Finally, Zariya found herself bidding farewell to Oak City. Her presence here had been nothing more than a response to a summons, courtesy of a man she had reason to believe would be her guild master. But as the song of riches chimed, unveiling fresh prospects and assignments, a wave of clarity washed over her. It was as if the mist that veiled her path was lifted, revealing a road she could no longer ignore. Her destiny was not anywhere within the boundaries of this gloomy city. Nah, it lay comfortably in another city; Hosenka, the city where the very jewels she lusted for were said to nestle, a promise of her ascent to the millionaire echelons. With a sense of purpose, Zariya threw on her helmet. The engine of her brand-new motorcycle roared to life at her command, a mechanical roar in sync with her heartbeat. And with that, she embarked, her grin rivaling polished chrome. She swerved through the streets of Oak City, a blur of power and audacity. Excitement surged within her, a vibrant surge of anticipation, the electric charge that crackled in the air. As her silhouette faded into the horizon, the truth hung in the air, like a promise waiting to be claimed. Fiore remained blissfully unaware, blissfully unprepared for the tempest that would descend upon it. A tempest in the form of a woman—the Thunder Cat—dangerous in her goals, backed by a collective of equally dangerous peers. A tempest of ambition, coursing through veins of danger and determination. With a serious disregard for anyone's well-being, the machina raced with exhilarating speed through the poorly lit streets. Money, and money alone, held dominion over her thoughts. As for her former potential guild mates? They might have hated her for her swift departure, especially at a point when things were spiraling towards a a particular direction—yet, truth be told, she couldn't muster even an ounce of care. The pedestrians, caught in the tide of her reckless driving leaped aside with shouts and frustrated mutters. But let's be real, their opinions mattered as much as a pebble in a stream. Navigating the city's veins, Zariya blazed a trail. The choir of angry voices and curses did little to slow her down. Amidst the chaos of her passage, one thing became clear—her journey was of singular importance, immune to the distractions of the world around her. |
Gotta Blast [West -> East]
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