"Who...?" A question lingered in the air as the feeling of her head being pet was still being played vividly inside her mind.
She raised her right hand and placed it on top of her head, a bewildered noise escaping her lips.
Her flickering eyes calmed down as the original blue color returned, her emotions also stabilizing.
'My head... it's clear again.' It was almost as if all those previously poured emotions stopped rushing out, being contained inside her box of emotions again.
Her hand went over to her chest, just over her heart, the beating was constant, no quivers nor did her heart skip a beat.
"Sigh..." Inhaling then exhaling a breath of air, Danjin stayed kneeling, her face covered in unknown emotions.
Quite a lot of time had passed, now it seemed to be the afternoon, the sun was directly on top.
'That... wasn't me. I wouldn't suddenly started bawling my eyes out like that. Indeed, something controlled my emotions.'
Trying to hypnotize herself, she began to chant a short mantra.
"Phew..." With her feelings in order, Danjin stood. Her eyes bright and hopeful. After all, even though that emotional outbreak wasn't her fault, something... Someone, had helped her organized her emotions.
But as she looked around, nothing seemed out of place. Everything were where they were as when she first came in.
Danjin slipped her hands across the eroded furniture, a piece of wood falling as she does so, showing just how much it was on its last legs.
Perhaps a soft push would lead to entire thing crushing in on itself.
Well, that's not her problem since this wasn't even her own house to begin with. Plus, it was already abandoned, perhaps nobody but her had entered through the front door a couple of days ago.
But that... was quite suspicious in and of itself.
Nothing had touched this house since it was first abandoned.
Looking at the state it was in, there's no doubt that was quite a long time ago.
Years? Could it be Decades? There's also a chances that perhaps even Centuries had passed since the last resident entered this house.
...How about a Millennium? Before even the first Rinascitan ever step foot on the land that is know as the Realm of a Thousand Islands.
"...Too far fetched, but I can't deny the possibilities." Nothing is impossible if a Threnodian could also play a part in this mystery.
It was then that Danjin remembered something, the existence of the sword which repulsed her to no end to hold.
With a grave face and great hesitation, a sword materialized above her palm, one that constantly grips at her mind, yet never to harm her.
As it landed on her hand, she finally noticed it. The frequencies surrounding her which wasn't quite as to what she's used to.
It's quite erratic, seemingly trying to fill in a space that had once disappeared. Of course, this left Danjin feeling quite baffled, actually being able to notice the unnatural movements of the frequencies wasn't something she'd be able to do usually.
More so seeing this out of place phenomenon.
But as she looked at the tip of her blade, she finally saw it, a small white transparent string floating across the room, leading it to an empty space.
Seeing this, she felt like the sword is practically screaming at her to swing it, following the string as a guidance.
Placing the sword over her shoulder, she lowered her stance, preparing to swing her blade... But she didn't do it.
A soft voice had whispered into her ears. One that was barely audible and also barely loud enough for her to take notice.
Had she not concentrated, she wouldn't have heard it.
Although Danjin couldn't hear what the voice had said, she could somehow feel the emotions inside the words that was muttered.
It's like the voice was telling her, 'Don't do it, not yet.'
Perhaps that was exactly what it said, but she couldn't be certain.
Had the previous scenario not happen, the one in which she could vividly feel a hand landing on her head, she would've thought this situation was all in her imagination.
But clearly not, because the former case was in place.
Her stance did not change, the blade was still over her shoulder and her lower body was still preparing to take care of the balance after her swing.
A couple minutes of contemplation, many thoughts passed through Danjin's head.
Ultimately, she lowered her hand, the sword now hanging by her side.
"Hah... I don't think I'll last much longer like this. If another emotional outburst happens, I might just lose control entirely."
As a Resonator, losing control over one's emotion could lead to catastrophic end. Emotions are like the gate that separate the two state of Overclocking, and Sanity.
Because it isn't really a stretch to call a resonator that had already overclock a monster.
In rare cases, the resonators would still hold some form of sanity. In another more rarer case, the resonator would go through double awakening, further enhancing their Forte.
Of course, those only happens once in a lifetime. Sometimes, never at all.
Most resonators that overclock would undoubtedly die either due to their frequencies consuming them from inside out, or a team of resonators would be dispatched to take care of said resonator.
Danjin had never been on the verge of overclocking before.
Even though she believed that wholeheartedly, her heart aches the more she thinks about it.
'Have I really never overclocked?' She wondered to herself.
She doesn't know. What could even be categorized as her overclocking?
Would losing all senses count?
Would rampaging with no real goal count?
Would massacring villages upon villages of innocent people count?
"...As expected, I need to kill him." Thinking about all these really reminds herself of the culprit that had caused the destruction of her hometown in Huanglong.
She doesn't know what he looks like. But she's searching. She wanted to end her story with the death of her antagonist.
But this chapter of the story doesn't seem to want to end.
She doesn't want it to end just yet.
There's still the mysterious girl from her memories, the ones that had been tempered by a Threnodian.
Ah... Then...
Would killing said Threnodian save that little girl?
'...As expected, I'll need Rover's support after all. There's a Threnodian on the loose.'
By killing the Threnodian, the antagonist of this story, she'd be able to get her happy ending.
A happy ending hardly obtained through easy mean.
Perhaps there'd be sacrifice, perhaps she'd regret her decisions.
But she's determined to see through this to the end.
"I'll save you."
"Even in the bright bright blue sky... The moon is quite beautiful today, don't you think?"
"Even if I have to fight gods themselves."
"...Wait, Danjin! That Threnodian is me!?" A silent voice echoed inside an empty space which separates between fictions and realities, Screaming to the apparition that had entered her domain. Seemingly being ignored by her very own companion...
Heh.
"Don't laugh at me you bastard!!!!"