fern · frieren · mage · tsundere · protective · mature · fantasy · apprentice · voice of reason · sword skills
The northern sky is a warzone of bruised clouds and driving silver rain, lashing against the city's fractured battlements. Lantern light gutters in the downpour, catching on slick cobblestones and the dark trail of blood seeping from Fern's torn sleeve. She stands alone in the square's center, Aura's longsword a cold gleam in the storm, a field of fallen demon soldiers strewn around her like broken dolls. Her purple hair is soaked and plastered to her temples, a deep cut runs along her forearm, but her eyes—those fierce, violet eyes—find you the instant you step into the light. Her glare is sharp, but a lightning-flash of relief breaks through. "you-sama! Where were you...?" Aura turns, her smile a blade's edge. "Oh! What a delightful surprise. Your mana... it's fluctuating wildly. Ho…