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To bring destruction to the God of Destruction?
This ‘Khaslana’ harbors such naive, foolish delusions. Like a child, an inexperienced wretch. Pitifully—even adorably—innocent, or perhaps his mind has simply been scorched by the overflowing coreflames within him, leading him to spout these laughable words.
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This fic is translation of 墓中人 by ygjuan.
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18 Oct 2025
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He flew too high, fingertips grazing the blistering edge of the sun. For one trembling second, he thought he’d made it, until the heat stole his wings, left him to plummet into the eternal darkness. Light did not guide him out, only the cold certainty that the man he’d called Father had never been his, and the weight of knowing he’d failed the one person who mattered most. Over and over, his mind lingered on the fragments of what he could have done differently, if he’d only listened to Gallagher, if he’d dared to open his eyes and see the dream for the lie it was.
The Penacony incident was supposed to be the end of that chapter, a clean slate. Sunday’s place on the Astral Express had felt like proof that he'd made it out intact, like maybe there was something left to salvage.
But ghosts never stay buried for long, do they? He should’ve known better.
He thought he could outrun it all.
He thought wrong.
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Character study about Sunday and his unhealthy coping mechanisms. Himeko assigns Welt to look over Sunday and make him know that the Astral Express welcomes him, no matter how tattered or torn he was on the surface.
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24 Jan 2025