i wish you could read the chapters as we do. it was magnificent.

well whata cute resolution to the bigaass threat of untold calamities, the dice are loaded, very heavyly loaded!!!, fine, the dice have spoken(lol), and so the horns live still, wonder if calruz would join. Well that just made them gold rank, but ksmr didnt level up?, i suppose a reconstruction is in order, cant think of something that meshes with ant and skirmisher tho, tfc.

Yvlon turned her head as she ran. And she felt the Creler’s amusement at all that had come before it. The useless bloodshed and hatred. It exposed her flaws with its magnificent, terrible, simple evil. Everything paled beside it.

Look at me, it laughed. Look, and see how petty your squabbles are. How futile your hopes and dreams. I am the end of all things. I shall consume the world and leave naught behind. I am your death.

One of the few villains in this book that is just pure evil with no redemption, and it is good at it, pure terror and dread from the moment it started emerging from the ground a chapter ago.

She swung her sword, hitting the same spot. And the adult looked down at her. Yvlon stared up as the creature moved, hundreds of segments shifting, sunken eyes staring. Laughing with hideous glee.

She swung again. And she saw a flash of movement. A cutting limb. She twisted. Felt something touch—her—

Yvlon looked down. Her right arm was gone.

It took her arm off so quickly she didn’t even notice, and then it’s simply a matter-of-fact statement, her arm is gone. It makes these normally important and powerful characters feel so mortal in the face of the horror from Rhir, good writing.

“You can make it. My quick [Skirmisher]. My friend. I can’t.”

Has Yvlon ever explicitly called Ksmvr a “friend” before? Definitely not as much as in this chapter, it seems to me she’s ever finally realising (or becoming more open about) how close she’s grown to her perceived enemy, an antinium, good development.

She wasn’t scared of the bones any longer. They were just bones. She’d been so silly. But she was afraid. She saw the fear in his eyes.

Montressa and Pisces put their differences behind themselves in the face of a far greater horror. Although Montressa hasn’t been around very long and she’s been an annoying villain for most of this time I think this chapter successfully humanised her, redeemed her even, more great character development.

“Impossible. A Frostmarrow Behemoth.”

Az’kerash recognising the construct that Pisces and Ceria made together is very interesting. Has he made one before? Or attempted to make one and failed, hence the “impossible”…

“Who—who is this team? Who did this?”

The Gold-rank Gnoll demanded. She looked at the adventurers. At the Frostmarrow Behemoth’s fading remains. At the dead Crelers. Grimalkin knelt, reaching for an antidote.

“The Horns of Hammerad.”

They truly deserve the recognition, I can’t wait to see them go on more gold rank missions, or maybe take a long break after all that, they’d deserve that too. It’s good to see the Horns moving up!

Skin made of metal. Imitating the flesh she had once had. But—her arms were half armor too, flesh turning to angular armor. But it was all her. The armor made of her very body.

Her arms were silver and steel.

[Conditions Met: Wounded Warrior ? Silversteel Armsmistress Class!]

Yvlon finally being freed from her worsening arms is great, I liked this chapter’s focus on her and this feels like an amazing conclusion and emotional climax to her arc. Seeing the properties of the new class will be very interesting, as well, I wonder if the other members got unique skills or perhaps class changes – Ceria in particular with her new ice aura.

“Her right hand held her wand. Her hand of bone held Pisces’ hand.”

Ceria’s bone hand is her right one.

The crelers arrived at the door at that time point. Hers was the only dangersense that went off because its her door, which she has a connection to.

It’s possible that the smaller crelers just aren’t that massive. Much of their bodies seems to be almost jelly-like, rather than anything solid. If the only solid bits are the carapace on their legs and their backs/heads, they could have fairly low mass, who chose would mean lots could come through the door.

Geneva likely wouldn’t have been able to do anything: there literally wasn’t enough bone left in her arms to keep them solid. Removing the metal – whether by Geneva or Pisces – would have left the bones so fragile they’d just fall apart. It was never a matter of if it could be done at all, but one of keeping her arms functional afterwards.