Archive Of Potentialities.

IDENTITY [[SS X TENSURA]]--- Chapter 2.

....Sunny waited for a moment, and he watched as death appeared before him.

The sight was enrapturing, holding him still with the terror it presented.

He was a Master, a mere Ascended. A battle against Corrupted —- a single rank above him —--- was harrowing enough. A life or death affair, more often than not.

Yet here he was, staring up at a score of Great Monsters. With the little time he had, he lamented. The stranger, Rimuru, was closest to the abominations, and would be the first to die. Sunny hadn't developed any strong feelings for the blue haired being , but watching someone die in front of his helpless self brought back memories, reopened wounds that had barely closed.

He felt something pulling at him, he turned, meeting Nephis' eyes. Those depths of grey that typically showed no emotion were alight with a desperation that Sunny was all too familiar with.

"We need to run, Sunny!" All of a sudden, Sunny was overcome with a rush of stimuli. In his shock, he had tuned out his other senses. He had unknowingly stopped, despite being the first to react.

He hissed, letting himself get dragged away by Nephis. Hopefully, they would be safe in one of the many cracks in the Great abomination's shell. Sunny didn't turn back as he ran, he didn't want to see the brutally mangled body of a person he had just been speaking to, he didn't want to watch more people die.

He had had enough of that.

As they ran, Sunny's Shadow Sense picked up on something moving towards them. It was fast and large....too large.

"Neph, wait!" Understanding the situation instantly, he pulled on Nephis, halting her just in time to avoid the appendage that crashed right in front of them.

It was a long thing, almost 30 meters. Dangerous looking spikes ran down its length, Sunny felt like he would be cut just from staring at them.

It was unmistakably the leg of one of the abominable butterflies, something had severed it.

Sunny and Nephis turned around, in the direction from where it had come flying. Rimuru was there, hand tapered to an edge.

The other abominations paused for a moment, but no amount of fear could curb the madness of a creature that had succumbed to madness. And so, they resumed their hunt.

Sunny was stifled. It felt like the world itself responded to that madness and was intent on delivering him into the monstrous pincers waiting to grind him to dust.

This was the Will of a Great abomination. Tyrannical, mad, hateful.

But Rimuru stood there, features set in a grim show of resolve.

He faced the madness head on.

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After I realized I had lost my memories, I had wondered how much of me was gone. What even was "me"?

I could not remember anything, so I could not possibly know how much of myself I had lost. There was only this chasm within me, an emptiness that told me: you are not complete.

Constantly, I've been diving into this chasm. It was a vague pit that wouldn't allow me to simply fall to its bottom, where my complete self surely slept.

It was as much a puzzle as it was an obstruction. I meandered, flailed, stumbled around with my hands in front of me, hoping against hope I would meet something that would fill the chasm with the faintest of light. That would return me to being "me".