Zenkichi caught the smile on her lips, and for a second, it unsettled him. It was too easy—too genuine for what she had just said.
Then the words hit.
"The Fall."
His stomach dropped.
Zenkichi gulped. His brain worked fast, piecing things together, dredging up buried knowledge. The Fall. The Kirijo Group had records on it, old reports that compared the Dark Hour to "the Eternal Sleep" which had taken over their present current world. He had been to Tartarus. He’d fought in its halls here.
And Nyx—Nyx. The goddess of death, descending upon the earth for complete annihilation.
His mouth opened, then closed. His arms, previously crossed, fell to his sides. His entire stance shifted like he’d just been hit with a sledgehammer of realization.
And then, in pure, unfiltered Zenkichi fashion—
“What-?!”
The sheer volume of it echoed through the room. He coughs, tries to catch himself. Fails. He raises an index and blinks behind his impenetrable mask. "Ahem- I mean, sorry, what?! Wait, wait, wait, hold on—are you telling me you—"
But before he could get another word out—
“OH MY GOD, THAT’S SO COOL!”
Akane’s voice practically burst out of her, excitement overriding every other thought. Her glowing red optics whirred as she stepped forward, practically buzzing. “You were the one who stopped the Fall? The one that the Kirijo Group always talked about-?! That's amazing!
Unlike Zenkichi, who was still too stunned to function, Akane was already in full admiration mode. “That means you—what, went up against Nyx? The Nyx? And you won? That’s insane!”
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Then the words hit.
"The Fall."
His stomach dropped.
Zenkichi gulped. His brain worked fast, piecing things together, dredging up buried knowledge. The Fall. The Kirijo Group had records on it, old reports that compared the Dark Hour to "the Eternal Sleep" which had taken over their present current world. He had been to Tartarus. He’d fought in its halls here.
And Nyx—Nyx. The goddess of death, descending upon the earth for complete annihilation.
His mouth opened, then closed. His arms, previously crossed, fell to his sides. His entire stance shifted like he’d just been hit with a sledgehammer of realization.
And then, in pure, unfiltered Zenkichi fashion—
“What-?!”
The sheer volume of it echoed through the room. He coughs, tries to catch himself. Fails. He raises an index and blinks behind his impenetrable mask. "Ahem- I mean, sorry, what?! Wait, wait, wait, hold on—are you telling me you—"
“OH MY GOD, THAT’S SO COOL!”
Akane’s voice practically burst out of her, excitement overriding every other thought. Her glowing red optics whirred as she stepped forward, practically buzzing. “You were the one who stopped the Fall? The one that the Kirijo Group always talked about-?! That's amazing!
Unlike Zenkichi, who was still too stunned to function, Akane was already in full admiration mode. “That means you—what, went up against Nyx? The Nyx? And you won? That’s insane!”