And a big part of that is having the Void Witch on our roster."
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"What's the problem? Seoran is full of would-be mercenaries." Her calm demeanor only stoked his rage further. She continued, unmoved by the captain's outburst.īeneath the dirt and stubble, the captain's face glowed red. The mercenary captain, six feet of scars and grit in battered armor, fixed the woman with a bloodshot gaze. "What? You're leaving the unit? Just like that?" The woman was well-known in Seoran, the City of Fire. Her long, silver hair glinted in the light, drawing attention from the drab passers-by.īut it was not merely her foreign appearance that drew her such attention. Wooden houses with tiled roofs and unlit silk-shaded lanterns lined the crowded streets. The sunlight fell through a hazy sky, and the smell of smoke wreathed her head. Without a word to anyone, the woman left the inn. She snatched up statuettes and dolls of small animals strewn all around the room and filled her bag. The woman pushed herself through a light warm-up, armed herself hastily, and packed her belongings. Something left her feeling uneasy, either her late-night studies, or the odd dream that lingered in her mind. Next to her pillow laid the spell book she was reading the previous night, still open. The woman rose slowly from her simple bedding and stretched.
Her words vanished into the void as she did, leaving nary a trace of her presence. The girl whispered towards her escaping friend. The blonde girl had risen from her place on the ground, and was sprinting as hard as she could for a distant portal.Ī wave of satisfaction washed over her, and she smiled.Īll the while, her body began to fade away. They littered the ground, broken and mangled by her guns. The girl stood amidst the bodies of countless demons. The girl formed bullets from the light in her hand, and loaded her revolvers. "I won't let you harm a hair on her head." Twisted figures of light were appearing, one by one.Īs they approached, the demons rapidly split into a horde of clones.Īcross the flow of mana, she could feel their thoughts. In that moment, she saw faint motes of light flickering in the distance. Seeing that feeble, trembling figure, the girl suddenly knew where she was. Her blonde hair shimmered in the darkness.īut she was curled up tight, as if protecting herself from something.
She began to walk, following the light before her.Īlong the way, she found another girl who resembled herself. When she extended her hand, the light became bullets, speeding off to pierce the darkness. The girl looked down with a start, and found a bright light pulsing around her hands. "It was strange and familiar, all at once." "I could see countless seals, ribbons of mana, all gleaming in the living void." On one terrible night, as the ritual to seal a forgotten god begins, her past comes flooding back to her. She appears unstoppable and fearless, but within her heart she still fears her past. Eira has gained a reputation as a powerful, ice-cold mercenary known as the Void Witch in the eastern city of Seoran.
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