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[h3][color=40ceb6][i]Ivory[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]The Cerberus[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] [i]Interacting with[/i] [b]Xen[/b]
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Paralyzing fear. She couldn't move and couldn't breathe. It was as if the walls themselves were reaching out to end her life. And yet no danger was present. Then, as immediately as it had come on, it was gone again. Ivory gasped for air, putting a hand on the smooth wood of Xen's desk in order to steady herself. [color=40ceb6]"You're a demon."[/color] Her tone sounded more questioning, despite her intention of accusation. [color=40ceb6]"I've never seen flux used in such a way. It's pure evil. I feel its darkness. It's rotten and corrupt."[/color] Over time, she had come into contact with many diseases and that's exactly what this powerful magic felt like to her - a disease. [color=40ceb6]"What in Cynthia's name has happened to you?"[/color] she asked, not realizing that she had evoked the goddess's name.