I attacked with the dead in his soul
Sunny fused with Serpent, and was dazed for a split second. Being one with Saint had already been a strange enough feeling — however, becoming a sword was an entirely alien experience.
Fantasy · Guiltythree
So this dust is red... I always imagined it yellow
A stream of ruby dust flowed from the gruesome wound on her chest, painting the onyx armor red.
Fantasy · Guiltythree
So satisfying beating
Nephis had barely started to construct the Phrase, but it was already starting to Shape the world. The blade of the saber was chipped deeply and almost shattered, while Moonveil's bones almost snapped. The Queen's daughter reeled back with a stifled hiss, and looked at her opponent with a stunned expression.
Fantasy · Guiltythree
I suppose everyone has this ability, make predictions base on some facts
However, Lightslayer and her sisters had reached this Citadel first, and without an army. Gods only knew how they had managed that, but they had… was it because of the Beast lineage? Or something else entirely?
Fantasy · Guiltythree
🤣🤣🤣
"What did the cow..."
Fantasy · Entrail_JI
Sunny: Nephi is not what you think... I just wrapped myself around her body... Neph reises an eyebrow... I mean... that way I can feel her more intimately... No wait...😵💫☠️🤣🤣🤣
At the same time, the entire Citadel suddenly shook, and a deafening sound of splintering wood reached them from somewhere high above.
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Who is she?
'...I really do hold my grudges well.'
Fantasy · Entrail_JI
The great war of old?
Her calmness, her cold confidence, her pride. A hint of recognition she felt while facing Revel… because Revel was a Beast's spawn, and Saint had battled others of her kin in the great war of old.
Fantasy · Guiltythree
You are here also 😁 nice
"What did the cow..."
Fantasy · Entrail_JI
Descriptions....
…The difference between everything Sunny was familiar with and this adamant existence was so immense that his mind simply failed to fathom it. He wasn't even sure what part of him came from Serpent, and what part of him came from the sword. There were countless nuances he was failing to comprehend, countless layers of himself he could feel, but not understand.
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree