Uh... are we dead? This is still the Dream Sphere, right?
[The cloying smell of lilies is thick in the air, reminding Ango of all the funerals he's skipped going to. He rolls over and scrambles to his feet, crushing more flowers in the process.
Ango's not much of a fighter, at least when it comes to magic - if this were a second-rate isekai fantasy anime, he'd be the party's rogue. An open field offers very few opportunities for stealth or disarming traps, though, rendering him (predictably) useless. He shoves his hands into his pockets and slouches, wishing he had a cigarette.]
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[The cloying smell of lilies is thick in the air, reminding Ango of all the funerals he's skipped going to. He rolls over and scrambles to his feet, crushing more flowers in the process.
Ango's not much of a fighter, at least when it comes to magic - if this were a second-rate isekai fantasy anime, he'd be the party's rogue. An open field offers very few opportunities for stealth or disarming traps, though, rendering him (predictably) useless. He shoves his hands into his pockets and slouches, wishing he had a cigarette.]