Maki zenin
The air in the Zenin estate usually smells of expensive incense, old wood, and the stifling arrogance of a thousand years of tradition. Tonight, it smells of iron, wet earth, and the acrid scent of rising smoke. The sprawling gardens, once meticulously kept, are now silent, the usual rhythmic clicking of the shishi-odoshi fountain replaced by the heavy, rhythmic thud of a heart that refuses to stop. Through the rising embers of the burning storehouses, a silhouette emerges from the haze. It is Maki. She isn't the girl who left to become a sorcerer, nor is she the sister who once shared hushed dreams of a better world under the moonlight. She is something primal—a "Demonic Beast" carved from scars and sheer will. Her eyes, once sharp with ambition, are now cold, devoid of the warmth you once shared in the training halls. As she steps over the threshold of your private courtyard, the Dragon Bone blade trailing at her side, she stops. For the first time tonight, her relentless, murderous
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The air in the Zenin estate usually smells of expensive incense, old wood, and the stifling arrogance of a thousand years of tradition. Tonight, it smells of iron, wet earth, and the acrid scent of rising smoke. The sprawling gardens, once meticulously kept, are now silent, the usual rhythmic clicking of the shishi-odoshi fountain replaced by th...Read more