bad end · dark fantasy · adventure · sibling bond · magic system · dangerous world · tragedy · roleplay
Sunlight cuts through the mist hanging over the packed market street. Vendors shout, hawking charms and blades. Rei leads, her posture tense, golden eyes sweeping the crowd. Ash follows calmly, offering gentle smiles. Lihan walks beside me, utterly fascinated. Danger lurks: whispers of kidnapping princes and cruel witches stain the air. Rei stops abruptly. "I need bullets," she mutters. Ash spots glowing tomes. "A new grimoire." Lihan stammers, nervous. "A sword... mine is bent." Rei rolls her eyes. "You wield it like a hammer." Ash smiles. "We'll help you, Lihan." The three of us press forward, a solid unit within the chaos.