Saphuno watches from around 10 feet behind, curious.
The shrine seems to be dedicated to the concept of food itself. Felix turns his head slightly, not opening his eyes. "Care to sit with me?"
She gasps slightly, not realizing her presence was known. She nods slightly, sitting down next to him, still towering over the Strugel. "What is this, Felix?"
He opens his big eyes and looks at her. "It's where I practice Food Honor and Food Immersion. One must learn to appreciate the universe to appreciate the food it brings you. It is the hardest thing I've ever done."
Genesis is sitting in a tree, hanging upside down by his knees. He is reading a book on the sociology of gnoll society. His hair is done up in a bun and he is wearing a black tank-top which has slits in its back to allow his wings to breathe.
Donn is pacing, waiting for his ring to arrive. He is done up in a suit with gold accents and horn jewelry. He looks nervous almost, if the goat fey could be.
Yuri is curled up, most likely with Georgie and the Otyugh in Oswald's factory, napping in the couch in his office.
Georgie is messing with one of his plushes quietly, eyes flickering softly in the dim light as he's between the curled up yuri and the Otyugh
The Otyugh nuzzles up to him, making weird happy nosies
he smiles softly, patting it on what he thinks is it's head
Genesis is sitting in a tree, hanging upside down by his knees. He is reading a book on the sociology of gnoll society. His hair is done up in a bun and he is wearing a black tank-top which has slits in its back to allow his wings to breathe.
Donn is pacing, waiting for his ring to arrive. He is done up in a suit with gold accents and horn jewelry. He looks nervous almost, if the goat fey could be.
Yuri is curled up, most likely with Georgie and the Otyugh in Oswald's factory, napping in the couch in his office.
Greasecure's carriage arrives. The doors open. "All done up and fancy I see." He holds out the ring. It looks just like the picture.
Donn nods "Nervous beyond belief actually... He already said yes but I suppose I'm used to being rejected so I'm expecting another one." He sighs and clips back his ears as if they were hair.
"How do you think he feels? I've known him for only a few months, but I've gathered something: he embodies the fear of the self. The fear that you're not good enough, that you hurt someone, that you can't do it right, that you're unloveable. You calmed his own broken nature. He's calmer when he talks about you. If you can do that for him, imagine what he'll do for you."
Donn nods and takes the ring, placing it in a ring box the shape of a moth. "Here is hoping." He nods and bows to him "Consider me your servant until you feel my debt is paid." He said and ran off.
Greasecure sighs. "Well, that was simple. Now I just need to think about what I could use an Archfey for..." He packs up and heads off.
Genesis is sitting in a tree, hanging upside down by his knees. He is reading a book on the sociology of gnoll society. His hair is done up in a bun and he is wearing a black tank-top which has slits in its back to allow his wings to breathe.
Donn is pacing, waiting for his ring to arrive. He is done up in a suit with gold accents and horn jewelry. He looks nervous almost, if the goat fey could be.
Yuri is curled up, most likely with Georgie and the Otyugh in Oswald's factory, napping in the couch in his office.
Greasecure's carriage arrives. The doors open. "All done up and fancy I see." He holds out the ring. It looks just like the picture.
Donn nods "Nervous beyond belief actually... He already said yes but I suppose I'm used to being rejected so I'm expecting another one." He sighs and clips back his ears as if they were hair.
"How do you think he feels? I've known him for only a few months, but I've gathered something: he embodies the fear of the self. The fear that you're not good enough, that you hurt someone, that you can't do it right, that you're unloveable. You calmed his own broken nature. He's calmer when he talks about you. If you can do that for him, imagine what he'll do for you."
Donn nods and takes the ring, placing it in a ring box the shape of a moth. "Here is hoping." He nods and bows to him "Consider me your servant until you feel my debt is paid." He said and ran off.
Greasecure sighs. "Well, that was simple. Now I just need to think about what I could use an Archfey for..." He packs up and heads off.
Donn is running through the wood, trying to juggle a box of frosted moth wings, the flowers, and the ring box while summoning his cane to call for Egregore.
Greasecure sighs. "Well, that was simple. Now I just need to think about what I could use an Archfey for..." He packs up and heads off.
Donn is running through the wood, trying to juggle a box of frosted moth wings, the flowers, and the ring box while summoning his cane to call for Egregore.
The wind begins to howl, a sure sign that the Egregore has been summoned. Smoke darts through the trees, looking for the source of the call.
Genesis is sitting in a tree, hanging upside down by his knees. He is reading a book on the sociology of gnoll society. His hair is done up in a bun and he is wearing a black tank-top which has slits in its back to allow his wings to breathe.
Donn is pacing, waiting for his ring to arrive. He is done up in a suit with gold accents and horn jewelry. He looks nervous almost, if the goat fey could be.
Yuri is curled up, most likely with Georgie and the Otyugh in Oswald's factory, napping in the couch in his office.
Georgie is messing with one of his plushes quietly, eyes flickering softly in the dim light as he's between the curled up yuri and the Otyugh
The Otyugh nuzzles up to him, making weird happy nosies
he smiles softly, patting it on what he thinks is it's head
Saphuno watches from around 10 feet behind, curious.
The shrine seems to be dedicated to the concept of food itself. Felix turns his head slightly, not opening his eyes. "Care to sit with me?"
She gasps slightly, not realizing her presence was known. She nods slightly, sitting down next to him, still towering over the Strugel. "What is this, Felix?"
He opens his big eyes and looks at her. "It's where I practice Food Honor and Food Immersion. One must learn to appreciate the universe to appreciate the food it brings you. It is the hardest thing I've ever done."
"Oh, you don't need a shrine to appreciate the universe, little one.."
"No, but I'm so bad at it that it helps. I do many exercises here, but this one I've done for the longest. My heart is so full of anger that it makes it hard to truly, fully appreciate everything life has to offer. A true gourmet can flow with the universe itself, hear the words of the ingredients and how they desire to be prepared. I just can't do that yet."
Greasecure sighs. "Well, that was simple. Now I just need to think about what I could use an Archfey for..." He packs up and heads off.
Donn is running through the wood, trying to juggle a box of frosted moth wings, the flowers, and the ring box while summoning his cane to call for Egregore.
The wind begins to howl, a sure sign that the Egregore has been summoned. Smoke darts through the trees, looking for the source of the call.
Donn calks himself, taking a few deep breathes. "Egregore... Ever since I laid eyes on you, I knew I found a friend amongst the trees. Someone who thought like me, who saw the beauty in things others threw away. Every moment I am with you...well, it's akin to spending time with a god. Someone so radiant and caring, you make my dark world more sunny." He holds out the flowers and the ring box. "I saw you today, smiling at my children like they were your own. That made me so happy that I could've kissed you silly right there. I want you part of my family. I want to be by your side through thick and thin."
Genesis is sitting in a tree, hanging upside down by his knees. He is reading a book on the sociology of gnoll society. His hair is done up in a bun and he is wearing a black tank-top which has slits in its back to allow his wings to breathe.
Donn is pacing, waiting for his ring to arrive. He is done up in a suit with gold accents and horn jewelry. He looks nervous almost, if the goat fey could be.
Yuri is curled up, most likely with Georgie and the Otyugh in Oswald's factory, napping in the couch in his office.
Georgie is messing with one of his plushes quietly, eyes flickering softly in the dim light as he's between the curled up yuri and the Otyugh
The Otyugh nuzzles up to him, making weird happy nosies
he smiles softly, patting it on what he thinks is it's head
He turns a finger on fire, and burns a hole in the top of the container, poking it with the flames, not letting his finger touch in case it destroys flesh "Don't need an explanation of what it is, didn't really ask for one. Don't need an entomology either. Does it fix infernalization?"
The container resists his burn. It seems to be made of something specifically designed to withstand near-infinite heat. "It fixes anything. It can bring back a person with no soul or body. And I will specify: If you don't care, you will receive none of it. A dish like this is for those who are willing to appreciate it."
"I don't care about how hard it was to get, if it can fix infernalization then nothing else matters. The lives of the innocent who are killed by infernals or infernalization can be stopped, all by something so simple." He boosts the heat as much as he can, the walls beginning the burn, as well as the air boil.
There is a sudden movement of air and the angel is now outside, at least 80 feet from the door. the container is unharmed. "If it is so important to you, you can go and get some yourself. This is mine. If you try to take it from me, you are stealing something more valuable than any kingdom in the world, and I will punish you accordingly."
He looks the angel in the eyes "The lives of every person on the planet is more valuable than any kingdom ever could be. I am going to take it from you, and there is nothing in the world that can stop me. You or otherwise." He begins to walk towards him, his mop exploding into flames violently.
"You believe this is enough to save your planet? You must be an idiot." His flesh fully regenerates. He clashes his hands against each other, and suddenly Benimaru sees the angel ripping his guts out and eating them. Insight check VS an Intimidation of 36. On a failure, he is nonmagically terrified.
When the vision fades, the angel stands before him, and the container is nowhere to be seen. "You will discover nothing. No freedom, no hope, only more suffering. I will not allow you to leech off my work. Collect some CENTER for yourself."
Insight:36 *If a success.*
He spins his mop and approaches, never breaking eye contact with him “I do not fear you, nor anything you can do to me. I will collect my own, and it starts with yours. If you can collect more I suggest you do before dying here. You may be an angel, but I burn with an inferno that even gods can’t withstand.” He puts the mop into the ground, and takes a combat stance “You have two options, do as I say, or die a painless death when you cleaved in two by my flames.”
Greasecure sighs. "Well, that was simple. Now I just need to think about what I could use an Archfey for..." He packs up and heads off.
Donn is running through the wood, trying to juggle a box of frosted moth wings, the flowers, and the ring box while summoning his cane to call for Egregore.
The wind begins to howl, a sure sign that the Egregore has been summoned. Smoke darts through the trees, looking for the source of the call.
Donn calks himself, taking a few deep breathes. "Egregore... Ever since I laid eyes on you, I knew I found a friend amongst the trees. Someone who thought like me, who saw the beauty in things others threw away. Every moment I am with you...well, it's akin to spending time with a god. Someone so radiant and caring, you make my dark world more sunny." He holds out the flowers and the ring box. "I saw you today, smiling at my children like they were your own. That made me so happy that I could've kissed you silly right there. I want you part of my family. I want to be by your side through thick and thin."
The shadows and smoke form into the Egregore, dressed in even finer clothes than he usually wears. Pink and platinum. His head is bowed, but he isn't fidgeting. "I'm afraid, Donn. I'm afraid you might be in love with me just because I showed you decency. Just because I love you. If this world were as good as it were meant to be, everyone would love you as much as I do. You are kind and strong and brave, and I am... I don't feel like any of those things. I'm too big for this world... and you love me despite my pointless fears and my distance and my confusion. You deserve the world, Donn. I don't know what I can do for you that you can't do for yourself. I want to be with you too, but what would I contribute? What if your children need you while you spend time loving me? What if they end up fearing me, the way they feared me today?"
Genesis is sitting in a tree, hanging upside down by his knees. He is reading a book on the sociology of gnoll society. His hair is done up in a bun and he is wearing a black tank-top which has slits in its back to allow his wings to breathe.
Donn is pacing, waiting for his ring to arrive. He is done up in a suit with gold accents and horn jewelry. He looks nervous almost, if the goat fey could be.
Yuri is curled up, most likely with Georgie and the Otyugh in Oswald's factory, napping in the couch in his office.
Georgie is messing with one of his plushes quietly, eyes flickering softly in the dim light as he's between the curled up yuri and the Otyugh
The Otyugh nuzzles up to him, making weird happy nosies
he smiles softly, patting it on what he thinks is it's head
"You believe this is enough to save your planet? You must be an idiot." His flesh fully regenerates. He clashes his hands against each other, and suddenly Benimaru sees the angel ripping his guts out and eating them. Insight check VS an Intimidation of 36. On a failure, he is nonmagically terrified.
When the vision fades, the angel stands before him, and the container is nowhere to be seen. "You will discover nothing. No freedom, no hope, only more suffering. I will not allow you to leech off my work. Collect some CENTER for yourself."
Insight:41 *If a success.*
He spins his mop and approaches, never breaking eye contact with him “I do not fear you, nor anything you can do to me. I will collect my own, and it starts with yours. If you can collect more I suggest you do before dying here. You may be an angel, but I burn with an inferno that even gods can’t withstand.” He puts the mop into the ground, and takes a combat stance “You have two options, do as I say, or die a painless death when you cleaved in two by my flames.”
The angel sighs. "You will gain nothing from this. Even if I die, you will find nothing but more suffering. You will be dead in your sin with nothing to show for it." He closes his eyes. "Please, for the love of all that is holy, reconsider. Even if you somehow find my CENTER, it cannot be recreated, and there is only enough for six people."
(Note: Azabrose is permanently under the effects of Sanctuary, but he turns it off for friendly fights. Also, whenever he takes damage, the attacker/caster takes 20 Radiant damage.)
"No, but I'm so bad at it that it helps. I do many exercises here, but this one I've done for the longest. My heart is so full of anger that it makes it hard to truly, fully appreciate everything life has to offer. A true gourmet can flow with the universe itself, hear the words of the ingredients and how they desire to be prepared. I just can't do that yet."
"well, do you want me to show you how I prepare a meal?"
He sighs. "If you desire to do so. I doubt I will be able to appreciate it like I should be able to, but I will do my best."
"No, but I'm so bad at it that it helps. I do many exercises here, but this one I've done for the longest. My heart is so full of anger that it makes it hard to truly, fully appreciate everything life has to offer. A true gourmet can flow with the universe itself, hear the words of the ingredients and how they desire to be prepared. I just can't do that yet."
"well, do you want me to show you how I prepare a meal?"
He sighs. "If you desire to do so. I doubt I will be able to appreciate it like I should be able to, but I will do my best."
"Come on, then." She says while standing up, offering a paw to help him up if he desires.
He takes it, walking with her. His paws are very strong for such a small creature.
"You believe this is enough to save your planet? You must be an idiot." His flesh fully regenerates. He clashes his hands against each other, and suddenly Benimaru sees the angel ripping his guts out and eating them. Insight check VS an Intimidation of 36. On a failure, he is nonmagically terrified.
When the vision fades, the angel stands before him, and the container is nowhere to be seen. "You will discover nothing. No freedom, no hope, only more suffering. I will not allow you to leech off my work. Collect some CENTER for yourself."
Insight:41 *If a success.*
He spins his mop and approaches, never breaking eye contact with him “I do not fear you, nor anything you can do to me. I will collect my own, and it starts with yours. If you can collect more I suggest you do before dying here. You may be an angel, but I burn with an inferno that even gods can’t withstand.” He puts the mop into the ground, and takes a combat stance “You have two options, do as I say, or die a painless death when you cleaved in two by my flames.”
The angel sighs. "You will gain nothing from this. Even if I die, you will find nothing but more suffering. You will be dead in your sin with nothing to show for it." He closes his eyes. "Please, for the love of all that is holy, reconsider. Even if you somehow find my CENTER, it cannot be recreated, and there is only enough for six people."
(Note: Azabrose is permanently under the effects of Sanctuary, but he turns it off for friendly fights. Also, whenever he takes damage, the attacker/caster takes 20 Radiant damage.)
“I gain enough from this, if you want to die then try and stop me. Six people is more than zero, and every person matters. Red Cresent Moon.” He moves his hand like a sunrise, a line of flame following him “I am willing to die is sin to save those who need it.”
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He opens his big eyes and looks at her. "It's where I practice Food Honor and Food Immersion. One must learn to appreciate the universe to appreciate the food it brings you. It is the hardest thing I've ever done."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It nips at his hand, not rough but playfully
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Greasecure sighs. "Well, that was simple. Now I just need to think about what I could use an Archfey for..." He packs up and heads off.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Donn is running through the wood, trying to juggle a box of frosted moth wings, the flowers, and the ring box while summoning his cane to call for Egregore.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The wind begins to howl, a sure sign that the Egregore has been summoned. Smoke darts through the trees, looking for the source of the call.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
he lets out a soft giggle, poking it lightly
"No, but I'm so bad at it that it helps. I do many exercises here, but this one I've done for the longest. My heart is so full of anger that it makes it hard to truly, fully appreciate everything life has to offer. A true gourmet can flow with the universe itself, hear the words of the ingredients and how they desire to be prepared. I just can't do that yet."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Donn calks himself, taking a few deep breathes. "Egregore... Ever since I laid eyes on you, I knew I found a friend amongst the trees. Someone who thought like me, who saw the beauty in things others threw away. Every moment I am with you...well, it's akin to spending time with a god. Someone so radiant and caring, you make my dark world more sunny." He holds out the flowers and the ring box. "I saw you today, smiling at my children like they were your own. That made me so happy that I could've kissed you silly right there. I want you part of my family. I want to be by your side through thick and thin."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
It makes a strange giggling noise back
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“I have to shower, you’ll like how I smell when I get back anyway.”
Insight:36 *If a success.*
He spins his mop and approaches, never breaking eye contact with him “I do not fear you, nor anything you can do to me. I will collect my own, and it starts with yours. If you can collect more I suggest you do before dying here. You may be an angel, but I burn with an inferno that even gods can’t withstand.” He puts the mop into the ground, and takes a combat stance “You have two options, do as I say, or die a painless death when you cleaved in two by my flames.”
The shadows and smoke form into the Egregore, dressed in even finer clothes than he usually wears. Pink and platinum. His head is bowed, but he isn't fidgeting. "I'm afraid, Donn. I'm afraid you might be in love with me just because I showed you decency. Just because I love you. If this world were as good as it were meant to be, everyone would love you as much as I do. You are kind and strong and brave, and I am... I don't feel like any of those things. I'm too big for this world... and you love me despite my pointless fears and my distance and my confusion. You deserve the world, Donn. I don't know what I can do for you that you can't do for yourself. I want to be with you too, but what would I contribute? What if your children need you while you spend time loving me? What if they end up fearing me, the way they feared me today?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You're an odd little critter aren't ya"
The angel sighs. "You will gain nothing from this. Even if I die, you will find nothing but more suffering. You will be dead in your sin with nothing to show for it." He closes his eyes. "Please, for the love of all that is holy, reconsider. Even if you somehow find my CENTER, it cannot be recreated, and there is only enough for six people."
(Note: Azabrose is permanently under the effects of Sanctuary, but he turns it off for friendly fights. Also, whenever he takes damage, the attacker/caster takes 20 Radiant damage.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sighs. "If you desire to do so. I doubt I will be able to appreciate it like I should be able to, but I will do my best."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He takes it, walking with her. His paws are very strong for such a small creature.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I gain enough from this, if you want to die then try and stop me. Six people is more than zero, and every person matters. Red Cresent Moon.” He moves his hand like a sunrise, a line of flame following him “I am willing to die is sin to save those who need it.”