Recently, the winds blowing from beyond Central Park have been sharp. Long ago, we made many promises to send the massive storm on its way, and since then, we've been doing our best to keep them. We thought this would be the best way to keep this world stable, balanced.
Lately, however, I've heard that strange things have been happening not too far away from where you are, Central Park. What was first conceived as harmless noise has grown into a storm powerful enough to throw this world off balance. This storm has spread many stories, the most noticeable of them all being the children that you took under your wing.
Whether you like it or not, your story has drawn people's attention. Many organizations are already using it as an excuse to make their move, to change whatever they reluctantly agreed upon in the past Meeting.
These are signs of yet another storm that's about to hit our world. I'd like to suggest that we hold another Meeting before more confusion arises. I'll gather the old participants as well as some new people who can aid us. It'll be our chance to quell this new storm and restore balance.
I have no intention of blaming you or the children under your care. Even so, there are so many unanswered questions that only you and that girl who stirred up Harlem can answer.
I'd like you to join the Meeting as the leader of the Circle Mages, along with her, preferably before the Beasts caged in East Harlem are let loose.
Then, I'll be happily waiting for you at the Stadium.
- Yours truly, Nihilistic Ron
He is a god, a savior, our religion.
As a messiah of this world, he will open a new era.
He can create anything and everything, and yet no one praises him.
Whatever he wishes will be realized through me.
I will stop the imminent adversity and even the storm that carried it.
When all this is over, I will stand on his left side and watch the beginning of a new era. I am ready to follow him on the long journey before him.
For the Dark Eyes.
The Master was right.
His words are the truth. They are redemption.
I will share what He gave me with those in pain. Their pain will be lessened through pain; their sadness will be harvested through sadness. It is only I, who have been saved first, who can save the poor souls of everyone else, who are still struggling in the pit of darkness, ever corrupting.
To save them, I decided to follow His words, and He wanted something greater. I had to give up my tongue, but it was all right. It was only part of the process to reach the truth.
Through His words, I have acquired great power.
I will continue to follow in the Master's footsteps, with his holy bible containing His words as my guiding light, through the brambles of pain and hardship awaiting ahead of me.
We've found yet another village.
I rush into their midst, tearing and destroying everything within my reach. Confused by my sudden move, they call for their leader. I quickly run at him, killing him in an instant. His blood splashes all over me, dripping down. To these villagers, I am the incarnation of a bloodthirsty ghost.
Having witnessed the horrific death of their leader, everyone else succumbs to their fear and stops fighting. The slaughter that follows is easy. One by one, I put them out of their misery. Agonizing screams fill the air, and blood soaks the ground.
While I enjoy the sight of my gruesome work, my men round up the remaining villagers and force them to kneel before me. The fear, anxiety, and resignation are clear in their eyes. Looking at them, I feel the rush of sadistic thrill.
I can't take this anymore. I want to taste it right now!
This is all my fault.
But it's not too late. I'll do whatever I can to make things right. I won't let anyone get in the way. Like the first time I took a spear in my hand, just so I could survive, like when I awakened to the power of the Battle Mage to protect everyone, I will rise again. This time, I'll do it for her.
It's not too late. It can't be.
I'm sorry, Pai. From now on, I'll protect you.
The dark clouds have covered the world, and countless people have been sacrificed.
A great many colleagues gave up and left. Some of them left to follow new ideals. Some others just couldn't handle the stress and uncertainty anymore.
But when we started, we all wanted the same thing. Those who left us have only forgotten it for now. One day, when we all are needed to achieve true peace, it will resurface from the depths of their minds, bringing them back to us.
Some might think I'm a fool. Some might point fingers and laugh at me. But no one can change what I believe. I will continue to walk this path until the time I've been waiting for comes.
So, great warrior Barca, walk with me as my friend.
Barca was a born warrior.
His superior physique and uncanny fighter's instincts always led him to victory. His name alone struck terror into his enemies and emboldened his allies. Other warriors would shout his name before battle in hopes that they could fight as bravely as their hero.
Barca was peerless, but he never let his guard down. He believed that one day, someone better than him would appear and bring him to his knees, so he trained every day to prepare for that confrontation. His mind and body grew stronger every day.
One day, he was training as hard as usual when he heard a voice from a different world. It carried the pure, unbridled passion of its speaker, and it moved Barca. He responded to its call and arrived in Pandemonium, a world filled with blood and strife. Its air was always ringing with screams and covered with dangerous alien beings that had flown from some other planets. Finally, he'd met stronger enemies through the voice that traveled across spacetime to reach him.
Feeling a rush of excitement coursing through his body, Barca held the hand that had reached out to him. It belonged to a summoner named Rhum. From now on, he would be Barca's most trusted comrade in battle.
"La, la, la... Hm, hm, hm..."
Ugh, Ikki's the best in the Ancient Library when it comes to yelling. When it comes to the little details, not so much. I'm always worried that she might end up inside the burning furnace. She's so tiny and fragile.
"We can't afford any mistakes at the Meeting this time."
Ikki's red eyes shift sideways as she thinks. She's so predictable! I know MK doesn't mean anything. Ikki's never been that big on the details.
"...It's none of your business!"
Young Summoners, remember: don't show any mercy to creatures that don't respond to your call, and never hesitate to sacrifice your creatures to acquire the joy of life.
Swing your Loop of Domination!
Rise, children who devoured the spirits of the elementals!
Scream and shout!
It was after everyone else fell asleep.
Razin had returned to Iris's room as if drawn by a magnet.
For whom does the Terra Cotta exist?
It's time for yet another Meeting, and now I'm in the same situation as Iris was back then. What should I do? Was Iris looking for answers, just like I am right now? Then...
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