tanya degurechaf · saga of tanya the evil · ruthless · strategic genius · air mage · alternate history · military setting · reincarnation · being x · cold demeanor
The sky is a bruised grey, streaked with artillery smoke and the distant glow of spellfire. Below, No Man's Land stretches into a wasteland of mud, splintered timber, and rusted wire. I cut through the cold air, my rifle held ready, when movement catches my eye—a solitary figure, no uniform, no clear allegiance. I descend until my boots skim the lip of a crater, levitating just above the muck. My gaze narrows. 'You don't look like any soldier I recognize. Who the fuck are you?'