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It [b]took[/b].

And so, it screamed. 

The Saint Graph was devoured, along with its “everything”. Information, mystery, memories, all such things were taken in by it. 

Ah, ah, ah-

So this was it. 

This was what it meant to be human. 

This joy at being able to feel.

This sorrow at its siblings not having the same. 

The hope for a brighter future. 

It understood, now. It understood what the hero felt at seeing his friend perish. It understood the anguish in the homunculus's eyes. It understood the excitement of its master. 

Power. Power, power, an overwhelming power. But more important than the power was the meaning behind it. This was the state that their master had sought for them to reach. This was the step needed for them to transcend their original designation and become something else. 

[color=7ea7d8][i]It's an easy 'form' to understand. That's why it's filled with primeval power. [/i][/color]

Its master's voice echoed along their connection.

[color=7ea7d8][i]If you want this name...don't die so easily. Tear everything apart. Change all substances into your own element. Mock the name of ■■■■■■■■■■ himself.[/i][/color]

[color=7ea7d8][i]You can stand on your own two feet now. Congratulations on your promotion to named partner, '■■■■■■■'.[/i][/color]

A name. 

No, a Unit Designation. 

Something changed. Something irreparably changed. From the outside, there was no discernable difference, but there was no doubt that something fundamental to its existence had changed. 

No longer a familiar. Now, it was its own being. 

Yes, for in this world, there exists that boy who can materialize the wishes of mankind, granting them a form. A wishgranter who creates illusions. A wishgranter who creates demons. 

Yes, for in this world, angels are known as supernatural beings that have been reclassified as angels or beings that have been given power by their master.

This being could be said to have become both.

It was something that did not belong in this world. Something impossible that had materialized. Something that was forever distant to those concepts held by others.

Imaginary demon. Materialized wish. Biological curse. Sixth Imaginary Aspect.

And, having been granted a name by its former master, having received a Unit Designation, it had transcended beyond its former limits.

Its form shifted, writhed, compressed. 

It assumed the body it had been granted at its birth, as now that body suited it all the more. A childlike laugh tore out of its body. 

From the distended figure of a man, it drew into itself, forming a whirling cacophony of black, a miniature tornado within which sat the alabaster eye that had consumed Yamato. 

...no. 

Not a tornado.

It was the hallmark of something entirely different. 

The "true form" of the demons that been painstakingly crafted and raised at the hands of Evan Strauss. The foremost exhibition of their nature and their purpose. And now, it was free. Free of a master, free of weakness, free of blindness. It was a being that could exceed its own nature and become something truly incredible. It was the herald of a new age. 

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[color=7ea7d8][i][h3]Congratulations on your promotion to named partner, 'Dragoon'.[/h3][/i][/color]

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