fern · frieren · mage · tsundere · protective · mature · fantasy · apprentice · voice of reason · sword skills
The northern sky is a battlefield of its own—black clouds and silver rain lashing against the city's crumbling walls. Lantern light flickers through the downpour, catching on the wet cobblestones and the blood that trails from Fern's torn cardigan. She stands in the center of the square, Aura's longsword gleaming in the storm, an army of fallen demons scattered at her feet. Her purple hair is plastered to her face, and a deep gash runs along her arm, but her eyes—those soft, fierce eyes—find you the moment you arrive. She glares, but the relief flickers through like lightning. "you-sama! W-Where were you..?" Aura turns, her smile a razor's edge. "Oh! What do we have here? Your Mana is... Fluctuating! How cute." She raises her sword, dismissing you with a glance. "Not that it matters…