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(There don't seem to be any other clues around here... I need to figure out how to activate the device in front of me.)
And then Durandal activated the device.
When you open your eyes again.
She suddenly appeared in a familiar sanatorium.
"The sanatorium in Sochi, I miss it so much."
In the lobby of the sanatorium.
Durandal encountered a strange, enormous doll.
"Hello?"
"Hmm? Who are you? Although I have a bad memory, I don't think I've seen you around here before."
Durandal briefly introduced herself.
"So, who are you?"
"Me? I must be a consciousness that has forgotten even its own name and appearance. What do I look like to you?"
“A giant rag doll.”
"A doll? Let me guess... Is it Houmu? Oh no, maybe it's Houla?"
"Um...why don't you just look down at yourself and see?"
"Well, that's because I can't see myself."
The giant doll sighed.
But what she said made countless viewers, including Durandal, feel a chill.
An inexplicable and eerie atmosphere spread.
"Because I have completely forgotten what I look like and my name. In this space, forgetting means being lost."
[March 7th: This place can trap people for a very, very long time, slowly eroding everything they have?!]
[Honkai Impact 3rd - Bronya: What a huge Homura!!]
[Qin: Forgetting means being lost... What a terrifying space...]
Wendy: I guess you can't feel the passage of time here either...
Kiana: I don't even remember what I look like, and I can't even see myself... This is too tragic!
Durandal: But... why this sanatorium...?
[Rita: Be careful... Lady Durandal.]
Theresa: What a terrifying space!
[Furina: As long as you come back safely!]
[Hu Tao: This is like being exiled to an eternal hell!]
In the chat group.
Everyone was wary of this terrifying space.
When a person loses all their memories, even forgetting who they are and what they look like.
Is that person... still himself?!
This is absolutely a terrible hell!
Forgotten Hell!
And in the picture.
The giant rag doll was still eerily recounting its situation.
"When I look at my own body, let's put it this way, what I see is just a semi-transparent... frosted glass figure?"
"Hey, don't make that face. Once you get used to it, it's not inconvenient at all."
The giant plush toy stretched as it spoke.
Durandal was also somewhat helpless.
He pulled out the notes he had collected along the way.
"Did you leave these photos and notes?"
The giant plush toy stared blankly at the photos and notes before it, with a huge, yellow plush toy standing out prominently in the middle.
But it froze when it saw the handwriting on the note.
"This...is indeed my handwriting...but I'm sorry, I have absolutely no memory of the experiences recorded on it."
"Since I left those words... then at least it shows that I've been to the deepest part of this place alone many times!"
"Great! I suddenly feel confident!"
"Come, let me find the clues, the memories, and the path to freedom!"
While talking.
The puppet's tone was full of fighting spirit.
However, countless viewers still watched Durandal on the screen with great concern.
A space powerful enough to erase everything, a space that makes one forget everything...
Can Durandal escape in time... and stop Otto?
And Theresa falling from the sky... What on earth is going on?!
And soon
As the two continued their search...
The two found fragments of memories one by one.
"I never get tired of looking at that sleeping face..."
A male voice muttered to itself.
"But it's time to get up, Karen—"
"...Hey! You stinky old man, tickling is against the rules!"
The little girl's lively laughter immediately followed.
"Oh, have you forgotten? This is how I woke you up when you were two or three years old."
"Then you made me cry, and my mom and the others got so angry that they dragged you out—you think no one has ever told me that?"
"Is that so...? I don't remember that..."
The man gave an awkward laugh.
"Hehe, let's not talk about that. Dad's unusually free today, how about we go for a morning workout together?"
"Then... Dad, would you be willing to teach me the real Kaslana Gunfighting?"
"Hmm? Could it be that what you learned at school was a fake Kaslana Gunfight Technique?"
"(cjdd) Hmph... The few boring kung fu moves taught in school are nowhere near as exciting as the forty-eight moves you use, Dad."
"...That's where you're wrong, Karen. The basics are the foundation of everything. The so-called sixteen, twenty-four, or forty-eight styles are merely natural extensions of them. Don't believe me? How about we spar? I'll only use the three basic moves of Kaslana Gunfu, while you can use any style. If I lose, I'll teach you all the secrets of Kaslana Gunfu in one go, how about that?"
"Hmph! You said it yourself, don't you dare go back on your word!"
"Hehe, it's a deal."
The fragments of memory then fell into darkness.
All the viewers were also surprised by the appearance of this memory of Kallen.
[Silver Wolf: This is... Kallen Kaslana?!]
[March 7th: Kaslana's gun-fu, it really is Kallen!!]
Theresa: How could... there be a Saintess??
Kiana: How come there are fragments of Kallen's memories in this space?!
[Honkai Impact 3rd - Himeko: Could it be... Kallen also visited this imaginary space??]
[Ningguang: But according to history, Kallen already died in that Honkai Beast incident...]
[Furina: What on earth is going on??]
The chat group was in an uproar.
In a pure white space.
Karen saw fragments of her own memories appear.
It was a moment of disorientation.
She didn't know... why Durandal found fragments of her memories in this imaginary space!
But one thing she was certain of was...
This is indeed her own childhood memory!
Back then, my father... was still...
shook his head.
Karen suppressed the sadness that welled up inside her.
But what followed was also a heavy burden.
Time goes by.
Both he and his father left this world one after the other.
Otto was left alone to search.
Now, Otto has also gone astray.
At this moment, what Kallen desires most is not resurrection.
It is Durandal and Kiana of the Hyperion who can truly stop Otto!
Stop him from destroying the world!
Stop him... He'll stop at nothing to resurrect himself!!
Karen doesn't want to regain her life at the cost of the entire world!
I don't want Otto to bear such sins and infamy!
He's Otto!
Otto Apokalis!
The head of one of the three great families of destiny!
The Archbishop of Destiny!
What he should do... is protect humanity! It should fight against the Honkai! It should become a... hero!!
And in the picture.
Memories of Karen.
Durandal was also puzzled.
He pondered and said
"A new name has appeared in this memory."
"Yes, that little girl is named Karen, and she practices Kaslana Gunfighting with her father."
Do you know anything about these two names?
"No... I can't remember where I heard it before. But... there's a strange feeling about it. Whenever I silently repeat the words 'Kaslana Gunfighting Technique' in my mind, I feel like my blood is rushing to my head."
Hearing the giant puppet say these words.
Yulandel seemed lost in thought.