Each chapter contains some extra artwork for it. One for the start, one for the end.
They have a random chance to appear on the title screen after completing the chapter.
Below is one of the music tracks from this chapter that's noteworthy.
- Sentinel Savior -
- Weapon Type: 1H Sword -
A healer android affiliated with YoRHa.
Independently stationed at a base built on the moon, this unit's primary duties include the adjustment and repair of mechanical objects under her purview. Though lazy and rough around the edges, she feels profound appreciation toward the weapon memories that have provided her with support throughout the many long days she's spent in the base.
How much longer must I keep up this pointless routine?
I waste yet another day performing my rounds in a perfunctory fashion.
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Why does she hide why we're here?
I waste yet another day unable to confront her, instead sticking to superficial conversation.
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What is it that pushes me forward despite knowing my effort will amount to nothing?
I waste yet another day following vague hints in an attempt to unravel this mystery.
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How could anyone stay still when all the answers they seek lie just beyond that door?
And that is why today will be the day I finally...
- Abstract Savior -
- Weapon Type: 1H Sword -
God and angels are said to reside somewhere above the sky, watching over us. But why create people and simply observe them?
I am allowed to do nothing here on the moon but observe, because once the people realized there was no God, they burdened me with the duty of becoming their makeshift mechanical angel.
But if I must take this role, then... Please.
Speak of me. Paint my likeness.
Write about me. Carve me into stone.
Sing of me. Call for me.
Please. Please realize...that I am here.
In those trembling hands lay the girl's clear resolution. The fates of all the stories she has read have been left to her.
Stories are memories, the very scars of life.
From small favors to great deeds, history is made.
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She once believed herself the protagonist in one of those tales, a lone hero who prayed for humanity's revival in her prison of a castle on the barren moon. She believed her burden would be left behind for others to read.
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But she was more puppet than hero, a mere machine incapable of holding every tale of human history. When she realized this, a thought came to her: perhaps people were created to entertain God with stories.
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What, then, is God? Humanity? Her creators? Some other being who observes her? Regardless, she knows that once a tale is born, it will reach someone. And so she hopes to leave her own memories, proof of her existence, her journey.
