The Raven's Cry

As Sephiran began to saunter away, Absinth prepared to turn her focus to her new duties, but his sudden stop and the command of “Katil” made her ears perk up. She listened, her mind briefly revisiting the fight with Elysia as he referenced recent events. His decree to bestow upon her the title of Katil sent a thrill through her. To be his specialized blade, a reaper of souls for those who dared to betray him, was a role beyond her expectations. But there was no better choice than she.

With a graceful bow, Absinth acknowledged his words with a wicked grin. “How generous~” Her voice was firm, amused, and filled with the determination that had always driven her.

As Sephiran continued his ascent, leaving her at the lakeshore, Absinth turned her gaze to the horizon, a laugh pulling from her inky lips.

-Thread End-

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