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Each step you took backward felt like a step closer to the edge of oblivion.

The mara-struck closed in from all sides. You fought, a breath a struggle, every strike an effort to kill them. But they were endless, a storm of some relentless violence that wore you down, piece by piece.

You had almost felt your body falter, had almost even considered the thought of giving up.

Then, a flash of cold steel, and the mara-struck fell in droves. You barely had time to register what had happened before the blood began to spill—violent, quick. The smell of iron had put together with the scent of decay.

And then you saw her.

Jingliu stood there, her once-pristine robes soaked in the blood of the fallen. Her breath came in slow, controlled heaves, despite the havoc she had just came out. Her sword, slick with the remnants of battle, hung loosely in her hand, though the weight of her actions seemed to sit heavier on her shoulders.

Your gaze fell to her arms—crimson streaked and torn, the skin marred with deep wounds.

"It’s okay. I’m here, now." Her voice was soft, something so much more different to the violence she had just enacted. Without a word, she stepped closer, her movements fluid despite the crimson trail dripping from her hands.

Safety. Somehow, impossibly, she had brought you comfort and solace in this living nightmare.