(Warning: In accordance with -THE COUNCIL OF SEVEN SIX-, Portions of this document have been redacted.)
Chapter 1: Something New.
∎∎∎∎∎∎ Rushed to the burning building to search for survivers, only to be greeted by ∎∎∎∎∎∎∎∎ descending from on high, Briming with power.
Eulogy awoke in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. "Just a nightmare, nothing to worry about." She muttered as she got out of bed, Her voice ringing with a metalic tone. "Alrght, what do we need to Today... i should probably get that tuned." After getting Ready for the day (and getting her vocal chords tuned), She put on her Armor. after all, magic power isn't going To collect itself.
Ever since The Awakening, magic spread across the planet at an absurd pace, to the point where a lack of magic power is Considered unnatural, So someone who has no magic power whatsoever... would be quite the anomaly.
Only, that's exactly what happened to Eulogy. After the ∎∎∎∎, Eulogy wasn't capable of using magic. Even after many sleepless nights, She still hasn't found a solution. Magic power is still a potent fuel though, so collecting it from slain monsters is a necessity.
*BANG*, A shot from Eulogy's revolver pierces the hellhound's skull, killing it instanly. "And here comes the messy part. *sigh*" Eulogy unsheathes Her Sword and plunges it into The demonic hound's chest, searching for it's heart. Despite firearms being incredibly effective, marksmanship is quickly Becoming a dying art, In favor of weapons that work better with more coventional forms of magic.
After kiling a few more monsters and extracting their hearts, Eulogy returns to Her lab, to refine them.
"Out of acid... again?" She lamented. high-quality chemicals were annoying to obtain, As she couldn't make them, and She hated traveling to the city to buy them.
*SKREEEEE* The brakes whined in agony as the train shuddered to a halt. "I'm surprised these are still active." one passenger remarked. "Well... The Mayor sure loves keeping his antiques around." another passenger responded. (How the hell are high-speed bullet trains considered antique!?) Eulogy pondered, as she left the station.
As Eulogy stepped into a shop titled "The Alchemist's Woe", A scruffy old man greeted Her.
"Hey, How's my Number One patron doing!"
"Cut the chit-chat John, I need more Hydrochloric Acid."
"What, no funny banter?"
Eulogy crossed Her arms, clearly annoyed.
"Okay, fine."
"But i'll have to get it out of the celler, you know how regulations are these days."
As John left for the celler, Eulogy dropped her arms to her sides, and started pondering again.
(Not many shopowners Even know what Hydrochloric Acid is Anymore, I'm glad John still carrys it.)
"Welp, Here it is!" John Proclaimed, as he slammed the tank on the Counter.
"My last Tank."
"What!!" Eulogy yelled, Shocked that John had run out.
"Well, my supplier Shut down."
"*sigh* Good God." Eulogy calmed Herself, as she picked the tank up.
"Well, thanks anyway." Eulogy added, as she stepped out the door.
As Eulogy walked to the train station, she heard a yell coming from an alley.
"What was that?"