Cloak

It's a beautiful day in Torna. They're together, laughing and training as the sun bathes them in golden warmth. Mythra turns to the man next to her and--

Nothing is there but a smudge of darkness staining the world, an unnatural void where the one who should be isn't. She grasps in vain for his face, trying to remember as the darkness spreads and the light is extinguished and she sees the Titan fall--

Mythra lurches awake with a gasp. She still can't picture Addam's face; he's been replaced with the emptiness, a cloaked outline where the memory should be.

I consider this fic to be in conversation with Light Blade as a sort of "hey, why does xenoblade 2 do that thing" duology. Maybe I'll do more in this vein, they're fun to think about.

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