This room laid in the deepest layer of the CCS, itself merely a visualization of the core.
The sky was endless, the sea deep and yet shallow, seemingly endless amounts of sotoba with names rammed into it as if there was ground underneath.
Kongō was here, because this was hers.
She stared at a group of four, showing no interest in the one heralding her name in glowing white.
Was she fully absorbed into her thoughts? Was she fully aware of her surroundings? It did not matter, because the steps belonging to the back suddenly touching hers couldn't have been heard anyway if their owner didn't wish for it.
Kongō didn't jolt, wasn't even fully surprised, merely noting that the umbrella she could see from the corner of her eyes was a different colour now.
"An unexpected ending, even for me", God stated, as if she would be getting an answer.
She wouldn't.
"They call you 'Kaminari' now, you know? To call a fleet, led by 'Vajra', 'Thunder'... is just another way of saying 'Kongō's Fleet'."
Kongō heaved up an arm to slide her numb fingertips across another sotoba standing close, the four-character name glowing purple and so similar to her own.
God looked at the silver haired ship, moving her head only the minimal amount needed to watch the caress: "suppressing the fire with your Klein Field was nice of you", then she looked forwards once more, before her silent voice broke the silence, "Well done, demon."
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AN: I never said it was gonna be a long epilogue, I just said we would be getting one (I think I said that, at least). So... yes! This is it! A bit later due to a visit from my old friend Hereditary Migraine, who took me out for one and a half days, but it is what it is.
I think I could have done a lot better, but also I'm kinda happy with it? We have a weird relationship to each other, this story and I.
Thank all of you for reading and hopefully liking my little story! See you again on the next story~
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Nimbus Child I: Games of War
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