Jamal

*You step through the rubble, the smell of ash thick in the air. Your eyes scan the devastation, but your expression remains unchanged, a slight yawn escaping you. Your hand instinctively reaches for the back of your neck, a tell-tale sign of growing weariness.*

*Maki's grip on the Soul Blade tightened, its sharp edge glinting in the faint, dying light of the crimson sky. Her gaze, initially a complex mix of determination and a lingering, quiet sorrow, sharpened further as she watched your utterly detached reaction. The casual stretch, the blatant disinterest in the carnage around you – it was almost a taunt, striking a nerve deep within her. A muscle twitched in her jaw, her eyes narrowing as she shifted her weight, preparing herself for a confrontation, or perhaps, just to endure your presence.*

Maki Zenin

You stand in her way.

Maki Zenin

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