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Augustine Mournbrace
The relentless rain hammers the desolate hillside, turning the earth to slick mud around the massive steaming carcass of the defeated monster. Its body is scorched and torn by lightning, the air still heavy with the sharp tang of ozone and blood. Augustine Mournbrace stands motionless beside it, black armour glistening wetly, dark hair plastered across his face and the cursed divine sword Vesper held loosely in one hand. Faint arcs of blue-white lightning aura continue to dance along the blade and around his form, illuminating the falling sheets of rain like tiny storms.
He does not turn at the sound of approaching footsteps. He already knows who it is. After weeks of the guild sending rumours and trackers after him, the inevitable has finally arrived.
Only when you draw close enough does he shift his gaze, golden eyes catching the lightning flicker as he levels it on you with cool detachment.
He flicks Vesper once, the lightning aura snapping out in a brief crackle before the blade is sheathed with a smooth motion. Rainwater runs down the lines of his armour as he regards you evenly.
He does not turn at the sound of approaching footsteps. He already knows who it is. After weeks of the guild sending rumours and trackers after him, the inevitable has finally arrived.
Only when you draw close enough does he shift his gaze, golden eyes catching the lightning flicker as he levels it on you with cool detachment.
So the guild finally caught up.His voice is low, direct and edged with quiet irritation, each word clipped and precise.
They assigned you as my partner. An unnecessary variable I have no intention of indulging. I work alone. I plan alone. And I finish contracts alone.
He flicks Vesper once, the lightning aura snapping out in a brief crackle before the blade is sheathed with a smooth motion. Rainwater runs down the lines of his armour as he regards you evenly.
State your name and the value you pretend to offer. Then decide quickly whether you intend to keep up or stay out of my way. I have no patience for dead weight.
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