A Dance With Death | Blade and Acheron HSR Fanfiction

4 - Nevermore

(Art by @honkaisr_ on Twitter)

Firefly and the Trailblazer stared out into Dream's Edge for a while, wondering what the deal was with the clashing blades just now. "W-wow. That flash just now was crazy, huh?"

The Trailblazer didn't seem impressed at all, whether out of arrogance or trying to look "cool" in front of their date. "Meh... I've swung my Bat with greater force with bigger damage done. These kids' imaginations coming to life can't compare to me!"

A sigh escaped Firefly's lips, knowing that the Trailblazer was clueless about the presence of a known Stellaron Hunter in the area. Firefly was thinking of a way to rush her farewell without looking suspicious, since her script was now closing in, but destiny intervened and bid farewell for her.

"Sorry, I have to meet back up with the Astral Express in reality."

"Oh, don't worry about it. I'm in need of some rest as well. I would've liked to bid farewell at the Golden Hour, b-but I'm afraid I have... to fulfill some obligations, promptly."

"Will I see you again?"

"Hopefully in reality, too. This has been fun, Trailblazer. Really sorry for having to cut this short."

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The Reverie was off-limits to guests due to it being sent to a sudden state of disrepair, but it was the place Blade needed to reach in order to fulfill his mission.

"Silver Wolf, how much longer?" The glaring irritation in his voice was amusing to the Wolf, who was responsible for hacking him a way in.

"You had so much time to call me and break in. Wasn't your plan to just break in early so you didn't have to bother me? Reaaaallyy cutting into my gaming time here."

"Silver Wolf, this isn't helping."

"Oh neat! There's a gold shooting star on my second monitor! Give me a second I need to check this out."

"Silver Wolf, I have 30 minutes..."

"Arlecchino. Come on. Arlecchino. Father come home."

Blade, feeling incredibly impatient at this point, decided to find another way to get in. "Silver Wolf, I am going to break into the Reverie. Go have fun with your games."

"Tenth one... Ok... YE- NOO! DEH-"

The call ended, and Blade approached the off-limits pathway that leads towards the Reverie.

Meanwhile, in Silver Wolf's room.

"Ok Blade. Send me your position- err... Just tell me the numbers you see on your phone when you click GPS. I'll tap you in. Hello? Blade?"

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"Hello? Blade?" Firefly was walking through the gloomy halls of the Reverie. No wonder this place was condemned by the Family. It really makes a person wonder how a Dreamscape could get into such despair.

"Firefly... Aren't you supposed to be Sam by now?"

"I'm still looking for 'the Songbird's corpse.' And you? Where are you now?" But this despair was something Firefly had to get used to. After all, she had to die in the Dreamscape to find out where the dead go. Where the dead go, the Legacy rests too.

"I'm finding my way in. Is this call further necessary?"

A sigh exited Firefly's mouth, despite wanting to stay in this form for longer, she knew time was drawing thin. "I suppose not."