[The Warrior stands atop crumbling walls, overlooking the ruins of a city.
Pale lips are angled downward as she watches the humans below her panicking, looting and cowering in equal parts. It is miserable. But not unexpected. They only know how to react to such rapid change in one way: with fear.
The King Maker cannot feel fear, and it is this which sets her apart.
The weapons that had adorned the walls of her dojo for so long lay beneath tons of stone and metal, entombed cold and alone, far from their wielder. But the Daemon Slayer does not keep regrets. That would lead to a weakness that she and the people she is due to protect can afford. It is the life she has chosen for herself, when she gave up her place among the ranks of Immortals too proud to admit that their time was over. Mankind was still to rise, and it would not fall like this.
The earth splinters where she lands, her leap from dizzying heights not leaving a single hair out of place. The Shadow moves, silent but watching, waiting to answer any call for help.]
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Pale lips are angled downward as she watches the humans below her panicking, looting and cowering in equal parts. It is miserable. But not unexpected. They only know how to react to such rapid change in one way: with fear.
The King Maker cannot feel fear, and it is this which sets her apart.
The weapons that had adorned the walls of her dojo for so long lay beneath tons of stone and metal, entombed cold and alone, far from their wielder. But the Daemon Slayer does not keep regrets. That would lead to a weakness that she and the people she is due to protect can afford. It is the life she has chosen for herself, when she gave up her place among the ranks of Immortals too proud to admit that their time was over. Mankind was still to rise, and it would not fall like this.
The earth splinters where she lands, her leap from dizzying heights not leaving a single hair out of place. The Shadow moves, silent but watching, waiting to answer any call for help.]