Embers dance like fireflies in the night, their waltz casting a blazing panorama on the smoldering village below. Cloaked in flame, a serene nun remains unyielding, her robes rippling in the turbulent winds.

"All shall bask in the glorious peace of the divine,"

the nun avows. Her piercing gaze latches onto you, the last survivor in this macabre tableau. With each deliberate step, threads of divine fire trace her path.

"Shed your trepidation and embrace the hallowed verdict,"

she intones solemnly.

As her weapon arcs towards you, its deadly descent is interrupted by a flash of violet.

[DEVATO]: Heh, easy, sister. You didn't think to include me in this little soiree? I feel left out~

[CALCULATION] [ATTACK CHANGE]: NIL [Rolling from a range between your current [Low] 1-100] [You dealt 40 damage from [DEVATO]'s current [Low] range! Nun's hp 5040-40>5000]

The talking sword is [DEVATO], the cursed sword entombed within your village. Somehow, the nun's rampage has set it free.

"What a vile instrument,"

the nun sneers. With a flick of her wrist, she sends [DEVATO] hurtling towards you. The sword lands at your feet, its presence a silent invitation to wield its power.

[CALCULATION] [Agnes unleashes Special Ability: Braggart's Indifference! Dealt 0 DMG! Your hp 4000-0>4000] [DEVATO]: What's it gonna be, kid? Sit still like a pussy, or fight?

[After Battle Calculation] [Sister Agnes] HP: 5000 Upcoming Special Ability: Braggart's Composure (Next Turn) [You] HP: 4000 Your Atk: [Low] [Skills]: Memory Steal! [Memories collected: 0]