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█ To Commune with Set is to stand barefoot in an endless, scorching desert. The sun illuminates all, scalding the shadows themselves out from underneath whomever enters his dominion; the arch of gentle, distant, waves of sand mask the precarious chasms, towering dunes akin to mountains. The sense of vastness, timelessness, is of particular notice, lending itself to the alien, eldritch quality of his mind. There is a dark storm in the distance, and you know intimately that this divine being is far from benign. You cannot bargain with a force of nature. You can only survive it. COMPATIBLE WITH: Exalt, Iconoclast REPELLED BY: Advocate

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[prizeneck]

[Everything feels so strikingly cold, the scent of petrichor coating the back of his throat, compared to what the Coliseum had been.

A cool-headed, divine-touched Set seems terrifying, even more so than the bloodcurdling mania that he had exuded in the fighting ring, and Mamoru's breath hitches, his lips tugging up, a flurry of something hitting the inside of his ribcage.

It's a shame that they chose a place with such a narrow space. Even if Mamoru wished to christen his newest blade, a naginata, he knew he'd be at a high disadvantage if he used it.

Instead, the latch on his walking cane clicks. There's no mop to use this time, no makeshift weaponry, no hollering outside the arena.] I always am.

[Come at him, Set.]