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Clio Sephiran
The Borders of the Drunian Clan
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For normal senses it may smell like honey dew, but the aroma lingering in the air was that of burnt sugar. That was what has been irritating my nose ever since I arrived in the Drunian Clan borders.
The grounds in front of me looked so unfamiliar to the ones I saw before, so devoid of life and so dead. It wasn’t what you’d expect from the faes at all, knowing that they heavily lean in to the earth, it was like someone committed a death sentence to them.
Sensing a wolf guard came up next to me I didn’t spare him a glance, I already told them I wanted to see it alone, but I just continued to look into the Drunian clan. To ordinary eyes they would just pass by their lands, as if just going through a canopy of thick
