@devileycs
That scent... Ignes could not describe it, though she knew that it was not normal. It lured her in, moth to a bright flame, fly to sweet honey, she could not resist. What was that scent? Blindly, the noble followed the trail. Red eyes. This was the first that struck her: red eyes. Striking red eyes, never human, impossibly human, though Ignes did not feel the energy of a noble from them. A cold shudder ran down her spine as too many possibilities raced through her minds. No one in the union possessed the knowledge how to modify nobles apart from her. Stolen research? A secret rival?!
“Hey! You there!” Her voice did not waver and Ignes resisted the temptation to summon the Leviathan. Not here, in public. The Third Elder was right, she must stay low for the time being. She, out of all people, could not afford drawing attention to herself yet again. Still, she would not let this challenge go unanswered - for surely the mere existence of a modified noble was an open declaration of war against her! Someone had either tried to recreate her own research or, even worse, stolen her findings. Either way, she must find out.
“Who are you?” She stopped before the red-eyed stranger from who this putrid scent emanated. A ... cut? Blood. Huh. “Who made you?”
