A bit of realism. Action. Adventure. Dark. Who knows.
Summary:
Cradle is alive. And Strand is an old Vanguard unconcerned with the oddity. They've been on Cradle for too long without any real answers and he's just one who's lost interest. However, when the Clockworks dungeons start to be predictable, he finds himself questioning the why and the how.
Table of Contents
Prologue: Post-rank Champion
Chapter 1: The Heating Grounds
Prologue: Post-rank Champion.
I... should stop holding onto my sword so tightly.
Jil whispers, "Hey, you made it!"
"Yeah."
Jil whispers, "Congrats on getting there! You're one of us!"
"Thanks."
### whispers, "One of us."
"What?"
Jil whispers, "A Vanguard! We'll open the core!"
He's too excited. More excited than me. "The core. Right." Even in this dark depth, I can see redness emanating from below. It doesn't seem all that special. But this is what HQ wants to see. I'm just riding in front.
Nine months later. There hasn't been any progress on the core at all. Vanguards and battle sprites are more plentiful than the energy we have left. I believe... that we're never getting off Cradle.
### whispers, "#####"
...All right. One more round of fsc.
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