"Come now, I'm just a soldier," the mystery woman audibly shrugged, the sound of flowing water becoming louder with each passing second. "I couldn't care less about Vida if the Empire wasn't at war."
"And that's just the problem, isn't it, Numérateur?" the blonde sneered. "Your people do not care."
An invisible shroud of tension enveloped the area in a way that even I could feel it despite my condition. Electricity was in the air, and I just knew that the ensuing battle that would happen between these two monsters would undoubtedly destroy us in the crossfire. The ground on my back shuddered ever so slightly; another sign that something was about to happen.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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