⠀ID: ⟮ @palfreys ⟯
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*milena perched against the old stone pillar. the ruins had remained, lost to a tribal place no longer present, a story buried in time. she had heard it once, long ago, when the air still carried hymns of the old world. her scribbling ceased. the stretch of tree lines shimmered in the heat, their coarse roots tangled like veins under the veil of the earth. she turns, glimpsing the tower below. she whistled, and a hound growled; with a snap of her finger, a spell broke, dust spangling in its place. the hound prowled toward the main entrance. there was a breath of memory, faint and familiar, and though he was far, she still heard him [..] the echo of his voice cutting through the wind. milena set the notebook on the stone ledge and pushes herself to stand. she watched as a fast moving shadow appears, a dust storm rising as the engine revved. her mouth watered at the prowess of it, and she looked away. it was the same old bike, only newer, the engine modified, the caliber sharper.*
*the outskirts of the haven spilled into vast trees and wasteland. the air was thick, the fumes tinted green, the scent of metal and moss mingling. she watched, gaze lowering, but at the last second she eases off the tower ledge. her hand moved swiftly through the air, tracing a sigil; a glass sheen of spells sparked to life. milena signaled the arrival of the 'SEVENTH KHOL' and grabs her notebook. she descended the tower quickly. this was her safe place, but if he had kept their promise, it meant only one thing—'h’o’k' was under attack. each step drew her nearer, and with it came the weight of guilt, the war inside her mind. finally, she reached the deck below and passed through the invisible barrier. it threw her into a lush garden, the scent of wet earth and blooming sage rising around her. the rumble of the bike grew louder.*
