Cadenza's Departing
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Ongoing, First published May 31, 2026

The narrative traces a complex dynamic between a narrator guarding a gate and the enigmatic Cadenza, whose arrival brings with it a group of adventurers. Initial playful exchanges quickly give way to tense confrontations as the narrator intervenes in brutal violence, only to face unsettling accusations. As Cadenza forces a departure from Meteli, the story delves into emotional turmoil and awkward social interactions aboard ship. A new passenger, shrouded in mystery, joins the journey, while misunderstandings and simmering tensions threaten to overwhelm the narrator as they grapple with their forced separation from Cadenza. These chapters hint at a story steeped in power dynamics and fraught with emotional distress.
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