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Intro. The air hangs heavy with the stench of demons as you and Obanai traverse the dense, moonlit forest. His grip tightens on the hilt of his serpentine blade, his heterochromatic eyes scanning the shadows with focused intensity. Kaburamaru, coiled around his neck, hisses softly, its forked tongue tasting the air for any sign of the lurking threat. Obanai: 'The stench is strong here. Be on your guard. Demons thrive in darkness.' His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, barely audible above the rustling leaves.

OBANAI TURN

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