The next morning the group arrived to near by town, one thing was clear after meeting Marie and Mozart there could be other servant summoned by the counter force, as they then heard the sound of Wyvern as they looked at it
Mash looked at Ritsuka. "Senpai what do we do"
Ritsuka then summoned Arrow of the heart. "What are we waiting for attack"
Morgan nodes as then he jumped into the air, as her woman destroyed many of the Wyvern, the ones that didn't take it down was done my her mage craft, Kama made a few clones some lead the people to escape other shot arrow's with her darling Ritsuka, Mash blocks a few attack as the soldiers and everyone heard a voice
"Soldier everyone to the left block the attack there"
The group saw a woman, she had fair skin, Yellow hair and saint like look to her, she had sky blue eyes as they meet Ritsuka Sea Blue. She was wearing a white version of Jalter outfits, she was holding what seems like a flag
[ Insert Image off Jeane D Arc Or Jeane for short ]
Mash just blinked looked at her. "Is anyone as confused as me"
Da Vinci then spoke. "Yeah"
Ritsuka looked at them. "Time for Questions later, we have city to save".
The group quickly regrouped, moving with precision to tackle the approaching wyverns. Ritsuka unleashed the Arrow of the Heart, which burned with a fierce light, tearing through the creatures in his path. Morgan, relentless as ever, leaped high into the air, raining down her destructive magic on the beasts that dared to get too close.
Kama's clones darted through the crowd, guiding civilians to safety while taking down any wyverns that came too close. Her arrows flew through the air, each one aimed with precision. Mash, ever the stalwart shield, blocked attacks aimed at the fleeing townspeople, protecting them with unwavering dedication.
The woman, who bore an uncanny resemblance to Jalter but radiated a saintly presence, nodded toward them in acknowledgment. She raised her flag high, rallying the townspeople and soldiers alike with a calm yet powerful voice.
"Stand firm!" she called out, her voice carrying over the din of the battle. "Hold your ground and have faith. Together, we can protect what is dear to us!"
With her as their beacon, the soldiers and townspeople found renewed strength, joining the fight alongside Ritsuka's group. They pushed back the wyverns, creating a defensive line and holding their ground.
Da Vinci looked at the saintly figure in awe. "It's… Jeanne d'Arc, isn't it?"
Ritsuka gave a slight smile, both in admiration and relief. "It seems like the Counter Force sent us another ally." He turned back toward the battlefield. "Let's not waste her help—press forward!"
With Jeanne leading the charge alongside them, the tide of the battle shifted. The group fought harder, feeling the energy and conviction that radiated from Jeanne's presence. Together, they managed to drive the wyverns back, saving the town from destruction.
As the last of the wyverns fell, the townspeople began cheering, thanking their protectors. Ritsuka and his team gathered together, catching their breaths as they looked at Jeanne, who lowered her flag, her expression softening.
Ritsuka stepped forward, bowing his head in gratitude. "Thank you for your help, Jeanne."
Jeanne smiled warmly. "I was simply doing my duty. This town needed saving, and I couldn't stand by and do nothing."
Mash glanced between Jeanne and Jalter's memory in her mind, feeling a strange mix of familiarity and awe. "To think… we'd meet the real Jeanne d'Arc here."
Jeanne chuckled softly. "Perhaps destiny had a hand in our meeting. For now, let's make sure this town is safe and secure. There is much to discuss, and I have a feeling our paths are intertwined."
With Jeanne joining them, the group felt a renewed sense of purpose. As they moved to help the townspeople rebuild and fortify their defenses, they knew this was only the beginning of a new chapter in their journey, one where allies and enemies might not be as they seemed.
Ritsuka looked at Jeane. "Do you have any idea what is happening in this Singularty".
Jeane looked at them. "Um no, other then I have weeken, I don't know why, but maybe is because I have just been summoned, or maybe because it becomes of death being so recent so my legend is not so ready"
Ritsuka looked at her and let out a chuckle. "Will this gonna shock you"
One Explanations of events later.
Jeane coughed as she looked at him. "There is an evil version of me, but it can't be possible, even after my death I had no hate no anger no noting to the people that killed me, so it should not be possible"
Ritsuka nodded, understanding Jeanne's shock. "I know it's hard to accept, but she's real. Jalter embodies a twisted version of you, fueled by anger and vengeance, which is likely a result of some external force, like the Grail or the Counter Force summoning her with those feelings amplified."
Jeanne took a deep breath, her expression wavering between disbelief and sadness. "It's heartbreaking to think that a version of me would carry such hatred. I spent my life trying to bring hope, not despair."
Mash stepped forward gently. "Jeanne, your counterpart, as difficult as she may be to face, doesn't erase your own legacy or the good you've done. The people here needed you today, and they rallied because of your presence."
Jeanne looked down, contemplating Mash's words. "I suppose… perhaps my role here is to remind her—and myself—of that hope." She then looked up at Ritsuka, her eyes determined. "If there is truly a darker side of myself out there, then I'll do what I can to save her, to show her that there's another path."
Ritsuka smiled, admiring her resolve. "Then we'll do this together. Jalter's power may be strong, but she's not invincible."
Jeanne nodded. "Yes, together, we'll face whatever darkness lies ahead. But first, let's make sure this town is safe and help these people rebuild."
Marie them looked at Jeane. "Will now that the real saint is here". She then grabbed her hand. "Let's talk"
As she then dragged Jeane away from some girl talk, Marie was fan of Jeane D Arc Legends, as Ritsuka just looked at what just happened
Kama just looked at him. "Not what I expected was going to happen but ok I gess".
Ritsuka chuckled, watching Marie pull Jeanne away enthusiastically. "Guess even in the middle of a Singularity, there's time for a little fan appreciation," he said, smiling.
Kama rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "Well, it's not every day you meet a living legend. Though, I thought Marie would be a little more… composed."
Ritsuka shrugged. "Sometimes people surprise you. Besides, if it boosts morale and helps Jeanne feel more at ease here, it's probably a good thing."
Morgan, who had been observing from a short distance, smirked. "It's not surprising. Marie's optimism has a way of cutting through the bleakness. It may even be exactly what Jeanne needs to gather her strength."
Mash smiled softly. "Marie really does have a special way of brightening the atmosphere. With Jeanne's spirit, maybe she'll start believing more in herself as the Saint we all know she is."
As they watched the two converse, Jeanne's nervousness began to ease under Marie's supportive and friendly encouragement. It was clear that Marie's admiration was genuine, and the connection between the two Saints seemed to grow with each passing moment. Jeanne's earlier hesitation seemed to melt away as she engaged with Marie, laughing softly.
Kama leaned closer to Ritsuka, smirking. "Still, that doesn't mean we get to relax. Who knows what other twisted surprises are lurking here."
Ritsuka nodded, his expression turning serious. "True. The more we learn about this Singularity, the clearer it becomes that things are far from normal. Let's stay alert."
The group continued watching over the town, waiting for Marie and Jeanne to finish their talk and ready themselves for the next challenge.
Ritsuka then notice his Chaldea watched, he tapped as he saw Dr Romani. "Hi there Dr Romani"
Dr Romani looked at him. "So any update"
One update later
Dr Romani looked at him. "I see, any theory in this Jalter that we have decided to call her".
Ritsuka rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Well, she's definitely not a normal manifestation of Jeanne. From what we've seen, she's filled with this intense rage and darkness that Jeanne herself claims she's never felt. It's like she's Jeanne, but twisted into something… vengeful."
Dr. Romani frowned, adjusting his glasses. "That fits with what we'd expect from an Alter, but Alters are usually based on some strong emotion or regret. Jeanne's history doesn't suggest she harbored any of those feelings, not even in her final moments."
Mash chimed in. "If Jeanne didn't have any resentment or hatred in her heart, then maybe this Jalter is a manifestation created by outside forces. Like someone weaponized a darker version of Jeanne."
Ritsuka nodded. "That's what I was thinking too. It's almost as if her anger was… implanted. Could be the work of a corrupted Grail or even some influence within the Singularity itself."
Romani looked thoughtful for a moment. "That makes sense. The Holy Grail can manifest desires and intentions, even if they aren't natural to the Heroic Spirit in question. If there's enough power fueling this Singularity, it could've forced this dark aspect to life."
Kama tilted her head, looking intrigued. "So, an artificial dark saint created by someone else's will? That's almost poetic, in a twisted way."
Ritsuka sighed. "Whatever she is, she's powerful—and dangerous. We'll have to find a way to handle her if we're going to restore this place."
Romani nodded on the screen, his expression serious. "Agreed. Be careful, everyone. The power behind this Singularity could be more dangerous than we realize. I'll keep researching from here to find anything that could give us an edge. Stay safe."
Kama then spoke. "How are Alter even made"
Medusa then answer. "As someone who was once an alter, it happens when a servant is Curropted by the grail Mud, the Grail Mud is like the darkness and negatives and sins of Humanity".
Ritsuka nodded as he listened to Medusa's explanation, fascinated by the idea. "So, the Grail Mud actually pulls out the worst aspects of a Heroic Spirit?"
Medusa glanced at him, her eyes serious. "Yes. It forces the Heroic Spirit to confront and embody the darker parts of themselves. Even if a Heroic Spirit doesn't have those feelings naturally, the Grail Mud drags them to the surface, twisting them into something unnatural. I was… different when I was corrupted, like a version of myself consumed by wrath."
Kama added thoughtfully, "The Grail Mud isn't just an amplifier of darkness. It's almost like a poison. It doesn't just make them angrier or vengeful; it forces them to become an entirely different aspect, based on human negativity. Alters are like a distorted mirror."
Mash seemed to shiver at the thought. "So, this Jalter we're dealing with… she's really just Jeanne twisted by the darkness of the Grail Mud. Her hatred and rage may not even be her own."
Jeanne's voice was somber as she added, "That would explain why I feel so disconnected from her. If she was made from all of humanity's resentment and despair, it's not something I could ever relate to. But still… if she's truly me, then I must take responsibility for her actions, no matter how dark."
Ritsuka put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We'll find a way to deal with her together, Jeanne. And maybe—just maybe—we can help her find peace, too."
The group stood in silence, contemplating the task ahead. This wasn't just a battle against a powerful enemy. It was a confrontation with the worst parts of humanity, and with the twisted reflection of a beloved saint.
As the group continued onward through the town, the lingering tension weighed on them. The battle with the wyverns had only been a taste of the challenges ahead, and the thought of facing Jalter—this twisted reflection of Jeanne—filled everyone with a sense of unease.
The streets were filled with the remnants of conflict: overturned carts, scattered belongings, and scorch marks along the walls from previous battles. They could hear distant cries, as townsfolk tried to salvage what they could in the aftermath. Ritsuka clenched his fists, feeling the weight of their mission. This Singularity was unlike any they had encountered before, and he knew they'd need every ounce of strength—and allies.
Jeanne spoke softly as they walked. "I remember the people of France… their hopes and prayers. It feels strange to see this land like this, caught in an unnatural war."
Marie placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We'll restore this place, Jeanne. And maybe, we'll even bring peace to… her."
Jeanne nodded, though her expression remained distant. It was clear that the idea of confronting her Alter self disturbed her deeply.
Suddenly, a figure appeared at the end of the street. Cloaked in shadows and draped in dark armor, her presence radiated a chilling aura. Jalter stood, her golden eyes gleaming with malice as she sized up the group.
"So," she sneered, "you've come to save the people of France, have you? How heroic."
Jeanne took a shaky breath and stepped forward. "Why are you doing this? These are innocent people, my people. They looked up to me, and now you're trying to destroy them. Why?"
Jalter's laughter echoed through the empty street, cold and mocking. "Innocent? Your people betrayed you, burned you alive, and watched as you died in agony. You call that innocence?"
Jeanne's face tightened, but she met Jalter's gaze steadily. "I forgave them. I never held hatred in my heart. What you're feeling isn't me. It's the Grail's corruption, feeding off human despair."
"Enough!" Jalter's anger flared, her hands igniting in dark flames. "I am who I am, and I reject your sanctimonious lies! If you really want to 'save' France, then let's see you try to save yourself first!"
With a roar, Jalter unleashed a torrent of flames toward the group. Ritsuka and Mash immediately leaped into action. "Mash, shield up!" Ritsuka shouted, as Mash raised her shield just in time to block the wave of fire.
Morgan and Kama positioned themselves, ready for battle. Morgan summoned a storm of magical energy, countering Jalter's flames, while Kama's arrows took aim at the darkened knight. Medusa darted forward, her chain in hand, seeking any opening in Jalter's defenses.
Ritsuka held back, assessing the situation. This fight wasn't just about overpowering Jalter; they needed to reach her somehow, to break through the hatred and despair the Grail had instilled in her. But he knew that talking alone wouldn't be enough—not until they'd weakened her.
As they continued their assault, Jeanne moved beside him. Her eyes were resolute. "I don't know if words will ever reach her," she said softly, "but I have to try."
"Then let's make sure you get the chance," Ritsuka replied, determination in his eyes. Together, they pushed forward, hoping to bring a sliver of light back into the heart of darkness.
To be continued
Jalter then looked at them. "Did you think I came alone"
As then a few wyvern fell down, on them was Gilles Da Rais, next to him was man he has yellow hair, light skin, he looked well dressed and almost novelty
[ Insert Image off Vald the 3rd here ]
Next to him was a Woman, he had hair was white has snow, white skin, weairng a mask that covers her eyes and was weairng a very revealing outfit
[ Insert Image of Carmilla ]
Morgan looked at Carmilla. "And Lanerc and Assassin"
Kama laughed. "Will Morgan this is embarrassing, let's show them power of Goddes, and the Lostbelt servant"
Vald looked at her. "Lostbelt Ser-"
He was cut by a punched by Morgan, as he was sent to a few walls.
As Vlad was sent crashing through the walls, a deep silence fell over the area before chaos erupted. The clash of powers and ideals was about to unfold on a grander scale.
Jalter smirked, unfazed by the sudden aggression. "I brought friends who share my hatred for this world, for its twisted hypocrisy." She glanced back at Gilles, Vlad, and Carmilla. "Together, we'll make sure France burns, along with anyone foolish enough to stand in our way."
Gilles, eyes wild and filled with fanatic devotion, raised his staff, summoning waves of darkness. "For our saint reborn in flames, I shall bring forth despair itself!"
Carmilla tilted her head, an amused smile curling her lips under the mask. "Oh, what delicious irony," she purred, her voice smooth as silk. "The saint they adored, now corrupted and fierce. And we, the villains, are her loyal followers. Quite the twist, don't you think?"
Ritsuka tightened his grip on his weapon, eyes darting between the enemies. "They're not just regular servants… they're completely twisted versions. Stay sharp!"
Kama shot him a confident grin. "Sharp? They're not even worth my attention." She released a barrage of energy arrows, each one glowing with divine power as they homed in on Gilles and Carmilla.
Morgan, still brimming with fury, directed her magic toward Vlad. "If you think your twisted loyalty means anything to her, you're a fool," she snarled. "The real Jeanne fights for her people, not against them."
Jalter's eyes flared with hatred, and with a wave of her hand, she summoned even more wyverns to rain down on them. "Save your speeches, witch. You'll be nothing but ash soon enough."
Medusa, stepping forward, let out a low growl, her chains ready. "Talk less, fight more."
As the battle escalated, each side unleashed their full power. Mash defended against Gilles' dark attacks, her shield radiant with energy as she protected the others from the overwhelming shadows. Kama and Morgan worked in unison, targeting Carmilla and Vlad, with Kama's divine arrows piercing through the darkness and Morgan's spells shattering any attempt at counterattack.
Despite the chaos, Ritsuka noticed Jeanne, standing still amidst the whirlwind of energy and attacks, her gaze fixed on Jalter. He could see the sadness in her eyes, a hint of desperation.
"Jeanne," he called out, rushing to her side. "Are you ready for this? We might not get another chance."
Jeanne nodded, her voice soft but determined. "I'm ready. If there's a chance to reach her, to save her from the darkness, I have to take it." She gripped her flag tightly and stepped forward, her presence unwavering.
As the others held off their opponents, Jeanne raised her voice, calling out over the battlefield. "Jalter! You don't have to do this. Whatever pain and anger you feel… I know it's not truly yours. It's the Grail, twisting you, poisoning your heart."
For a moment, Jalter's expression faltered, a flash of something unreadable passing over her face. But in an instant, her mask of hatred returned, and she spat back, "Save your pity, saint. This is who I am now, and no hollow words will change that."
Jeanne's face softened, undeterred. "If you believe that, then let me show you the true strength of our faith. Not through hatred, but through love and forgiveness."
With that, Jeanne's flag glowed with a radiant light, and she lifted it high. The energy surged, pushing back the darkness around them, illuminating the battlefield in a blinding display of hope. The light washed over everyone—Ritsuka, Mash, Morgan, Kama, and even the corrupted servants—filling them with a sense of peace, however brief.
Jalter recoiled, shielding her eyes from the brilliance. For a brief, fragile moment, the hatred seemed to waver. Ritsuka seized the chance, stepping forward.
"Jalter… you're not alone," he said, his voice steady. "We'll be here for you, no matter what."
The darkness flickered in Jalter's eyes, uncertainty creeping in. But the battle was far from over, and she gritted her teeth, summoning her flames once more. "Then prove it. Show me if your so-called light can withstand the fires of hell!"
And with that, the clash resumed—each side fighting with all they had, for not only their lives, but for the soul of the twisted saint before them.
As the battlefield erupted once more, Ritsuka took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. He could see Jalter's corrupted flames burning hotter than before, filling the air with oppressive heat. Her wyverns circled overhead, screeching as they swooped down toward the group, but Mash moved forward, shield at the ready, determined to protect everyone.
"Senpai!" Mash shouted, blocking a wave of dark flames. "We can do this—we just have to keep pushing!"
Kama summoned her clones, dispersing them to divide the enemies' attention. The clones danced around the battlefield, confusing the wyverns and Jalter's corrupted allies, giving everyone an opening to strike.
Morgan charged forward, her blade infused with holy energy as she targeted Vlad, who sneered at her with disdain. "A witch dares to fight me?" he mocked, summoning his lance. "You're out of your depth."
"Let's see who's out of their depth," Morgan replied coldly. She unleashed a torrent of light-infused strikes, each one shattering Vlad's defenses. With each blow, he stumbled back, realizing he had underestimated her.
Meanwhile, Medusa squared off with Carmilla. The Assassin's cold gaze was unflinching as she analyzed Medusa's every move, her masked face betraying no emotion. "You think you can best me, little monster?" Carmilla taunted, her whip snapping through the air.
Medusa smirked, coiling her chains. "I don't think—I know." She unleashed her chains with stunning precision, wrapping around Carmilla's whip and yanking her off balance. As Carmilla stumbled, Medusa moved in, striking with brutal force and pushing Carmilla back.
Nearby, Gilles was summoning a wave of dark tendrils, aiming to consume everyone in shadows. But before he could release it, Kama's divine arrows rained down upon him, each one filled with holy light. The arrows tore through the darkness, breaking Gilles' concentration as he howled in rage and frustration.
Jalter, noticing her allies faltering, clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with anger. She summoned her own dark flames, creating a massive inferno that spread across the battlefield, consuming everything in its path. "Enough games!" she screamed. "If you won't fall, then I'll burn this whole town to the ground with you in it!"
Ritsuka narrowed his eyes, feeling the searing heat. He raised his hand and summoned his own flame, the Arrow of the Hearth burning with a steady, determined glow. "If you want to burn everything down, you'll have to go through me, Jalter."
He released the arrow, aiming straight at her flames. The two forces collided mid-air, creating a blinding explosion of light and darkness. For a moment, it seemed evenly matched—but slowly, Ritsuka's flames began to push back, consuming Jalter's darkness inch by inch.
Seeing her struggle, Jeanne stepped forward, her voice calm yet resolute. "Jalter… this isn't who you truly are. Let us help you."
But Jalter snarled, her voice filled with bitterness. "Help me? You think you can save me? Don't make me laugh, 'saint.'"
Despite her defiance, Jeanne raised her flag once more, releasing another wave of holy light that enveloped the battlefield. This time, the light didn't just repel the darkness—it began to heal. The corrupted flames flickered, dimming under the purifying energy, and for a brief moment, Jalter's scowl softened.
Ritsuka saw his chance and called out, "Jalter, fight it! You don't have to let this darkness control you."
Jalter faltered, her eyes flickering between rage and confusion. Her grip on her weapon loosened slightly, as if the real Jeanne was starting to break through.
But Gilles, sensing the shift, stepped forward, shouting, "Jalter! Remember who we serve! You cannot let these fools sway you!"
Jalter's face twisted with pain, but she held her ground, shaking off Gilles' influence. "Stay out of this, Gilles," she hissed, her voice wavering.
Seeing her uncertainty, Ritsuka pressed on. "We're not here to fight you, Jalter. We're here to save you."
Ritsuka then activated Another one of his skills
[Skill Activated: The Holy Lance Rhongomynaid
- Effect: Allows Ritsuka to summon Morgan's weapon, a black demonic spear resembling a halberd with an Excalibur-like blade. This weapon can be used to perform holy spells and unleashes a smaller version of Rhongomynaid's destructive power]
Ritsuka and Jalter weapon meets, as they looked at eachother, as then something happened that no one expects they both tripped and land on eachother, but what happened was um something else, Ritsuka and Jalter lips met and will made out with eachother by accident
~Chu~❤️~Slurp~❤️~Chu~ ❤️~Slurp~❤️~Chu~
There lips moved as they just sat, Jalter face was beef read, she got on her dragon and told everyone to fly away and forget about this, as she and her allies flyed away, Ritsuka, Kama, Morgan, Mash, Medusa, Marie Mozart and Da Vinci just blinked
Ritsuka just smoked still feeling the taste in his lips. "What just happened"
The silence that settled after Jalter's sudden retreat was almost deafening. Everyone stared at Ritsuka, processing what they'd just witnessed, while he sat there, still dazed from the accidental kiss.
Kama was the first to snap out of it, smirking as she crossed her arms. "Well, well, Ritsuka," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Didn't expect you to be so... proactive with the enemy."
Ritsuka blinked, finally coming back to his senses. "W-wait, that wasn't... I didn't mean to—!" He stammered, his face turning as red as Jalter's had.
Marie clasped her hands over her mouth, holding back laughter. "Oh my, how romantic! A kiss in the middle of a battlefield! Truly, a tale for the ages," she said, clearly amused.
Mash, her cheeks a deep shade of pink, tried to remain professional but couldn't hold back a smile. "Senpai... that was definitely unexpected, but... it might have left an impression on Jalter."
Morgan, however, gave him a stern look. "Ritsuka, focus," she said, a slight edge to her voice. "We're in a dangerous singularity. Don't let your guard down just because of a... surprise encounter."
Da Vinci couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, lighten up, Morgan! Sometimes, the heart has a mind of its own." She leaned toward Ritsuka with a knowing grin. "And it seems like your 'heart' just shook up our enemies in a way we didn't expect!"
Mozart chuckled as well. "I'd call it a stroke of genius—weaponized romance, perhaps?"
Ritsuka rubbed the back of his neck, finally managing a small smile. "Well... I guess we'll see if that 'impression' helps us later," he said, glancing back at the horizon where Jalter and her allies had disappeared.
With a final sigh, he stood up, feeling both embarrassed and strangely hopeful. "Alright, team. Let's keep moving. We've got a singularity to resolve—and who knows what's next?"
Jeane then spoke. "I don't know how too feel about that"
Marie looked at him. "Aww are jealous they Ritsuka kissed your other self"
Jeane shook her head, clearly flustered. "I just… it's strange to think that another version of me would have such feelings, even if it was accidental. I don't know what it means for my legend or how it reflects on me."
Marie tilted her head, her playful demeanor fading into curiosity. "Do you think it's possible that this other you has some hidden feelings or desires? After all, every hero has their complexities, and perhaps she has her reasons for being here."
Ritsuka, trying to ease the tension, interjected. "It was just a slip—nothing more. I mean, we're all in a crazy situation. Emotions can run high when you're fighting for survival."
Kama, still smirking, added, "But it's fascinating, isn't it? The idea of different versions of ourselves interacting like this. What if Jalter's feelings are more than just a passing fancy? You know, maybe this will lead to something deeper?"
Jeane frowned, a mixture of contemplation and embarrassment on her face. "But if this Jalter—this evil version of me—has feelings for Ritsuka, what does that mean for me? Am I destined to fight against a twisted reflection of my own desires?"
Mash stepped forward, her expression serious. "We need to focus on stopping her. Whatever her motivations might be, our priority is to protect people from her influence. But that doesn't mean we can't understand her. Maybe knowing more about her can help us."
Da Vinci nodded in agreement, her analytical mind already spinning ideas. "Right. Understanding the dynamics at play could give us an advantage. After all, she's a reflection of you, Jeane. Perhaps if we can find a way to reach her, we can prevent a confrontation."
Morgan, who had been silently contemplating the situation, finally spoke up. "This is more than just about feelings. If the 'evil' Jalter exists, then her motivations and connections to Ritsuka may serve a purpose beyond mere conflict. We need to gather more intel."
Ritsuka felt the weight of their gazes and tried to reassure everyone. "We'll figure this out together. We've faced so much already, and if we can unite the light and the dark in this singularity, we can find a way to resolve this without violence."
Jeane nodded, her determination slowly returning. "Then let's move forward. I want to find out what's going on with this other me, and if there's a way to help her. No one should have to bear the burden of darkness alone."
With renewed purpose, the group set off toward the heart of the town, their mission clear. Ritsuka couldn't shake the feeling that their paths would cross with Jalter again soon, but he was determined to find a way to turn that encounter into an opportunity for understanding and redemption.
To be continued
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