#splitcrxd 02

     Some people say that this world is just a really shitty game. A story with a beginning you can’t remember, no good end, no choices, and no point. Idia can see the logical throughline in that, and to a degree believes it’s true.

     Things have changed now that the robotic waifu from the Eternal Tree has started blotting out the sky. Or rather, now that there’s a path to defeat her. A clearly defined good ending; kill the clones, weaken the original, and either burn away her impurities or eliminate her outright. This is something Idia, the eighteen-year-old one, can clearly understand. It took him about a week of running for his life, but he’s here now.

     Both Idias are walking through the residential areas of Cotes. One has a floating skull brushing against his fingertips; the other has at least three different kinds of firearm.

     “If we have to have backup, I’d rather it be one of my classmates,” Idia offers. At least he knows, kind of, what they can do.

     “One?” The Other Idia scoffs. “We’ll need more than that.”

     There’s no shortage of strong people who go to that school, but someone in Heartslabyul can duplicate themselves, right? Who was it... Idia pouts a bit, trying to recall. So many people have so many weird brands of unique magic.

     Fortunately, providence offers an answer, just now coming into their line of sight.