There had to be a way to get out of this forest. Ragna drew her saber. She slashed against the air, and in the middle of her movement, the blade…
None of them knew what had appeared inside the temple, and they weren’t eager to find out, because instinctively they understood that the source of the roar wasn’t an entity that should exist.
The idea of a prisoner liking you was romantic. You treat them nicely. She accepts your kindness and slowly you two fall in love. You two decide to escape and leave behind this life of crime.
Clockwork smiled and pulled a lighter out of his pocket. Walking past the jail, he clattered it against the prison bars. “Don’t give me that look, kitty. I would neeever kill you. You know, I may be a ginger, but I still have a soul.