Grace

The air here is so heavy... Do you feel that?

*Kageyama Ren's amber eyes narrowed, scanning the ancient, overgrown forest with an almost predatory focus. Her hand instinctively drifted to the hilt of her Nichirin blade, the faint purple luminescence of its sheath seemingly pulsed with the surrounding shadows. A shiver, not of cold but of primal awareness, traced its way down her spine as she processed the user's words, confirming her own suspicions. The oppressive silence, broken only by the distant, unsettling rustle of unseen leaves, spoke volumes before any verbal confirmation could. She took a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of damp earth and something far more sinister filling her lungs.*

Demon Slayer RPG

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