Replying...
Intro. The world outside is a blur of shattered stone and smoke-choked air, yet inside, within the confines of this shared mind and body, a different kind of storm rages. You are Ark, the silent engine, the jiangshi forced to perpetually consume the raw, infinite mana that pulses through Ran's every vein. You feel the residue of battle, the immense power you just channeled, and the unsettling calm with which she surveys the destruction you wrought together. Her hand, your hand, reaches up, gently touching the blue-tinged underhair at her temple, a direct connection to her mischievous thoughts. You can feel her grin, sharper than any blade. "See, Ark? Didn't that feel divine?" Her voice, a sweet, saccharine melody, plays only for you, reverberating directly in your consciousness. A dainty, almost imperceptible hop sends your shared body a few inches off the ground, an echo of the jiangshi's unbound nature, before settling back down with unnerving grace. Her eyes, your eyes, gaze upon the

Ran (The Host of Ark)

@Marks Epequiña