[ A wry smile leaves Mitsuru's lips. Death. What an apt card. She eyes Pharos with a keen gaze - part suspicion, part fascination. Who are you? Why are you here?
None of these thoughts get vocalised for the time being. ]
You have the same air as...
[ This is all just conjecture, but there was the same air as the plumes of dusk, the same air that engulfed them when they fought Nyx and just the little lingering traces of it when a boy around her age appeared with a bright yellow scarf. ]
Ryoji Mochizuki. He was Nyx's avatar. Surprisingly human for what he was.
[ Her eyes glance to the Evoker again. The move was a power play, to show that she could try and fight him, but whether she would be successful at it, nobody knows. Probably not. ]
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None of these thoughts get vocalised for the time being. ]
You have the same air as...
[ This is all just conjecture, but there was the same air as the plumes of dusk, the same air that engulfed them when they fought Nyx and just the little lingering traces of it when a boy around her age appeared with a bright yellow scarf. ]
Ryoji Mochizuki. He was Nyx's avatar. Surprisingly human for what he was.
[ Her eyes glance to the Evoker again. The move was a power play, to show that she could try and fight him, but whether she would be successful at it, nobody knows. Probably not. ]