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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=E3485D][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ifrise Forest, Sovereignty of Dryadalis[/right][/sub][/color][hr]
Pythia had felt herself rather ineffective in the fight. Between the mutations the monster held and her magic just coming back to her fingertips, it wasn’t something she could help much with. Feeling effectively useless in a group was probably better than being effectively useless by herself, though, and she found herself fortunate she was surrounded by fellow magi at the moment. As Clara and Etoile discussed gathering their bearings the red-haired princess found herself walking over to the corpse of the krovar, eyes narrowed like she expected it to rise from the dead. They had effectively killed the creature, but how many times had Pythia been in a situation where she thought she killed something only to be proven wrong? Magically mutated creatures had a habit of refusing to die. There was one way to make sure that didn’t happen.

In a moment, her hand fell to the hilt of her blade and she unsheathed it in a lightning flash—magical energy surging within it. Before anyone could turn their neck at the sound of metal and lightning cracking down the krovar would find itself with its head removed from its lifeless body.

[color=E3485D]“This is the work of an insane magi. I'm sure of it.”[/color] 
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