“Did you see Vidar with that sword? I don’t think he can condense the energy to make it anymore smaller.” I said, and everyone looks at me.

“Santa, are you saying that his power is immeasurable so it is literally impossible to control a portion of it.” I look off at window seeing Reinhard and Gernibel looking less than pleased.

“If he achieves Vollversion, it may condense because it might take a new shape. But he’s a giant ticking time bomb if Vidar breaks down on a emotional and psychological level then we are kinda fucked. We don’t know what gives him his humanity so I guess we have to kill Vidar.”

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Everyone look at each other before they said in unison, “Shit. We’re going to die whenever.”

I nod at the concern until the other two come in making them concerned about seeing Keznpechi.

“Woah, did Vidar kick your polite asses and stretch it to maximum!” he said. It Min Fang scoffed at his comment.

“Stop it with the vulgar stuff, you fighting lover asswipe.” she says coldly, making him give her the puppy eyes, what is Vidar doing and where is he or more importantly, is he still alive? When Vidar got his Regalia, that blade howled something eldritch and terrifying like millions of souls screaming in agonizing pain and shouting a single word that crackled like lighting and cut out.

“The howls of the damned? Is that possible or maybe an extinct race?” I mutter silently. My gaze turns to Min Fang who is the only one who can hear that. She reluctantly nods about Vidar’s true nature.