For a brief moment, Rye was confused. She needed to wrap her mind around what this white-haired stranger said, the ash cat... Ah. Okay. She could...
Something roared beneath her feet, the form of the sound a great ball of fire. The flames licked hungrily at the wolf, sending its flammable fur...
As she was sitting in her tree, with nothing but the clothes on her back, Rye's mind filtered back to when she first entered the game. The gray...
The faint smell of the forest tickled her nostrils, and her emerald eyes shot open in surprise as something... leaf-like brushed against the...
