My Blood Wizard System
It doesn’t shatter the surface;
it burns a perfect, blazing circle that stays open behind me.
Seras’s voice echoes through the flames, layered with the roar of a star and the laugh of the Monkey King himself.
Seras (everywhere and nowhere):
“I might not be able to walk through the mirror after her…
but my Blazing Wukong sure as hell can.”
The fire condenses, folds, and steps through.
It’s Seras, but not.
Ten feet tall, hair a living solar flare, eyes twin suns, the outline of the Monkey King flickering around her like a second skin made of pure stellar plasma.
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