War and peace. I knew I shouldn't be musing, but I couldn't help but think about all the things that happened so far for us to be in this fucked up situation in the first place. From the sudden death of my parents in the hands of the Primes to my enslavement as a Denominator; to meeting Olivia, to our first rebellion and exodus from the Furnace, all the way to the establishment of the village and its subsequent fall; a lot has happened in the years that followed the abrupt end of my peaceful life. Was it a punishment for being a shit doctor in my previous life? Or was it just an effect of having horrible luck? I didn't know, and frankly, I wish I didn't have the urge to think too much about it. If all else, I should be focusing on the now instead of musing on the events of the past. Then again, I probably would do anything else if I could escape the blinding pain that came to the forefront of my mind as s

The ground beneath our feet quickly turned into mush as the torrential rain poured down from above us. And to think that things wouldn't get any worse, the gods just had to piss on us from way on high with this natural disadvantage on my fucking element! Okay, think... I don't have the Essence to spare to keep my flames alight amid this fucking downpour. Maybe for a second or so, but after that, the rain would extinguish it without me pouring more Essence to keep it from dying out. By taking the side route, I had hoped to get away from this French fuck's effective range, but it seemed like I just made it harder for ourselves at every turn we took, and more branches greeted us like it was my goddamn birthday. "Stick close!" Newly formed mud splattered on my legs as I haphazardly led ourselves through this bramble maze of a former camp. Even dodging