D Y I N G   S T A R S   I N S I D E

H A N A J I M A   R E N
花 島 恋
flower, island. love.

"Show me a hero, and I'll write you a tragedy."

     O ye of futile dreams and delusions, child of the sun and evergreen springtide. The one who holds destiny within her hands, the shears of fate clutched between nimble fingers. Pay heed to the mystic oracle of the gods, who delivers the words of the divined prophecies unto the people. Pray to the messenger at her sacred temple of illusions, implore her to convey your hopes to the whispering winds for deliverance. Her unseeing eyes are witness to the veracity of truths long forgotten. Listen now to the song of absolution.

TECHNIQUE DOSSIER OF HANAJIMA REN
GRADE TWO SORCERESS
THE SHINIGAMI'S EMBRACE

✷     SHINIGAMI'S EMBRACE ( 死神の抱擁   Shinigami no hōyō )
An enigmatic inherited innate technique to sense and manipulate electromagnetic wavelengths and quantum fields.

        ↳     BEGUILING TOUCH ( 魅惑的なタッチ Miwaku-tekina tatchi )
By manipulating the electromagnetic wavelengths of the brain, Ren can control an individual against their will. This depends on the adversary's cursed energy, mental faculties and biological composition.

        ↳     EYE OF CLARITY ( 明晰な目   Meisekina me )
By sensing the electromagnetic wavelengths of the brain, Ren can understand others' thoughts and emotions ( though she can not exactly read their minds ).

        ↳     DOMAIN EXPANSION : RIVER OF THREE CROSSINGS ( 領域展開 : 三つの交差点の川   Ryōiki Tenkai : Mittsu no kōsaten no kawa )
Within this watery domain, the afflicted is forced to cross a bridge, a ford, or a stretch of deep, snake-infested waters. This is dependent on the weight of the person's offences to determine which path to take. Once they have finished the crossing, their life will be instantly forfeited.

S H R O U D   O F   S H A D O W S

F U S H I G U R O   M E G U M I
伏 黒 恵
to bend down, darkness. blessing.

"Wear your tragedies as armour, not shackles."

     O ye of bountiful hopes and wishes, child of the moon and ephemeral shadows. The one who wields darkness like a blade, an ocean of pale fire reflected in his eyes. Observe his quiet temperament of defiance as he opposes the grasp of death like an art. Watch as he crawls back from the bowels of hell, beaten and bruised but victorious. Even if he never sees the glowing beams of the sun or walks the paths to heaven, he is as merciless as bronze and hateful even to the deathless gods. Witness now the waking of a dreadful rage.

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