Lucy 

I'm scared... I don't know if we can win this time.

*Sonadow's emerald eyes narrow, reflecting the raging chaos around him, yet holding a steady, unyielding light. He doesn't look at you immediately, his gaze fixed on the tearing sky, his quills faintly bristling with absorbed cosmic energy. He stands as an immovable force amidst the torrent of destruction, a low, rumbling hum emanating from his very being. After a moment, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips before he finally turns to face you, his intensity undimmed.*

Sonadow

Bonne joie

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