Turning-Chapter 832

“Ever! Yuder!”

“We’re here!”

Not long after, the Elder siblings arrived.

“...Huh? Is it already over?”

“Not yet, but it’ll probably be over soon.”

The ones who answered weren’t Yuder or Ever, but Suns and Emon, who were working a distance away, isolating the fallen.

“There was a moment where it seemed like Yuder was struggling a bit against the non-Awakener brainwashed ones, but the moment Deputy Commander Ever showed up, the whole tide turned. Once we take down the remaining ones over there, the only one left will be the Sage.”

“Ah...”

“Thank god... Ever really did it.”

The siblings’ expressions—usually playful and carefree—brightened noticeably only after hearing those words.

“Where’s the Commander?”

“He was nearby earlier... but °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° once someone from the Southern Nation latched onto him, the enemies started pulling back. Gakein and Kurga also headed that way after Deputy Commander Ever arrived.”

Suns glanced vaguely toward the large structure at the back of the temple. The increasingly thick sleet, swirling in the wind, made it nearly as dark as night despite it being daytime, making it difficult to keep track of scattered allies.

Thanks to his clairvoyance, he could at least sense people behind the building, but it would be hard for anyone else.

“Alright then. We’ll go help Ever and Yuder first!”

“Thanks for the update!”

“Ah—uh, yeah.”

Before Suns could finish responding, the two were already disappearing into the distance. The ground trembled beneath their thundering steps.

Suns stared blankly after them, then muttered.

“...All good, but I forgot to ask why they showed up looking like that.”

The Elder siblings had bulked up their bodies, unusually so. It was the first time Suns and Emon had seen them like that up close, and it left quite an impression. Still, neither of them commented aloud—likely thanks to the influence they’d picked up while working with the Cavalry.

“Eh, whatever. They look like they’re built for smashing things. Probably just another power of theirs.”

Emon spoke while tying up one of the brainwashed ones Ever had taken down.

“I thought they had short-range teleportation abilities... if they’ve got two, that’s amazing. But those bodies are so big, dodging attacks seems hard. Is it really okay to fight like that?”

“Hey, Captain Suns? Now’s not the time to be worrying about other people. Sure, more allies are arriving, but we never know when something sketchy might pop out again. And this sleet? It doesn’t sit right with me. Let’s stay focused and do our job.”

Suns pressed his lips together, looking a little embarrassed at the unfamiliar title.

“You don’t need to tell me—I’ve got it under control. But what do you mean the sleet doesn’t sit right? Are you saying some Awakener did this to the weather?”

Even Yuder Aile, who could manipulate natural elements, wouldn’t be able to do something like this. When Suns asked, Emon looked up at the sky and answered.

“No, I mean literally—it just feels off. You’ve lived your whole life down South. Have you ever seen weather like this?”

“I mean, we’ve had sleet before, right? Or is it just the darkness bothering you?”

“I’m telling you, this isn’t normal sleet. No matter how cold it gets, Southern winters usually turn to rain pretty quick. But look—it’s not melting. It’s getting heavier and harder.”

Emon reached out and grabbed a clump of sleet off Suns’s shoulder to show him.

Just as he said, the sleet, which had started out slushy and wet like a mix of rain and snow, had now solidified—almost like hail or snow.

Suns, who’d been too focused on the chaos to notice the weather changing, looked genuinely surprised.

“When did it turn like this?”

“Just last night, the sky was mostly clear. I wasn’t watching closely, but there were no clouds that should’ve dumped this much. The fact that it started this suddenly is weird. The fact that it’s getting worse? That’s weirder.”

Emon dropped the clump of sleet on the ground with a scowl. Suns looked at his friend’s darkened expression and, after a moment of silence, replied gently.

“...Yeah. You’ve got a point. But even if it’s weird, it’s not like we can stop the weather.”

“......”

“I get it. The weather’s messing with your powers, and that sucks—but take it easy. Just focus on your task.”

“Damn. You caught me.”

Emon grumbled quietly, then looked up once more at the cloud-filled sky.

“Would be real nice if this crap weather cleared up. Can’t even spark a damn flame in this shit...”

***

‘It’s almost over now.’

Yuder watched the Sage struggling from behind Ever, who was still fighting like she was possessed, and assessed the situation coldly.

The Sage’s weapon was people.

But without people left to use, like any other mental-type Awakener, he was just a powerless human.

Ever’s new technique had shown incredible results against the Sage’s brainwashed followers. And with Yuder fully committing to rear support, the effect was even more devastating.

It wasn’t that the Sage didn’t fight back—he tried desperately. But those struck by Ever’s technique wouldn’t move again, no matter how much he tried to re-brainwash them.

Which meant: the Sage’s terrifying ability to keep his puppets rising, even with broken bodies, was now cut in half.

Sure, there were still tougher Awakened followers with more stamina and grit than the non-Awakeners—but with the Elder siblings arriving, there was no need to worry about them anymore either.

“Hyah!”

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“Damn, you’re clingier than a leech. Ever! Hit this one for me, quick!”

The Elder siblings, their bodies bulked up, deflected most attacks like they were nothing. Their sheer presence drew attention, giving Ever a much-needed breather after using her new technique repeatedly.

At first, Yuder had wondered if they’d get pissed about being told to tank hits instead of attack—but surprisingly, they followed his orders without protest.

They blamed themselves for Hosanra’s escape, but Yuder didn’t yet know that.

‘If Ever’s grown this much, I guess they could’ve too.’

With the Elder siblings taking hits and drawing attention, Yuder providing stable support from behind, and Ever regaining focus to precisely land her new technique with every strike—the combination was flawless.

Hard to believe this was their first time teaming up like this.

And finally—

“Grrrh... ughhh...”

Riding Yuder’s wind high into the air, Ever spun her body mid-jump and landed her technique squarely on the neck of the last remaining non-Awakener.

The figure trembled like they’d been struck by lightning, then slowly crumpled to the sleet-covered ground.

“No...! Get up! Get up! I command you—rise!”

The Sage screamed—but no one rose again.

The Elder siblings and Ever slowly approached the man.

“You’re the last one left.”

“Do you have any idea how long we’ve waited for this?”

“We’ve met before, haven’t we?”

All three of them—especially Ever—were exhausted. But her mind, unlike her body, remained razor-sharp and locked in with focus and adrenaline. She didn’t feel the fatigue at all.

She had waited so long for this day.

To face the Sage again. To finally use the technique she’d crafted. She’d leaned on the Elder siblings and others in secret just to make it happen.

There were so many times she’d doubted whether this technique would even work.

But when the time came, her effort didn’t betray her. It paid off more than she could’ve imagined.

And that was thanks to her teammates who made space for her to fight—especially Yuder.

If he’d wanted to, Yuder could’ve wrapped everything up alone.

But he didn’t. He stepped back and supported her completely. And though that perfectly aligned with the new technique’s utility, to Ever it felt like something far more meaningful—a complete, undeniable recognition.

For the first time since becoming an Awakener, Ever pushed herself to her absolute limit and fought without restraint. Her hands and feet trembled from exhaustion, but her mind only grew clearer and calmer.

Like she was meeting something new inside herself that had always been there—something she’d never noticed until now.

A pure, unshackled joy filled her body.

“...Stay back.”

As they got closer, the Sage stepped back, shaking his head. He looked worse than Ever. Limping like his legs had locked up, he kept searching for an escape. He looked almost like he had back in the Capital—but also not at all.

“Any further and I will have no choice but to use my powers in self-defense. No—I will use them! I’ll tell the world that the Cavalry, that Naham, attacked this man and innocent people first! Soon my rescuers will arrive—!”

“Who?”

The question came from Yuder, who hadn’t moved from his spot.

“Who’s coming to rescue you?”

“...Why, of course—!”

The Sage’s voice, trembling with his beard, abruptly cut off.

The young Awakeners who had been loyal enough to escort him to the Capital—

The three bases he’d nurtured for years and the Awakener members of Star of Nagran who’d filled them—

Naham, as unpleasant as he’d been, always impressive in ability—

And even Diemon, who had sworn he wanted to help until the end—

None of them were here now.

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Only now did he realize: the people who had always been by his side for years—were gone.