It doesn't take much to understand that it was this friend that caused the
cut that Zhuque had healed upon his master's hand. He stands, unblinking,
unmoving, as he awaits for the next command. Zhuque kneels and great red
and black wings erupt from his back before he stands once more.
"Then I was summoned for a reason."
He doesn't sense any type of danger nor any type of demon around them. He
looks closer at the friend, who seems to gulp and turn red all at once.
Another onmyoji. They all are onmyoji. But they are...different.
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It doesn't take much to understand that it was this friend that caused the cut that Zhuque had healed upon his master's hand. He stands, unblinking, unmoving, as he awaits for the next command. Zhuque kneels and great red and black wings erupt from his back before he stands once more.
"Then I was summoned for a reason."
He doesn't sense any type of danger nor any type of demon around them. He looks closer at the friend, who seems to gulp and turn red all at once. Another onmyoji. They all are onmyoji. But they are...different.