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[SP | F2] [Complete] <<Let There Be Light>>


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The walk to the Rusted Lantern was quiet, the streets of Urbus winding into the late hours with only a few scattered players lingering in the shadows. Kisodeth moved through them like a ghost, her presence solid, but detached…just another traveler in a world where survival was everything.

The inn itself was as expected; worn, dimly lit, but functional. The wooden beams creaked under the weight of time, and the scent of old ale and dust lingered in the air. But it was a place to rest, and that was enough.

Checking in was quick, impersonal. A few Col exchanged hands, a rusty key slid across the counter, and then she was heading up the narrow stairwell to her room.

Inside, the space was small but serviceable. A single bed against the far wall, a wooden dresser, and a washbasin in the corner. Minimal, but hers for the night.

She locked the door behind her with a firm click, exhaling slowly as she finally let down her guard.

With silent efficiency, Kisodeth began unequipping her armor, piece by piece. Death’s Embrace vanished into her inventory, leaving her feeling suddenly weightless. She rolled her shoulders, feeling the absence of the heavy plating, then reached for a cloth and water from the basin.

The warpaint came off in slow, streaky smears. Black and white swirled together before vanishing down the drain, leaving only the face beneath…hers.

She caught her own reflection in the dimly lit mirror, staring longer than she meant to. Koko’s frightened eyes flashed in her mind.

Kisodeth huffed out a breath, shaking her head as she rubbed her face clean and turned away.

Finally, she sank into the bed, the mattress stiff but strangely comforting after a long day. She turned onto her side, tucking her legs up, folding inward.

Her mind drifted back to the quest, the cave, the goblins, the ritual, Koko’s tiny hand in hers.

It had been too real.

She exhaled through her nose, slow and steady, letting the weight of exhaustion settle deep into her bones. The thought lingered, but sleep was already creeping in, pulling her under.

For tonight, at least, she let it take her.
 

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