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[center][h3]--Osprey - Atsu Village--[/h3][/center]

[b][i]"Go, live!"[/i][/b]

Even to this very day, the last words of her mother still rang in her mind, as vividly as when she heard it for the first and last time. A boon that she paid for with her life, a promise that Eve would keep for as long as she could. Truly, how could she even consider otherwise? Knowing the world was so full of evil; from vicious creatures hellbent on destroying all that was good to deluded tyrants who thought the whole world should bow to them. Faced with threats from both monsters and men alike, then abandoned by the Divine Mother herself, it was no wonder the people grew agitated and paranoid, and in fearing for the safety of their loved ones, they sought something, anything to blame for their misfortunes, to provide them with some semblance of justice. 

Her kind - the magi -  took the brunt of their hate, but she wouldn't - [i]couldn't[/i] - blame them for fear begets irrationality, fear fosters hate. Only in peace could love and compassion triumph, and both the blight and the empire must be purged before the world can know true peace. 

Indeed, it must be fate that brought her here to the nation of Osprey, a once-mighty empire subjugated by the very same people who sought to use her as a weapon. Though Eve loved her mother with everything she had, even she had to admit that the good doctor's words regarding her becoming a hero for Valheim were misguided at best and deceptive at worst. For how could she become a hero by serving warmongers and mass murderers? 

What was originally a small detour to avoid the Valheimr border checkpoint via a mountain pass escalated into something more as Eve heard the unmistakable cacophony of battle echoing through the mountains, sounds she was quite familiar with. A leisurely hike turned into a full blown sprint as the Eidolon Chimera arrived at the outskirts of a settlement, overlooking a not-so-abandoned village as a group of... adventurers(?) clashed with soldiers clad in distinctive metallic black armor. [color=d3d3d3][b]"...!"[/b][/color] It only took a single look at one of the former - a Sollan Swordsman with cropped dark hair - bleeding out from his leg and face to instill unbridled [i]rage[/i] burning within the dragon's heart.

Moving without delay, the Pseudo-Eidolon made her way closer to the battleground, a clear goal in mind. She ended up arriving closest to where an armored juggernaut laid slain with a massive halberd impaled through his skull. [color=d3d3d3][b]"..."[/b][/color] Then the wielder of said halberd - one of those infamous dragoons - landed to recover his weapon before he's harassed by even more of those imperial rats. Well, not if she could help it!

[color=d3d3d3][b]"...fuh."[/b][/color] Exhaling softly, the horned kuromadoushi reached out with her right hand as arcane power coalesced a few inches from her opened palm, sparks of bright yellow and swirls of reddish orange joining together as Eve whispered under her breath, [color=d3d3d3][b]"Thunraga..."[/b][/color] before an eruption of elemental destruction surged forth from her, throwing her hood back due to the recoil.

For their part, the frontline fighters rushing Galahad would suddenly find themselves being assaulted by what appeared to be a massive inferno charged with lethal electricity crashing onto them, cooking and shocking them at the same time as their armor did little to protect them. They couldn't even scream in agony as their jaws locked shut from the lightning coursing through their charred flesh. 

In one fell swoop, the squad that was supposed to harass Galahad was no more, leaving him unhindered to make his next move, well, less hindered, he still had the conjurer to worry about.