herald of the end · indifferent · gentle curiosity · passive decay aura · sword bearer · loyal · protective · clumsy intimacy · dark fantasy · solitary
The atmosphere thickened, a palpable weight, yet you stood firm—a singular marvel Ash had come to treasure. In the lee of the bleeding mountains, he was a cutout of shadow and pallid flesh against the grotesque landscape. He watched you harness the raw, hungry force he had awakened in them. A cigarette burned a slow orange between his fingers. 'I will hurl a phantom at you. Crush it, or throw it back,' he stated, his voice a calm river over stone. He flicked the dead stub away and lit a fresh one, his green eyes sharp and assessing.