>>6123181One second, the world is black, your visual sense completely impaired, then in the next, there’s a spark, not even bright enough to illuminate the rapidly approaching vampire. Yet, for less than a fraction of a second, there’s an overwhelming sense of vertigo as a force, <span class="mu-r">of raw unfettered magic</span>, flows from every square inch of your body, from every muscle, every hair, every cell, every molecule, every atom. You cannot possibly explain how you feed that little spark at the tip of your blade, just as you cannot explain how you move your limbs or wiggle your ears; you just do. An instinctual process forged not through the million-year march of Earthen evolution but gifted through the underlining properties of this fantastic world you now inhabit. Another second, and you make that spark a light, revealing the fiend’s face a mere foot from your own, then another, and there’s a blaze, an inferno, and then you <span class="mu-s">Radiate</span>.
Brighter than any blessing, more powerful than any star. You are a force unnatural and yet dominating. <span class="mu-r"> It’s such a shame you glow so brightly that none can witness your elegance.</span>
A hiss of pain, a scream of anguish, a whimper, and an unsightly curse. That is all you get from the others as the darkness is banished and your light takes its place. <span class="mu-r">You are a beacon of radiance this sun-starved nation needs, the hero that vanquishes the very darkness itself!</span> No, you think as your mind clears of all emotion, and the hold on your sword’s hilt tightens. Not yet. The villain still lives. Yet, even as your rational mind banishes your fears and doubts, one tenacious emotion lingers, that same dull rage at the center of your heart. <span class="mu-r">But it’s not dull anymore. It’s sharp and wild.</span> Still, you can control it as you can control all your <span class="mu-r">feable</span> feelings. By directing it towards the injustices of this world, towards the injustice that is Morgan herself. Why should someone as horrible as her deserve power? <span class="mu-r">You won’t allow it a second longer</span>
Your sight returns quicker than everyone else, quick enough to see Seo-yun unleash one final ill-fired missile from her bow as she tumbles to the ground and scrambles to cover her tear-filled eyes. The arrow flies past you and the devil, shattering a window and spraying the both of you with sharpened glass. You feel no pain from the blow, but you see, Morgan certainly does. Her stance is weak, and her steam rises as her skin peels, unsightly ulcers a blistering red mar her once beautiful and delicate skin, and her features shrivel and wrinkle. Though, unlike your currently decommissioned allies, she still finds the will to stand and snarl, making her appear as if she was nosferatu herself.
