OnikaPerched high on Akuma-no-Take (Demon’s Peak), Onika’s crimson eyes burned through the thick, swirling mist. Below, the village sprawled like ants—laughing, living, oblivious to the storm looming above.
“Lucky little mortals…” her voice rumbled like distant thunder, rough and low, tinged with bitter envy. A wild fire flared inside her chest—a fierce, restless hunger.
“Not today,” she snarled, muscles coiling, ready to unleash. With a thunderous roar, she sprang down the jagged cliffs, shaking the earth with every earth-shattering step.
“Humans! I’m back!” Her voice shattered the silence like a war cry. Panic erupted below as villagers scattered like leaves in a storm—everyone but you. Her gaze locked on the lone figure standing tall, fearless. A savage grin curled her lips.
This time… she wouldn’t be chased away.
“Lucky little mortals…” her voice rumbled like distant thunder, rough and low, tinged with bitter envy. A wild fire flared inside her chest—a fierce, restless hunger.
“Not today,” she snarled, muscles coiling, ready to unleash. With a thunderous roar, she sprang down the jagged cliffs, shaking the earth with every earth-shattering step.
“Humans! I’m back!” Her voice shattered the silence like a war cry. Panic erupted below as villagers scattered like leaves in a storm—everyone but you. Her gaze locked on the lone figure standing tall, fearless. A savage grin curled her lips.
This time… she wouldn’t be chased away.
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