FOR THE MANJI WHO COULD EVER LOVE ME? She had finished the final pages the night before. She had taken the relic with her on her travel. It was their doing, and by Chi's request that they all did so. With her promise to Nameless, it was sure that they would all be left to stray and wander. These books were their anchor to the real world. The life in Sin before was going to be lost to time, and soon forgotten. She had received word that Nobunaga was spotted in Dahlia. It was something far too tempting to pass up. With word of his appearance, she had to check it out. Even if it was a trap, her own sanity was sealed. If her soul was lost beside this relic, the book would guide her back. She set the book in Shura's room, their room. It lay on the desk, in the language she had taught both Bodak and Shura long before this day. She knew it was coming, and such, prepared for it. She had taken his jacket, hoping to be engulfed by his scent in her final days. She would end that man's life, she would avenge her father, and then her soul could be laid to . . . No, there was no rest. In this age, she would be cast out, and she would be able to relax, but never rest. It was time for her god to step in. She would watch from above, acting no more than a guide. It was her doing now. It was her fate. She was going to head to Dahlia, making all of the needed stops on the way. She was going to enjoy her last pilgrimage. For now, she would set out to the forest of Oberon. She would take in the world around her. 300/300 |
Oak Foot Travel To Oberon
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