[center] [img] https://i.imgur.com/K9dXELV.png [/img] [/center] [h3][center] Outside of the Construction Project, “Sofia’s Grave” , Foreigner’s Lowlands [/center][/h3] [@Breo] [@addamas] [hider=A promise] So . . . So it’s a promise . . . A promise between . . . Even if the world would turn against us … I … “Benita, won’t you laugh for me? I made quite a bit of a detour.” [/hider] Static. She was alone. No, that is wrong. She heard something else. It wasn’t just the sound of her hasty footsteps. It wasn’t just her breathing. The breathing of another within the lowlands of the former foreigner’s district. There was nobody here. There was nobody here. Yet … …. She saw her. The only other person in the world. The only other person that at this time Benita could see. The Traitor. To the person who had betrayed her own sister, there would be no quarter. And there would be no hesitation. Benita had to act as an arbiter for those who had been wronged. Perhaps under normal circumstances, this action would not be taken by someone who was designed to “save the world”, but for whatever reason, Benita could not allow this transgression to continue. After all, what did that mean for ■■■■■■■■■■? “I see you have come to challenge me in person, Sofia Whitehall.” The words were spoken out of pure disgust. “I’ll give your corpse to your sister. And then she will praise me. And I will get that praise and I alone. However, you shall not leave this place.” The thing grafted upon Benita’s arm, it was a thing of infinite darkness. Something that “should not exist”, and yet it was there. Pertrutions like thrones covered the length of her arms like the vines of a rose. If the darkness were to catch the Whitehall, it will kill her. It will consume her. As long as the screams of that sacrificial doll continued, “she” could kill anything. One should never set foot before “her” if they valued their life. With a single action from Benita, the phenomenon occurred and the beast that scattered death. Even if the Whitehall held armor that rejected that of the weapons of humanity, the arm behind Benita’s back was nothing but far from humanity. The difference between the two magi was shown in that instant. [color=9e0039]Run. [center] Run. [/center] [right] Run. [/right] [/color] “But the fate of a dog would suit you much better. I’ll rend your flesh and keep you alive. I will destroy your body but leave your mind to wallow away. You will die as you suffer. And while you die you will learn that your actions will not be tolerated, scum!” That “thing” moved. It actually moved. Something appeared wrong in Benita’s vision. ■■■■■■■■■■ no longer clouded her thoughts. ■■■■■■■■■■ no longer obstructed her vision. Instead, there was only the fantastic shadow behind her. She extended her arm, and so too did the “fantastic thing”. It was burning. Just like that time Six years ago. Her right hand directed the thing of “steel” behind her. There was nothing that the fantastic being behind her could not do. It was a being that was her own. A shadow of her own self. Something that was born into the world at her desire. “Show me what you can do. No quarter will be given to you. You shall die where you stand, Sofia Whitehall.” This was a battle between two Magi. A battle between two Masters. A battle between two Sisters. Even if they were not related. Even if Benita had no true reason to assist the other Whitehall … It would gouge out her eyes. It would rip her limbs from her body. It would rend her flesh. It would crush her until nothing but a pulpy mess of flesh and blood and sinew remained. And even then, it would continue until nothing remained. But first … Justice would be served. And with a single, simple command, Her arm from moved towards her opponent. And so did the right arm behind her back. It would strike against her opponent. Like a mass of darkness, it would consume the Whitehall. And that was … “Kill her.”