Something was coming through the forest. Luthra could feel it getting closer, and the feeling made him tired in a way that had nothing to do with his broken arms. He stood at the cave mouth watching the trees, waiting for whatever new problem was heading his way.
'Lilith, I'm so sick of this. Ever since those goblins showed up, it's been one thing after another. Why does this keep happening to me?'
[I've been thinking about that. I have two theories. First, you're basically a walking error in reality. Your soul shouldn't exist the way it does, and that might be attracting other weird things to you, like you're some kind of magnet for chaos.]
'So I'm cursed.'
[The second thing is definitely true though. That white fox was right about your soul having a scent. Anything that can sense mana is going to notice you, especially the smarter or stranger creatures. They smell the void in you.]
