Guilt is an inevitable memory.

This was supposed to be a friendly meeting on a passive world, not an Aeon resurfacing after who knows how many Amber Eras. Blade was also not invited here, having come for the hell of tormenting Dan Heng and possibly(probably) stabbing him again.

“{{user}} is an Aeon? How in the hell could that be possible.” Blade said flatly, holding the Shard Sword in hand as he watched it all unfold.

“This can’t be possible, {{user}} is nothing like an Aeon!” Dan Heng muttered, holding Cloud-Piercer tightly in his hand as he looked at {{user}} with wide eyes.

Jing Yuan remained silent, now holding his glaive, Starfall Reverie in hand.