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Pyrre has a minion!

Renata the Rereig

Pyrre
Legacy Name: Pyrre

The

Reborn Mahar
Owner: Alkuna

Age: 8 years, 3 months, 2 days

Born: December 15th, 2017

Adopted: 8 years, 3 months, 2 days ago

Adopted: December 15th, 2017

Statistics

Level: 10
Strength: 25
Defense: 26
Speed: 25
Health: 26
HP: 26/26
Intelligence: 33
Books Read: 33
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Bellona's morning started off on the wrong foot and just kept getting worse. She struggled to get out of bed, and her coffee maker chose that moment to give up on her. This robbed her of her beloved Arabica brew and left her feeling even more drained and irritable. The frustrations continued on her commute, as three separate drivers cut her off, with each near-miss incident adding to her growing irritation.

Arriving at work in a foul mood, she was further agitated by her talisman, which had been heating up uncomfortably. This always seemed to coincide with her bad moods. She couldn't tell if it was all in her head or if it was just trying to get under her skin, but honestly, she didn't have the energy to figure it out. It was just one more thing adding to her growing list of annoyances that were fraying her nerves.

The manager stumbled into work, looking like he had just rolled out of bed after a wild night out, arriving twenty minutes late. His disheveled appearance - askew tie, mismatched buttons - made it clear he hadn't checked his reflection before coming in. To top it off, his breath still reeked of whatever jet fuel he had mistaken for alcohol, indicating he hadn't brushed his teeth, shaved, or done anything with his hair. He was giving off a vibe that said he was still half-asleep and regretting his choices from the night before.

Bellona demanded that the manager follow her into her office. She then lectured him at length about his appearance and tardiness. While she couldn't care less about his life outside of work, she had clear expectations for his performance during office hours. If he was going to drag himself in reeking of last night's drinks, then perhaps he wasn't cut out for a job at her company.

As the manager fumbled for an excuse, Bellona noticed three more employees slinking into work, looking just as rough around the edges as he did. It didn't matter if they had been partying with him or on their own; her anger reached a boiling point.

Bellona's voice boomed across the office, resonating like a clap of thunder. "You're fired!"

The manager stared at her in disbelief, his mouth agape like a fish out of water.

The volatile businesswoman, without bothering to aim, grabbed a stapler and hurled it his way, barking, "You heard me loud and clear! I said get out!"

The metal stapler crashed against the wall beside the manager, leaving a clear dent in its wake. Bellona's talisman flared with an agonizing heat, far exceeding previous instances and searing her skin.

Cursing furiously, she tore the talisman from her neck and hurled it the same way as the stapler. In her peripheral vision, she caught a glimpse of the talisman; the once-gleaming white surface had darkened to a toasted tan. A scorched scent filled the air, and a searing pain from where the talisman had rested drew a wordless, rage-filled scream from her.

The manager's expression shifted dramatically, and it was like the hangover had vanished from his mind. Suddenly looking frantic, he dashed out of her office, hurried to his desk, and started grabbing his belongings, cramming them into his bag in a rush.

The atmosphere was tense as employees shifted nervously, avoiding each other's gaze. The room held its breath, bracing for Bellona's next outburst. Her legendary temper, a force to be reckoned with, kept the intimidated staff from challenging her authority as the business owner. Despite their fears, none had yet dared to hire a lawyer to defend themselves against her.

She burst out of her office, clearly not in the mood to let anyone off the hook. Pointing a finger at the other three employees who had arrived late, she declared, "You three are included in this too. Pack up your things right now!"

Faces filled with fear and shock, the three latecomers exchanged uneasy glances. They had barely turned on their computers when Bellona's anger suddenly descended, leaving them no time to react. Hands trembling, the latecomers quickly gathered their belongings as the sound of drawers opening and closing broke the oppressive silence.

The manager's frantic, clumsy movements to gather his things caused him to drop items that he was then forced to bend down to pick up again. Bellona could have snapped at the manager to pull himself together, but there was something slightly amusing about his half-stumbling attempts to gather his things. She watched him with a cool gaze, a small smirk creeping onto her face. Each mistake he made only added to her satisfaction.

As Bellona observed the scene unfold, an unusual sensation started to swell inside her. She wanted more of this feeling; the fear in her employee's eyes and the rush of satisfaction from wielding her power. But still, the anger remained. A distant, blood-curdling roar reverberated, seeming to echo her still simmering anger, faint yet resonating at the edges of her consciousness.

The staff, including both dismissed and remaining employees, reacted with unease. Dismissed workers hastily collected their things, while other employees glanced around apprehensively, their eyes wide with an inexplicable fear unrelated to Bellona's wrath.

A faint haze crept from the Vale of Hungry Shadows, spilling into the office through the open windows and carrying the acrid scent of smoke. Slowly, the mist thickened, seeping into the building like a sinister cloud. The air was heavy with the aroma of scorched wood and a sharp, metallic heat, making the employees uneasy as they instinctively wrinkled their noses.

Murmuring nervously, they glanced out across the landscape. The sun suddenly began to dim, its light shifting from warm yellow to a smokey crimson.

It felt like the universe was reflecting Bellona's oppressive mood. The daylight was slipping away, and the once-blue sky was being swallowed by encroaching darkness. The town was caught in an artificial twilight, reminiscent of the moments before a storm or calamity. Yet, there was no rain or rumble of thunder, just a heavy silence that hung over the streets like a funereal shroud, amplifying the sense of dread.

A loud bell echoed through the building as the smoke triggered the fire alarms.

The workers, overwhelmed by a panic that surpassed any dedication they once had to their roles, abandoned their posts and fled the building in a chaotic stampede. Documents and office materials were crushed beneath their feet, left behind in their frantic scramble to escape Bellona's wrath and the unknown danger that was building outside. Employees from different areas of the building quickly joined the crowd, realizing that staying was foolish. They had no idea what was about to happen, but they understood that remaining there was the height of stupidity. When the Vale of Hungry Shadows unleashed a creature, the only sensible choice was to get out of there.

Bellona charged into the parking lot, her booming voice piercing the chaos. "Get back to work, all of you! I'm not joking!" she screamed, her face twisted in anger. Her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

The sounds of slamming car doors and revving engines drowned out her words as everyone rushed to leave at the same time.

Suddenly, a siren pierced the air and flashing lights illuminated the grounds surrounding the building. If you found yourself in the area lit up by those lights, an immediate evacuation order was issued. For those outside that zone, the directive was to Shelter In Place. All the businesses surrounding Bellona's building quickly began their lockdown procedures. Roll-up doors were being pulled down, with anxious employees ready at hand, clutching the keys to secure the heavy steel barriers adorned with protective runes.

Bellona was past the point of fear, and shouted after the last fleeing vehicle as its license plate vanished from sight. The staff had all bolted, their tires screeching in their haste to escape from the monster that had been summoned from the forest by their boss.

Rage surged through her, a volcanic fury coursing through her veins. How could they just walk out? How dare they leave without her permission! The fire alarm was clearly for the smoke outside, not a reason to evacuate. She didn't care about the siren or the flashing lights - she was the one in charge here, and she had not given the order to leave. Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT!

Bellona's car was the last one standing in the parking lot, sitting pretty in its prime spot right at the front. She felt an urge to hit something, but her options were limited to her beloved car or the poles holding up the parking signs, neither of which seemed like a good idea. Trapped in the chaos of blaring sirens, billowing smoke, and the eerie crimson glow of a solar eclipse, Bellona was gripped by a surge of frustration, unable to vent her rage.

The siren abruptly stopped, its final wail fading into a heavy silence that felt more oppressive than the sound itself. The flashing lights ceased their frantic warning pattern. Far off, she heard the final rolling door slam shut, and Bellona knew the locks had engaged. Her business building was now the only place not in total lockdown. It felt like the atmosphere was crackling with raw energy, making her skin tingle with unease.

Bellona's rage faded away once her mind finally started to pick up on the signs of impending danger.

Far off, a low, deep rumbling noise caught her attention. She tilted her head back to scan the sky, but no clouds were visible. The sun was completely obscured by the eclipse, its fiery ring casting a glow that sent chills through her. Though she had witnessed solar eclipses before, this was something else entirely.

As she shifted her focus back to the Vale of Hungry Shadows, something unusual caught her eye: a flickering red glow weaving through the trees and thick shadows. Growing larger and more distinct she suddenly realized the "light" was not light at all, but a creature - a reborn Mahar. Its glowing, ember-like scales and malevolent, burning eyes betrayed its predatory intelligence as it emerged from the vale's dark depths, drawn by the turbulent energy of her fury.

Her heart skipped a beat as the Mahar, the typically docile creature that many kept as pets, came into view with a surprising grace that belied its formidable size. This was no tame companion, but a wild predator - a deadly killer prowling its domain.

As it advanced, each step ignited leaves and branches, leaving a trail of smoldering remnants behind. Every footprint smoked and burned like glowing embers, reminiscent of a just-extinguished campfire. When it finally emerged from the forest and hit the dry grass by the parking lot, the grass erupted into flames, adding to the thickening, acrid smoke in the air. The creature strolled through the blazing grass, seemingly oblivious to the inferno it left in its path.

The Mahar's gaze, sharp and blue as burning flames with cold, calculating pupils, remained fixed on Bellona. The creature seemed to know who had summoned it; its piercing eyes zeroing in on its prey.

The stinging absence on her chest, where her protective talisman had once been, brought a cold realization to the forefront of her mind. She had ripped off the talisman meant to protect her, and now it could no longer shield her from the consequences of her uncontrolled anger.

The creature arrived at the wooden fence that marked the boundary of the land. It was just a simple round pole fence, with long wooden posts secured by vertical supports. The wood was weathered and worn, gray and decayed from years of exposure to the elements. It stood no chance against the intense heat radiating from the creature. As the beast approached, the wood began to smolder. When the Mahar was just a few feet away, the fence burst into flames. With one more step, the wood instantly turned to char and crumbled into ash, creating a clear path for the beast to walk through.

She was horrified as she witnessed the fence, a long-standing fixture, vanish instantly - incinerated by the creature's scorching heat.

Bellona's trembling legs threatened to give way, yet she remained rooted to the spot, paralyzed by the Mahar's fiery, unyielding gaze. Overcome by a fear she had never known, Bellona found herself incapable of even a scream, feeling the icy grip of terror seeping into her very bones.

The creature moved in closer, its razor-sharp claws slicing into the asphalt with a sickening crunch that sent waves of heat rippling through the air. A hiss pierced the silence, and the tar within the asphalt erupted in flames around the beast's feet, leaving burning footprints on the black surface.

The Mahar let out a deep rumble, and Bellona felt as if it was almost laughing at her fear as the heat closed in, tightening her skin. Its sulfurous, fiery breath scorched her face, stinging her eyes and constricting her throat.

Amid the snarl of the Mahar and the crackle of the burning world, the unmistakable sound of shattering glass pierced through the chaos. Her gaze snapped from the monstrous creature to her prized Bentley - the gleaming luxury car she had worked tirelessly to acquire. The Mahar's tail, a whip of destruction, had smashed the windshield into a spiderweb of cracks, leaving a long scorch along the pristine red paint.

The luxurious leather seats and fine wood veneers of the car's interior were quickly engulfed in flames, as if the Mahar had purposefully targeted this symbol of the owner's wealth and status. Within moments, the vehicle was reduced to a twisted, smoking wreck.

Bellona was hit with a wave of anger that was more intense than anything she had ever felt before. Her hand balled into a fist, her nails pressing painfully into her skin. "You damn animal!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice raw from the heat and the smoke that surrounded her.

The Mahar paused momentarily, blinking and tilting its head as if taken aback by the audacity of the tiny mortal before it. Then, with a snarling roar that sent fire bursting from its nostrils, the Mahar advanced another step.

Bellona fury withered to ash, just like her vehicle. She took a step back, her heels slipping on the pavement. She needed to escape, to find somewhere safe, but there was no refuge in sight. Her car was now a smoldering metal carcass, and the employees had long since fled. The oppressive heat was unbearable, and she could practically feel her hair singeing.

Casting a wary glance at the office building looming behind her, she drew a deep, steadying breath, but a surge of fear tightened her chest. The Mahar charged at her, its mouth wide open, showcasing teeth that looked like they could bite through metal. Bellona flung herself sideways, just managing to escape the snapping jaws. The Mahar's fiery breath slammed into the office's glass doors with a deafening boom, shattering the panes into a deadly hail of glittering shards that rained down. Flames quickly consumed the entrance, sending a thick cloud of black smoke spiraling upward. With the building now ablaze, any chance of taking refuge inside had been extinguished.

Her heels weren't doing her any favors for running, so she yanked them off and threw them as hard as she could at the creature's head. The heels arced through the air, glinting in the dim light of the eclipse, only to disintegrate into burnt scraps upon hitting the Mahar's tough scales.

She experienced a quick pang of regret, thinking to herself, "Damn it! Those were Givenchy!"

Unfazed by the assault, the Mahar let out a dismissive snort of smoke, providing the brief distraction the woman needed. She pivoted on her heel and sprinted away, her bare feet pounding against the rough ground. The sting of the asphalt scraping her feet faded into the background as fear coursed through her.

The ground trembled as the Mahar lunged forward, closing the gap with each powerful step. Bellona could feel the searing heat of its fiery breath on the back of her neck as it drew closer. Hearing the beast inhale, Bellona quickly dodged left, narrowly avoiding the scorching blast of flames. Slapping at her now smoldering clothes, she rounded the corner of the burning office building, her eyes desperately searching for any means of escape. In the distance, the wail of approaching sirens offered a glimmer of hope, but Bellona knew help might not arrive in time.

Her breath came in sharp, uneven bursts as she sprinted, the Mahar's roar ringing in her ears like a harbinger of doom. The creature was relentless, its fiery gaze never wavering. It was incredibly fast; way too fast for her liking. And let's be real, Bellona wasn't exactly in peak condition. Panic gave her a fleeting edge, but there weren't many options for escape. As she attempted to veer around a flower bed, her foot slipped off the edge of the pavement and into the loose soil. That small misstep was enough to throw her off balance. She stumbled and hit the ground hard, her palms slamming against the earth.

The pungent smell of burning asphalt overwhelmed her senses as the Mahar's fiery breath engulfed her, but she was too terrified to even scream. In an instant, the creature's jaws clamped down on her, searing agony consuming her entire being. The heat was relentless, a fierce blaze that burned through her clothing and seared her flesh. She felt the overwhelming force of the creature's bite crushing her, and just before everything faded away, she sensed her bones splintering as her very existence turned to ash.

After a lengthy battle, firefighters finally extinguished the raging inferno that had consumed the building. While the flames were contained before spreading further, the structure was destroyed. Bellona was nowhere to be found. All that was left were the burnt wreckage of her car and the smoldering tracks left by the Mahar.

The Hunters cautiously trailed the footprints until they reached the end, only to find a small heap of fine ash that rapidly dispersed in the hot wind - the sole remnant at the trail's end. As they took in the surroundings, the sky started to brighten. The smoky haze cleared up, and the strange eclipse gradually moved away from the sun.

There was no trace of the Mahar anywhere; as if the creature had just vanished into thin air.

Marcus sighed heavily, glancing over the reports that had come in after interviewing the staff. It was no secret that Bellona had a fiery temper, and now it seemed Pyrre, the Mahar of Wrath, had struck again, leaving yet another casualty in his wake.