Fosfor lines up her sight with Seren as she falls out of the mirror. She remembers her. The only abnormality two hundred years ago that walked out of the eye of the Moon of Nature alive. Only abnormality that climbed to the throne of Letter-Writer.

Fosfor sees a craving in Seren’s eyes as the scent of death expands as the hounds disappear. Her deep red-ish purple eyes open wide. Fosfor could see that firechasing , burning want in her eyes. And that begging…to be buried.

Suiming’s heart is pounding. Fear and excitement , a gambler’s way of dealing. He grabs Fosfor’s blade. The suffocating nothingness’s scent almost stopped his heart.

If not he has seen the face of an Unknown Existence , the scent of a Barricade would drive him crazy.

The shards of glasses scatter around the floor as Suiming swings Fosfor’s blade. Tip of the mirror-silver blade touches the same silver limbs. The ashes of silver flew away like cinder of burnt wood.

…

Zero second.

The engine roars as the fold spacetime closes , hounds flee as the scent of a Barricade lingers. The wind pours inside as the scenes outside blur. Lakes become as small as puddles. Forest afar nothing more than a bush. He inspects his wounds and looks to the Faust.

Suiming presses his hat deeper into his head, adjusting his monocle as the coins clash onto each other- a drum for his footsteps.

That use of his realm-arts was a gamble. But at least it worked out. The shards of glass slowly fade away , returning to the night.

Suiming stopped in front of the scholar edge of his hat almost touching the Faust’s eyes

Suiming threatens:

“You have one minute ,one minute to tell me everything.”

The Faust coughs out the silver ashes. His gray eyes are lifeless like a tombstone with no highlights , dim and gray. Even with no strength , the Faust still stands as if he conquered everything. His limbs are almost falling apart yet his eyes are dead-hooked at Suiming’s blood covered face. The Faust’s wounds are already dry. But now the Faust wants to see it. See how fast his heart can pump again.

The scent of death surrounds him like how they surrounded the blade in Suiming’s hand. Cold , lifeless and suffocating like the towering buildings of Havel. The blade falls onto the ground as Suiming’s hand releases itself.

“How did you summon a Barricade?” the Faust asks as he coughs in the gaps of words. Hand holding onto the wall. Trying his best to not fall.

“None of your damn business.”

“Don’t let Salvia publish her papers…you’ll regret it ,Sharded-Light. She did what you did-daring to challenge the unmovable.”

“And why is this train still driving?Shouldn’t they evacuate?”

“Excellent question…I don’t know either.” he says.

“Then why do you know the exact time? What are you , a paradox?”

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“All part of the Free-Shooter’s script.” the Faust answers as he laughs.

“Free-Shooter? Isn’t that a realm-arts?” Suiming thought to himself.

“And…I think…you’ll meet Mephisto and…a guest star-” he slowly says as if a worm is eating his words from the inside of his mouth,

He didn’t finish his sentence before he dropped dead. His face , frowning , as his inanimate body moves downwards. Even with the painful peaceless death , his face is still smiling. Unnaturally vomit-intriguing with his frown. Somewhat similar to a child in a dream of meeting their idol yet also sinking in their own nightmare.

Another Fosfor -her copy- puts her hand onto the already hardened body. Grabbing something out as if she is ‘stealing’ his nose. Suiming looks at her and though:“Now? Are you serious?”

“Don’t look at me like that. I have rules.” the copy of Fosfor says as she looks back.

“Aren't you going to give him a R.I.P? I won’t force you , y’know.”

Suiming didn’t answer. Instead he takes a pen out of his waistcoat inner pocket and puts it in the Faust's pocket. Gentle and fingers loose. It is not the first time Suiming had farewelled an enemy from life. And he’s sure it won’t be the last.

“There is someone else you should worry about , Suiming.” she says with a smile. A smile that Suiming can’t tell the meaning behind.

“Not that Siyuenese guest star.” she adds as she walks into nothing.

…..

Fosfor’s mind is still foggy. Voices are coming to her like someone put a pillow on both of her ears. Like a curtain between her eyes and the world.

“Fosfor Luce Oakside! What in the Starseeker forsaken world are you doing!?” he says as he grabs her bloodstained white hood and pulls her away from Seren. The warm blood drips down from Fosfor’s cold hand. Even if Seren is an abnormality , the placement of her organs are almost identical to a human.

“...False Tyrant…” Fosfor says , almost to herself. Seren’s face didn’t even twitch. She looks at Fosfor with a slight smile and disappointment in her eyes. Her back slides down against the wall as it leaves a red trail of rust scent.

“A bit awkward…killed by a Barricade…gotta scrap that one from the list…” Seren says to herself. Her flesh coming onto each other the blood refluxes back into the wound as it closes. Only a hole in her clothes was left.

“Self healing is so annoying , am I right , Suiming?” Seren says as she looks to Suiming.

“You should go ,Barricade,” the Siyuenese man suddenly joined the conversation as he sprayed the burnt talisman ashes onto the blood puddle.

“Remember?Your friend is waiting for you,” he adds , “and our bet hasn’t ended.”

Fosfor sighs. She takes a look at the Siyuenese man and picks up her blade.

“Suiming , do you have money with you?” she asks.

Suiming drags out a small wallet from his inner pocket. The dangle of a few coins is louder than Fosfor expected. He opens the dusty blood-stained wallet and counts the coins inside.

“As expected…take this.” Fosfor says to herself as she hands a check with a lily and rosemary printed on it. Under it is another folded paper.

Suiming thanked her and put the check inside. He knows where it is from-Lilly’s Brotherhood. Fosfor saw how he hid her letter inside his hand as he closed the wallet.

She wanted to say something, but swallowed her words back. She knows that Nameless is waiting for her in Euth. They have so many words that they didn't have a chance to say , too many regrets and mysteries unsolved.

“Looks like I can’t cover it up anymore.” Seren says to Suiming. Slowly standing up and reaching for a paper in her bag.

Right as Suiming opens his mouth , a voice connects in his mind. In comms of S’o’F. A man’s deep , convincing voice like the voice of a turning book that says the story of old. A voice that pulls Suiming towards him closer to the far-away past.

“Sir Suiming…I think you might like surprises…” the voice said in Auderheimian.

“The sum of what we call Existences are constructed of same-”

“-You know what , too complicated! Noone will ever read this and think-” he yelled as Suiming imagined a man throwing a pile of paper into the air.

“Everything added together is equal to ‘him’.”