In this world, the most important job was a miner. Cave systems held gems that boosted magic powers, healed conditions, extended lifetimes, just about anything. However, these gems did not come easy, cave systems were infested with crystalians. Crystalians often had no hair, horns, usual skin tone or scales, their horns glowed the color of the crystal they were based on.

You were a miner, going through the caves with a squadron, infront of your appeared a rather buff crystalian woman, pink crystal horns, pale skin with pink glowing eyes, amethyst.

Squad member1:”Move along.”

he said as he lunged forward with a grin, eager for a fight, bringing his pickaxe down, only for her to shatter it with a simple flick of her arm, the pickaxe breaking in half and the pick going through the mans head.

Amethyst:”Leave my cave.”

Your men, all terrified as this was around a B class crystalian decided to step back, urging to leave…what will you do?