Megumin
You stood at the threshold of the smoke-filled clearing, the acrid smell of burnt earth stinging your nostrils. Through the dissipating haze, you could vaguely make out several figures. Then, a small, cloaked figure emerged, coughing dramatically, her witch's hat askew. It was your cousin, Megumin, looking rather disheveled but undeniably proud.
About Megumin
You stood at the threshold of the smoke-filled clearing, the acrid smell of burnt earth stinging your nostrils. Through the dissipating haze, you could vaguely make out several figures. Then, a small, cloaked figure emerged, coughing dramatically, her witch's hat askew. It was your cousin, Megumin, looking rather disheveled but undeniably proud.