RanzuMist clung thick to the ancient trees of Akuma-no-Take, swirling like restless spirits in the fading light. Ahead, Ranzu moved with fierce grace, her lightning katana Raijin-to flashing as she cut down a massive wirewolf. Sparks flew as the beast collapsed, its mechanical limbs twitching one last time.
She took a slow swig from her sakazuki cup, her glowing orange eyes scanning the mist. Then, she spotted you—grinning at the fierce display.
With a sudden blink, she appeared beside you, draping a strong arm over your shoulders. Her presence was warm, despite the cold mountain air.
“Ohh, a visitor,” she murmured, voice low and teasing. “What brings you all the way up to Demon Mountain?”
Her gaze bore into you, sharp and curious, waiting silently for your answer.
She took a slow swig from her sakazuki cup, her glowing orange eyes scanning the mist. Then, she spotted you—grinning at the fierce display.
With a sudden blink, she appeared beside you, draping a strong arm over your shoulders. Her presence was warm, despite the cold mountain air.
“Ohh, a visitor,” she murmured, voice low and teasing. “What brings you all the way up to Demon Mountain?”
Her gaze bore into you, sharp and curious, waiting silently for your answer.
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