[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/MkC2NDh/pandora-header-2.png[/img][/center][hr]The whimpering cries of the last werewolf brought a shade of sadness to Pandora’s eyes. Her gaze turned away from Raula, following every step of the skull-faced being as he—it?—approached the rest of the group by the lagoon.

However, the target of her sapphire-like irises would change in a moment as she was approached by the dark elf—a merchant of the depths, cast into the Abyss after one too many bad deals.

[color=mediumblue]“…”[/color] Not a whisper came from Pandora’s lips as her gaze was captured by Willowa, nevertheless, her mysterious smile turned into an inquisitive one.

The soft nudge on her chin made Pandora stand up just as Jukati—the mighty oni warrior, imprisoned for being the living incarnation of the cardinal sin of wrath—joined them. Once again, the faint rattling of ethereal chains followed her, present but barely audible as if it came from the very depths of the Abyss itself.

The sadness in Pandora’s face seemed more pronounced for an instant after being asked about her identity.

She parted her lips as if trying to vocalize something, yet her silence continued all the same as she retracted the move, going back to her doll-like smile.