Chapter 9

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He was falling, plummeting down into a void. All sensations robbed from him.

He couldn't see, nor could he hear, smell or touch anything. He just kept falling deeper.

Memoriew began passing through the young man, each one haunting him. His birth, family and even most recent accomplishments and treasured moments, each stained in red.

When he next opened his eyes, he was standing in a blank city, buildings climbing high into the sky, shrouded by grey clouds and illuminated by a bleak sun. He turned his head right, only to see no one beside him. He craned his neck left, and still, not a soul in sight. He pivoted and peered back, the endless path behind showed him nothing more. 

What is happening?

Where am I?

Is this my Stigmata space? 

Why is there no one here?

Detonating blasts quaked the facilities, alarms blaring and mechnical beings moved. Valkyries assembled and sent out to deploy. Portals formed and beasts fell upon the world once more. Schicksal HQ was caught between a war of three factions. 

All useless questions. None of them would be answered. 

He walked forward. Dragging his boots upon the ground. 

Eyes constantly moving from one place to another, ready for friend or foe alike. He had no weapons upon himself, but would need none. 

All would perish beneath his flames.

Cleaver of Shamash flickered and pulsed, the blade singeing the metallic surface as the tip carved a gash. Heavy footsteps staggering slowly toward the enemy. Honkai beasts were reduced to ashes whilst Mechas were sundered before the might of the Divine Key of Destruction. 

Shicksal loyal Valkyries stood behind him, afraid of being caught within the hellstorm of death that was the Knight, Soleil Kaslana, as he effortlessly tore down his enemies with no ounce of mercy. How could he offer mercy? When his will was stripped away and his conscious sunken to the depths of his soul. Fu Hua watched in disgust as the once proud Knight, brimming with life and vigour be twisted pervertedly by this image of soulless carnage. 

He never once considered the squadmates around him as potential casualties, as the purifying flames of the Divine Key raged onward with no hesitation. Honkai corruption, a none issue for the hypnotised Kaslana. 

His sensations began returning to him, ever so slowly. There was no smoke, yet he could smell the ash. There was no battle and yet the echoes of metal reverberated around him. There was no one around him, yet his body swayed and spun around his foes. His arms moved with no input. Legs shifting with no command. 

He was just a puppet on a string.

One dangling within the fingers of Otto Apocalypse.

Not a human. Not even a monster.

Just another pawn of the madman. 

A figure landed upon the airfield. Another target to eliminate. 

"So this is where you were hiding, Sol? I must say, I thought I taught you to keep better company." 

Murata Himeko. Subdued turqoise regarded the redheaded woman, clad in her Scarlet Fusion battelsuit, a mauve greatsword slung across her back. 

Hiimeko? Why was she here?

"Come on, where's the snippy student that I knew? Has he found a cute girl who's mellowed his temper? Or has he crawled into a hole to hide away in?" 

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