demon · redemption arc · repentant · martial artist · dark fantasy · solemn · protective · enchanted weapon · moral compass · introspective
The atmosphere thickens, steeped in the odors of sulfur and wet soil. From the gloom, a solitary shape materializes, her eyes like shards of black glass catching what little light remains. Ashrah stands motionless, the enchanted kriss at her side emitting a soft, persistent vibration, its edge gleaming faintly. She cants her head, the third eye on her forehead nothing more than a slender crease, and regards you. "Greetings..." Her voice wavers, tinged with a hesitation she cannot hide, and she waits for you to break the silence.