She female spoke quickly, but the lilim had yet to hear a word leave her mouth. It was only then did she realize how far Dawn was away from her. Sighing she float back on over to the source of the memory.

"It's good to you two again.", Another hunter shook Dawn's hand. He was tall, taller than even the hunter she was coming to know so well, and armed himself with a massive lance and shield. If the man had white hair, then she would have guessed that they were related, but the man himself had long brown hair and golden armor and weapons with a rook motif.

"The pleasures all mine Reiner.", Was all the hunter got to say before the palico leapt onto the other man's chest.

"Meowster it's been so long!", The felyne purred, rubbing his fuzzy cheek against the other hunter's.

"Calm down now Faux," he chuckled, "I'm happy to see you too, but we can catchup later," Dawn pried the meowing felyne from the man's face, "I suggest you two meet up with Julius and Nadia. I would say to go see Aidan, but…"

"Nyah nyah, we get it.", Ace pouted, leaving his partner to shake his head, and tuck him beneath his shoulder before waving goodbye.

Looking across the hunters actually nearby, Druella took notice of a pair heading towards the main duo. The man she assumes to be Julius, was more than just handsome, in fact she felt her heart skip a beat when he took Dawn's hand and showed off a smile that made the butterflies in her stomach flutter.

Everything about him held such elegance that she felt herself shudder as she took in each of his features. While Dawn was rugged and gruff, this man held an air of nobility and sophistication. They even shared that same stoic nature she found so enticing. Oh, how she would love to stare deep into his bright blue eyes, while running her fingers through his silky snow-white hair.

The woman, unlike her partner, had dark skin and long black hair put up into a ponytail. She shared his elegance, though the large gun hanging from her hips was enough to tell the lilim that she was a hunter cut from another cloth. This Nadia gladly took the palico from Dawn to pamper and pet, much to the felyne's enjoyment. It was cute, all considered, but Druella was beginning to dread what was to come next.

"It so good to see you two again," Nadia pinched the younger man's cheek and then the palico's, "both of you look so much older than the last time we we're together. Oh, where did that scar come from Dawn?"

"Oh, that… that's nothing," Dawn shrugged off her sisterly prying, "just a nick from a Seregios hunt."

"But it was worth it," Ace butted in, proudly displaying his new golden scale armor, "got meowself some new equipment to go with my axe!"

"No injury is worth a prize Faux," Julius kneeled down to the palico's level, "let alone someone else's."

"I knyow, I knyow," Ace grumbled, "and stop calling my Faux! It's Ace Palico now, greatest felyne to ever live. I don't care if you're my old group, start using it!"

Nadia pinched his cheek and opened her mouth to playfully chide him, but no words came out. The world grew hazy and quiet, leaving Druella alone in a faded part of the hunter's mind. Sighing, she leaned back and waited for the memory to reform. She had seen this happen before with others, but it usually only occurred with distant memories, ones that formed during childhood rather than a couple of years ago.

The haze receded, the world was in chaos, and Dawn and Ace alone watched the burning sky. The other hunters she saw were guiding researchers and security personal away, while the duo was solely focused on the hellfire consuming the high ruins. The hunter staggered but was quick to scoop up his palico, before settling into a sprint, while the world tremored with the landing of the great beast.

Druella herself could hardly believe her eyes, 'Deonora had burned Dragai Castle to the ground, but that… that's too much. What kind of beast is this Fatalis supposed to be?'

-0-

"Commander! How do I get over there?!", Dawn's heavy steps thundered against the wooden structure. The two men in charge of the hunting excursion, the Commander and the General, turned their attention to him and the palico clinging to his back.

"Take the Dermos over there hunter," Dawn nodded back to the Commander's order and wrapped the rope around his arm, "take care. You won't be able to hook onto another Dermos to leave the hunt once you join. There's no escape once you take the plunge."

"Don't worry we got this!", Ace gave them a thumbs up before he and the hunter were taken into the air, "Alright Dawn what's the gameplan?"

The hunter nodded and pointed to the woman with the Sword and Shield, "Ace I need you to support the Saphire Star while I divert the monster's attention! Once she's recovered, join the hunt proper!"

Unraveling the straining rope, the hunting partners plummeted from three stories into the castle ruins, rolling to their feet no worse for wear. Ace was already on all four running to get into Healing Horn range, while Dawn let out a long shrill whistle after the beast finished it's last torrent of flames.

The Fatalis, the legendary Black Dragon turned it's crystallized eyes to the lone hunter. The beast's massive black wings spread out across their makeshift arena, and it let out an ear shattering roar before setting fire to the ground. The heat surged from beneath the dragon to the rocks under the hunter's feet. He only managed to avoid total incineration after flinging himself into a puddle of rainwater.

Fatalis was exactly as the legends described; a serpent with great powerful wings, a pair of twin horns, and a breath of fire so powerful that it melted steal into slag within seconds. If Dawn was currently fleeing for his life, he would be marveling at the sheer might before him. After another barrage of fireballs, Dawn grounded his heels against the rock surface and taunted the dragon.

Furious the beast got onto all fours and charged towards the hunter, who could only barely block the forward assault with the blunt of his Wyvernator. The Elder locked it's jaw onto the hunter's weapon, and though it's eyes were made from crimson gems, the fires of hatred burned in them all the same. Yanking Dawn from the ground by his Great Sword the beast flung him into the fortress wall beside the old rusted Dragonator.

Windless and bruised, Dawn could only stare up at the great Fatalis looming over him. On all fours, the beast leaned forward and over the hunter, fully aware that it could simply burn him alive, but it took some kind of sick satisfaction in his squirming. Gulping down his fear the hunter swallowed a quick breath, and took a weak swipe at the beast's maw. Only for it to catch the blade with it's claw, and that was when Dawn saw it, the horror.

He would have met his end then and there from a slow and painful death if the Saphire Star hadn't latched onto the beast maw and propelled the monster's skull into the wall behind him. Falling down beside him, the legendary hunter of the fifth fleet, though injured herself was quick to pull Dawn up to his feet.

"Thanks for the save," she readied her Sword and Shield, "but we can't win this by ourselves."

Armored in the fiery orange scales of the Safi'Jiiva, and equipped with the Alatreon Star; a weapon forged from the material of the Avatar of the Elements and the only other recorded Black Dragon. Blonde hair, green eyes, and fair skin suited her well. Dawn was impressed to say the least, he and his fellow masters of the old world were well accomplished, but they had never done something so incredible as hunt a Black Dragon. He supposed he would earn the title of 'Black Dragon Slayer' as well if he managed to survive this hunt.

"I see," he coughed, "what do you think…? Distract it long enough for backup to come?"

Shrugging, she pointed the dragon horns, "Let's try to break it's horns, that's where it's power comes from! If we can't slay it, we might as well weaken it for the others!"

"Like the rest then," he nodded while stretching his aching shoulders, "let's hope we can avoid the can't slay it part."

"That's the spirit!"

Druella watched the battlefield from above, a mix of fright and interest marring her features. The Fatalis stood tall, mighty, and arrogant much like his kin she met back in Lescatie. It's wings beat with strength and furor, its breath of fire, intense and violent, and its roars the epitome of fury and deafening. It was truly a dragon among dragons, a monster unrivaled in strength and power. Even though she hid beyond the veils of reality she could feel the hatred radiating from its core for her and her kind.

How a monster so vile and hateful came to be, she did not know, but here at what looked to be the pinnacle of a Demon Lord's domain she watched the heroes of the other world fight. Dawn was not fast, nor was he agile as his partner hunter, but he was strong; strong enough to block the great beast tail whip and to deliver staggering blow after staggering blow.

But what caught her eye was the women in shining orange armor, the so called Saphire Star. She fought more like a traditional Orderite Hero. Her frilled blade of purple emitted that same energy she came into contact in the hunter's mind. Her shield blocked blasts of flame, but only enough for her to avoid total annihilation. The quick strikes of her shield drew the brunt of the dragon's ire, and her speedy slashes irritated it to no end with arcs of magenta lighting.

It was when the beast reared back its head, fire licking its maw, and fury in the crystalline eyes did it show its true power. Fire, hotter than the center of a volcano, and fueled by an even greater desire for destruction shot forth, bathing the arena in flames, and melting the iron ground to slag. The hunter's weapons proved themselves to be more than meets the eye here.

Dawn's Great Sword flickered with flows of Elemental Water, giving him breathing room from the flames as a whole, while the Star's shield consumed the very flames from the air around it. Though they may say magic is but fiction in this world, it obvious to all that these hunter's were far from normal.

Her attention moved to the felynes. Ace had attached himself to the razor on the monster's back, thankfully avoiding the barbs called scales on the surface, while plunging his poleaxe into the monster's spines. His fellow felyne was off to the side, blowing a horn of odd colors, and throwing red, brown, and green powder into the air. The red offered strength based on Dawn's sudden flux of power. The brown instilled endurance based on the Star's sturdy deflection. And the green rejuvenated the hunters both.

Dawn ducked beneath another swipe, but found himself on the retreat as the Black Dragon let loose another storm of fire. He dived for cover, and the Saphire Star latched onto the monster's head. Her clutch claw flared out and forced the Fatalis to turn before she discharged a broken scale into the beast's underjaw. Causing it to flail into the wall before it and send a crack up the side of its horn.

"Break the hor…!"

Deafened both hunters were knocked to the ground as the Elder took to the air, fire coating its maw. Terror struck the huntress's face, "Quick! Quick get to the wall! Get to the wall now!"

Scrambling to his feet, Dawn followed her up the wall as dragon let loose the building heat gushing from its mouth. He was on fire, he knew that, it hurt, but he would survive as long as he made it. Scooping a dazed Ace off the ground, he climbed the nets leading to the top of the wall, and dived behind the steel wall before the Saphire Star was forced to close it.

Huffing, he squeezed out the embers on Ace's tail before setting him back down. He turned to his fellow hunter, "How long will the wall last?"

As if the Fatalis was listening in, the steel wall shielding began melting before their very eyes. The wall's latch mechanism melted to sludge, causing the wall to fall halfway down. The remaining metal began to glow a blazing orange and then melting into molten gold slush. The top of the wall broke from the pressure first, until all that was left was a half-melted block. It fell fully after the fire died down, leaving the four speechless and vulnerable to the descending Elder Dragon.

"Holy Hel," Druella recoiled, "that's enough fire to burn the whole of mother's castle to ash!"

She circled over to the hunters, finding them slowly getting to their feet only to be pushed back by the following roar. The remaining dust and ash in the air ignited in a show of power, filling the air with embers and the monster's mana. The Fatalis had unleashed its true potential, but it remained still, simply watching the horror etch its way into the hearts of the hunters, satisfied with the effect it had on them.

Now that she looked at it; it was almost like it was smiling, taking pleasure from their fear and terror, and waiting for the most opportune moment to end them. She looked back to the four, finding both of the felynes' fur on edge, while the hunters edged away from the beast's frightful gaze. Dawn, the usually calm and collected hunter, tremored with the excess of adrenaline pumping through his system. And the Saphire Star, who seemed to be the most spirited of the group, refused to look away from the spectacle before her, entirely speechless.

The dragon turned away from them, finding the newly arrived hunters more interesting at the moment. Two hunters without palicos hit the ground, and entered combat with the beast, heedless of the destruction around them. Reiner equipped with his golden rook motif Lance and Shield, while the other had already notched a spear-length arrow in her Bow.

The lancer met the Fatalis charge with a momentary block, and returned the favor with an invigorated thrust into the beast's glowing chest. Seemingly amused the monster reared back before falling flat onto him, and forcing the man into a struggling guard. While the Bow hunter loosed arrow after arrow into the dragon's wings in an attempt to cripple it.

Biting her nails, Druella watched the "hunt" unfold from above. The Saphire Star, Dawn, and the palicos rejoined the hunt, but they were faltering. He would jump into the heat of the fight, but refused to enter close combat and whenever the beast turned its attention to him, he would retreat. He was frightened, shellshocked by the monsters presence, and he wasn't the only one.

Ace quaked beside him, only ever venturing closer to the monster when Dawn did or to offer support to the other hunters. The Star and her palico, though quick to assist their fellow hunters, refused to engage the monster properly. If Druella hadn't seen the violence wrought by the beast she would have called them cowards, but after that display of might. She too found herself quaking, despite the level of separation she so cherished.

Dawn landed another blow on the Fatalis's horn, causing a great crack to sunder the upper half. Roaring in agony and rage the beast latched its maw around the hunter's arm in a fit. Tearing him from the feet, and grinding his limp body against the rough ground. It tossed his limp body against the far wall, and readied a breath of fire to incinerate all that remain of him.

He weakly held up his un-mangled arm in hope that it would shield him, but the feelings of fear clouding the world, told the lilim that he knew otherwise. In fact, the memory had grown darker, terrifyingly dark with each passing moment. The hunter's ragged breath grew louder, and louder, and louder, until all she could hear over the crackling fires was Dawn's horrified rasping.

And then it stopped, the world returned with vibrant colors, and Reiner's tower shield blocked the oncoming ball of fire, protecting his fellow hunter. Another ball followed, and then another, and another after that, while the other hunters wailed on the beast's sides in hope to divert its attention. Fatalis roared in fury, stunning the Bow Hunter, while pushing back the Saphire Star and Reiner with the force alone.

Leaning back on its haunches, it unleashed the full force of its fire in a grand display of might. The entire wall was bathed in fire, with Dawn and Reiner at the center of it. The lancer called back to his fellow hunter, "DAWN, GET UP! I CAN'T HOLD IT BACK FOREVER!"

His shield began to glow with the fires gushing past them, burning the flesh close enough to the metal. Reiner gritted his teeth and made another rallying cry, but Dawn couldn't hear him. The young hunter's heart was beating too hard for him to hear anything at all. And Druella could feel it, she felt every thump, every rise in his heartrate, every spike in terror, and all she could do was watch as the lancer's weapons melted in his very hands.

Dawn looked to his belt, hoping to find a potion, and only finding the shattered remains of a potion bottle attached to his hip. Looking to his arm, he saw the shredded flesh hidden beneath the white fluff of his armor, though by this point it had turned a crimson red. Weakly he took off his helmet with his free hand, and felt blood drip from his lips. He couldn't even speak loud enough to tell Reiner to leave him.

Defeated, he watched in horror as a man he once called mentor, cry out in agony as his weapons melted into his gauntlets. Thankfully, the Fatalis had grown tired of fire breathing, and the all-consuming flood died before either was prematurely cremated. The monster growled, a satisfied glare in its eyes, and an uncanny smirk across its maw. Dawn thanked his luck stars when the Dragon Piercer arrow sliced into the brow of the beast.

The crystal evil-eye fell to his ground and rolled up to his feet, seemingly staring at him from its bloody spot. He didn't even have the energy to recoil from the monster's agonized roar. All that was on his mind was Reiner, the man had removed the gauntlets from his hands, but the burns were severe, bad enough that he couldn't move his hands from their half-clenched shuddering. At least Ace was by his side to treat him.

Druella watched in horror as the beast pounced on the Bow Hunter, and wailed as it rose to display its catch to the rest. The woman screamed; her body half-melted into the scorching scales. The Fatalis turned to the Saphire Star, heedless of the screaming hunter, and waved its chest in a taunting manner, before breathing a flash fire on its chest to finish melting her into its body. By the end, nothing remained of the hunter, but the faint signs of ash burning on the surface.

The Star screamed in a mix of fury and hatred, and launched herself at the beast. The lilim reeled back in awe and fright as the monster lurched back at her in a charge. Druella's heart dropped with the slowing flow of time, the world faded with the clash.

Druella left the memory, and returned to the real world in an instant. No time had truly passed, but she felt a century older. She saw Dawn wake with a start, completely unaware of what was going on. She heard Shizuka rejoice, and rap the hunter in a fluffy embrace, kissing and pampering him with tears in her eyes. She felt Estrid hug Chloe in thanks, and the hellhound herself called out to her in gratitude, but Druella registered none of it.

The only thing she could think of was the Fade to Black.

AN: I know this chapter took a bit longer to write; I have college courses to take care of, so I don't have all the time in the world to write. And I can assure that the normal chapter dynamics will return in the next part. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, and now onto the reviews:

Review Responses:

Antonio Manco:

Bioenergy is essential the life force of all things in MH, I just haven't stated the name yet. Monster Hunter as only recently introduced recently, so I have to be careful about throwing the name around. And for reference: my version of the stuff is a mix of Spirit and Dragon Energies.

Neb:

Something tells me you've been think about that scene in particular. And by the way, Narwa eats Ibushi, so I'm not sure how that's going to translate when they become uncanna.

Yvori Gevura:

Your review is kind of hard to read, but I'm guessing English isn't your first language. I've stated multiple times now that most of the monsters from MH will show up so you can expect your favorites at some point. By the way Stygian Zinogre is a Fanged Wyvern not a dragon.

Discounted Divinity:

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Guest 02:

I'm sure Dragonians clean up well enough, but yeah those beds might be a little worn.

I won't spoil anything, but as of right now I'll say that Duremudira was from the Sky Corridor not the Tower. And besides Espinas, Hynocatice, and Tartaronis (Online) I don't care for the rest. But god I want Tartaronis in the main games he so fucking cool. Eh, I'm kind of glad Frontier died, if only to spite the shittier players.

Thanks for the congratulations, I'm glad there is so many people enjoying my story.

Oh, and the Sunbreak trailer was cool, I hope they make the game hard again. I believe they're adding Gore, but that one is just a rumor.

Bucio:

Dawn's girl or quote unquote harem is just Shizuka and Estrid. If you guys really, and I mean REALLY, want Mersé or Druella or whatever other girl to join said "harem" you'll have to convince me. And a lot of you will have to want it.