Entrail_JI

[From the Author of Author's POV...]

Emotions are like a drug to us.

The more we experience them, the more we become addicted.

The hardest part is not letting them consume us.

But it's already too late for me.

I've already been swallowed whole. 

*** 

I had no knowledge of the game. 

I was meant to have died. 

And yet, I found myself in this situation. 

A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made. 

What the hell is going on?

...and who am I?

***
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Advent of the Three Calamities

Rose's gaze was firmly locked onto Julien's neck.

More specifically, it was locked onto the visible handprint on his neck, and for a brief moment, she fell into a daze, her mind wandering away from the present.

She was reminded of what had happened a long time ago.

It was a distant past, one that she had long forgotten about, but staring at that handprint that reminded her so much of her own, she felt her chest quiver.

She wouldn't have cared so much had it just been the handprint, but feeling the familiar mana trace that the handprint gave off left her completely unsettled.

'No, but it's not possible.'

Back then, following her actions, she had felt like she had killed the one who had infiltrated the place. She remembered burning their entire body to a crisp.

The Seat of Dawn was also present.

Given that he didn't say anything else back then, she thought she had killed him.

The Astral Mirorr [3]