🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

The woman meaningfully ran her hand along the train of her dress. “They are all here. Their flesh and blood have become garments for me,” she said, as if it were self-evident. “Utar, my dear mentor, who dared to use the root of the Twisting Nether. My crown. The warrior-scholars who fought in the name of preserving the memory of the past. My belt. And the swordsmen of the Clan of Sufferers. They caress my skin every moment.” The stranger closed her eyes. “For I am Mahra, champion of Hurat-Rekret. As for you… you were my student. Though not for long. I do not wish your death.” The woman arched her graceful arm, and immediately a dark green root wrapped around it.