~ Herta's Space Station, Herta's Office ~
Following the explosion, all got propelled backward from the sword Y/N had summoned to show Herta. As they staggered, the blade began to hover in mid-air, emanating the same eerie aura the dark knight had encountered earlier on the Astral Express, albeit with even greater intensity.
The Sword of Creation started communicating with them, repeatedly uttering the same enigmatic message it had spoken when it first became unstable.
"̶̡̡̢̖͚͎͓͎͖͙͇̙̳̱͖̽̊̅͒F̷̛̮̖͂̂͑̏́̈́͒̓́̉r̵̢̢̛͓̹͇̼̠̲̬̒̊̽͊͘͝ã̵̢̖͇̮͎̠͕̦̄͛ͅģ̴̨̺̰̲̥̖͇̙̙͈͎̞͌̓͂̆̿͌̈́́̔́̓͝ͅm̵̧̡̛̛̟̭̦̟͖̺̫̹̞̤̝̗̀̆̌̽̉̿́́̕͝͝ȩ̶̻̼̞̣̍̈́͊̑̏̆̚n̴̨̛̻̠͈̦͇̼̫̘̑̌̊͐͂̃͗̑͘t̶̨̘̗͉̘͙̤̭̙͇̼̜̪̙͋̃̃̆̕u̸̧̡̩͖̺̩̹̐͗̅͊͗̕͝m̶̩̼̱͖̯̏͊̇̐̂̒̓̊̉̋̚͠͝ ̸͉̠͇̱͓̞̣̥̹̯͈̬͉̟͙͋́̓̑̇͗͗͝͠ḏ̶͓̱͌̌̐̅̈́͋ͅe̴͇̼̫̬̗̫̎̀s̴̛̭͉̲̬̖̳͈̈́͂͊̈̿̑̉̚̚͝͝t̸̡͓͍̼̐̓̎̽̀͆͑̈̊ṛ̸͖̺̣̬̻̪̜̺̔͐̃͆̕ư̴̛̺̟̦̰̺̈́̂͒́̒̏͑̉͑̕͝͝c̷̨̨̨̟̖̭̯̼̮͓̳̬̭̦͙̓̅̃̕̕͝͝t̸̞̩̰̞̞͎̘̰͋͗̃̈́̄̍̒̋̀̑̌̒͛͝í̸̧̨͚̲̘̬̩̘͖̽̋͂͑͊̎̈́̆̔̂̓͜͠͠ͅo̴͙̯͎̤̥͉̻͕̜͚̣̺͉̎̾͒̽͂́̚͝ͅn̷̡̞͍̙̙͓̈́̎̍́̈́͊͒̉̽̎͊́͜͝i̴̢͙̣̳̹͓̠̼͕̺̼͚̳͗͂̾̂̉͜s̵̨͈̯̠̫̬͍̤̺̙̼͂̾̉̔͌́̀͒̈́͐̆̇̽͘͜ͅ ̵̼͒͆̔̈́͝ȩ̵͖̖̙̯̲͖̹̰̏̈̋͜͜ͅs̵̠̯̈́͛̐͐̊̆̽̑̑͑̈́͌̚͝t̷͔̳̘̞̋͆͑̎͑̑͌̉̔̃͘ ̶̧̙̭̬̝̹̭̞̍̄̎p̷̛̤̫͇̪͚̤͔͎̬̘͔̃̅͊̿̾͗̒̊̓͠͝ͅr̶̠̗̪̟̮͇̯͙͉͈̠̯͂ó̶̫̻̼̩̙̎̈́̀͐͐̍̉̀ṕ̴̭̦̀̈͒̊͛e̶̡͖͈͍̳͙̼͋̕͜.̷̪͇͓̤̙͎͔̜̠̪͙̩͎̂̋̏̈̓̉͌̄̾̈̆͌"̵̡̗͍͆̎̀̂͒̀̀̿͑̈́
An eerie ambiance descended upon the office, and the mysterious voice echoed from Y/N's sword. The knight rose to his feet, recuperating from the force that had thrown him back due to his weapon. He then turned his attention to his two companions.
The present condition of the other two individuals varied: Herta was lying on the ground, appearing unconscious due to the knockback, while Welt was regaining his composure and was situated farthest away from the group of three.
With no other options, the Emanator of Beauty made a desperate dash toward the Sword of Creation to contain its unstable power before it could potentially devastate the entire space station. Y/N persevered, each stride seeming to bear the crushing weight of a world upon him. Wrapped in his Crest of Flame, he sought to lessen the oppressive power upon him as he gradually bridged the distance between himself and the erratic blade.
With just a few steps remaining, the weapon was now within Y/N's grasp, his body still enshrouded in flames. Without hesitation, he seized the golden handle, engulfing it in his Crest of Flame.
Upon touching the blade, his flames began to spread across it. However, their fiery embrace was short-lived as the black and red aura emanating from the Sword of Creation overwhelmed the fire, eventually reaching Y/N's hand.
The knight felt a sensation reminiscent of his earlier vivid dream on the Astral Express. The immense power from the blade enveloped him, causing his mind to grow hazy and his senses to dull.
As Y/N's mind began to deteriorate and despair took hold of his heart, the flames that had previously enveloped him began to recede, recognizing the futility of stabilizing the blade. Instead, the Crest of Flame shifted its focus autonomously, sensing its owner's struggle for survival. It rushed to protect the most vital aspect of the knight's being: his spirit.
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May All the Beauty Be Blessed - Honkai Star Rail x Male Reader Fanfiction
ФанфикThe Nameless is a faction dedicated to the Aeon of Trailblaze, led by the late Akivili. Within this faction, there exists a small group known as the Astral Express Crew. They are responsible for operating the Astral Express, a unique train that enab...
