Mogul vs. Remnants Pt. X: R1's Reawakening

Remnant 1 has decided to make efforts to become stronger, after losing his battle against Remnant 3, The Fury. Doubting his abilities, Arman decides to search for a second sword to aid in further development of his powers and his strength. However, when a new Remnant appears from his journeys, Arman begins to question if his actions are justified, in the eyes of the Argen Church.

Chapter 104 (Remnant 1)

"What do you think?"

I put the sword back into its sheath and returned it to the weapon smith.

"It is an incredibly crafted weapon. But..."

The weapon smith regarded me. "It is too light, I suppose."

"Yes."

The weapon smith took a look at her collection. "To be fair, my kind isn't really known for using heavy and large weapons to the scale of Pariah. But I guess you can already figure that out yourself."

I scratched my head awkwardly. "Yes."

The weapon smith laughed. "Dwarven weaponry has always been axes. But I guess you prefer swords. Sorry I couldn't be of any help."

"No! No, I think you are doing amazing things. Thank you again for your hospitality, Merchant Gimedelos."

"Call me Gime!"

"Thank you again for your hospitality, Merchant Gime!" I bowed.

I walked back to the Fortress. I had taken upon myself to help the people of Corinth, by adventuring out myself and completing a few errands for Sophia. Sophia had risen to a high rank due to her efforts in saving and protecting the people of the country, as well as leading to nationwide repairs. For the first time, many of the neglected towns we had visited were given attention. Sophia would go to visit the people along with Lucius to help out whenever they could.

Although the Inquisition was one of many peacekeeping forces in the country of Corinth, it had become of the most prominent ever since Sophia and Lucius embarked out and explored the vast lands. Sophia had become widely recognized as the Elven Maiden of the Inquisition, the heroine to the people.

As for Lucius, I had never seen him so happy.

I took a look at Loz-Q, in my hand. I had slain many monsters and demons with this blade. But without a second blade, I felt incomplete. I cannot deny that my time wielding only Pariah had been a waste. But ever since I had wielded both Pariah and Loz-Q, especially in my battle against Diablos, it made me feel more accustomed. It just felt right.

I put Loz-Q back into its sheath, the strap dangling on the back of my fur coat. My attire had once again changed. A sleeveless open fur coat over a tunic, black pants and sandals. Traditional Corinthian attire. My scarf was still around my neck. I would never forget it, for it brought back good memories of my time with the children of Hephaestus.

I saw a few children playing with a friendly dragon, who blew fire for entertainment. I instinctively felt uncomfortable.

Deacon Chow. The Fury. He had outmatched both Lucius and I. Despite holding back, there was a brief moment that I had let everything loose to stop him. And it wasn't enough. To think that I would be the firstborn and supposedly the strongest of my kind. I felt like I was not living up to my part.

Firstborn

I clutched my head. "Who... who is this."

You know who I am. I took out Loz-Q, and the golden segmented blade hummed with white mist.

"Koios..." I never encountered this before. To have a blade speak to me.

You fear inadequacy.

I looked down, in shame. "Yes."

Did you not forget, your destiny? Your fate? Did you forget how you obtained this blade?

I remembered. My clash against Koios and his two brothers. I was outmatched, but I kept fighting. Pushing past my limits. I remembered struggling through, and soldiering through all the pain that the Titan brothers had inflicted on me.

"Lord Koios, I fear that my brothers may have well surpassed me in power. If I am unable to live up to my name as the Eldest, I may not be adequate in this final battle."

Koios was silent. Why do you think they have surpassed you?

I stopped walking. "Deacon Chow, the Fury. He defeated both Lucius and I. I had the combined efforts of my brother, who is destined to be our leader, and we were outmatched."

You held back, did you not?

"I gave it my all at some point."

Yet, you chose to restrain yourself throughout most of your fight. I was watching. I am always with you so long as you wield that blade. You let peace and kindness influence your strive for power.

I said nothing.

But despite this, gap. You wish to become stronger, do you not?

"I have already given away one of my blades to my brother."

A second blade, you seek.

"Yes."

Koios' presence in Loz-Q intensified, the mist bringing about a radius of frost on the dirt trail.

It is during a time of desperation, does a hero evolve. Perhaps you must find that.

"I do not know how."

In time you will see. For my foresight predicts it. Your chance to redeem yourself, shall be soon.

The mist dissipated, as Loz-Q's hum was gone. I put the blade back into its strap.

"Redemption." I looked into the sky.

Chapter 105 (Remnant 1)

I walked in on Merrow sitting at her table, with the numerous shards of her spear sitting there, glinting in the light.

"Lady Rivenlight?" I asked, knocking on the door.

"Come in, Arman!" Merrow forced a smile on her face as I walked in.

"Your spear..." I muttered.

"Yeah." Merrow said, her face was full of sadness.

"I fought so many battles with this spear. My memories, and my moments." She ran her hand on a huge shard of the hilt. Written on it were two names in two glowing colors. Magenta and Green. I recognized one of them as "Paladin Decen" in Acadi, and the other, in a language I couldn't understand.

"The spear reminded you of him, didn't it." I asked.

Merrow nodded, picking up the broken hilt that had the two words written on it. She showed it to me.

"Skarkops De'ah Cen, Paladin Decen" She said. Then she put her finger on the green name.

"Mera Rivenlight. You already know whose name that stands for."

"Mera?"

Merrow smirked. "That is my birth name. I changed it to Merrow. I thought it was weak. Silly, I know."

I frowned. "Mera is a beautiful name."

Merrow smiled. "Aww, thanks Arman."

I knelt in front of the shard and held out my hand. "Can I hold it?"

"Sure."

I took the hilt, and rotated it so that Decen's name was in view. The glow illuminating my face and my hair, as magenta streaks from the light reflected off my bangs.

A tear ran down Merrow's cheek as she looked at me.

"I've probably told you a million times. But you look so much like him."

I wrapped my arms around Merrow and held her.

"Lady Rivenlight, I know I am not Decen. But I will do my best to make sure you are happy. I don't want to see you sad."

"I know. I appreciate that, Arman."

I took a look at the shards of the spear. Merrow's memories. Her moments with Decen. This was what was left of the master she loved. And it was reduced to pieces. Every time Merrow wielded that spear, I could sense from her movements that it was full of peace, and security. Of the feeling of support and reassurance. I knew that with it broken, she would never be the same.

I suddenly had an idea.

"Merrow, I think I know how to fix your spear."

"What?"

I used my hand to scrape the shards into a pile and gently put them into a red velvet bag.

"It's risky... but the Silver City. We might be able to take this to the Makers."

Merrow's eyes were full of curiosity. "The Makers?"

I nodded. The Makers were Celestial beings who had smithed the greatest weapons. They had smithed Pariah, the Celestial Slayer. Surely they would know how to restore your spear. But...

"There's probably a catch, isn't there." Merrow said.

"Yes. They probably did not take lightly that I had destroyed a majority of their military might. I... I will have to do something in return for them."

Merrow put her hand on my shoulder. "Arman... you shouldn't have to do this for me."

I shook my head. "I want to do this. Let me do this for you."

Merrow looked at me. "Arman Wan. You are one of a kind."

I smiled. "And you are one of the most amazing people I have ever had the pleasure of working with."

Merrow got up. "In that case, then let me come with you."

"Huh?"

"It is my spear after all. I'm not going to leave you alone. I was Decen's Guardian, and technically you are part Decen. So I will fight alongside you."

I chuckled. "What about Lucius then?"

"He'll come too."

I got to my feet as well and held out my hand. Merrow shook it.

"It's a deal then, Lady Rivenlight."

Chapter 106 (Remnant 1)

"Hey. Merrow said you were headed to the Silver City?" Lucius said, as he and Sophia approached me.

"Yes." I replied, as I brought out my old Argen suit and attire. I strapped Loz-Q to my back and went out.

Lucius grabbed my arm and I turned around. He gave me a serious expression.

"You're not going alone."

I looked at him, then at Sophia.

"But... you two have so many things to do here."

Sophia walked up to me and smiled. "A lot of the people can handle themselves at the moment. I think it's a good time for us to go together."

I nodded. "Then it is settled."

We met Merrow at the gate.

"You know where we're going, right?" Merrow asked.

"Yes." I replied. I concentrated, to a very specific spot in the outskirts of Argen. "Send us to the Silver City junction."

Merrow touched my wrist and slashed the air with a shard of her spear, generating a portal. We walked in as the surroundings elongated, taking form of a massive glowing silver and gold gated door.

Sophia gasped. "It is beautiful!"

Lucius kept his hand on Pariah. "We don't know how dangerous this place is. But Arman has already struck bad blood with these guys. We gotta be careful."

The door began to creak, as we all prepared our weapons. A sliver of bright light leaked out of the cracks as the door flung open, to an empty city. It looked barren, but the buildings were all white, sparkling, as if they were made of precious limestone.

We stepped through, cautiously. Instantly, the gate shut behind us.

"Welp." Merrow muttered, as she shook her shard. "Can't teleport us outta here. I guess it's a point of no return."

We walked down the city. Sophia clung onto Lucius' arm as I looked around, absorbing the surroundings. It was everything Priest Pollux had described. A beautiful shining city of pure white. Sparkling water. Sparkling buildings. The sky, beautiful and peaceful. I heard laughter in the distance. Such a beautiful place.

I instantly thought of all the corpses of the Silver Legion we had killed. The men I had commanded and fought alongside with, the many dead from our war.

I had done this to these people.

I clenched my fist. Merrow glanced at me and sensed I was uneasy.

"Arman? Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yes." I lied. For the first time. I didn't want her to be more worried than she already was. But I was very clearly not okay.

These poor people. They lost their defenders. Very likely the Winged Warriors of this city had loved ones back here. And to know they were all slain. I looked at my hands.

They were all slain by me.

Be pure. Kind. For a kind heart will always outshine the darkest of evils.

Those were Pollux's words. But what was I even fighting for? Was I even pure anymore? I always believed that as a soldier of Argen, my duty was to aid my brothers and sisters. It had never occurred to me...

I was a priest who killed.

What kind of evils could I possibly outshine? If my hands have been stained with the blood of thousands?

Sophia looked all around. "This city is barren. There was no one guarding these gates."

"Indeed." A voice boomed from all around. We all readied our weapons.

A large flash of light blinded me, as we held our arms up to cover up. The light died down, and an angelic warrior levitated in the air. Beautiful, and elegant. His wings, segmented into six strands of light on each side. His armor, golden, decorated with arcane lines, similar to my Argen armor that lined my left shoulder. His white hood, covering his face, but I could still make out distinct features. A massive scar. A beautiful face, with two glowing silver eyes. He appeared middle aged, but this beauty was offset by his expression. It was pure resentment, and he was glaring at me.

"Arman Wan. Priest Proxima of the Argen Church. Lead Centurion of the Argen Guard. You dare show your face in The Silver City? After you had slain my brothers and sisters?"

Lucius stepped forward. "We need the Makers' help. We don't wanna fight."

The angel glared at Lucius. "You... I sense hatred and darkness rolling off of that arm of yours. Begone. This is your final warning."

Lucius drew Pariah. "We're here to see the Makers. We're not backing down."

Sophia stood by his side. "If it means we must fight you, then so be it."

Merrow looked at the two of them. She probably saw how dedicated we were. She understood the extent we would take to ensure her precious spear was restored. And I felt the same way.

I drew Loz-Q, and planted the blade firmly onto the ground. Kneeling down.

"Great Silver Soldier, I beg of your forgiveness. But we seek the Makers. We must restore the weapon of our friend. Please... give us a chance."

The angel sneered, as he dissipated into silver mist, and rematerialized in front of me. He unsheathed his large broadsword, and planted it in front of mine.

"Arman Wan. You are the reason this city's defenses have been weakened greatly. Have you forgotten... the pain you have caused me?"

I looked up, as I began to realize why he looked so familiar.

"You and your blade. The First Pillar. Dante of the First." The angel's voice was laced in rage, as the surroundings began to shake. His armor glowing bright.

Merrow looked at me. "Arman, it's okay. We can always find another way."

I got to my feet, my hands on the hilt of Loz-Q, facing the towering angel.

"You... are his son. Aren't you?" I asked.

The angel's glare confirmed it. "By your hands. By your rage. The Rage of War, you killed my father. I shall avenge him. Prepare yourself, Remnant 1. To this day, I have dreamt of this moment. And now, I shall embrace it. You shall be fighting Erion, the Keeper of the Gate!"

Merrow ran up to me, but I shot her a glare.

"Arman..."

"No." I said, firmly. "I..."

I looked back at Erion. "I must make this right. If Erion wishes for this chance... he shall take it. This isn't just a matter of fixing your spear anymore."

I pulled Loz-Q out, as I readied my blade. The segmented golden sword steaming with white frost, as Erion did the same, brandishing his massive broadsword.

"Erion, I understand your rage. And I shall respect it. We shall fight."

Lucius' eyes widened. "Arman. This is ridiculous. We can fight him together." He stepped forward, but Erion glared at Lucius, and swiped his sword, knocking the Remnant out of the way as he flew into the side of the gate, landing on the ground.

"Luke!" Sophia shouted, and prepared her staff.

Erion swung his sword again, and created a magical barrier that separated Merrow and Sophia away from me.

I took my stance. Erion grinned darkly.

"So, Arman Wan. You understand, the rules of this bout. We shall fight. One on one. Until only one may draw breath."

I closed my eyes, summoning the Blessing of Pollux, as my body glowed silver.

"Come!" I shouted.

Erion yelled a battlecry, as he charged. I opened my eyes, and also leapt forward as we clashed.

Remnant against Angel.

One who sought atonement, against one who sought vengeance.

Chapter 107 (Remnant 1)

Erion's blows were heavy. His swings shook me to the bone, as every slash was met with Loz-Q. Every clash was a tremble. A tremor across the ground. Every time our blades crossed, a shower of sparks and the sound of an explosion rung the empty streets of The Silver City.

"Dante. Ivory. Tayael. Cera. My brethren. Slain by your blade." Erion growled, as he leapt back, swinging and sending hundreds of arcs of celestial energy my way at a superhuman pace. I rushed forward with the Blessing of Pollux, dodging the arcs acrobatically, and slashing Loz-Q and sending arcs of my own.

Erion roared, as he flapped his wings, the massive air pressure neutralizing the frost, and knocking me back.

Erion materialized in front of me in a burst of white mist, but I had already anticipated it from Combat Intuition. I clenched my teeth, as I barrel rolled out of his slash, rolling to the side, and slashing with Loz-Q as hard as I could. But the moment I did that, Erion swung around with overwhelming reflexes and speed, intercepting the blade.

We clashed once more, as I felt my boots crack and crush the pavement.

"FALL, MURDERER!" Erion yelled, as the arcane lines on his armor glowed an even brighter silver. The soldier slashed, and pushed me back as my feet left two large troughs on the ground.

I regained my composure, breathing heavily. "You are formidable."

But Erion did not care. He did not care about honor. He wanted his father avenged.

"RAAAAGH!" He roared, as his wings flapped, hurtling the angel at me with overwhelming speed. Even with Combat Intuition I found myself unable to keep up. Erion's speed, strength, and reflexes were overwhelming. The amount of hatred. Resentment, that he had kept inside of his heart. It must have fueled the young angel to turn into this... Arbiter of Destruction.

My luck finally ran out, by the fifty sixth strike, Erion had managed to get a clean cut into my side. I fell to my knee, as Erion slashed down, but I intercepted the blade.

"Erion... I am truly sorry." I seethed, struggling to match his immense strength, but Erion was not hearing it.

"You will have all eternity to lament your crime... in the afterlife!"

Erion let go, and clenched his fist. My eyes widened.

"No... this is impossible. Combat Intuition should have predicted-"

Erion launched the punch and got me square in the cheek. His eyes full of fury and anger.

"I don't... need to conform to the Silver City's ways. I just want you dead. BASTARD!" He roared, as he pushed so hard I went flying.

I smashed into a building, the limestone blasting into hundreds of fragments.

"Arman!" Merrow and Sophia screamed.

Sophia was trying to dispel the barrier with everything she had. Same with Lucius and Merrow. But I knew they could not do it. Nothing was as strong as a pact. A bind between two warriors. This was our fight. And our fight only.

I got to my feet, my wounds regenerating.

Erion approached me, his wings were no longer white, but glowing orange. Despite his heavenly appearance, he looked demonic. Rage and anger. Desire for revenge. His fist clenched, and his other, grasping his broadsword tightly.

"Your combat intuition..." Erion muttered. Suddenly, he dissipated into white mist, reappearing in front of me.

Combat Intuition predicted he would swing his fist, but suddenly, he swung his blade, cutting into my chest as I growled in pain.

"Is useless against me!" He yelled.

Erion leaned forward, and Combat Intuition predicted he would slash, but he grabbed my throat, and smashed me into the ground, then threw me into the air as I felt myself hurtling several hundred feet back onto the ground, cracking it.

I coughed out blood as I felt my bones break.

"Do you want to know why...." He growled, as he began to pressure me once more. I couldn't understand why CI was not working.

"DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?!" Erion screamed, as more and more of his slashes got through CI and my defenses. I was getting more and more bloody. Even with Regeneration, my body had limits. The amount of pain I could take before I would go unconscious.

Erion slammed his sword into me as I slid back.

I got up, my bones mending, but I was in too much pain. I was getting lightheaded from the blood loss.

Erion slammed his sword onto the ground. "Because I am no longer a Winged Warrior." He seethed.

My eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

Erion glared at me. "I had to abandon... who I was. To become this strong. I had to abandon what I am. I am no longer a Silver Legion Soldier. I fight with two styles now. This new style... a transplant. A necessary evil." Erion held out his hand, and black electricity emanated from it.

"No... Erion how could you?!" I screamed.

Erion's eyes pooled with tears. "He said he could give me power... I needed the power. To kill YOU." He roared.

I had no choice. Erion had become infected with the Corruption. He did it to avenge me. It was all my fault.

"Erion... my actions cannot possibly be excused, and I see that. But to serve Mogul... I must free you from this. Whether you like it or not. I must continue living. I'm sorry." I said, as I brought Loz-Q up to my left forearm, and cut the tattoo that held the Mark of Ares.

My body surged with both the Blessing of Pollux, and the Mark of Ares, as I roared, powering up.

Erion grimaced. "The Fires of War. It is great indeed. But this time is different. For my father, Dante. I shall avenge him! Come, Devil of Argen!"

I stomped on the ground, cracking it. My sword arm steaming with so much frost that an armor over-mold of pure ice formed over my shoulder, resembling one of Erion's wings. My other arm, trailing with the Fires of War. My eyes glowed a bright white, as I could feel every action exponentially amplified. I clenched my teeth.

We clashed again, and this time, I was able to barely keep up with Erion's dual fighting style. CI was confused by his two techniques, but this was offset by the tremendous amount of power surging from my body. But I knew I couldn't beat him. I can't beat him.

I was at my max with my two boosts, and Erion's rage continued to climb. We clashed and the shockwaves of our attacks shook the entire city.

Erion finally managed to get another hit in, a stab right into my ribcage as I roared in agony.

"Yes....YES. SQUIRM, MURDERER." Erion screamed.

I grabbed the blade, my hands cut and bloodied. I glared at him, blood leaking from my head and the corner of my mouth. "Erion... I shall NOT FALL TODAY." I roared as I leaned forward, and head butted the angel as hard as I could. Erion slid back.

"I will avenge him. I will avenge him." Erion said, in a trance. He repositioned myself, and shot forward in a jet of steam. His speed now so overwhelmingly fast, that even with my superhuman reflexes, and my two boosts, I could not react in time. I could only watch the angel closed in on me, his broadsword aimed right at my throat.

"I WILL AVENGE HIM!!!!" Erion screamed.

Suddenly, the sky became dark, and Erion stopped moving.

"What.... no. You cannot interfere with my bout!"

I stumbled back. "Who... what?"

The magical barrier began to crack, as Lucius, Merrow, and Sophia ran up to me.

"Arman! You god damn idiot!" Lucius yelled, crushing me in a hug.

I looked in the sky, and another being had interfered with our fight. I looked back at Erion, and realized he had stopped, because a massive chain, glowing white, had held him down. Whoever this man was, his power was ridiculous. He had not only processed Erion's speed, but was precise and powerful enough to pin him down with the chain, and stop his immense momentum.

Not only was this man's reflexes out of our league, but his precision, his power...

The man descended from the skies. He wore red and orange flannel, and a white T-shirt. His hair, ashy grey, but curly. The chain wrapped around his arms and gave off a silvery glow. For some reason... I felt like I should have known who he was.

And everything in my body told me to stay away and to not fight.

"No... it can't be..." Merrow said. I turned to her, and her face was full of shock.

"Lady... Rivenlight?" I asked.

Merrow stepped forward.

"How are you alive..." She said, her eyes pooled with tears.

The man turned to her, with a smile on his face.

"It is nice to meet you again, Merrow Rivenlight." He said.

I walked up to Merrow. "Lady Rivenlight, how do you know this person?"

Merrow turned to me, her face was still pale.

"Arman... this... this is..."

The man shook his head and laughed. He walked up to me.

"Oh my. You certainly do resemble him. Perhaps not so much the hair... or the clothes. But the face. So he truly has done it. I always knew he could."

I stared at the man. My whole body was paralyzed in fear for some reason. As if it instinctively knew this man was too strong for me to handle. I turned around and realized Lucius was feeling the same way.

"Who.... who the hell are you?" He muttered.

The man smiled. "My dear Remnants." He said.

The man wrapped the chain away, as Erion fell on his face, unconscious. This man had defeated Erion in one single movement of his chain. I had struggled to even land a single blow.

I stared at him as the chain returned to his wrists, decorating them neatly. He looked at me, with a warm expression.

"My name is Icarus. The Paladin of Light."

Chapter 108 (Remnant 1)

"I see so much of Decen in you two." Icarus said, as he led us around the city.

Merrow pursed her lips, and Icarus noticed.

"My dear, I understand you must have many questions."

Merrow looked at him. "I don't understand how you're alive. Decen... he..."

Icarus narrowed his eyes. "The past is the past, Guardian. His passing, and his legacy. That is now yours to hold. Along with the Remnants"

Merrow wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry. I... I'm so sorry."

I glanced at the streets. There were not a lot of people, but the people who did live in this village were all staring at our group. They definitely heard my battle with Erion. But they were not affected. It was likely because of Icarus... they surely must have known about Icarus' power.

Icarus stopped and put his hands on Merrow's shoulders. "My dear Guardian. There is nothing to be sorry for."

Merrow sobbed. "I... I just can't believe you're here. It took everything I had to move on. You've... To see you again..."

Icarus smiled. "You have grown, into such a beautiful and strong woman."

Merrow managed a slight laugh. "Icarus..."

"You were always beautiful. Decen saw that too. But he never said it out loud. In his pride and ego, he would never have admitted it."

Merrow shook her head. "But... I just don't understand. How are you still alive Icarus? I saw you die!"

Icarus beckoned us forward into a temple. "Perhaps what I will show you will give you some explanation. Because you are right, Guardian. I did die. But now I live."

We entered the temple and walked down the grand hall. Numerous statues decorated the walls... statues...

I clutched my head. So did Lucius.

"Luke? What's wrong?" Sophia asked.

Icarus turned around. "I see. This place triggered a memory. You will realize that this place bares striking similarity to an Acadian building. The Temple of the Five Elders."

We continued walking, and Icarus walked next to me.

I felt uncomfortable. This was the Paladin of Light. I remembered what Merrow had told me. Decen was one of the best of the best, but he was not number one. At the time he was still working with the Acadians, there were a few Paladins who surpassed him in power. Namely, Azazel, the Paladin of Battle, and Icarus. If Icarus was even stronger than Decen... who far eclipsed me in power...

"Remnant 1... was it?"

"Yes." I replied.

"You are quite well mannered, unlike your progenitor."

"It was due to my background, as a prie-" I suddenly stopped myself. I was no priest. I... I...

Icarus regarded me. "You wield the sword. I suppose you don't have Decen's transformation powers?"

"No. That power has been inherited by Lucius."

"I see. But from your movements. Your discord. Your facial expressions, I sense that you wish for more power?"

"How did you know?" I asked, surprised.

Icarus laughed. "Because your father always had the same expression. He wanted to be the best. As the firstborn, I suppose you have put yourself in an expectation to also be the greatest of your brethren?"

"I... yes. I do." I admitted.

Icarus adjusted his shirt. "I sense potential in you. Perhaps after our council with Kanade I can offer you my services."

"Services"

Icarus smiled. "Unlike Decen, you strive for power in a healthy way. That deserves praise on its own. To become strong without losing yourself in the darkness. I shall train you in the way of the light."

Icarus suddenly stopped at the door. He opened it and kneeling in the center of the room, was a young boy, in prayer. His hair was long, reaching his shoulders like Lucius, but his face was pure. Kind and innocent. He had his hands firmly clasped, and his eyes were closed.

He opened them and stood up. He wore white robes, and was barefooted. "Ah. There you are, Icarus."

Icarus walked up to him. "How are you, Kanade?"

Kanade smiled. "Ever so grateful, as usual. To our merciful Lord and savior." He turned to me, and I recognized him. His face was similar to mine.

He held out his hand. "Greetings, brother. I am Kanade Asaoka. Decen's Sixth Remnant."