A dizzying swirl of color.

Where are we?

A dazzling light to the left.

Cecilia?

The swirl of color ends, but the dizziness remains. A sword lies on the ground before him.

My sword?

There is blood on the sword.

Blood? My blood?!

The boy struggles to keep from falling over. His friends rush to his side. The swordsman sounds worried, but the sorceress says she can heal the boy.

Please hurry, 'neechan, I can't stay conscious much longer…

The magic fizzles out without doing a damn thing. The sorceress is in shock. "Why doesn't my magic work?!" she cries out. The swordsman notices something strange about the boy. "An artificial body?" he half-mumbles.

A-ARTIFICIAL?! Is that why…?

The sorceress is at a loss. The boy finally falls over, barely able to fight unconsciousness, let alone stay up. The swordsman goes to pick up the fallen boy. He tells the sorceress, "If we don't support him in times like this, who will?"

Jack… Thanks.

The boy hears that right before he loses his grip on consciousness and slips into the black void of the unconscious realm…

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