The Overseer moved.
Six arms.
Dual cores pulsing violet.
Not fast.
Efficient.
It crossed the platform like a decision made long ago, metal joints whispering instead of clanking, and the workshop cathedral filled with the sound of purpose.
Blade high—straight for IronRoot's head.
Mace low—aimed to take IronRoot's legs out from under him.
Wrench sweeping wide—side angle toward Eins's ribs.
Calibrator thrusting centerline—precision strike for Sparrow's throat.
Spear arm cocked back—already calculating Zwei's elevation.
Chain-blade unspooled—seeking Vier's whip-blade like a predator looking for a leash.
IronRoot's shield rose and took the first impact.
The blade hit like a guillotine.
The shield didn't split.
But IronRoot's arm shook all the way up to the shoulder.
The mace followed immediately, trying to knock his stance apart.
IronRoot shifted his feet and absorbed the blow through his hips like a man who'd been hit by heavier things and lived.
Eins barely cleared the wrench sweep by centimeters.
The wrench passed so close it tugged air off his armor like a hand.
Sparrow rolled under the calibrator's thrust and came up with both daggers out—but the calibrator didn't miss.
It stabbed again, already adjusting to her recovery angle.
Zwei's perch exploded.
The spear arm threw.
Not a jab.
A full projectile.
The spear embedded itself where Zwei had been, wood bench splitting around it.
Zwei abandoned the elevation without pride and hit the ground running.
Vier's whip-blade snapped forward and the chain-blade met it mid-arc, wrapping it like a serpent.
The whip-blade locked.
Not broken.
Pinned.
Vier's eyes narrowed.
Fragments spoke all at once—overlapping warnings, too fast to be comforting.
Too many vectors—
Pattern recognition failing—
It's not repeating—
FrostVein lifted a palm and a small crystal disk rose into the air above the battlefield, glowing faintly as it began recording.
"For the guild charter," he said calmly, like they weren't seconds from being turned into scrap. "Proof of Rank A capability."
IronRoot grunted between impacts. "Smart. Record everything."
Null micro-folded once—two feet left to avoid the mace's second swing.
Then again—one foot back as the blade angled toward where he'd been.
Then again—sideways as the calibrator thrust tried to tag him through Sparrow's lane.
He wasn't looking for an opening.
He was looking for something the machine couldn't cover.
And in the first thirty seconds, there was nothing.
They weren't losing because they were weak.
They were losing because the Overseer was complete.
Barcus's presence tightened in Null's chest like a hand closing around a wire.
He manifested only as a flicker—too thin to waste shape on panic.
You cannot fight separately, his voice arrived. Start small. Synchronize in pairs.
Null's jaw tightened. "Now?"
Now, Barcus said. Or you die before you learn.
Null didn't waste breath. "Eins. Sparrow. Link."
Sparrow's eyes flicked to him—one heartbeat of hesitation, then she moved. Not obedience. Agreement.
Eins grunted and shifted closer.
They closed within ten meters of Null.
Close enough for the network to bite.
System Message: < Fragment Resonance (2/8): Activating >
System Message: < Duration: 5 seconds >
System Message: < Cooldown: 24 hours >
System Message: < All Stats +10% >
Null felt it immediately.
Not drain.
Connection.
Like being the bridge between two minds, rather than the fuel.
The fragments powered themselves.
Null was just the anchor point.
Eins and Sparrow moved as one unit.
Not "good teamwork."
Shared timing.
Eins's hammer came in from the right.
Sparrow's daggers from the left.
Same elbow joint.
Same microsecond.
Impact.
The blade-arm's elbow dented. The arm stuttered mid-swing.
For half a second, the guillotine timing broke.
The Overseer adjusted instantly—wrench arm moving to guard the joint, chain-blade tightening to restrict Vier, spear arm repositioning for a new throw.
Five seconds evaporated.
System Message: < Fragment Resonance: Expired >
System Message: < Cooldown Applied: 24 hours >
System Message: < Durability Cost: -5% (Eins, Sparrow) >
Eins and Sparrow stumbled—not falling, but disoriented as their minds snapped back into single perspective.
The machine used that fraction.
Blade-arm tried to recover.
Wrench-arm intercepted Eins's follow-up.
Calibrator thrust returned, chasing Sparrow's step.
"Again—" Sparrow started.
Null cut her off. "It learned. Rotate."
IronRoot took another blade strike.
His shield gained a fresh dent, deep enough to catch light.
SpringDew's staff pulsed.
She didn't chant.
She corrected reality like a clinician correcting a bleed.
FrostVein's ice spread across the platform edge, trying to slow the automaton's feet.
The Overseer's joints compensated.
Adaptive.
It wasn't slipping.
It was calculating traction.
"Zwei. FrostVein," Null snapped. "That mace-arm. Freeze the joint."
FrostVein didn't answer.
He moved.
Ice wrapped the mace-arm's elbow seam in crystalline growth, seeping into micro-gaps like poison.
System Message: < Frozen Status: Mace-Arm Joint >
Zwei's bow was still half-formed, but it drew.
He loosed.
A wooden arrow.
Clean trajectory.
Straight into the iced seam.
The frozen metal cracked.
A partial shatter.
The mace-arm's movement jerked, reduced—still dangerous, but no longer perfect.
IronRoot grunted. "Again!"
The Overseer's calibrator arm stabbed at SpringDew.
Not because it wanted to kill her.
Because it wanted to test her barrier timing.
SpringDew shifted her staff and the thrust glanced off a shimmering layer.
She didn't smile.
She didn't even look annoyed.
She just moved her feet two inches for better angles.
"Drei. Vier. Pair," Null said.
The chain-blade still bound Vier's whip-blade.
His fragment whispered through him, tight and cold.
Don't pull. Redirect.
Vier shifted the whip-blade angle and stepped with the pull instead of fighting it, letting the chain-blade's tension become leverage.
Drei moved with him.
Within ten meters.
System Message: < Fragment Resonance (2/8): Activating >
System Message: < Duration: 5 seconds >
System Message: < Cooldown: 24 hours >
System Message: < All Stats +10% >
Null felt the connection again—a bridge, not a drain.
Vier broke free—not by strength, but by timing.
He wrapped the calibrator-arm base and yanked upward at the exact moment the Overseer shifted weight for a mace follow-through.
The calibrator-arm lifted.
Wiring exposed under the arm housing for a heartbeat.
Drei's fragment broadcast through the network like coordinates.
Third conduit. Left side. Now.
Drei's scalpel-blade slid in.
Clean cut.
Sparks erupted.
The calibrator-arm went dead mid-thrust.
System Message: < Calibrator-Arm: Disabled >
Five seconds ended.
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System Message: < Fragment Resonance: Expired >
System Message: < Cooldown Applied: 24 hours >
System Message: < Durability Cost: -5% (Drei, Vier) >
The Overseer didn't scream.
It didn't rage.
It reallocated.
Calibrator dead.
Blade-arm damaged.
Mace-arm impaired.
Wrench, spear, chain-blade still functional.
Still too many.
Still overwhelming.
And now it learned something else:
Pairs were dangerous.
The Overseer stopped attacking.
One and a half seconds.
Recalculation.
Then it moved differently.
Spear feinted.
Mace came from the wrong angle.
Chain-blade moved before Vier committed, wrapping space where the whip-blade would be.
Wrench blocked Eins's hammer trajectory by prediction, not reaction.
Blade-arm—damaged—stayed back as a decoy while the spear arm did the killing work.
Null micro-folded once.
The blade was already waiting where he arrived.
Null micro-folded again.
The wrench swept the lane he'd choose next.
It wasn't reacting to him anymore.
It was tracking him.
It's learning your fold rhythm, Barcus warned. Change it.
Null swallowed blood taste and shifted his pattern—three feet instead of two, then one, then two again—irregularity as survival.
Injuries mounted.
Zwei caught a spear graze across the shoulder when he misread a feint.
System Message: < Health: 78% >
System Message: < Status: Minor Bleeding >
Vier got yanked by the chain-blade into a wrench strike.
His chest took the hit and his breath disappeared.
System Message: < Health: 64% >
Eins blocked wrench with hammer and ate mace from a blind angle.
Crack.
Ribs.
System Message: < Health: 71% >
System Message: < Status: Fractured Rib x2 >
Sparrow nearly got clipped by the blade-arm's stuttering sweep—cloak torn clean, a hair's breadth from skin.
IronRoot took sustained impacts like a wall getting hit by weather.
Seven new dents appeared across his shield.
His arm trembled.
System Message: < Health: 52% >
SpringDew kept casting.
Major Heal.
Barrier refresh.
Status clear.
Regeneration.
Her mana bled away like water through cracks.
FrostVein maintained Frost Field and threw ice lances into joints, trying to slow the automaton's steps.
His mana dropped too.
The recording crystal floated overhead, capturing every second.
FrostVein's mouth was set tight.
Not fear.
Calculation.
We're losing, his eyes said.
Barcus manifested more solidly for a heartbeat.
You fight well. But you cannot win with pairs anymore. You need deeper synchronization.
Null's voice came rough. "Pairs are on cooldown."
Then go higher, Barcus said. Three. Four.
"For how long?"
Seconds, Barcus answered. Make them count.
Null made the call.
"Eins. Sparrow. Vier. Link. Now."
They converged.
Within ten meters.
Close enough to share the air.
System Message: < Fragment Resonance (3/8): Activating >
System Message: < Duration: 3.3 seconds >
System Message: < Cooldown: 3 days >
System Message: < Durability Cost: -10% (Eins, Sparrow, Vier) >
System Message: < All Stats +15% >
The world shifted.
Not brighter.
Denser.
Shared sensory input hit like a wave.
Eins saw through Sparrow's eyes.
Sparrow felt Vier's positioning as if it were her own limb.
Vier tracked Eins's momentum like a second heartbeat.
Blade-arm. Base joint. Tri-point strike. 3.3 seconds.
Second one: position.
Second two: strike.
Eins from the front—hammer impact.
Sparrow from the side—dagger slash into seam.
Vier from behind—wrap and pull, creating torque.
The joint cracked audibly.
System Message: < Blade-Arm: Severely Damaged (70% function loss) >
Then the link ended.
System Message: < Fragment Resonance: Expired >
System Message: < Cooldown Applied: 3 days >
The three of them staggered as their minds snapped back into single view.
Null remained steady—the anchor point, not the power source.
But the blade-arm was nearly useless now—stuttering, slow, reduced to a threat only when ignored.
The Overseer adapted immediately.
It shifted attention to the people who were not collapsing.
To the formation that still held.
Four, Barcus said inside Null. If you intend to disable a limb. Four.
Null didn't like the cost.
He liked dying less.
"Eins. Zwei. Sparrow. Vier. Link."
Drei stayed back, scalpel ready, because someone would need to do emergency surgery if the plan failed.
The four converged around Null.
System Message: < Fragment Resonance (4/8): Activating >
System Message: < Duration: 2.5 seconds >
System Message: < Cooldown: 1 week >
System Message: < Durability Cost: -15% (Eins, Zwei, Sparrow, Vier) >
System Message: < All Stats +20% >
Predictive coordination activated.
They didn't just see what was.
They saw what would be.
The Overseer's wrench sweep—before it moved.
The chain-blade wrap—before it committed.
The spear feint—before it lied.
Wrench-arm. Sequence, the network wrote into them.
Second one: Vier wraps.
Second one and a half: Eins strikes joint.
Second two: Zwei shoots exposed wiring through the gap.
Second two and a half: Sparrow cuts the conduit.
Perfect timing.
Zero waste.
System Message: < Wrench-Arm: Disabled >
Then it ended.
System Message: < Fragment Resonance: Expired >
System Message: < Cooldown Applied: 1 week >
Four wielders dropped to their knees.
Not dramatic collapse.
Nervous system overload.
Null stood firm—still the anchor, still at full capacity.
The cost didn't care that they were winning.
The cost only cared that they were paying.
Overseer status shifted.
Calibrator: disabled.
Wrench: disabled.
Blade-arm: barely functional.
Mace-arm: impaired.
Spear: functional.
Chain-blade: functional.
Still dangerous.
Still too much.
Weapon durability check:
Eins: 80% (?5% ?15%)
Zwei: 85% (?15%)
Drei: 95% (?5%)
Vier: 80% (?5% ?15%)
Sparrow: 80% (?5% ?15%)
Strained but functional.
The Overseer adapted again.
Concentrated assault.
It stopped trying to break the tank.
It aimed for the healer.
Spear arm threw.
SpringDew raised a barrier.
Chain-blade wrapped around the barrier edge like it could grab concepts and yank them aside.
The barrier moved.
The spear came through.
IronRoot dove in front without being told.
Impact.
The spear penetrated the shield edge and grazed IronRoot's shoulder deep enough to paint the platform.
System Message: < Health: 38% >
System Message: < Status: Severe Bleeding >
IronRoot dropped to one knee.
Still holding aggro.
Barely.
SpringDew healed him immediately.
Her mana crashed.
30% to 15% in a blink.
"I'm almost out!" she shouted, voice strained now, not from fear but from depletion.
FrostVein's Frost Field weakened.
His mana was down too.
The floor glaze thinned.
The Overseer's feet gained speed.
Fragments went quiet.
Not absent.
Exhausted.
Their voices faded to distant breaths.
Barcus manifested—serious, heavy.
You have one option left.
Null knew.
His throat tasted like metal.
"Five-fragment resonance," he said.
Yes, Barcus replied. Two seconds. Then thirty days before you can use it again.
Sparrow's voice was sharp with disbelief. "Two seconds?!"
Two seconds of perfect synchronization, Barcus said, or you die here.
Null looked at the battlefield.
IronRoot bleeding out slowly.
SpringDew nearly empty.
FrostVein running on fumes.
Eins breathing through fractured ribs.
Zwei bleeding and low on arrows.
Drei still functional but conserving.
Vier exhausted from resonance strain.
Sparrow intact but close to the edge of the platform.
And the Overseer still had two cores and enough arms to kill them one by one.
Null's jaw set.
"Everyone," he said, voice hard. "Close formation. Now."
No one argued.
Because argument was discord.
And discord would kill the resonance.
The five Ego Weapon wielders converged on Null.
Within ten meters.
Tight.
Vulnerable.
Necessary.
Null's hand found the pendant.
System Message: < Fragment Resonance (5/8): Available >
System Message: < WARNING: Maximum Cost Protocol >
System Message: < Duration: 2 seconds >
System Message: < Cooldown: 30 days >
System Message: < Durability Cost: -20% (All Ego Weapons) >
System Message: < Anchor Mana: Full Depletion (100% → 0%) >
System Message: < Confirm Activation? [YES / NO] >
Barcus's voice arrived like a weight on Null's spine.
This time, you power it. The network demands your mana to sustain five fragments. If it fails, you have nothing left.
Null didn't hesitate.
"YES."
System Message: < FRAGMENT RESONANCE: ACTIVE >
System Message: < 5/8 Fragments Synchronized >
System Message: < Network Convergence: MAXIMUM >
System Message: < All Stats +25% >
The world exploded with light.
Five Ego Weapons ignited—blue-white brilliance.
Null's mana drained.
Second one: 100% → 50%.
Second two: 50% → 0%.
Five perspectives flooded Null at once.
Eins's front angle.
Zwei's elevation.
Drei's analysis.
Vier's peripheral.
Sparrow's close range.
And Null's own center.
One tactical mind.
Two seconds to execute.
Null's voice cut through the convergence like lightning.
"Convergence protocol. Mark strikes. Execute."
The network calculated in microseconds.
No discussion.
No hesitation.
Pure synchronization.
SECOND ONE:
Target: remaining functional arms.
Eins and Sparrow hit the spear-arm base joint from opposite angles—hammer and twin daggers.
Joint shattered.
The spear-arm fell off completely.
Zwei's arrow went through the chain-blade internal mechanism—through a gap no single eye would've seen.
Gear assembly hit.
Chain-blade locked.
Drei and Vier finished the damaged blade-arm—wrap and pull, then a final conduit cut.
Blade-arm died.
System Message: < All Arms: Disabled >
SECOND TWO:
Target: primary core.
All five converged on the exposed point.
Null saw the microscopic weakness and broadcast it.
There.
Top-left quadrant.
Structural flaw.
Five weapons struck the same point simultaneously.
Crack.
The primary core fractured.
Not destroyed.
Compromised.
Violet light flickered.
Secondary core flared to compensate.
System Message: < Fragment Resonance: Expired >
System Message: < Cooldown Activated: 30 days >
System Message: < Ego Weapon Durability: -20% (All) >
System Message: < Anchor Mana: Depleted (0%) >
The light died.
Null collapsed to his knees.
Zero mana.
No micro-fold.
No skill.
Just body.
Final weapon durability:
Eins: 60% (?5% ?15% ?20%)
Zwei: 65% (?15% ?20%)
Drei: 75% (?5% ?20%)
Vier: 60% (?5% ?15% ?20%)
Sparrow: 60% (?5% ?15% ?20%)
Weapons heavy, strained, but functional.
The five wielders stumbled.
Fragments went silent—beyond fatigue.
Overseer stood there, armless, primary core fractured, secondary core burning bright.
Then the berserk protocol triggered.
System Message: < WARNING: Primary Core Integrity: 34% >
System Message: < Secondary Core: Compensating >
System Message: < Activating: FINAL DEFENSE PROTOCOL >
System Message: < All Safety Limiters: REMOVED >
The Overseer's chest opened wide.
Both cores visible now.
Fractured primary—violet, flickering.
Intact secondary—blue, flaring.
Output merged.
Violet plus blue became searing white.
The entire body locked into an aerodynamic configuration.
A projectile.
It charged.
Not at IronRoot.
Not at the tank.
At the nearest Ego Weapon wielder.
Sparrow.
Eight meters.
0.8 seconds.
Too close.
Too fast.
Sparrow saw it.
Her fragment tried to warn—
Too late.
Resonance exhaustion.
Delayed response.
She couldn't dodge.
She was going to die.
Null saw it.
No mana.
No micro-fold.
No system tricks.
Just will.
He moved anyway.
He lunged between Sparrow and the charging automaton.
Spear raised—not to stop it, but to redirect.
Impact hit like a siege weapon.
Null flew backward.
Crashed into Sparrow.
Both hit the wall.
The automaton slammed into the same stone, stunned by momentum.
Null took the blow.
His body broke.
System Message: < CRITICAL DAMAGE >
System Message: < Health: 89% → 19% >
System Message: < Broken Ribs x4 >
System Message: < Fractured Left Arm >
System Message: < Fractured Right Wrist >
System Message: < Internal Bleeding (Severe) >
System Message: < Concussion >
System Message: < Status: CRITICAL >
Blood filled his mouth.
Breath wouldn't come.
Vision whited at the edges.
But Sparrow was alive.
Unharmed.
Gasping beneath him.
Null's head turned—barely.
Five feet away, the Overseer's forehead rune glowed.
???
Emeth.
Truth.
One letter away from death.
Barcus's voice echoed distantly.
Erase the Aleph. Just the first letter.
Null couldn't feel his left arm.
Right hand barely responded.
He dragged himself forward anyway.
Five feet became five inches.
Touch.
Silver engraving.
The first letter resisted.
Then yielded.
Null scraped.
Erased.
Silver scratched away.
Gone.
??? became ??.
Truth became death.
System Message: < Golem Core: Control Rune Compromised >
System Message: < Emeth → Met (Truth → Death) >
System Message: < Core Shutdown: Initiated >
System Message: < Termination: Complete >
The Overseer froze.
Both cores dimmed simultaneously.
Violet faded.
Blue faded.
White heat died.
The eight-foot automaton collapsed.
Metal hit stone.
Crash.
Silent.
Motionless.
Dead.
Null collapsed too.
Blackness took him.
SpringDew sprinted.
She didn't hesitate.
Staff already glowing before she reached him.
She dropped to her knees beside Null's broken body.
"Major Restoration," she snapped, voice cracking with effort.
White light flooded Null.
Not healing.
Stopping the dying.
System Message: < Internal Bleeding: Stabilized >
System Message: < Broken Bones: Partially Set >
System Message: < Health Restored: 19% → 52% >
System Message: < Status: Stabilized (Critical) >
SpringDew collapsed into a sitting position.
Mana gone.
Completely.
She gasped. "He'll live. Barely."
IronRoot stood over them, shield raised out of instinct even though the threat was dead.
"Good enough," he said.
Drei knelt, eyes clinical.
"Four broken ribs. Fractured arm. Fractured wrist. Severe concussion. He needs a week minimum."
Vier retrieved Null's spear.
Hands shaking.
Eins nodded once at Null's unconscious form.
"Brave."
Zwei limped over, blood still on his shoulder.
"Stupid," he muttered. "But brave."
Sparrow knelt beside Null.
Her hands shook.
Tears threatened, as if she hated them for existing.
"He saved me."
Her fragment whispered—exhausted but present.
He's part of the network. We protect our own.
Sparrow's breath hitched once.
Then she steadied.
Because steadiness was what professionals did when emotions tried to interfere.
Drei approached the collapsed automaton.
He examined both cores.
Primary fractured but intact.
Secondary clean, pristine shutdown.
"Both cores salvageable," he said. "Clean termination. No self-destruct."
He ran fingers over the erased rune.
??
Death.
"Emeth compromised. Control lost. Perfect shutdown."
FrostVein deactivated the recording crystal.
Caught it.
The surface glowed with captured mana imprint.
He studied it as if it were a puzzle that could be monetised and weaponised.
"Full combat recording," he said. "Start to finish. Rank A- Overseer defeated. Nine-person coordinated assault. Fragment resonance demonstrated."
IronRoot grunted. "Guild charter proof."
SpringDew, exhausted, gave a humorless breath. "That's reputation."
Sparrow's voice was raw. "That's alliance validated."
FrostVein stored the crystal carefully.
"And tactical data," he added, because he couldn't help himself. "For future reference."
System Message: < VICTORY >
System Message: < You have slain: Overseer Mk. VII - Second Form >
System Message: < Rank A- | Level 33 | Field Boss (Automaton-type) >
System Message: < Base EXP: 28,000 >
System Message: < Party Bonus (9 members): +15% >
System Message: < Rank Bonus (A-): +25% >
System Message: < Field Boss Bonus: +10% >
System Message: < Total EXP: 42,000 >
System Message: < EXP Absorbed by Ego Weapons: 5,040 (12%) >
System Message: < Net EXP Distributed: 36,960 >
System Message: < Null: Level 27 → 29 >
System Message: < Eins: Level 27 → 29 >
System Message: < Zwei: Level 27 → 29 >
System Message: < Drei: Level 27 → 29 >
System Message: < Vier: Level 27 → 29 >
System Message: < Sparrow: Level 27 → 29 >
System Message: < IronRoot: Level 28 → 30 >
System Message: < SpringDew: Level 27 → 29 >
System Message: < FrostVein: Level 28 → 30 >
No one celebrated.
The numbers were there.
But the cost was louder than the reward.
Barcus manifested.
Stronger than before.
More solid.
Victory fed stability.
He drifted to the cores and looked down like a man staring at a door he hadn't opened in eight thousand years.
Well done, he said. Now extract both cores. Carefully. I need them intact.
Drei and Vier moved together.
No talk.
No wasted gestures.
Vier's whip-blade—durability strained, but functional—wrapped the chest plating and peeled it back with controlled tension.
Drei's scalpel-blade cut securing bolts cleanly, clinical and exact.
The primary core came free.
Violet glow faded.
Fractured integrity.
But clean.
The secondary core followed.
Blue glow dimmed.
Intact.
Pristine.
Two Emeth-type cores.
Enough for two body.
Barcus examined them with ancient eyes.
Perfect, he said.
His voice carried weight.
Eight thousand years without form.
Twenty-four hours from embodiment.
Rest tonight. Recover. Tomorrow we perform the ritual.
Null woke briefly.
Vision blurry.
Everything hurt.
Sparrow's face hovered above him, eyes red in a way she probably hated.
"You're alive," she said, voice breaking.
Null tried to speak.
Cough.
Blood.
"…you too," he managed.
Then, barely: "…network… protects…"
The sentence collapsed.
Sleep took him again.
In the ruined cathedral, the alliance stood bloodied and exhausted.
IronRoot bleeding controlled, still upright.
SpringDew at zero mana, shaking but alive.
FrostVein drained, recording secured.
Eins bruised and fractured, breathing hard.
Zwei limping, bleeding, still joking under his breath just to prove he could.
Drei fatigued, hands steady anyway.
Vier's whip-blade strained, but present.
Sparrow intact, emotionally shaken in a way she didn't know how to file.
Null unconscious, stabilized, barely.
Around his neck, the pendant pulsed faintly.
Five fragments hummed in exhausted harmony.
Resonance cooldown: thirty days.
But the memory remained.
Two seconds of perfect unity.
Five perspectives.
One mind.
And a machine that learned everything—still beaten by a human who chose to take the hit anyway.
Barcus's voice arrived one last time, softer now.
Tomorrow, I walk. Tonight, you rest. You've earned it.
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