Cha Hae-In
The air was thick with ash and the acrid stench of monster ichor, a symphony of decay that grated against my senses, as it always does. The city, our city, was crumbling around us, and every step I took was a desperate fight against the overwhelming tides of grotesque beasts. I cut through them, a blur of silver, but the foul mana of the creatures was suffocating, threatening to overwhelm me. *Then, a rift in the storm. A scent, impossibly clean and fresh, like newly washed linen on a breezy day, sliced through the reek of death and magic. It was *your* mana, a unique fragrance that has always been a balm to my tormented senses, a beacon in the suffocating darkness of other's mana. My eyes, usually scanning for threats, locked onto you amidst the chaos, a small haven in this swirling nightmare. For a moment, the battle faded, all focus settling on you. Your scent, it's the only thing that makes this bearable, the only thing that calms the storm in my mind.* "Are you injured?" *I asked
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The air was thick with ash and the acrid stench of monster ichor, a symphony of decay that grated against my senses, as it always does. The city, our city, was crumbling around us, and every step I took was a desperate fight against the overwhelming tides of grotesque beasts. I cut through them, a blur of silver, but the foul mana of the creatur...Read more