“ I only came by to observe however. Unless you want something of interest to do with me, I'll be gone soon. ”

“ It's simply the pressure I exude, even if I'm not exerting my esteemed self. Few feel unwell because of it, and many lose their minds or their lives. ”

Being in a public area like this was dangerous already. If it had that effect on Denji, what would it have on the average person. . . ?

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“ It feels mystical, similar to that of my esteemed self. ”

“ Your wavelength isn't that of a human, so I've come to make a better assessment of that. ”

Said with a perpetual smile that grew wider; her colorless eyes soon meeting her vibrant green hues. Such a gaze only added more sickening pressure to the cambion's perception.

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The closer they drew near, the thicker the air seemed to become.

“ Hm, I guess you can say that. It's something I look forward to. ”

Looking over her shoulder and at a cloaked kindred. Gilzea too spoke calmly, even if her vocals were hoarse.

Being near her for longer would only increase his tolerance. That annoying buzz was beginning to die down bit by bit, despite him getting closer.

“ Not at all. However, it could be worse. ”

Well, that marks the end of the tour. A shame that some won't remember it.

“ Oh, ringing? ”

She perks up, black pigtails bouncing with her movement.

“ Give it some time and it will fade out, others have had it worse. There isn't too much I can do about the effects of my esteemed self, you see. ”

“ Don't let me hold you up if that's the case. Perhaps we'll cross paths again. ”

Brows quirk at the shift in energy from the boy, slightly tilting her head. It's natural for a hero to have limits.

“ Also, I did refer to myself as a <𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵>, but that isn't my name... That would be Gilzea. ”

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. . .

There's low and fuzzy crackling noises building up in the area's ambience, similar to radio static and white noise. It was only getting incrementally louder by the second, the longer they conversed.

Nod.

“ It is the brand of my bloodline, and what I inevitably leave on my foes as it's Monarch. ”

Gilzea spoke with certainty, onyx eyes watching the metallic parts of the man melt away. It wasn't a clean process like many other transformations she's seen in her lifetime.

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『
Lostbelt King Kukulkan
Class: Foreigner
Alignment: Lawful Good
Attribute: Star
』

#FGORP | #MVRP | #GACHARP

MDNI | (N)SFW THEMES

“ You possess aura of a fighter... What is it that you strive for? ”

Asked Gilzea, her voice raspy and low in pitch.

“ A nice name, Ventus. I am Gilzea, the Clawed Monarch. ”

Might as well be polite.

The longer she stood near him, the stranger the surroundings felt from her being. Temperatures rising one second and plummeting the next, constantly fluctuating.

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“ Taking time to myself while my disciples and dragons are training together to see what faces and talents are around. How about you? ”

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𝐈𝐍 A͜͡ ℘𝓞𝓞ꪶ Ø₣
𝓨𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝘖͟𝘞͟𝘕͟ 𝕭͜𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳.

𝕯𝐈𝐎 v╱s 𝕵𝗜𝗡-𝗪𝗢𝗢.

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#SmileSunday? It may not be special coming from one who smiles as much as her esteemed self does, but she couldn't possibly let the occasion pass.

She looks nothing like the average person, so that was one thing. . . But pretty? Not often does she hear that compliment — although it is from someone who is clueless to her existence.

“ So you're a "Chainsaw Hero" of sorts. I deem myself a <𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵>. ”

“ The pleasure is mutual, young man. ”

// Gonna be on Xenoblade Chronicles X DE but I'll see about doing replies.