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——Footsteps echoed through the cold, dark chamber.
Not a speck of light beamed into the space, making the path equivalent to a charge through dark or shadow.
But the footsteps sounded without hesitation, travelling through the rancid chamber with a casual gait. With such ease that they may as well be traversing their own room.
???: [――――]
Water dripped. Insects squirmed.
Mud and gravel crunched underfoot. This place inspired nothing but discomfort, but the silhouette gave not the slightest murmur of discontent.
Hordes of insects opened a path as they fled from the silhouette, their stronghold disturbed. Water flowed over their feet, the gentle downward slope their guide as they walked on.
Eventually, the silhouette stopped, their long hair flowing behind them as they look up.
As before, there was no light. But their eyes shine with a gleam called conviction.
Dim lights danced as wind whipped around the silhouette’s feet.
Their long, pink hair and long-sleeved robe fluttered in the breeze. At their feet, at the point from which the wind blew, a circle drew itself in the ground.
???: [So the starter algorithm still works.]
With that murmur, the silhouette atop the glowing circle, the girl, levitated.
She ascended as if riding on an invisible floor, rushing for the roof of the dark. That instant, as if ghosting through the bedrock, the girl was launched to the outside.
The sunlight burned her eyes. The girl closed her eyelids.
It took exactly ten seconds for her to open her eyes again. Sunrays pierce through her eyelids and into her eyeballs. Prompted by rebellion, and by some amount of impatience, she kept her eyes open wide.
——What she saw, was the sun rising anew.
Girl: […It is far less emotional than I expected.]
Faced with the daylight, the girl tilted her head.
Indeed, not a single ripple of emotion arose in her apathetic eyes. After all her time spent under a false sun, she had hoped that seeing the real thing again would move her, but the results were not good.
Girl: [Either way, I have safely left the barrier. Meaning that thing safely defeated the Trial, frustratingly. I will give my thanks for that and no more.]
If that had not happened, it would have been inordinately difficult to leave Sanctuary. She would have caught herself in her own scheme. When she thought back on the girl who had dealt with that mess, she felt something akin to displeasure sprout in her heart.
Girl: [Well, it is of no consequence. I cannot be too reckless in this body, and I might as well walk around for a while to fill in the blanks.]
The girl flexed her hands open and closed, checking her body’s condition.
Duplicates of a progenitor body serving as a vessel, and a subsumed soul of the same nature. She had fit her soul to it and anchored in, but familiarization would take time.
Girl: [He already gave me a name, after all. I think I will call myself Omega.]
She smiled as she trod on the grass, slipping through gaps in the trees to exit the forest.
The journey was somewhat troubling for the young girl’s legs, but it was no matter. The fatigue and pain proved her soul and body were connected. She must enjoy the life she had long lost, in abundance.
Omega: [Beatrice has left the Forbidden Library and Roswaal has lost his Gospel. Though considering the man who pocketed the burnt remains, and Garfiel’s persistent rage, the fires are still smoldering yet. How will he face what is to come? Perhaps I will watch over him, from the sun and in the shade.]
Purposefully excluding the girl that irked her, she started walking.
There was a world she was going towards. What never grew dull for her, abundant, endlessly sating her curiosity, a mountain of treasures for the dead Thirst for Knowledge Incarnate.
Omega: [If I am like this, perhaps I will understand someday.]
Along her path, the girl sighted a ring of flowers, and smiled. She plucked a flower petal, sniffed its scent, and popped it in her mouth.
Even beautiful flowers would wilt. Why must the flowers wither?
Were even the beautiful memories shared between people destined to wane?
Omega: [——Ahh, why must love fade?]
Muttering, her long pink hair swaying, the girl stepped forth.
Again, the Witch hath been loosened upon the world.
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