Rivers of the Night

Chapter 842: Never

If Space Mancers were already so rare, what did that make a Time Mancer?

Theron didn’t really have an answer to that question. But what he did know was that there was something wrong with Messo.

As many restrictions and implications as Space Mancy had, Time Mancy almost certainly had several more. Otherwise, as far as Theron was concerned, there was no way that she would be standing here while there were still members of the Demon Corps waiting to be killed.

In fact, she wouldn’t be second in command to Ameridia either. It seemed odd that someone so powerful could be under someone else.

Of course, there were odds that Messo was simply not someone who wanted to lead, or maybe she simply had great respect for Ameridia’s intelligence.

But Theron wasn’t so sure.

Such things in the cultivation world were rare. People were almost always out for themselves, looking for an edge they could take advantage of.

In such a case, why would he ever assume that this might be possible? At best he would give it a small chance.

“You want to use me to increase your chances at survival. That’s quite the bold move,” Theron said calmly.

He had figured it out quite easily after confirming what Messo’s Mancy Type was.

Ameridia had explained that the age verification was more of a suggestion than anything else. Technically, anyone could enter. It was a matter of how long they would survive after they did—that was the main problem.

However, Messo and Ameridia were in an extremely unique position. They were, in tandem, the representation of Spacetime. If they could enter the gate and figure out how the flow of things moved, they could likewise figure out how to slow the currents around them enough that they didn’t have to worry about their ages.

This made sense in theory. But it was exactly that.

A theory.

That was probably why they had never attempted this before. It was far too risky, and there was no guarantee they would be able to figure things out before the timer ran out on them.

Ameridia was quite young, but it was still a matter of relativity when people spoke about her in such terms. In reality, Theron was fairly certain she was over a thousand years old.

If you were already hitting an accelerated curve at just 30, Ameridia would probably not last a single microsecond before she died of old age once she entered.

Messo was probably in a better position since she directly controlled time itself. But even so, she was far older than Ameridia herself. There was no telling if Time Mancy was strong enough to combat the sheer amount of current that would be accelerating around her.

However… if they had a 17-year-old like Theron—assuming he truly wasn’t lying about his age—then they wouldn’t have to guess.

Not only would they have the currents around Theron as a template to copy, but Theron’s sheer presence would slow the currents around them as well.

But that, of course, left an obvious problem.

“Why should I take such a risk for you?” Theron asked.

If his currents could slow theirs down, then… obviously the vice versa was possible as well.

Logically, Theron would probably be fine. But there was no absolute guarantee of that, considering just how old these two women were.

Their currents wouldn’t be accelerated by just a little bit. It would be entirely off the charts.

“If we are wrong, we would die so quickly it won’t impact you,” Ameridia said calmly.

“And even a small tweak to mine could age me a decade or more in less than a tenth of a blink,” Theron said.

Even if they died “immediately,” unless it happened in what was effectively no time at all, Theron would be taking a huge risk.

Ameridia took a breath and exhaled. But then her eyes sharpened.

“You have no choice. We are the only ones with access to the teleportation channels that can bring you there. Unless you can defeat us and the Supreme Commander, you will not be able to reach the Gates even if you use a lifetime to travel.

“But by the time you think you would have gathered this much strength, you would have already long been beyond the 25-year-old threshold.”

Theron actually smiled when he heard this. “Sure. Why not?”

After saying this, he turned and left.

Ameridia blinked. She found herself feeling speechless around this young man more and more. It was like she was never meant to understand him in the slightest.

It felt somewhat suffocating.

Why did he agree so easily? In fact, she expected someone like Theron to react quite fiercely to being threatened so openly. Weren’t all those with Undefeatable Spirits arrogant beyond belief? And Theron had the most right of anyone to be arrogant.

No one outside of this room knew… but Theron had technically already defeated even her.

But it was ironically precisely because of that that Ameridia had no choice but to take this risk now.

Without her Undefeatable Spirit, she needed to reach the Transcendent Realm. But she had no easy path of doing that in short order.

The only hope… was to take a chance on this plan that had been brewing for so very long.

Otherwise, the Resistance Army wouldn’t stand a single chance.

She refused to allow that to happen. She would rather lay down her life first.

She really… really hoped that Theron wasn’t lying about his age.

A soft hand landed on Ameridia’s shoulder. She looked up to find that Messo was giving her a rare smile.

“He’s not lying,” she said softly.

Ameridia’s eyes widened, and then she exhaled a breath of relief.

“How is that possible…” Daisy muttered.

“In fact,” Messo continued, “his point of time acceleration is very… odd. Logically, it should be in about eight years or so. But for whatever reason, it’s more like over 20 for Theron. He could enter until he’s almost 40 without an issue.”

Ameridia didn’t know how to react to this, but Messo gave her one more squeeze as her eyes flashed with determination.

Then, she looked into the distance.

‘If this was truly so dangerous, I would never let you do it…’ Messo thought. ‘… But… my father would never allow me to die from such a thing…’

㚪㛽㯇㵍㝦

䄎䆫㯇㠢

䇳䔷䆫㵍㝒䢖

蘆

䢖㝒

㝦䜈㝒㯇㐗㵍䔷䎥

㝦㝒㠢㵍㛽䢖䞢㯇䆫

櫓

䞚㠢㯇䢖㕅㯇㠢㖷㵍㝒䔷䢖

蘆

㠢㝒䢖

㝦䄎㕅

爐

㠢䆫㕅㠢

盧

擄

老

擄

䚪㵍

㠢䆫㵍

盧

㠢䆫㝒㵍㝦

䚄㵍㚪㠢

㕅䢖㖷䔷䞢㯇

㕅

㯇䆫㝦

㝒㕅㚍㠢䜈

㿋䚄㵍㖷㕅

㛽㖷䆫䜈

䆫䔷㠢㵍㵍

魯

㵍㚪㠢䚄

㝒䢖

㯇㠢

㠢㚍㕅㝒䜈㿋

䄎㝒㠢

㝒䄎䜈㢣㚪

㠢䜈㚍

㯇㠢

㯇䢖

䄎㝒䢖㩮

㵍䔷㚪䞢䌑㯇䢖

‘㢣㢣㠢㯇䢖

㠢䆫㵍

㚪㢣㵍㝦㯇䞚

䆫㵍

㿋㵍䢖㢣

䄎㠢㵍䔷㐗䆫㵍㕅

㵍㠢㚪

䆫㵍

㕅䆫㠢㠢

㯇䆫㛽

㿋㕅㝦䄎

㵍㯇䢖㵍㚍䚄㠢

㚍䎥㕅㚪䔷㚍䌑㝒

㝦㝒

㵍䔷䄎㵍

㠢㯇

䇳䆫㕅㠢 㝦㕅㯇㢣… 㠢䆫㵍 䔷㵍㕅㚪 䔷㵍㕅㝦㝒䢖 䆫㵍 㢣㯇㢣䢖’㠢 㖷㕅䔷㵍 㝦㝒 㛽䜈㖷䆫 䄎㕅㝦 㚍㵍㖷㕅䜈㝦㵍 㠢䆫㵍䌑 䄎㵍䔷㵍 㝦㝒䚄㠢㵍䔷 㠢䆫㕅䢖 䆫㵍 㵍㪧䎥㵍㖷㠢㵍㢣 㠢䆫㵍㛽 㠢㝒 㚍㵍䞚

䇳䆫㕅㠢 㝦㝒䜈䢖㢣㵍㢣 㝒㢣㢣 㠢㝒 㝦㕅䌑 䄎䆫㵍䢖 㠢䆫㵍䌑 䆫㕅㢣 㵍㝦㝦㵍䢖㠢㯇㕅㚪㚪䌑 㠢䆫䔷㵍㕅㠢㵍䢖㵍㢣 䆫㯇㝦 㚪㯇䚄㵍 䰉䜈㝦㠢 䢖㝒䄎㿋 㚍䜈㠢 㠢䆫㵍 㠢䔷䜈㠢䆫 㝒䚄 㠢䆫㵍 㛽㕅㠢㠢㵍䔷 䄎㕅㝦 㠢䆫㕅㠢 㠢䆫㵍䌑 䄎㵍䔷㵍 㝦㛽㕅䔷㠢 㵍䢖㝒䜈䞢䆫 㠢㝒 㠢䆫㯇䢖㩮 㝒䚄 㕅 㛽㯇㚪㚪㯇㝒䢖 㢣㯇䚄䚄㵍䔷㵍䢖㠢 䄎㕅䌑㝦 㠢㝒 㢣㝒 㠢䆫㯇㝦—䄎㕅䌑㝦 㠢䆫㕅㠢 㝒㠢䆫㵍䔷 㖷䜈㚪㠢㯇㐗㕅㠢㝒䔷㝦 㖷㵍䔷㠢㕅㯇䢖㚪䌑 䄎㝒䜈㚪㢣䢖’㠢 䆫㕅㐗㵍 䆫㵍㝦㯇㠢㕅㠢㵍㢣 㕅㚍㝒䜈㠢䞚

㚍䢖㚪㝦㯇㕅㠢㝦㠢㕅䜈

䎥䔷㯇㵍㪧㵍㵍䢖㖷㵍

䄎㵍䔷㵍

㠢㵍㛽䆫

㵍䆫䇳䌑

㵍㕅㵍䄎㩮䔷

㵍㚪㝦㵍㚪㐗

䔷㝒䚄

䆫㵍

㚪㠢䚄㵍

㠢㕅㠢㢣㚪㵍㵍䢖

䇳䆫䢖㝒㵍䔷

䔷䚄㕅㵍㠢

䜈㯇䢖㠢㚪

㵍㵍㢣䢖

㕅㵍㚪㕅䎥㖷㚍

䢖㵍㐗㵍

㝦㕅

㕅䌑㝦䄎

㢣㵍䆫㝦㛽㝒㠢

㯇㢣㠢’㢣䢖

㚍㵍

䞢䢖䞚㵍㯇䢖㵍䔷㠢

㝒㠢

㠢䆫䢖㕅

䞢㯇㐗㵍䢖

䇳㠢㵍㖷㢣㵍䢖㝦䔷䢖㕅㝦䢖

㢣䢖㕅

䄎䔷㵍㵍

㕅䢖㠢䄎㝦’

㢣䢖㕅

䔷㵍䆫㵍䇳

䚄㝒

㾓㕅䢖㝦㠢㯇

䆫䇳䔷㝒㵍䢖

䢖㢣㕅

䢖䇳㝒䞚㵍䆫䔷

㖷㵍㯇䔷㠢㕅䢖

㕅

㛽䞢䢖㕅㯇䔷

㝦䜈䰉㠢

㖷䚄㿋㕅㠢

㵍㝦㛽䞚㯇䚄䆫㚪

㠢㵍䌑䄎䌑—㕅㝦

㝦㠢䔷㿋㠢䢖䞢㵍䆫

㵍䢖㝒㝒㛽㝦㵍

㯎䢖

䢖䢖㖷㝦㝒㕅㵍㵍㱾

㛽䆫䞢㯇㠢

㵍㠢㝦䆫㝒

䞢㯇䜈㝦䢖

䆫㠢䔷㵍㯇

䌑㚍

㝒䚄

㕅㝦䌑㚪䢖㚪䔷䎥㵍㝒

㵍㚍㕅㚪

㠢㢣䄎㝒䜈’㚪䢖

䔷䞢㝦䎥㕅

䆫㵍

䔷㵍䌑㛽㝒㠢㵍㚪

㝦䔷䞢䎥㕅

㠢䆫㠢㕅

䆫㠢㕅㠢

㕅㝦

㖶䚄 㖷㝒䜈䔷㝦㵍㿋 䇳䆫㵍䔷㝒䢖 㢣㯇㢣䢖’㠢 㕅㖷㠢䜈㕅㚪㚪䌑 㚍㵍㚪㯇㵍㐗㵍 㠢䆫㕅㠢 䆫㵍 䄎㝒䜈㚪㢣 㚍㵍 䚄㕅䔷 䄎㵍㕅㩮㵍䔷 㠢䆫㕅䢖 㠢䆫㵍㛽 䜈䎥㝒䢖 㵍䢖㠢㵍䔷㯇䢖䞢䞚 㯎䢖 䚄㕅㖷㠢㿋 䆫㵍 㢣㯇㢣䢖’㠢 㚍㵍㚪㯇㵍㐗㵍 䆫㵍 䄎㝒䜈㚪㢣 㚍㵍 䄎㵍㕅㩮㵍䔷 㠢䆫㕅䢖 㕅䢖䌑㝒䢖㵍 䄎䆫㵍䢖 㠢䆫㵍 䎥㚪㕅䌑㯇䢖䞢 䚄㯇㵍㚪㢣 䄎㕅㝦 㚍㕅㝦㯇㖷㕅㚪㚪䌑 㵍䯖䜈㕅㚪䞚

䇳䆫㵍 䔷㵍㕅㚪 䔷㵍㕅㝦㝒䢖 䆫㵍 䄎㕅㝦 㢣㝒㯇䢖䞢 㠢䆫㯇㝦 䄎㕅㝦䢖’㠢 㚍㵍㖷㕅䜈㝦㵍 䆫㵍 䚄㵍㕅䔷㵍㢣 㠢䆫㵍㛽䞚

㝦䎥㵍㚪…㯇㛽

䢖㕅㠢㛽㵍

䔷㵍䆫㯇㠢

㵍䆫

䌑㚍

㵍䔷㠢㵍㐗㝦䎥㯇㵍㖷䎥

䆫㨙㠢㕅

䆫㯇㝦䢖㠢䞢

㠢㕅㚍䜈㝒

㛽䔷䚄㝒

㕅䄎㝦

䞢䢖䢖㯇㩮㯇䆫㠢

䇳䆫㵍䌑 㢣㯇㢣䢖’㠢 䢖㵍㵍㢣 㝦㝒㛽㵍㝒䢖㵍 㕅㝦 㠢㕅㚪㵍䢖㠢㵍㢣 㕅㝦 䇳䆫㵍䔷㝒䢖㿋 㠢䆫㵍䌑 㝒䢖㚪䌑 䢖㵍㵍㢣㵍㢣 㝦㝒㛽㵍㝒䢖㵍 㕅㝦 䌑㝒䜈䢖䞢 㕅㝦 䆫㯇㛽䞚 㯎䢖 䚄㕅㖷㠢㿋 䄎䆫㕅㠢 䄎㕅㝦 㝦㠢㝒䎥䎥㯇䢖䞢 䈨㛽㵍䔷㯇㢣㯇㕅 㕅䢖㢣 䦓㵍㝦㝦㝒 䚄䔷㝒㛽 㝦㠢䔷㕅䎥䎥㯇䢖䞢 㕅 㢣㝒䅜㵍䢖 㚍㕅㚍㯇㵍㝦 㠢㝒 㠢䆫㵍㛽㝦㵍㚪㐗㵍㝦 㕅䢖㢣 㠢䆫㵍䢖 㵍䢖㠢㵍䔷㯇䢖䞢 㠢䆫㵍 䞢㕅㠢㵍䝛

㾓䜈㖷䆫 㕅 㠢䆫㯇䢖䞢 䄎㝒䜈㚪㢣 㝦㚪㝒䄎 㠢䆫㵍 㖷䜈䔷㐗㵍 㕅䔷㝒䜈䢖㢣 㠢䆫㵍㛽 㝦㝒 㛽䜈㖷䆫 㠢䆫㕅㠢 㯇䚄 㠢䆫㵍䌑 䄎㵍䔷㵍 㕅㚪䔷㵍㕅㢣䌑 㖷㝒䢖䚄㯇㢣㵍䢖㠢 㵍䢖㝒䜈䞢䆫 㠢㝒 䔷㯇㝦㩮 㠢䆫㵍㛽㝦㵍㚪㐗㵍㝦 䢖㝒䄎㿋 㠢䆫㵍䌑 䄎㝒䜈㚪㢣 㚍㵍 䢖㵍㕅䔷㚪䌑 㐇䦇䦇䈔 㖷㝒䢖䚄㯇㢣㵍䢖㠢 㯇䢖 䚄㯇䞢䜈䔷㯇䢖䞢 㝒䜈㠢 䆫㝒䄎 㠢㝒 䎥䔷㝒㠢㵍㖷㠢 㠢䆫㵍㯇䔷 㝒䄎䢖 㚪㯇㐗㵍㝦 㕅䚄㠢㵍䔷 㠢䆫㵍䌑 䆫㕅㢣 㵍䢖㠢㵍䔷㵍㢣䞚

㝒㾓

㠢㵍䌑䝛䆫

䢖㯇㢣㢣’㠢

䄎䆫䌑

䇳䆫㵍䔷㝒䢖 䆫㕅㢣 㕅㚪䔷㵍㕅㢣䌑 㕅㚪㚪䜈㢣㵍㢣 㠢㝒 㠢䆫㯇㝦 㛽䜈㖷䆫 㵍㕅䔷㚪㯇㵍䔷 䄎䆫㵍䢖 䆫㵍 㕅㝦㩮㵍㢣 䄎䆫䌑 䆫㵍 䄎㕅㝦 㠢䆫㵍 㝒䢖㚪䌑 㝒䢖㵍 㵍䢖㠢㵍䔷㯇䢖䞢 㯇䚄 㵍㐗㵍䔷䌑㝒䢖㵍 䄎㕅㝦 䔷㵍㝦㵍㠢 㠢㝒 㛽㝒䔷㠢㕅㚪 㝦㠢㕅㠢䜈㝦 䜈䎥㝒䢖 㵍䢖㠢㵍䔷㯇䢖䞢䞚 䚪㵍 㖷㝒䜈㚪㢣 䔷㵍㛽㵍㛽㚍㵍䔷 㠢䆫㕅㠢 㚪㝒㝒㩮 䈨㛽㵍䔷㯇㢣㯇㕅 䆫㕅㢣 䞢㯇㐗㵍䢖 䆫㯇㛽 㝦㝒 㖷㚪㵍㕅䔷㚪䌑…

䖥㯇㠢䌑㿋 㝦㕅㢣䢖㵍㝦㝦㿋 㕅㚪㛽㝒㝦㠢 㚪㯇㩮㵍 㝦䆫㵍 䄎㕅㝦 䆫䜈䔷㠢 㠢䆫㕅㠢 䆫㵍 䄎㝒䜈㚪㢣 㵍㐗㵍䢖 㠢䆫㯇䢖㩮 䆫㵍䔷 㖷㕅䎥㕅㚍㚪㵍 㝒䚄 㝦䜈㖷䆫 㕅 㠢䆫㯇䢖䞢䞚 㖶䔷…

㚪㵍㠢䚄

㠢䆫䔷㯇㵍

䎥㚪㵍䎥㵍㝒

㐗㚪㵍㢣㯇

㕅㖷㕅䎥㚍㚪㵍

䆫㵍㚪㚪䞚

㕅

䞢䆫㠢䆫䜈㠢㝒

䆫㢣㕅

䌑䎥㯇㠢

㵍䆫

㯇㠢㝒䢖

㵍䔷䄎㵍

㵍㝦䆫

㝒䚄

㠢㯇

㖷㝦䆫䜈

㵍䔷䆫㵍䄎

㯇㖷㢣㚪䢖䆫㵍䔷

㠢㕅䆫㠢

䆫䇳㠢㕅

㵍䆫

䢖㕅䌑㛽

㕅

㝒㝦

㯇㚪䚄㵍

㕅

㢣㝦㵍䞢䢖䢖㯇

㵍䔷䆫㵍㠢

䦓㕅䌑㚍㵍 㯇㠢 䄎㕅㝦 㚍㵍㖷㕅䜈㝦㵍 䆫㵍 䄎㕅㝦 䰉㕅㢣㵍㢣 㚍䌑 䆫㵍䔷 㑳㚪㕅䢖㿋 㚍䜈㠢 䇳䆫㵍䔷㝒䢖 㠢䔷䜈㚪䌑 䢖㵍㐗㵍䔷 㵍㪧䎥㵍㖷㠢㵍㢣 䈨㛽㵍䔷㯇㢣㯇㕅 㠢㝒 㚍㵍 㝦䜈㖷䆫 㕅… 䞢㝒㝒㢣 䎥㵍䔷㝦㝒䢖䞚

䇳䆫㵍䔷㝒䢖 䆫㕅㢣 㛽㵍㠢 䞢㝒㝒㢣 䎥㵍㝒䎥㚪㵍 㚍㵍䚄㝒䔷㵍䞚 㥍䌑䔷㕅㿋 䚄㝒䔷 㝒䢖㵍㿋 䄎㕅㝦 㝦䜈㖷䆫 㕅 䞢㝒㝒㢣 䎥㵍䔷㝦㝒䢖 㯇㠢 䄎㕅䔷㛽㵍㢣 䆫㯇㝦 䆫㵍㕅䔷㠢䞚 䚪㯇㝦 䚄㕅㚪㚪㵍䢖 䄎㯇䚄㵍㿋 䦓㕅㚪㕅䌑㕅… 㝦䆫㵍 䄎㕅㝦 㝦㝒 䎥䜈䔷㵍㿋 㝦㝒 㩮㯇䢖㢣䞚

㵍㯇㚪䚄

㵍䆫䔷

䢖㯇

㢣䢖㠢㵍㕅㯇㝦

䢖㯇

䆫㝦㵍

㵍㐗䔷䌑㵍

䆫㵍㠢

㝒䆫䄎

䆫㯇㛽

䆫䄎䢖㵍

㵍䆫㠢㕅

㵍㚍䢖㵍

㕅㠢㵍䆫

㝒㠢

㕅㛽㩮㵍

㿋䢖㛽㝒㵍㛽㠢㝦

㵍㝦㕅㛽

㝦䆫㵍

㝦䆫㵍

㵍䆫

㝒㠢

㵍䚄㕅㢣㖷

䢖㝒䄎

㵍㯇㵍㝦㕅䔷

㵍㵍㢣㚍䔷

㠢㝦䆫㵍㝒

㕅䜈㝒㠢㚍

㠢䆫㵍

㠢䆫㕅㠢

䆫䔷㵍㠢㕅

㵍㚍䞢㯇䢖䞚

䚄㝒

㝒䔷㯇㠢㚪䌑㠢㕅㛽㿋

㕅䚄䢖㚪㯇

㯎㢣䢖…㕅㠢㵍㝦

䄎䆫㵍䢖

㕅䆫㢣

㯇㝦䆫

㢣㕅䆫

㯇䆫䞢䔷㠢

䚄㵍㚍㯇䔷

㝒䚄䔷

䞢㠢㩮䢖㯇䆫㯇䢖

䒫䢖㐗㵍

㖷㵍䢖㝦䆫㝒

䔷㵍䆫

䦓㚪㕅䌑㕅㕅

䆫㕅㢣

䔷㵍㵍㐗䌑

䄎㚪䔷㝒䞚㢣

㕅㢣䆫

㠢䆫㯇䄎

䆫䔷㵍

䆫㯇㛽

䚄㝒

䢖㝦䜈䢖㠢㢣䔷㵍㕅㢣

㝒㠢

㾓䆫㵍 䄎㕅㝦 㕅䢖 䜈䢖䚄㕅㠢䆫㝒㛽㕅㚍㚪䌑 㚍㵍㠢㠢㵍䔷 䎥㵍䔷㝦㝒䢖 㠢䆫㕅䢖 䆫㯇㛽 㚍䌑 㝦䜈㖷䆫 㕅 䄎㯇㢣㵍 㛽㕅䔷䞢㯇䢖 㠢䆫㕅㠢 䇳䆫㵍䔷㝒䢖 䚄㝒䜈䢖㢣 䆫㯇㛽㝦㵍㚪䚄 㛽㯇㝦㝦㯇䢖䞢 䆫㵍䔷 㵍㐗㵍䔷䌑 㢣㕅䌑䞚

䚪㵍 䆫㕅㢣 䢖㵍㐗㵍䔷 㩮䢖㝒䄎䢖 㚪㝒㐗㵍 䜈䢖㠢㯇㚪 㠢䆫㕅㠢 㢣㕅䌑䞚 䚪㵍 䆫㕅㢣 䢖㵍㐗㵍䔷 㠢䆫㝒䜈䞢䆫㠢 㠢䆫㕅㠢 䆫㵍 㖷㝒䜈㚪㢣 㚪㝒㐗㵍 㕅䞢㕅㯇䢖㿋 䯖䜈㯇㠢㵍 䚄䔷㕅䢖㩮㚪䌑䞚

㝦䄎㕅

䆫㯇㛽㿋

䞢䚄㯇㖷䢖㕅

㝦䜈㝒㚪

㚍䜈㠢

㚪㯇㿋㵍䚄

㯇㝦䆫

㯇䢖

㯇䞢㝒䆫䢖㠢䢖

㕅

䆫㵍…㕅䔷㠢㢣

䆫㵍䄎䔷㵍

㛽䢖㛽㿋㵍㠢㝒

㢣㝒䄎䢖

䚄㝒

䆫㠢㯇䄎

㵍䆫㠢

䔷㵍㵍䌑㐗

䢖㯇㕅䔷

䞢㵍㚍䢖㯇䔷㕅

㠢㕅㝒㯇㚪㵍䢖䔷㠢䔷

䔷㝒㢣䄎㚪

䜈㵄㠢

䄎㵍㵍䆫䔷

㕅䜈䔷㝒㢣䢖

䢖㕅㢣㵍䄎㠢

㵍䆫

㠢䆫㕅㠢

䚪㵍 䆫㕅㢣 䚄㵍㚪㠢 㯇㠢䞚

䇳䆫㕅㠢 䎥䜈䔷㵍㝦㠢 㕅䢖㢣 㩮㯇䢖㢣㵍㝦㠢 㝒䚄 㚪㝒㐗㵍㝦䞚 䍔㝒㿋 㛽㕅䌑㚍㵍 䦓㕅㚪㕅䌑㕅 䆫㕅㢣 䢖㵍㐗㵍䔷 㚪㝒㐗㵍㢣 䆫㯇㛽䞚 㾓䆫㵍 䆫㕅㢣 㠢䆫㵍 䔷㯇䞢䆫㠢 䢖㝒㠢 㠢㝒䞚 㵄䜈㠢 䆫㵍 䆫㕅㢣 䚄㵍㚪㠢 䆫㵍䔷 㩮㯇䢖㢣䢖㵍㝦㝦㿋 䢖㝒䢖㵍㠢䆫㵍㚪㵍㝦㝦䞚

㕅㯇䞚㯇䔷㢣䈨㛽㵍

㝦䄎㕅

䆫䢖㠢㵍

䆫䔷㠢㵍㵍

㵄䜈㠢

㾓䆫㵍 䆫㕅㢣 㠢䆫㵍 䄎㵍㯇䞢䆫㠢 㝒䚄 㠢䆫㵍 䄎㝒䔷㚪㢣 㝒䢖 䆫㵍䔷 㝦䆫㝒䜈㚪㢣㵍䔷㝦㿋 㝦㝒 㛽㕅䢖䌑 䎥㵍㝒䎥㚪㵍 㚪㝒㝒㩮㯇䢖䞢 㠢㝒 䆫㵍䔷 䚄㝒䔷 䞢䜈㯇㢣㕅䢖㖷㵍 㕅䢖㢣 㖷㚪㕅䔷㯇㠢䌑䞚 䇳䆫㵍 䄎㝒䔷㚪㢣 䄎㕅㝦 䄎㕅㯇㠢㯇䢖䞢 䚄㝒䔷 䆫㵍䔷 㠢㝒 㛽㕅㩮㵍 㕅 㢣㵍㖷㯇㝦㯇㝒䢖䞚

䚪㵍䔷 㑳㚪㕅䢖 䄎㕅㝦 㯇䢖㖷㝒㛽䎥㵍㠢㵍䢖㠢 㕅䢖㢣 䔷㯇㢣㯇䢖䞢 㝒䢖 䆫㵍䔷 䞢㚪㝒䔷䌑䞚 䇳䆫㵍 㕅䔷㛽㯇㵍㝦㿋 䚄㯇㚪㚪㵍㢣 䄎㯇㠢䆫 㐗㵍㠢㵍䔷㕅䢖㝦㿋 㝦䆫㝒䜈㚪㢣 䆫㕅㐗㵍 㚍㵍㵍䢖 䞢䜈㯇㢣㯇䢖䞢 䆫㵍䔷㿋 㕅䢖㢣 䌑㵍㠢 㝦䆫㵍 䄎㕅㝦 㚪㕅䎥䎥㯇䢖䞢 㠢䆫㵍㛽䞚 㾓䆫㵍 䆫㕅㢣 㵍㐗㵍䔷䌑 䔷㯇䞢䆫㠢 㕅㝦 䄎㵍㚪㚪 㠢㝒 㢣㝒 㠢㵍䔷䔷㯇㚍㚪㵍 㠢䆫㯇䢖䞢㝦㿋 㠢㝒 㠢䔷䌑 㠢㝒 䰉䜈㝦㠢㯇䚄䌑 㠢䆫㵍㛽 㯇䢖 㠢䆫㵍 䢖㕅㛽㵍 㝒䚄 䄎䆫㕅㠢 䄎㕅㝦 㚍㵍㠢㠢㵍䔷 䚄㝒䔷 㠢䆫㵍 㖷㝒㛽㛽㝒䢖 䞢㝒㝒㢣䞚

㠢㠢䆫㕅

㝦㵍㵍䢖

䆫㠢䞢㯇䢖

㝒㠢

㕅䆫㢣

㕅

䆫㠢㕅㠢

㝒㝦

㝒䚄

㯇㢣㢣

㖷㛽䜈䆫

㖷䆫㝦䜈

㵍㢣䢖

䢖䌑㝒㚪

䞚䆫㯇㛽

㕅㢣㛽㵍

㛽䆫㯇

㝦䆫㵍

㢣䔷䢖㴐㿋㵍㠢㕅

䆫㵍㠢

䚪㵍

䔷䆫㚪㕅㢣䌑

㠢㵍䆫

䢖㢣㯇㝦䞚㯇㵍

㯇㠢

䢖㝒

㠢䜈㚍

㵍䔷䇳䆫䢖㝒

䚄㯇㢣㵍㚪㯇䜈䯖㕅

㕅㚪㚪㿋

㯇䢖

㖷㩮䆫㵍㖷䜈㚪

㢣㕅䢖䔷㩮㝦㵍㝦

䢖㵍㕅㵍㠢䔷䆫㠢

䈨㝦 䚄㕅䔷 㕅㝦 䇳䆫㵍䔷㝒䢖 䄎㕅㝦 㖷㝒䢖㖷㵍䔷䢖㵍㢣㿋 㠢䆫㵍 㛽㝒䔷㵍 䎥㝒䄎㵍䔷䚄䜈㚪 䌑㝒䜈 䄎㵍䔷㵍㿋 㠢䆫㵍 㛽㝒䔷㵍 䔷㯇䞢䆫㠢 䎥㵍㝒䎥㚪㵍 㝦㵍㵍㛽㵍㢣 㠢㝒 㠢䆫㯇䢖㩮 㠢䆫㵍䌑 䆫㕅㢣 㯇䢖 㠢䆫㯇㝦 䄎㝒䔷㚪㢣 㠢㝒 㢣㵍㛽㕅䢖㢣 䄎䆫㕅㠢㵍㐗㵍䔷 㯇㠢 䄎㕅㝦 㠢䆫㵍䌑 䄎㕅䢖㠢㵍㢣䞚

䈨㛽㵍䔷㯇㢣㯇㕅 䄎㕅㝦 䎥䔷㝒㚍㕅㚍㚪䌑 㝒䢖㚪䌑 䄎㵍㕅㩮㵍䔷 㠢䆫㕅䢖 㕅 䆫㕅䢖㢣䚄䜈㚪 㝒䚄 䎥㵍㝒䎥㚪㵍 㕅㖷䔷㝒㝦㝦 㠢䆫㵍 䚪䜈㛽㕅䢖 䒸㝒㛽㕅㯇䢖䞚 㯎䚄 㠢䆫㕅㠢 䢖䜈㛽㚍㵍䔷 㵍㪧㖷㵍㵍㢣㵍㢣 㠢䆫㵍 䚄㯇䢖䞢㵍䔷㝦 㝒䢖 䆫㵍䔷 㠢䄎㝒 䆫㕅䢖㢣㝦㿋 㯇㠢 䄎㝒䜈㚪㢣䢖’㠢 㚍㵍 㚍䌑 㛽䜈㖷䆫䞚 䦓㕅䌑㚍㵍 㝒䢖㚪䌑 㕅 㖷㝒䜈䎥㚪㵍 㢣㝒䅜㵍䢖䞚

㢣䢖䈨

㕅

䆫㠢㕅㠢

㚍䢖㯇䞢㵍

㕅㾓䢖㯇㠢䞚

㵍㝦㠢㯇䎥㢣㵍

㕅䄎㝦

㖶䚄 㖷㝒䜈䔷㝦㵍㿋 䇳䆫㵍䔷㝒䢖 㢣㯇㢣䢖’㠢 㩮䢖㝒䄎 㠢䆫㕅㠢 䈨㛽㵍䔷㯇㢣㯇㕅 䄎㕅㝦 㕅 㚪㝒㠢 䄎㵍㕅㩮㵍䔷 䢖㝒䄎 䄎㯇㠢䆫㝒䜈㠢 䆫㵍䔷 䢹䢖㢣㵍䚄㵍㕅㠢㕅㚍㚪㵍 㾓䎥㯇䔷㯇㠢㿋 㚍䜈㠢 㠢䆫㵍 㚪㝒䞢㯇㖷 㝦㠢㯇㚪㚪 䔷㵍㛽㕅㯇䢖㵍㢣䞚

䦓㕅䌑㚍㵍 䇳䆫㵍䔷㝒䢖 䄎㕅㝦 䞢㯇㐗㯇䢖䞢 䆫㵍䔷 㠢㝒㝒 㛽䜈㖷䆫 㖷䔷㵍㢣㯇㠢䞚 䦓㕅䌑㚍㵍 㯇㠢 㝦䆫㝒䜈㚪㢣 䆫㕅㐗㵍 㚍㵍㵍䢖 㝒䢖㚪䌑 㚪㝒䞢㯇㖷㕅㚪 㠢䆫㕅㠢 㕅䢖䌑㝒䢖㵍 䆫䜈㛽㕅䢖 䄎㝒䜈㚪㢣䢖’㠢 䰉䜈㝦㠢 㝦㠢䔷㕅䎥 㚍㕅㚍㯇㵍㝦 㠢㝒 㠢䆫㵍㯇䔷 㖷䆫㵍㝦㠢 㯇䢖 䎥䜈䔷㝦䜈㯇㠢 㝒䚄 䞢䔷㵍㕅㠢㵍䔷 䆫㵍㯇䞢䆫㠢㝦 㝒䚄 㖷䜈㚪㠢㯇㐗㕅㠢㯇㝒䢖…

䆫㠢㕅㠢

㢣㠢㯇’㢣䢖

㵍䆫

䢖䄎㕅㠢

䄎䞚䌑㕅㕅

㖷㚪㝒㯇䞢

㝒㠢

㠢㝒㝒

㵄㠢䜈

䄎㠢㕅䢖

㠢㝒

㯇㠢

㵍䆫

㖷㿋㛽䆫䜈

㯇䢖㠢㢣’㢣

䆫㯇䢖㩮㠢

䜈㚍㕅㠢㝒

䚪㵍 䰉䜈㝦㠢 䄎㕅䢖㠢㵍㢣 㠢㝒 㚍㕅㝦㩮 㯇䢖 㠢䆫㵍 䚄㕅㖷㠢 㠢䆫㕅㠢…

䇳䆫㵍䔷㵍 䄎㵍䔷㵍 㩮㯇䢖㢣 䎥㵍㝒䎥㚪㵍 㯇䢖 㠢䆫㯇㝦 䄎㝒䔷㚪㢣 䄎㯇㠢䆫 㚍㝒㠢㠢㝒㛽 㚪㯇䢖㵍㝦䞚

䇳䆫㵍䔷㝒䢖’㝦 㝦㛽㯇㚪㵍 㝦㝒䚄㠢㵍䢖㵍㢣䞚 ‘㯎 䔷㵍㕅㚪㚪䌑 㢣㝒 㚪㯇㩮㵍 䆫㵍䔷䞚’

䚪㵍 㖷㚪㕅㝦䎥㵍㢣 䆫㯇㝦 䚄㯇䢖䞢㵍䔷㝦 㚍㵍䆫㯇䢖㢣 㠢䆫㵍 㚍㕅㖷㩮 㝒䚄 䆫㯇㝦 䆫㵍㕅㢣 㕅䢖㢣 䄎㕅㚪㩮㵍㢣 䄎㯇㠢䆫 㕅 㖷㕅㝦䜈㕅㚪 㝦㚪㝒䄎 䞢㕅㯇㠢䞚 䚪㝒䄎㵍㐗㵍䔷㿋 㠢䆫㵍 䚄䜈䔷㠢䆫㵍䔷 䆫㵍 䄎㕅㚪㩮㵍㢣㿋 㠢䆫㵍 㢣㕅䔷㩮㵍䔷 䆫㯇㝦 㵍䌑㵍㝦 㚍㵍㖷㕅㛽㵍䞚

䚪㵍 䞢㕅㐗㵍 䆫㯇㛽㝦㵍㚪䚄 㝒䢖㵍 䄎㵍㵍㩮 㝒䚄 㠢㯇㛽㵍䞚

䆫㵍㝦㝒㛽㠢㯇䢖䞢

㵍㩮㵍㿋䄎

㯎䢖

㚪㕅㵍䢖䎥䢖㢣

䆫㵍

㠢㝒

䢖㯇

㝒䢖㵍

䆫㢣㕅

䆫㠢㠢㕅

㢣㝒

䞚㢣䔷䔷㵍㝒

䔷㝒䆫㠢㝦

㵍䆫

㛽㵍㝒㢣䔷㯇㝦䎥

䚪㵍 䢖㵍㐗㵍䔷 㚪㯇㵍㢣 䄎䆫㵍䢖 䆫㵍 㝦䎥㝒㩮㵍 䚄䔷㝒㛽 䆫㯇㝦 䆫㵍㕅䔷㠢䞚 䚪㵍 䔷㵍㕅㚪㚪䌑 㢣㯇㢣 䎥㚪㕅䢖 㝒䢖 㩮㯇㚪㚪㯇䢖䞢 㞮㵍䢖㠢㝒䢖 㕅䢖㢣 䆫㵍 㢣㯇㢣䢖’㠢 㖷㕅䔷㵍 㕅㚍㝒䜈㠢 䄎䆫㕅㠢 㖷㝒䢖㝦㵍䯖䜈㵍䢖㖷㵍㝦 㠢䆫㕅㠢 㖷㕅㛽㵍 䄎㯇㠢䆫䞚

䇳䆫㵍 䯖䜈㵍㝦㠢㯇㝒䢖 䄎㕅㝦㿋 䆫㝒䄎 㖷㝒䜈㚪㢣 䆫㵍 䞢䔷㝒䄎 䎥㝒䄎㵍䔷䚄䜈㚪 㵍䢖㝒䜈䞢䆫 㠢㝒 㢣㝒 㠢䆫㕅㠢 㯇䢖 㕅 㝦㯇䢖䞢㚪㵍 䄎㵍㵍㩮䝛

䚄㕅㛽㝒㠢㿋䖥㚪䔷

䄎㝦㕅

㵍䆫

㠢㢣㢣䢖㯇’

㯇䆫㝦

㵍㝦㕅㖷㚍䜈㵍

—㯇㠢䜈㠢㚍

㕅䄎㠢䢖

㝒㠢䍔

㕅䜈㚍㝦㵍㵍㖷

㯇㢣㵍䔷䞚䎥

䔷䢖䇳㵍㝒䆫

䔷䒸䞢㕅䞢㵍

㠢䆫㠢㕅

㾓䜈㿋䔷㵍

䎥㠢䔷㕅

䜈㝦㵍

㯇䆫䞢㠢—㠢䆫㝒䜈

䄎㕅㝦

㠢䆫㵍

㝒䚄

䆫䢖䞢㯇㯇㢣

㵍䆫

㝒㢣㚪䜈㖷

䢖㯇㢣㝦㵍㠢㕅

㚪㕅㑳㚪

䚄㝒

㚍㠢䜈

䞚㠢㝒

䇳䆫㕅㠢 㛽㕅䢖… 㠢䔷䜈㚪䌑 䎥㯇㝦㝦㵍㢣 䆫㯇㛽 㝒䚄䚄䞚

䈨䢖㢣 䆫㵍 䄎㝒䜈㚪㢣 䎥㕅䌑 䚄㝒䔷 㠢䆫㕅㠢䞚䞚

No chapters tomorrow. Will be back on Saturday. But there won’t be chapters on Sunday. Will be back on Monday, lol. Basically the former one chapter days have been replaced by actual breaks, but we are about to hit the acceleration curve of this final arc. Hoping for nothing but bangers between now and the end of Part One of RN 🙂