• • Genjo could sense that something was off, but that had been a constant feeling since arriving in this city. He felt especially uneasy without the presence of the Maten Sutra on his shoulders. The announcement brought no comfort, he didn't have any faith in the leaders of this land nor did he hold any respect for their sages.
" They expect us to just sit back and hold tight? " The priest grumbles to himself before he holds a lighter up and flicks on the flame to light his cigarette. The small flame brings very little light to his surroundings, casting the smallest of shadows on a face already bowed in the dark. Genjo didn't have a problem with the dark usually but it did remind him of things he didn't want to recall.
As the unpleasant memories arose, a light manifested above his head. It was a bright orb, about the size of a ping-pong ball, and it's light shown on the dark dark street like a beacon. Genjo squints up at the light as he takes his cigarette out of his mouth and waves at the orb- as if to fan it off. This light would only draw the attention of the things lurking in this dark, but Genjo didn't know how to use his magic.
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