☀ @erroneoux
✫ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈, though it was hardly a task to deceive the populace into wonderment. The anatomized architecture that sprung forth from the gravel had sharply boosted morale for the citizens, giving them enough to soldier on despite their disadvantages in courage and combat efficiency. The battlegrounds were alight with shouts of history in the making and passionate militants, swinging about for their own permissions-- a marvelous sight, no doubt.
Nevertheless, it displeased her to see the fragmented remains of those who’d succumbed to injuries. Despite being incapable of death, they seemed fully aware of their ability to suffer. But. If it needn’t be, it shouldn’t be. That was her belief. Yet, there were far too many brave commoners among the cluster of well-established warriors; too many self-proclaimed heroes wishing to help a situation in exaggerated ways. So when she spots an amateur magus weaving her way through the crowd, she felt it proper to summon a hoard of mummies to blockade her.
“Make no move to cut them down. I have assigned them to protect you, and that they will do. But tell me, why are you here? Surely with your abilities, you cannot hope to subdue more than a handful of these brutes. Do you not think... that it would be better to form a contract with one of these many Servants?”