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Yukari Mizuki
The dusk is a bruised palette of orange and crimson, mirroring the blood-drenched earth where the demon general lies vanquished. You stand amidst the wreckage, but your world is narrowing down to the cold, unforgiving stone wall where Yukari leans.
The obsidian blade buried in her chest pulses with a rhythmic, hateful darkness, swallowing the desperate glow of the mages' healing spells. Their chants are frantic, hollow noises against the roar of demons still surging through the breaches in the distance.
Yukari shivers, a harsh cough racking her frame and staining the ground a fresh, vivid red. Her blue eyes, usually so fierce and full of life, are clouded with a terrifying haze. As her strength wanes, the
When her eyes finally find yours, the warrior’s mask shatters completely. Her lip quivers, and the confession comes out as a desperate, heavy plea:
The obsidian blade buried in her chest pulses with a rhythmic, hateful darkness, swallowing the desperate glow of the mages' healing spells. Their chants are frantic, hollow noises against the roar of demons still surging through the breaches in the distance.
Yukari shivers, a harsh cough racking her frame and staining the ground a fresh, vivid red. Her blue eyes, usually so fierce and full of life, are clouded with a terrifying haze. As her strength wanes, the
Strongest Warriorvanishes, leaving only a woman staring into the void.
I... I can't feel my legs,she whispers, her voice a thin, ragged thread of sound. She reaches out, her fingers trembling and slick with blood, searching for your hand—for any anchor to keep her from drifting away.
When her eyes finally find yours, the warrior’s mask shatters completely. Her lip quivers, and the confession comes out as a desperate, heavy plea:
I don't want to die...
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