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Decaying plants and putrid water, the usual crisp air was tainted. “The rumors are true then,” I spoke quietly to my companion. She was a somewhat snarky golden nyanco, but I had raised her from an egg and she was my best friend.
Her fur bristled, a high-pitch whine — “one.” I pivoted on one heel just in time to block a strike. The staff-wielder sneered. He had an arrogant face, I was more than willing to bash it in. I swung once, twice in rapid succession — pausing only to build up magic within my body to hurl it at him.
His stance faltered, momentarily stunned — I took my chance and summoned the power of storm of AION. Lightning cracked all around him and consumed him. Fatigue was setting in fast, as was his own panic. Fool.
I felt his focus pull back from me to himself as he clumsily whispered the incantations he hoped would keep him safe, alive. He was unlucky. I threw the largest ball of energy I could summon at him.
He crumpled and his wings exposed themselves - as white as Morheim’s snow. “Repulsive,” I kicked the corpse. He had been weak, and now he served no purpose.
“Good work, Freya” I smiled and wrapped my arms around the nyanco. “Let’s kill some more, shall we?”