The freshly earned scar on her jaw stung with pain. As she rubbed it with the back of her paws, she takes a moment to contemplate the path going forward. Once she came to the conclusion to move forward, she accepted that there was no going back. And she would advance as carefully as she could. She navigates the shattered pillars and broken art with a mix of determination and wariness. Every step echoes in the silence of the desolate space, the ominous aura heightened by the unstable tunnel ahead.
Aurelia moves deliberately, a dance of calculated movements, hoping to evade any disturbance. The faint glow around her paws casts a soft radiance, revealing glimpses of the devastation. As she progresses, the air thickens with tension, her path uncertain but her resolve unwavering.
Professor
Cosmetologist
