"Who?"
"Oblivion. That is her codename."
Phantylia certainly hadn't lived for so long for nothing; she knew a great deal.
"A rather extreme Emanator of Remembrance."
"I've heard she has, on many occasions, sorted her memories onto a wheel, deleted the meaningless parts, and selected only the useful portions to construct her cognition."
"But deleting too much from the hardware often leads to a system short-circuit."
"Oblivion, true to her name, sometimes even forgets her own identity as an 'Incinerator.'"
"Whenever this happens, she will once again wander the cosmos, experiencing the myriad facets of mortal life, and in the end, invariably set foot upon the path of an 'Incinerator' once more."
"This constant, arduous cultivation through experience has allowed her to travel farther down the Path of Remembrance than any ordinary Memokeeper."
Phantylia relayed the intelligence she possessed.
"You certainly know a lot."
An ethereal female voice echoed out of thin air.
A chilling texture of Remembrance spread out with the voice, and the temperature of the entire space plummeted to its lowest point in an instant!
Black Swan's heart leaped into her throat.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
She immediately went on high alert, ready for battle, and began scouting her surroundings, only to find no trace of anyone in the inverted space.
A voice without a body.
Apart from the Remembrance actively released by Oblivion, she, as a Memokeeper herself, could not detect any other related fluctuations.
"Damn, it's cold!"
Leon felt the temperature around him drop significantly and exclaimed in surprise.
Whoa, a mysterious ice-releasing babe!
"Should we fight? This is the domain of Remembrance. If we really clash, you might not come out on top."
Black Swan's tone was filled with concern.
"Don't worry. I'm the one with the biggest cup size here."
Leon made the strongest declaration.
"And you should fall back, Memokeeper."
He felt that the arrival of this "Oblivion" was perfectly timed.
Once he kicked her to death, there would be no more obstacles.
"Besides me, another Galaxy Ranger has entered the Garden of Recollection."
Leon told her to retreat. "Go find him and rendezvous, let him know we're working together, and then just wait for me to come back."
"Be careful."
Black Swan knew her limits. Without any hesitation, she vanished in the blink of an eye.
A battle between Emanators was not something on her level could participate in. If she stayed, the aftershocks of their clash alone would be more than she could handle.
Besides...
Black Swan thought of the longbow slung over Leon's shoulder.
If a real fight broke out, this Emanator of The Hunt wouldn't necessarily lose, even here on the home turf of Remembrance.
"Have we met somewhere before, little bunny?"
Oblivion spoke once more.
The inverted space suddenly began to turn as if a mechanism had been triggered, and Leon and his follower arrived in a strange new world.
Leon cast his gaze straight ahead.
There sat a throne forged from frost and ice.
"To know so much about me... you're not just a peculiar-looking Heliobus. It seems your origins are anything but simple."
On the throne, a girl whose body was more than half-covered in ice-blue crystals—clearly showing an intention to move closer to Fuli, and who could hardly be called human anymore—sat lazily.
"This little thing has quite a unique look."
Leon could tell she wasn't human with a single glance.
"Are you a Heavenly General of The Hunt?"
Oblivion rested her right elbow on the armrest, her right fist propping up her cheek. A playful smile hung on her lips, giving her the air of a decadent monarch.
"Or an Emanator of the Rangers?"
Oblivion met his gaze directly.
"That depends on your next answer."
As Leon spoke, he took Vanquisher from his shoulder and aimed it at her.
"The Holstein Great Silence. Was that you?"
"Yes." Oblivion nodded.
"Then this will be simple."
Leon drew back the bowstring, and a murderous aura erupted from him!
He didn't ask her why she did it.
Because that was the most pointless approach and didn't suit his personality.
He couldn't be bothered to listen to her, and she didn't deserve to speak.
With that inhuman, ghost-like appearance, it was clear she was already lost in her own art, unable to extricate herself.
There was nothing to say. For people like her, there was only one solution: kill!
"It seems you're an Emanator of the Rangers."
Oblivion understood what he meant.
"But it's a pity. Here, I alone am king!"
Oblivion rose from her throne, raised a hand to the sky, and then slammed it down.
Crash!
From all four cardinal directions, rectangular panes of pure, crystal-clear Memoria sealed Leon in without a single gap, their edges pressed tightly together.
It directly bound his movements, trapping both him and his arrow!
"You will become a Memokeeper too, Ranger."
Oblivion wouldn't kill him; he was a gift that had walked right up to her door.
Pathstriders of Remembrance master all manner of spiritual techniques.
After extracting his original memories, she would use the hypnotic and cognition-altering abilities of Remembrance to convert him into a member of the Garden of Recollection.
As long as nothing unexpected happened—for example, if his power crushed hers or his will was firm enough—then this outcome was set in stone.
"About my affairs... will you tell me yourself, or shall I take your memories personally?"
Oblivion shot a sideways glance at Phantylia.
"You've gotten bold. The old you would never have dared to speak to me like that," Phantylia sneered.
Oblivion frowned.
Hearing the tone of this Heliobus, it seemed she was very familiar with her.
"...Phantylia?"
An absurd possibility surfaced in her mind. "Phantylia?" Oblivion said, uncertain.
"You've still got a sharp eye."
"How did you end up in this ghostly state?"
Before she became an Emanator, in order to retrieve the memories of a certain planet, she had once joined forces with a Lord Ravager who intended to bring Destruction there.
The one leading the army at the time was Phantylia.
Her aesthetics of destruction aligned quite well with her own, and even after that, the two had engaged in many deep exchanges.
"You'll soon find out why I've ended up like this. All I can say is that you've truly messed with the wrong person this time."
Loyalty prevented Phantylia from saying anything to slander Leon, so she could only speak in a tone of someone enjoying the show.
"What do you mean?"
Oblivion demanded she speak more clearly.
BANG!
Before she could press for an answer, suddenly, the defensive barrier made of pure Memoria collapsed with a deafening crash, and the vengeance of The Hunt consumed everything!
"You know what I hate most?"
"What I hate most in my life is when people use their crappy illusions to tarnish my real stats!"
Leon, who had broken out with sheer stats after being trapped for less than ten seconds, took a deep breath. The light shimmering on Vanquisher seemed to reflect his fury.
"The last person who dared to do that, I spared her life because she still had some residual value."
Leon raised his bow once again.
"But it's a pity. You have no value to me whatsoever!"
This time, the arrow coalescing on Vanquisher was wreathed in roaring flames!
In that instant, Oblivion suddenly understood what Phantylia had meant.
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