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IV - Envoy

(This is, once more, read from the point of view of Magnus, the protagonist)

When I spotted her silhouette under the moonlight, I found myself breathing faster than I ever had as I sprinted through the forest for the past week or so. Was I terribly nervous? Or was that same primal instinct that pushed me to bed a goddess, returning to lunge me towards sin?

Regardless, I could delay this no longer. The thought of waiting until dawn crossed my mind, but I trusted I'd be better off approaching a lone woman than a squad of armed men while wearing nothing but my pride.

Hmm. There is a conveniently-sized bush here. Perhaps if I stand behind it, I can pretend I am only shirtless, and probably wearing pants?

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"Whoa! Who is there?" The woman at my sudden apparition, which I had not planned. I thought myself to still be hidden in the dark... Could it be her eyes were unnaturally sensitive to light?

"Pardon me! Please, do not attack." Now that whatever semblance of tacticts I had were pointless, I was quick to put my hands at chest-height, bowing my head. I was not about to risk scaring her further while she was wielding a blade.

"Oh... Who are you? Some sort of bandit?" She was wary, but surprisingly eager to speak to me. Perhaps she felt secure because she was armed and I wasn't.

"I am..."

I tried to come up with something clever, but I couldn't. So I looked at her brightly glowing eyes and said the truth.

"I am an immortal, fallen from Heaven."

There was a long pause, during which she blinked a few times, silent. My heart raced. I had forgotten what it feels like to be anxious. My body, in contrast, hurriedly recalled techniques to bare-handedly divert a strike of a blade.

"Are you, perhaps... the Envoy of Heaven?"

"What?"