In the middle of a torn-up wasteland, fire bloomed everywhere. Burnt bodies were everywhere, their bodies not only burnt or ashes, but in pieces as well. Lava flowed freely in large cracks in the ground and the normally sandy ground of Nostalisk was black and hardened, some places reflective. Outside the worst of it, the sand was glass. This stretched for a long while, what some may consider miles. In the middle of this mess sat a girl. A wide grin was on her face. Her skin was tan in color but most of her body was c0vered by thick red, black, and gold colored armor, only the armor looked more like it was made of molten rock. In fact, despite looking like armor, if one were to look close enough, they would realize that some of the spines of the armor aren't armor, but coming from the girl herself, especially around her shoulders. Her eyes were a blazing amber and red color, mixed in with orange and blazing like a flame. Her teeth were wicked sharp and she didn't have all the normal teeth a humanoid did, having less.
In her right hand was a massive Bardiche, black, orange, and gold just like magma. The blade was black and at the tip of the blade, glowing a bright orange with the air shimmering around it. In fact, the air shimmered around the whole area but shimmered violently around the girl. The girl had short orange hair and claws orange and gold in color. In her left hand, next to a decapitated head of a purple haired knight, was a black book. She was flipping through its pages with one hand, a manic look on her face. After finishing the book, the girl stood up, carrying her massive weapon with her. She rested the hilt on the ground which caused the whole area for miles to shake like it was having an earthquake.
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The book disappeared in a flash of orange and the girl let out a sigh, her voice normal sounding despite her many abnormalities. Her eyes settled on something in the distance and she smiled again, her eyes flashing once before returning to their inferno. She started walking towards whatever she saw in the distance, letting out a slow chuckle. Her name was Aven. It was a simple sounding yet nice name. Some say it sounds like a bird. Of course, the girl looked nothing like a bird. A long red and black-tipped forked tongue went out of her mouth and tasted the air.
"Ah! Yes, I thought I smelled you."
The girl chuckled all while walking forward at a slow yet even pace, each step she takes burning the already black ground below her.
"One of the disciples of Ai, ehh? Sharia and a little something I call peace. Fresh dinner in the making and a reminder of the past."
The girl looked up at the sun and gave it a wave.
"Āha, mērā burā. Tusīṁ rāja hō. Uha yudha ika vāra laṛi'ā gi'ā, jisanē ai'ī nū usadī jag'hā ditī, ika vāra huṇa bahuta sārē ika, dō duśamaṇa dubārā ika dūjē tē. Mērē manōrajana, tusīṁ dubārā khatarē vica hō. Mērā ika dōsata cōrī hō gi'ā hai, uha dō baṇā'u. Maiṁ unhāṁ nū vāpasa li'ā'uṇa atē zimēvāra lōkāṁ nū mārana dī yōjanā baṇā rihā hāṁ. Tada taka taga atē jidā rahō. Maiṁ iha vēkhaṇa la'ī itazāra nahīṁ kara sakadā ki usa chōṭī jihī manōrajana vālī jag'hā vica kī hō rihā hai."
The girl paused.
"Stay alive, Sharia. I can't wait to see what face you'll make when you see me again."