Null had returned few hours earlier. Tired.
Pink Dragon needed lot of energy to heal. Still unconscious, but the seed had finished what it could. Seemed better but not fully healed. Beta described it like there was some kind of bundle of ropes around Pink's shattered soul. The seed couldn't really reconnect it properly—just forced the pieces together like broken rock and wrapped ropes around so it wouldn't fall apart again.
The Church lands visit was difficult. Everyone there armed and prepared heavily. Excited to fight each other, but also ready to turn those weapons on Null and the Twins the moment they appeared. The attacks started a literal civil war. Reformists took it as divine callout against corruption.
Null and the Twins just ran around. Avoided more armed and defended places. Focused on easy kills in old-school territories. Maximum volume, minimum resistance.
The Twins were still holding their heads occasionally. Ears hurt a bit. Some kind of strange sonic weapon mounted on an airship had gotten them. All healed by now—but the feeling lingered.
Null would've loved to try fighting those airships. But too much on the clock. Too much mess everywhere. Just ran when those showed up. And everyone there was more busy killing each other anyway.
She'd also heard there was some kind of natural disaster in the Empire. Or so the Empire announced. Destroyed a number of cities. Unlucky day for them.
And 22 had found strange things in the dragon hoard. Tracking beacons. Set to activate hundreds or thousands of years from now. Strange dragon security measures. They'd need to be very careful before taking anything out of the secure dome.
[Someone should give me a medal for all the effort I put into trying to avoid the Church civil war. Not that it worked. But I tried.]
Opening - Departure
Null had seen airships before. Distant shapes crossing the sky. Floating above Borderwatch during arrivals and departures. Large, yes. Impressive from afar.
But standing beside one?
Different. Completely different.
Lucky 32 dominated the facility's edge. Massive hull stretching far beyond comfortable perception. Like standing beside building that decided to float. Smooth metallic surface gleaming in morning sun. Multiple gondolas hanging beneath—passenger compartments, cargo holds, observation decks. Each gondola larger than most buildings she'd encountered.
The scale: wrong. Nothing should be this large and airborne. Physics shouldn't allow it. Magic made it possible but didn't make it less unsettling.
"It's huge," Void said quietly. Voice carrying genuine awe. Staring. Processing scale same as her.
Kira nodded. Professional satisfaction showing. Local pride. "Long-distance model. Two-deck passenger configuration. Upper deck: private suites. Lower deck: common seating. Capacity: approximately five hundred passengers plus crew."
She gestured at the ship. Explaining. Educational mode. "These started flying just few months ago. Direct Borderwatch-Central route. Weekly service. City's grown enough to justify dedicated long-distance vessels now. Before this: had to take multiple connections. Days of delays. Much more expensive overall."
Pause. Calculations visible in her expression. "During my adventuring days, I could never have afforded upper deck. Even lower deck seating would've been... difficult. And that was for shorter routes with smaller ships. This?" She shook her head. "Impossible."
The Twins bounded forward. No hesitation. No intimidation by scale. Just: excitement.
"We've flown on these before! When Master Ealdred takes us places! They're fun but slow!"
22 walked calmly. Expression neutral. Had seen it all before. Centuries of travel. This was just: transportation. Functional. Unremarkable despite impressive size.
But Null noticed: even 22 glanced up at the hull. Brief assessment. Measuring. Comparing to past experiences.
Through the seed network, Spy's voice came. Observing through Null's senses. Impressed despite himself.
?Okay, that's bigger than I expected. How do they even keep something this massive flying??
?Magic,? Null thought back. ?Obviously magic. Still impressive though.?
?Very impressive. Engineering and magic combined. This world has some things figured out.?
They approached the boarding ramp. Officials checking tickets. Verifying identities. Standard procedures but scaled appropriately for vessel this size.
Kira handled everything. Smooth. Professional. Papers in order. Tickets presented. Group authorization confirmed.
The official noted something. "Adventure Guild certification?" Reading the Twins' documentation. "Combat-capable passengers receive substantial discount. You're registered as—" pause, checking, expression shifting to surprise "—S-rank equivalent?"
"Yes!" the Twins chirped together. Proud. Happy.
The official made careful note. Adjusted pricing. Substantial reduction applied. More than he'd initially calculated based on rank.
Kira accepted the revised total. The tickets had been prepaid—forward planning as always. But the official hadn't calculated the Twins' discount into the advance payment. She handled the adjustment. Credit issued for future travel. Transaction complete.
Through the seed network, Kira sent to no one in particular. Just... observation. ?These kinds of discounts really only apply to S-rank adventurers or those with air combat certifications. Mages mostly. During my adventuring days, I never qualified. Never even came close.?
She paused. Understanding clicking. ?But now I get what Bunny was joking about. That trip Nora and Black Wings took to the Kingdom and back—first class tickets. Bunny mentioned it ended up quite reasonably priced. I thought she was exaggerating. But with six S-rank combatants traveling together?? Brief calculation. ?The discount would've been massive. Almost pays for itself in security value alone.?
They boarded. Up the ramp. Into the massive vessel. Scale becoming more apparent inside. Corridors wide enough for crowds. Ceilings high. Space not wasted but not cramped. Designed for hundreds to move comfortably simultaneously.
Null processed. Learning. Understanding.
This is what wealth and organization creates. Not just individual power. Collective capability. Systems operating at scale impossible for individuals.
Important lesson. Filed away. Growing understanding of how this world actually functions beyond personal combat.
The Suite
Upper deck. Luxury corridor. Carpet. Polished wood paneling. Soft lighting.
Their suite: expansive. Multiple rooms. Sitting area with plush furniture. Separate sleeping quarters with proper beds. Private bathroom. Observation windows spanning entire outer wall.
Null moved to the windows immediately. Staring out. Watching ground crew prepare for departure.
Void settled onto the couch. Testing. Comfortable. Quality craftsmanship. "This is... very nice."
"Expensive," Kira said flatly. Standing. Professional posture. "But necessary. Can't arrive at Central festival looking like we took cheap transport. Appearances matter for negotiations."
22 examined the room. Clinical assessment. "Acceptable accommodations. I've stayed in worse. Also much better. This falls somewhere middle-range for archmage-level travel."
Through the seed network, Spy's voice came. Amused. Observing through Null's senses.
?This is fancy. Never thought we'd be taking luxury airship travel when we first arrived.?
?It's just transportation,? Null thought back. ?Gets us to Central. That's what matters.?
?Sure, Host. Keep telling yourself you're not enjoying the fancy room.?
She ignored him. Focused on the window. On the activity below.
Departure
A chime sounded throughout the ship. Magical broadcast. Voice carrying everywhere simultaneously.
"Welcome aboard Lucky 32. This is your captain speaking. We are preparing for departure on our direct route from Borderwatch to Central. Estimated travel time: two and a half days. We'll be cruising at high altitude—above cloud layer when possible—to minimize monster encounters."
Pause. Professional tone continuing.
"Passengers with certified combat capabilities: please note that crew will contact you if assistance becomes necessary. We have Adventure Guild certified personnel aboard, and appreciate your presence for additional security."
Another pause.
"Departure in five minutes. Please remain seated or secure until we reach cruising altitude. Thank you for choosing Republic Transport Guild services."
The broadcast ended.
Null felt the ship begin to move. Subtle at first. Gentle lifting. Smooth ascent.
Through the windows: ground falling away. Buildings shrinking. Borderwatch spreading out below them in full view.
Their establishment visible. Construction still ongoing. Massive scale obvious from this height. The desert beyond stretching endlessly.
Higher. Higher. Clouds approaching.
Then: through them. Into brilliant blue sky above. Sunlight unfiltered. Endless white carpet below.
Void stood beside her at the window. Watching. Silent appreciation.
"I've never seen this before," he said quietly. "Two hundred years enslaved. Never traveled like this. Never saw the world from above."
Null glanced at him. Reading emotion. Wonder. Genuine amazement. Simple joy at new experience.
"It's nice," she said. Simple. Honest. "Master should enjoy this. We have time. No immediate crisis. Just: travel."
He smiled. Small but real. "You're right. Thank you, Mistress."
Behind them, the Twins were already exploring. Opening doors. Checking rooms. Bouncing around in fox form.
"Big sis! There's a bath! Actual bath on airship!"
Kira settled into a chair. Pulled documents. Work continuing even during travel.
22 claimed a corner. Staff leaning against wall. Meditation posture. Not sleeping—just: existing quietly.
The journey began.
First Day - High Altitude
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[Time Skip: ~6 hours into flight]
Null had discovered something: she liked watching clouds.
Strange realization. Unnecessary observation. But: true.
The way they moved. Shifted. Changed shape constantly. The patterns. The textures. The endless variety.
She'd been standing at the window for hours. Just: watching. Processing. Finding it... peaceful somehow.
Spy's voice came through. Gentle. Curious.
?What are you thinking about??
?Clouds,? Null thought back. ?They're interesting. Always different. Always moving. Never the same twice.?
?You're developing aesthetic appreciation. That's... actually really nice, Host. Growth.?
?Maybe.?
Void had spent time reading. Books from his item storage. Then napping. Then eating meals delivered by ship staff. Normal passenger activities.
The Twins played board games with each other. Losing to themselves somehow. Laughing about it.
Kira worked. Always working. Papers. Calculations. Preparations for Central negotiations.
22 meditated. Occasionally opening eyes to observe. Then closing again. Conserving energy. Existing efficiently.
Time passed peacefully.
[Time Skip: ~6 hours into flight]
Then—a change.
Null noticed it first. Through the window. Land below visible during brief gap in clouds.
Different. Greener. More forests. More rivers. Less desert. Less emptiness.
The ship began descending slightly. Not landing—just: lower altitude. Approaching something.
Another broadcast: "Attention passengers. We are approaching Riverton Station. We'll be holding position for approximately six hours while convoy forms. This is standard procedure for inner Republic transit. Thank you for your patience."
Kira looked up. Professional interest. "Riverton. Inner regions begin here. Flight-capable monsters become numerous. Need escorts from this point forward."
The Twins perked up. Excited.
"Escorts? Warships? We might get to fight?"
"Probably not," 22 said without opening her eyes. "Republic Transport Guild escorts are extremely effective. They handle threats before passengers notice usually."
"Aww."
The ship slowed. Stopped. Hovering. Maintaining position through magic and mechanical systems.
Through the window: a city below. Larger than Borderwatch. Sprawling. Industrial sections visible. Airship docks everywhere.
And above: dozens of airships. Holding position. Waiting. Some arriving. Some departing. Some just: floating. Patient.
"They're forming convoy," Kira explained. Educational tone. "Twenty ships roughly. Plus military escorts. Strength in numbers. Warships provide fire support. Shields if needed. Standard inner Republic procedure."
Void moved to the window. Observing. "How dangerous is it? Really?"
"Very," 22 answered. Opening eyes now. Serious. "Inner Republic has highest concentration of flight-capable monsters on continent. Wyverns. Drakes. Harpies. Storm elementals. Others. Airships traveling alone wouldn't survive. Convoys with military escort: acceptable risk. Still occasional losses, but manageable."
Kira added, matter-of-fact. "Though losses are extremely rare. Last known combat loss in protected convoy was nearly three decades ago. Made big news at the time. Ship got one-shot by SS-rank ground monster—and even then it only happened because the convoy flew too low. Ended up within fire range from below. Procedural failure. Changed protocols continent-wide after that."
She paused. "Since then? Zero losses. The system works."
22 stood. Stretched. Moved to the window, gesturing for Null to join her.
"Watch the escorts when they arrive," she said. Clinical tone. Teaching tone. "Master Ealdred asked me to make sure you don't do anything stupid when we reach Central. So observe carefully. See what Syndicate resources actually mean."
She looked at Null directly. Pointed. "These warships? This protection? This organized force? You can't fight that. Not without catastrophic consequences. Not without making everything infinitely worse. The Central meeting requires negotiation. Money. Proper business. Not force."
Pause. Weight building. "Understand?"
Null nodded. [I know. Everyone's been lecturing me. Since literally every minute. Don't use force. Don't solve problems with violence. Don't make it worse. I understand. I won't.]
Convoy Formation
[Time Skip: ~5 hours waiting]
The convoy assembled slowly. Ships arriving from various directions. Taking positions. Organizing into formation.
Lucky 32 somewhere middle. Protected position. Surrounded by other passenger vessels.
Then—the escorts arrived.
Six ships. Immediately obviously different. Smaller than passenger vessels but deadlier. Sleek hulls. Weapon emplacements visible. Magical shields shimmering faintly. Combat-ready. Professional. Dangerous.
They took positions: two forward, two aft, two flanking. Protective formation. Overlapping fields of fire. Coordinated defense.
[Better than the Church airships. More powerful. More organized. Those ones in Church lands had sonic weapons, but these look more comprehensive. More professional. Like comparing militia to proper military.]
22 watched them arrive. Expression shifting. Impressed. Actually impressed.
"Those are proper warships," she said quietly. Clinical assessment. Respect showing. "Military-grade. Anti-monster configuration. Probably cost more individually than entire passenger convoy combined."
Kira nodded. Local knowledge confirming. "Transport Guild maintains largest private military on continent. More warships than Empire, Kingdom, Church State, and Republic government navies combined."
Pause. Weight in that statement.
"Syndicate is... very powerful. People forget sometimes. They're passive mostly. Prefer peace. Prefer profit. But when they need force? They have it. Abundantly."
Null studied the warships. Analyzing. Combat assessment running.
Multiple ships. Coordinated fire. Magical shields. Professional crews. Unknown weapon capabilities.
[Important. Very important. Need to remember this.]
Through the network, Spy's voice: ?Those ships are impressive. Republic takes security seriously.?
?They have to,? 22 responded. ?Monsters here are apocalyptic. Constant threat. Either invest in defense or die. They chose investment.?
Another broadcast came: "Convoy formation complete. Now proceeding to Central. Estimated arrival: thirty hours. Military escort active. Relax and enjoy the journey."
The massive convoy began moving. Twenty civilian ships. Six warships. Coordinated flight. Professional execution.
The journey continued.
Day Two - Monster Territory
[~8 hours into convoy flight]
The first monsters appeared mid-morning. Distant. Flying shapes against clouds.
Alarms didn't sound. Warships simply: adjusted. Weapons tracking. Calculating trajectories.
When monsters approached within range—
BOOM.
Magical cannon fire. Brilliant streaks of energy. Precise. Devastating. Efficient.
Monsters: obliterated. Didn't get close. Didn't threaten. Just: eliminated.
The Twins pressed against windows. Watching. Excited but disappointed.
"Aww! We wanted to fight!"
"Too far," 22 observed. "Escorts maintain perimeter. Anything crossing that line gets destroyed. Passengers never engage unless escorts fail completely."
More monsters appeared throughout the day. Wyverns. Drakes. Things Null didn't have names for.
All destroyed or scared away. Efficiently. Professionally. Boringly.
The warships' weapons never stopped. Constant firing. Constant vigilance. Endless monster approaches. Endless eliminations.
Like watching fireworks. Pretty lights. Distant explosions. Entertainment without threat.
Null found herself... relaxed. Safe. Protected by systems she didn't fully understand but could respect.
This is what civilization looks like. Not her violence. Not personal power. Just: organized force. Coordinated defense. Professionals doing their jobs.
Strange feeling. Being protected instead of protecting. Being passenger instead of weapon.
She didn't dislike it.
[Afternoon]
Kira stood at window. Watching escort work. Professional assessment mode.
"Those warships are barely working," she said thoughtfully. "Maintaining heavy reserves. Sustainable firing rate. They could continue this for days if needed."
22 joined her. Expert observation. "Standard doctrine. Never commit fully unless necessary. Always maintain reserve capacity. Efficient. Professional. Boring but effective."
Pause. Then: slight smile. Rare for 22.
"I'm impressed. Most militaries exhaust themselves showing off. These crews are disciplined. Patient. Proper training showing."
The Twins bounced nearby. Still hoping for real fight. Still disappointed.
"Nothing's getting through! Escorts are too good!" They pressed foreheads against glass. Sad. "No play for us at all."
"That's the point," Void said gently. Reading by window. Comfortable. "We paid for safe travel. They're delivering exactly that."
Through the seed network, general conversation continued. Casual. Relaxed.
Canary and Flower: confined but stable. Waiting patiently. Trusting their Goddess would fix everything.
Kira: monitoring operations remotely. Everything stable. Opening preparations continuing on schedule.
Other maids: curious about journey. Asking questions. Living vicariously through travelers.
LOVER: factory work continuing. Coca production scaling. Trees thriving. Happy with simple existence.
The operation continued even while leadership traveled. Bunny was covering Kira's role at home. Other senior maids stepping up to fill gaps. Functional. Properly organized.
Good.
Convoy Evolution
The convoy changed constantly. Ships joining. Ships departing. Different destinations. Different routes.
They passed over cities. Some large. Some small. All defended. All connected by airship routes.
Escorts rotated. Fresh warships arriving. Exhausted ones departing. Maintaining constant protection through shift changes.
The coordination: impressive. The organization: continental scale. The resources: seemingly endless.
This is Syndicate power. Not flashy. Not dramatic. Just: functional. Overwhelming through sheer competence and resources.
Null understood something: fighting Syndicate wouldn't be single combat. Wouldn't be personal power against personal power.
Would be: her against systems. Against organization. Against endless resources applied efficiently.
Multiple ships. Coordinated fire. Magical shields. Professional crews. Unknown weapon capabilities.
Could she win? Uncertain. Maybe. If everything went perfectly. If she made no mistakes. If they made critical errors.
But one loss is all it takes. One lucky shot. One miscalculation. Game over.
And winning would require destroying multiple warships. Extended combat. Everyone else would be in extreme danger. Home probably destroyed. Unacceptable.
Things exist that could actually kill her. Not just challenge. Not just threaten. Actually end her.
Better not to fight Syndicate. Better to work with them. Better to integrate than oppose.
Smart people choose battles carefully. She was learning to be smart.
[Evening - Day Two]
Large monster swarm appeared. Hundreds. Coordinated. Intelligent strategy showing.
The escorts responded immediately. Formation tightening. Shields maximizing. Fire rate increasing.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—
Continuous firing. Multiple warships engaging. Overlapping fields. Coordinated targeting.
Monsters: destroyed. Dozens per minute. Hundreds over fifteen minutes. Eventually: all eliminated.
The Twins watched entire engagement. Mesmerized. Disappointed but impressed.
"They didn't need us at all"
"They never need passengers," Kira said. Matter-of-fact. "Discount for combat-capable travelers is insurance. Last resort. Rare activation. Professional crews handle everything normally."
22 nodded. Approval clear. "Good system. Effective implementation. Syndicate really is well-organized."
The convoy continued uninterrupted. Passengers barely noticed the battle. Just: continued activities. Trusting protection.
This is civilization. This is what organized society provides. Safety. Security. Protection without personal involvement.
Null filed the understanding away. Important. Valuable. Growth.
Day Three - Approach to Central
[Morning]
Land below changed again. More cities. Closer together. Denser. Wealthier looking even from altitude.
Central region approaching. Heart of Republic. Syndicate headquarters. Continental power center.
Then—the city appeared.
Central - First View
Null stared.
Couldn't help it. Couldn't maintain composure. Just: stared.
The city was... impossible.
Massive. Sprawling. Endless. Bigger than anything she'd imagined cities could be.
Medieval buildings mixed with magical architecture. Stone mixed with crystal. Traditional mixed with impossible. Sections floating. Sections underground. Sections folded through dimensional spaces—visible as shimmer-distortions.
And everywhere: magic. Visible magic. Holographic displays floating above streets. Massive screens showing news. Information. Entertainment. Magical lights. Moving walkways. Flying platforms. Enchantments layered so thickly the air itself glowed faintly.
?What... the... FUCK...?
Spy's voice: awed. Genuine shock. ?This is... this is more advanced than anything I've seen. More than Heaven's processing centers. This is actually incredible.?
22 stood beside her. Staring. Actually stunned.
"This is probably the greatest city I've ever seen," she said quietly. No clinical assessment. Just: genuine awe. "I've traveled extensively. Centuries of exploration. Multiple continents. And this... this exceeds everything."
Kira smiled. Local pride showing. "Central. Richest city in world. Syndicate money. Syndicate magic. Syndicate everything."
She pointed toward distant section. Barely visible through atmospheric haze.
"That far section—that's Republic government district. Official capitol. Where politicians pretend they matter."
Gesture toward everything else. The vast majority.
"Everything else? Syndicate. Banking Guild. Merchant Guild. Dwarven Union. Transport Guild. Adventure Guild. All of them. Headquarters. Main operations. Continental coordination."
Pause. Weight in her voice.
"This city has more wealth flowing through it daily than most kingdoms possess totally. This is where real power exists."
Void stared. Silent. Processing. Overwhelmed by scale.
The Twins pressed against windows. Excited. Awed. Bouncing slightly.
"SO BIG! SO PRETTY! SO MANY LIGHTS!"
The airship began descending. Approaching docking facilities.
Docking Complex
The facility: massive. Industrial. Organized chaos.
Docking towers reaching one to two kilometers into air. Dozens of them. Hundreds of berths. Thousands of people. Constant movement. Ships arriving. Ships departing. Cargo being moved. Passengers transferring.
Like airport. Exactly like airport. Modern airport transported into medieval-magical world and amplified.
Lucky 32 approached designated tower. Docking arm extending. Connecting. Sealing. Pressurizing.
Magical locks engaging. Verification systems confirming. Access granted.
The broadcast: "Welcome to Central Terminal Three. Local time: 10:47 AM. Thank you for flying Republic Transport Guild. Please proceed to designated exits. Enjoy your stay in Central."
They gathered belongings. Minimal. Most stored in item boxes anyway.
Exited suite. Joined passenger flow. Down corridors. Through passageways. Into lift system.
The lift: massive. Holding hundreds. Descending smoothly. Kilometer drop over two minutes. Magical stabilization preventing sensation of falling.
Terminal level: chaos. Organized chaos. Thousands of people. Hundreds of destinations. Information displays floating everywhere. Holographic signs. Magical announcements. Languages overlapping.
Null processed sensory overload. Too much. Too different. Too new.
Focused on Void. On following him. On staying together. On ignoring overwhelming environment.
Kira navigated confidently. Local knowledge guiding. "Exit Three. This way. Seamstress's people should be waiting. Ealdred arranged it—she offered lodging when she heard we were coming."
They pushed through crowds. Professional movement. Efficient. Practiced.
Exit Three: large open area. Multiple groups waiting. Signs held. Names displayed. Meeting coordination happening everywhere.
And there—
Several women. Maid uniforms. Black and white. Immaculate. Perfect construction. Seamstress's work obvious.
Holding sign: "MR. VOID"
Recognition mutual. Immediate.
The head maid—middle-aged human, competent bearing—stepped forward. Professional smile. Warm but controlled.
"Master Void? Welcome to Central. The Mistress sent us to escort you. She's looking forward to seeing you again."
Void returned smile. Grateful. "Thank you. That's very kind. We appreciate the assistance."
The maid gestured. Efficient. Organized. "We have transportation ready. And lodging arranged. The Mistress insisted on proper accommodations. Please, follow us."
They followed. Into Central. Into festival. Into whatever came next.
The city absorbed them. Massive. Magical. Overwhelming. Magnificent.
Everything about to begin.
Central Arc Timeline:
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Day 192: Courtesan seeding (kidnapping), naming to Canary/Flower
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Day 198 (evening): Poisoner lady (Dominos) arrives Borderwatch on Lucky 32
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Day 199 (morning): Null's group departs Borderwatch on Lucky 32 (same ship, next morning)
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Day 202 (morning): Null's group Arrival in Central (3-day journey)
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Day 203: Pre-festival day (free day, preparation)
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Days 204-206: Season Festival (3 days of events, private gatherings)
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Day 206 (morning): Poisoner lady (Dominos) departs Borderwatch on Lucky 32 (visit to Sara ends)
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Day 207: Dragon Race (festival finale)
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Day 212: Courtesan contracts final day
Fun fact: This is probably the most content-dense timeframe in the entire story. For comparison, the first 30 days in this world took 21 chapters/interludes to cover. In here? ~50 chapters/interludes in less than 30 days. Buckle up.