The Ashes of Chikitsa, and a Pissed Off Master

...The wind howled over the silent bones of the Chikitsa Clan's mountain, carrying with it the smell of scorched wood, rusted metal, and something older, and very cursed.

Beneath the pale sky, a lone rider clad in obsidian-black garments made her slow approach.

She wore a full-body outfit, tight yet flowing, and her short silver demon-hair was bound and concealed beneath a silk hood. Her eyes that were once a deep infernal white, now shimmered a soft brown, thanks to contact lenses that Chiron had crafted from his previous world and the fate change system. She still found them a little dry when she blinked, but they served their purpose. Every piece of her disguise was meant to erase her demonic identity. At least for now.

This was Carla. She was once a child of this land.

Now… a weapon of Chiron.